Chapter 84 Not a Change of Ownership

+Why implant the gene seed into the 15th Legion when the warp storm appeared at the border of the solar system? +Morse's doubts were mixed with anger.

+Coincidence. +The Emperor answered briefly.

The astropaths on both sides have handed over the psychic interface of communication to the Emperor and Morse himself, so Morse did not intend to be polite.

+Thousands of people were lying on the operating table at the same time, so you had no way to stop any of the operations? +

+... I can't be sure when the warp storm will stop. +

+You are worried that the warp storm will continue for tens or even hundreds of years again, so in order to catch up with your damn time, you still set about establishing the 15th Legion when the Supreme Heaven casts the power radiation. +

Morse inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly, using reason to control his anger again.

+Are there any consequences at present? +He asked coldly, +Positive, negative, potential. +

+They are generally gifted in psychic power. +The Emperor replied. +Negative consequences are unknown, and the 15th Legion is still in the training stage of military establishment and has not yet been put into battle. +

+Just like their genetic father. +Morse commented. +Genius, untried. Such a coincidence. +

+Such a coincidence. +The Emperor's voice was full of majesty.

When he spoke of the judgment of fate, his subtext seemed to carry a grand promise that mankind would one day judge its own fate.

+Have you told the Fifteenth Legion that their Gene Father has blossomed in the vast sea of ​​stars and has a brilliance that you can see? +

+They are ready to go. +The Emperor said.

Morse thought for a moment.

He could not find any other purpose for handing over a young psychic legion that had never been on the battlefield to their naive and arrogant legion leader who was extremely disgusted with psychic power for the time being, except to add a little flower and ceremony to the Imperial expedition.

+I will go back to Terra once. +Morse said. +I will check the genetic situation of the Fifteenth Legion within your realm first. +

+Okay. +The Emperor said slowly, +I am not on Terra, you can find a particularly bright psychic focus in the direction of Terra, I named it the Astronomican. Follow it, Malcador will be waiting for your arrival. +

+It looks like I've lost an opportunity to ask you in person what you taught Magnus. +Morse smiled, his consciousness returning to the real universe from the golden light that connected to the horizon and surrounded him.

Perturabo did not let go of the countless jumping information flows and auxiliary calculation buffers in front of him. The situation of every ship in the entire reorganized fleet jumped into his highly active brain, just as the servants were eager to offer everything they had to the king.

"What's the situation over there, Magnus?" Morse asked. "I see you're busy. Is the situation so bad that you have to pour ammunition on the ground?"

"No. Perturabo responded to Morse's ridicule skillfully, "I mentioned to Magnus when we were chatting in the Great Library of Tizca before that the situation of only one town still operating as a city on a planet with a normal climate is a waste that I cannot tolerate. He readily expressed his understanding of my hobby. "

He handed some documents that he had seen to Morse.

Morse glanced at the complete set of industrial machinery and supporting materials listed in the documents: "Are you going to send two construction teams to land?"

"This is what I am good at." Perturabo said frankly, his brows relaxed, "I have laid a solid territory for the Emperor with blood and fire, why should I let the soldiers never rest?"

He paused: "And that's not a construction team, that's my Iron Warrior."

"So it's time to build a planet to reward yourself?" Morse said, "Very good, remember to put the guns on the track for standby."

"I was just about to do that." Perturabo's snort was unclear whether it was sarcasm or displeasure, "Did I tell you that their prophecy regards you and me as the source of Prospero's future destruction?"

"Taking all indirect causal logic into consideration, we can be the source of any future event. "Morse said calmly.

On the planet where the Lord of Change is watching, any false words that provoke disputes are nothing more than ripples caused by the claws of the Changing One across the vast ocean.

The more you pursue the entity of the prophecy in the dazzling and colorful world, the more it represents the demise of the sober mind in the spiral twisting storm.

"The Prospero people think so, so I just let them know that I do have this power." Perturabo's words were like a boulder rolling down a cliff, loud and resolute, with a devastating spirit. "Power is always greater than explanation in the eyes of scholars."

"You have a deep psychological shadow on the nine wise men of Perecontia. "Morse accurately grasped the origin of Perturabo's mentality.

The young giant nodded reluctantly, and flashed through his mind the past when he was so angry at the sophistry and stubbornness of the so-called wise men at several debates in Olympia that he secretly wrote satirical poems and stuffed them into their door cracks at night.

The day after learning that Perturabo had the ability to quietly slip parchment into their residence, Perturabo finally enjoyed the heavenly experience of the two debaters communicating effectively on the same core point.

Recalling the easy days of the past, the Primarch shook his head and threw away the useless and comfortable recollections.

"As for the city population, Olympia will draw a part of the residents for immigration."

Morse pondered for a moment: "Do you think this sounds like... you are going to make some subtle changes to the actual ownership of your brother planet?"

Perturabo's hand froze as he flipped through the documents, and a trace of realization appeared on his usually calm face.

His fingers awkwardly stopped on the file with the head portrait of the Olympia personnel list, neither putting it down nor taking it up.

"Let others do it." After a moment, Perturabo said, "I only do what I want to do for my brothers. Would you like to see my planning drawings, Morse?"

He raised his head, stretched his cervical spine, and looked straight at the black-robed man floating next to him.

"This is the first time I have incorporated the Tizca style into my architectural design."

"I don't touch the Tizca style much." Morse shook his head, "So we can discuss it together when we have time. But now, I'm going to Terra."

"And I'm going to Prospero." Perturabo said. "Goodbye, Morse. I will show you a planet in revival."

"Who has a hobby of looking at construction sites?" Morse shrugged, and the body of light began to leave the shell, like taking off a soft coat.

"If you have anything, remember to contact Terra and come find me. Goodbye, Lord of Iron."

"What did you think of?" Amon asked.

The boy recovered from his daze, and his delicate stone-carved face added a bit of softness with hidden joy.

He followed Amon's footsteps: "Nothing, someone gave me a new name."

"Do you like it?" Amon asked, but got no answer.

"It's here, Magnus's mansion."

"I can go in alone." The boy pushed open the door.

The agreement to build Prospero is in Chapter 18. I didn't say I would burn Prospero ()