Chapter 70: Farewell Gift

Perturabo's hand stopped drawing, and the two slender feather pens looked so small in his hands.

The two rows of teeth of the young giant knocked briefly, as if biting a layer of non-existent sand particles.

"Oh, where are you going?" He continued to draw the statues of his descendants, and with just a few strokes, he drew an image of an Astartes who fell to the ground and tried to get up quickly.

"The Emperor gave me countless choices, but also gave me two suggestions." Morse said standing.

He stood no taller than Perturabo sat, mainly because he had no interest in making a bigger shell.

He waved his hand in the air, and a vast blueprint with most of the area in black floated in the air. The faint silver light like broken stars in the black fog confirmed that this was a map of the universe.

Some time ago, only the core area of ​​this map, that is, near the solar system, was lit up by the cartographer, and the place names, waterways, and whether there were garrisons were clearly marked.

Now, there are two thin bright lines connecting the Eagle emblem used to mark Terra to the Milky Way, one line connecting to Cthonia and the other to Olympia.

Two other dark gold lines connect the Eagle to the dark mist in the Milky Way, one is roughly located on the straight line between Olympia and Terra that does not pass through the Warp, and the other is a little further away, and the end of the gold line is not very clear.

"You have two brothers who are waiting for the glory of the Empire to shine on their heads." Morse said, "Although I am not sure if they really expect it."

Perturabo raised his head and stared at the map, as if he hoped to glimpse the truth of the universe from this map with very little information.

"You are going to find them for the Emperor." He said firmly.

"That's it." Morse said, his finger first moved to a more remote star area and casually drew a circle on the map.

"Here, Ultramar. The Emperor believes that one of his children is lost here, although he is not sure of the exact location - it is really a problem, there are too many habitable planets in the Ultramar region.

"How did he know where it is?"

"Oh, he said that several years ago a person in that area dreamed that the Emperor wanted to entrust a child to the locals. When that person dreamed, the Emperor also felt it."

Perturabo frowned in confusion, and his hands were busy switching to the next blank drawing paper.

"Maybe this is psychic energy." Morse shrugged and found a chair to sit down. "I don't recommend you to delve into it, because even I wouldn't be bored enough to stare at the vast ocean all the time. Even the Emperor wouldn't."

He pointed at the map with his finger wrapped in black cloth, and the temporary mark on Ultramar disappeared, and a planet at the end of another dark gold thread was highlighted.

"Here, Prospero."

"Another dream induction?"

Morse shook his head. "This time, be more practical. "

"In fact, the Emperor has always maintained a considerable degree of contact with the heir. In the dreamlike gathering place constructed by psychic energy, they are often by each other's side." Morse calmly relayed the top-secret information told by the Emperor to him, "Except that the Emperor has never really set foot in Prospero and stepped on the spires of those pyramids in Tizca with his golden boots, their communication and teachings with each other are no less than those of ordinary fathers and sons. Magnus, this is the name of your fifteenth brother."

"What makes him so special?" Perturabo asked.

"It's hard to say. Maybe it's because of his outstanding psychic talent, or maybe there are deeper reasons that even the Emperor dare not confirm. It can't be because of skin color."

Perturabo nodded, and it was hard to tell whether it was restraint or boredom in his voice. "Who are you going to see first?"

"Do you have any suggestions? "Morse said.

Perturabo spent a brief moment thinking, then he said while drawing: "You will go alone and search for my brother, and I need to take my Iron Warriors back to Terra to officially announce the return of the Fourth Primarch.

"If I slowly advance from the physical universe, starting from Olympia to recover all the areas on the Terra-Olympia route, and use this achievement as my first gift to the human empire when I return to Terra, and at the same time better integrate with my legion... Then in this process, I can completely pass through Prospero and take you and the new brother with me to the solar system together."

"If you want to go to Ultramar, then I can also re-plan the route and lead the army to Ultramar. Under this decision, the legion will take a long time to advance and may have difficulties in supply."

"So your suggestion is Prospero." Morse concluded, "The above reasons are the kind of official reasons that can be submitted to the superiors in written reports. What about your personal reasons?"

Perturabo put down the pen and turned his wrist in a circle.

