Chapter 11 Dawn Redemption (7)

I am not human, I am much more than that.

——Perturabo

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When conditions allowed, the Primarch of the Fourth Legion was actually a talkative person, but he would never admit it.

Perturabo's mind is like a seemingly dead active volcano: it is composed of numbers, angles, statistics and percentages, paired with furious magma, and then blocked with arrogance, forbearance and the pursuit of beauty, in order to reach the point of crumbling.

, a precarious balance.

This mountain of the soul seems stable and unshakable, but in fact, it only takes a few rocks at the right place, and the suppressed inner will burst out unstoppably, forming a torrent that destroys everything.

But similarly, opening this volcano does not mean that everything will be fine, because the passionate magma will eventually cool down, and by then, the Lord of Steel's thoughts will hide back in the silent volcano, as if nothing ever happened.

Therefore, the opportunity is short-lived, just like an eagle flying across the sky, fleeting.

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"Those who have experienced it?"

【Because art without protection and defense is one of the most fragile things in the world.】

Perturabo felt a sense of loss. In the calm and coherent speech just now, he only felt like a narrator evaluating his days on Olympia.

She answered.

【Why is there a city wall?】

Therefore, when Magnus asked his sons, he would naturally get an excellent option that people could not refuse.

And when the same image is created, even Magnus will not doubt anything.

[I come from the southern part of the Maelstrom. Before I joined the fleet of the Thousand Sons Legion, I was a princess in my hometown, a guy known for his inhuman genius. 】

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He watched her close her eyes and slowly revealed her deepest secret.

[I know what a better future is, I know how we want to move forward, I know that compared to the so-called celebrations and bread, holiness and tradition, we need a more pragmatic attitude, need to endure more difficultly, and need to use our limited resources.

Resources should be invested in technology and people's livelihood, rather than building countless statues of gods in exchange for a song of praise from ministers or bishops that would be contrary to their wishes.】

At this moment, the communication rang, and Magnus's voice came from the other end.

In Perturabo's eyes, the mortal in front of him slowly raised his arm, took a sip of wine, then calmed down and faced his problem head-on.

After laughing for a while, Perturabo gave his unequivocal evaluation.

【……】

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Although they are the same original body, their personalities and essences may be very different.

Genius itself is the greatest weakness.

Hunters only have one chance.

Magnus waited a moment until he heard Perturabo's laughter over the comms.

She picked up the jug, drank the last sip, and threw away the lost part. The remaining amount was enough for her to take a sip, as if it had been calculated in advance.

"I have a little trouble here, regarding the governor... Forget it, to make a long story short, Kalena may encounter a surprise attack. Be prepared. The enemy may use air force and armored forces."

[When art was created, it was destined to be a golden age. People did not need to worry about life and disputes, because they created great art and works and imagined the possibilities of the future. 】

As if he suddenly remembered something, Magnus suddenly realized that maybe his brother was more suitable to be a referee than his son.

Morgan lowered her eyebrows, flipped open the package at her waist with her fingers, and took out a miniature silver-white wine flask, which contained the fine wine she brewed herself, using the best grains and fruits.

all the best.

"Understood."

But he is not without shortcomings. The biggest shortcomings of this Lord of Steel are his strengths:

[As someone who has personally experienced it, Your Excellency.]

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"..."

[He talked about his ambitions and the power of the empire to induce all the visitors to swear allegiance to him. Until finally, he finally thought of me, so he announced to everyone that I would be his heir.

He will destroy all disobedient people for him.]

Along with this answer, Perturabo also looked at his own work.

Perturabo stood in front of his workbench, and in his sight, his last data was finally sent correctly.

[But progress was ultimately too slow, and the country fell into stagnation. The peace and prosperity of the past became the capital of future generations who did not want to make progress. In the name of art, they allowed themselves to fall into enjoyment and depravity, until the barbarians

The flames of war came from the sky, the city-state collapsed, the palace fell into decay, and only the remaining works were left for future generations to sigh with emotion.]

Morgan does not like brewing, and thanks to the ruthless Supreme Being who created her, it is almost impossible for this vicious silver-haired woman to know the feeling of joy in any action.

Their superior talent shapes their abilities and determines their arrogance. When they determine something, they will firmly believe it and will never think that their judgment is wrong.

She forced herself into it and became a true master brewer for one thing only:

Her voice became slower and deeper, and Perturabo saw that her blue pupils gradually lost their focus and agility, turning into confused memories of the past.

He could hear that when the mortal in front of him said the word curse, her teeth were biting each other, as if they could crush rocks.

After a while, he heard a sigh.

Magnus is Magnus.

【Because of resentment.】

Faced with the question from the Primarch, the mortal in front of her didn't even think about it and directly vomited out her question. After blurting out these words, her pupils suddenly regained their clarity.

"So, you escaped."

The Primarch returned to his workbench, with a sullen face as he inspected the progress of his work.

"..."

Along with Morgan's voice, Perturabo's eyes also moved to his unfinished work. When the mellow aroma of wine began to linger in the secret room, the Lord of Steel actually felt a little embarrassed: He was giving

When an outsider looks at an unfinished work, is it any different from putting a failure on public display?

Seeing this scene, Perturabo couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, but then he thought of Morgan's question, so he quickly straightened the corners of his mouth again, which was a little funny for a moment.

certainly.

Perturabo breathed heavily.

Although this smile is not one of joy, it still looks sweet.

[On the second day after the arrival of the imperial fleet, he became the governor from the king. I remember that day happened to be my birthday. He held a banquet for me. It was a grand banquet. He talked endlessly in front of countless guests.

Hours long.]

The Primarch opened his mouth and spoke slowly, with a rare light about the future and ideals igniting in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Perturabo's superhuman perception captured this soft sigh, and he saw the silver-haired mortal couldn't help but pull the gears of the model, sighing and sighing.

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【Because no one understands.】

"..."

Her pupils are clear, the light of reason that can see through the essence of phenomena.

【That's not a throne, that's a curse.】

She smiled.

【In order to escape.】

Holding her own wine flask, Morgan whispered the name. It belonged to the exquisite semi-finished product in front of her, and to the great fantasy that still existed in Perturabo's mind and drawings.

Go to hell.

【And loneliness.】

[Talia clone...]

"Why?"

He could no longer tell whether he was being induced or recalling his past to empathize with this mortal.

For example, like now, when she is immersed in her own thoughts, she can't help but express her true feelings deep in her heart.

Persona.

[Curse... that is a curse, layer upon layer of curses, the throne is a curse, wisdom is a curse, even my birth may have been a curse. 】
To be continued...