During his all-night work, the general design drawings have been completed. At this moment, they are being classified by each camp and neatly stacked in the corner of the table.

Now only the statue of Eric Anderson and the statue of the Fourth Legion collective shooting that Perturabo is going to carve himself are left.

He plans to take a short break before continuing his work.

And during this break, he will discuss this matter with Morse.

"I can hear that you want to go to Prospero first, Morse." Perturabo said, "You describe my fifteenth brother in more detail than the other one, and you put him later. And I, want to know why you and the Emperor both pay special attention to that brother."

"You are always sharp enough, Perturabo." Morse admitted his judgment. "And the reason why I want to see Magnus first is precisely because of the Emperor's long-term teaching of him."

"Why?" Perturabo was puzzled for a moment.

"Some intuition tells me that the offspring that your father has deliberately spent time to teach is more likely to become a dark source of trouble. I strongly suspect that if the offspring continues to be lost in the depths of the vast stars, there may be quite unpleasant results many years later." Morse smiled.

Perturabo looked at him for a while and gently moved his eyes away.

"When will you leave? How will you go?"

"Wait for me to give you my parting gift." Morse said, and the next moment, his body collapsed and folded again, turning into a soft imitation rubber product lying on the seat.

Perturabo felt his breathing pause for a second until he saw the familiar black linen with golden light floating beside him.

"It will be much easier to return to my original form when traveling alone at high speed in the highest heaven." The void outlined by the spell said, "After arriving there and floating from the warp to the real universe, I will make another shell."

"As for this shell, you are responsible for carrying it, Perturabo. Switching between different shells is the fastest interstellar movement method I have confirmed to be safe so far. I can return to this shell at any time to see what you are doing."

Perturabo picked up the things hanging on the chair and decided to make a wooden box to store them later. He was sure that his expression was becoming very strange.

When he knew that Morse was going to leave, he was not happy at all.

But suddenly knowing that Morse could come back to him at any time to see his real-time movements, he not only did not feel happy, but also had an inexplicable subtle fear in his heart.

"I will take it with me." He tried his best to make his expression show the calmness and rationality that symbolizes maturity.

The black linen laughed. "The second gift, look."

Another empty shell fell out of the air and spread out on the ground. It looked like a short boy in a cloth robe, with neatly cut black hair and blue eyes like ice.

Perturabo said expressionlessly: "This is me when I was a child."

"Well, you can try to touch it."

Perturabo hesitated for a few seconds in doubt, and finally reached out to touch this strange thing.

The next moment, his senses and thoughts were split into two halves at the same time, one part lying on the ground looking at the brown wooden ceiling, and the other part looking at his childhood self looking at the ceiling.

Both Perturabo showed an expression of seeing something incredible at the same time.

"It looks like the effect is very good." The voice was heard by both Perturabo at the same time, and the strong sensory confusion was quickly adjusted in his excellent analytical ability.

Within ten seconds, Perturabo on the ground stood up, looked up at himself, sober and calm.

"This body does not have any special abilities." Perturabo said after standing up.

"Because my reference object is you ten years ago." The golden light spoke with a smile.

"The connection has been established. You can use this shell as a more convenient communication device. After a few trainings, you can separate a part of your will and come here at any time. I will pay for the cost. I have rich experience in this regard."

"Your rare soul power and thinking ability can support this micro-division. I will take it to Prospero, and you can visit me as I visit you."

"In addition, I adopted this form because I considered the energy carrying capacity and consumption. If I want to make a shell that can fit you now, it should not be the scope of my research, but the scope of the Emperor's research. Even this shell is based on my sufficient understanding of you."

In fact, it was because when he sealed Perturabo's power ten years ago, the psychic energy was fully tested on the child of that year, so there was a ready-made model.

Perturabo's eyes lit up slightly. He carefully sensed the state of his own soul, suppressed excessive desire for exploration, and tried to retract the separated part of his consciousness that had nothing to do with the essence of his soul.

A familiar power with golden words helped his consciousness merge into one. His nerves hurt for a moment, and then he immediately got used to the change of consciousness.

"Try again?" Morse suggested.

Perturabo took a deep breath, and the next moment, he saw this wonderful world from both bodies at the same time.