A wonderful scene.

Magnus spoke quite sincerely, but his eyes were scattered and wandering. He was completely immersed in his own world and did not observe the mortal advisor in front of him more carefully: If he did this, the Primarch would

You will find a strange light flashing in Morgan's eyes.

Magnus asked.

"Don't run away from the problem, Magnus. After all, we must value reality more than words. The current reality is that your so-called rescue does not work as it should: when the patient leaves the ward, his safety and health are still

Doctors need to be responsible for their careers."

It's as if she is some kind of terrifying monster.

Obviously, this kind of rational debate rather than a heated argument can make Perturabo feel calmer.

"This is my method, Perturabo. If you think it is not good enough, then what you should do is not simply oppose it, but come up with a better, or at least equivalent, plan.

I know you are capable of figuring this out, my brother."

This was originally just an ordinary negotiation, with two Primarchs, one Astartes, and a mortal advisor, nothing more. There was not even an Iron Warrior among the people present, because they were all busy with the battle with the camp.

A live-fire exercise for the unit.

"……No."

"Of course, I can even repeat it again: Morgan is an important part of my legion. She is enough to gain my attention and respect, and she is enough to be a proud and spiritually trustworthy part of the legion."

As soon as he said this, Atava looked at his genetic father with some horror, and then he discovered that Magnus looked at his brother with a strange art mentality, as if he was determined to get rid of him.

The steely brother found some happiness in himself to redeem himself.

But when her eyes moved to Perturabo following these words, she found that the Lord of Steel seemed to have raised his head deliberately and did not choose to look at her. His eyes were unfocused.

The ground was spread out, as if the words just now were just casual accusations.

But Magnus's happiness did not last long, as his brother's cold voice came from behind.

"The Fifth Legion and the Nineteenth Legion have sent out signals for help more than once, and my legion is also in the support queue. I need to send some manpower. This will be a dangerous mission, very... dangerous."

When the wine gradually bottomed out, Magnus suddenly spoke and said these words.

"Your heirs don't seem to need my help, Magnus. They always rely too much on your guidance and strength. Apparently, your position in their hearts is enough to make the smartest soldiers choose foolishness, enough to make the most stupid.

Seasoned officers choose to follow blindly."

【So, who do I need to cooperate with?】

"That's right."

Perturabo's words were quick and sharp, but soon he realized that he seemed to have said too much. The Lord of Steel opened his mouth, and then simply turned his head to the other side.

The original gene wanted to say something else, but a dull voice interrupted him, and Perturabo's figure appeared again. He held a thick stack of documents in his hand, raised his head, as if

What just happened didn't exist.

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Morgan could see that Magnus's expression became a little complicated: Lord Prospero's lips outlined a helpless and slightly bitter smile, but his eyebrows were almost offensive because of his brother's behavior.

Wrinkled deeply at the sexual remarks.

"Ahriman."

[Why me? From the perspective of utilitarianism and actual needs, such a battlefield is more suitable for the Astartes, and even for the liaison function, only specially trained Astartes warriors can best perform it. 】

"Ahriman will coordinate all this as the captain, and your duty is to serve as the liaison officer of the legion, to follow and know the will of the command, and to ensure that the latest information can be conveyed to Ahriman. I believe that with your ability, you can

Capable of it all.”

"You know, the Thousand Sons Legion is still in a relatively fragile stage, so I cannot mobilize a large army to assist my brothers. I will only send a hundred people. You will not be involved in the crisis as a pure fighting team.

In the whirlpool of the front line, what you have to do is to serve as an advisor and timely auxiliary force, using the magic of psychic energy to provide help to different troops."

"Did my treatment accidentally damage some parts of your soul kingdom, or some unknown area? I can check again. Please tell the truth, Consultant Morgan, there is no need to worry."

Until she finally spoke.

"I do have several more outstanding descendants, but with all due respect, Ms. Morgan, I have a sense of uneasiness. My intuition is telling me not to let some of my descendants stay too far away from me. Maybe they will

Something bad happened."

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Atava could see Perturabo's lips opening and closing slightly, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end, he chose to step back a little and handed over the identity of the first question to Magnus.

.

When he finished venting his short-term anger, Perturabo couldn't help but glance briefly at everyone present, and then he turned around and left in a hurry.

"Take your powers seriously, Magnus! Carefully consider the possibility of her loss and pain! Don't think of this as a silly gamble that can be settled with jokes and playful gestures!"

Perturabo's anger echoed in the room. Obviously, this great general who was moody and angry again fell into some sudden angry emotion.

"What about Morgan? I believe you won't be stingy with your power, right, Perturabo?"

Faced with his brother's questions, all the Lord Prospero could do was sigh in his mind.

Perturabo laughed, he moved his body back, leaned against the wall, and focused his eyes on his brother, like an orator who was sure of victory.

"She deserves an examination, Magnus, an examination using real medical equipment and a rigorous scientific attitude, and then using a psychiatrist and specialized methods to detect the true mental state and determine whether long-term medication is needed.

Treatment or rest, instead of relying on the simplest self-judgment to judge whether you are healthy or not like now. Mortal people's bodies and minds will deceive themselves...including your descendants, they are the same."

"He is one of my most outstanding descendants. You have had cooperation and friendship with him. I trust your cooperation."

But despite this, this still could not make Perturabo give up his doubts.

"She can add bricks and tiles to your career and add chips to your victory. That is a power worthy of attention - yes, attention! I think you know what this means! Put away your attitude, it will destroy you.

!”

Magnus smiled as he faced his brother, as if he had forgotten everything just now.

Magnus smiled, as if he didn't hear Perturabo's soft sarcasm. He was already familiar with how to get along with the Lord of Steel, and he regarded such words as the most ordinary and simple compliment.

Such words did not make Morgan react. Instead, Magnus raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and looked at his brother.

At this moment, Magnus spoke, inadvertently saving his heir.

Magnus' voice was filled with pride.

The Primarch finished speaking his request, and then he fell silent, waiting for Morgan's answer.

Perturabo lowered his head slightly, and his flames of anger were obviously gradually lowered by Magnus's point-by-point analysis. Even when Lord Prospero's words echoed in the room, the Lord of Steel's

A look of serious listening began to appear on his face.

"The first batch of reinforcements, ten special detachments, each with 500 people, equipped with three times the firepower."

"Just in time, I've finished it."

"Do you know Ran Dan?"

【Just a few words.】

Magnus is not a fool, maybe he didn't have enough experience before, but now, he knows, or finally remembered, how to talk to his brother.

Atharva stayed there. He witnessed with his own eyes how Morgan fell into a whirlpool of pain and struggle during a sudden fainting. He also listened to the quarrels and debates between the two Primarchs about this, and even with Al

Even with Stat's superhuman thinking, he could not keep up with the quick logic between the words of the two emperor's sons.

"So, Perturabo, my brother, perhaps I can count on your strength? Perhaps you have good enough medical personnel in your legions to help my mortal advisors, or even my descendants?"

It wasn't until the sound of Perturabo's iron boots stepping on the floor gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor that Magnus seemed to react. Lord Prospero's smile was still frozen on his face. He stretched out his hand, for himself and

Morgan poured each a glass of wine and drank it slowly.

"Your first argument, Magnus, of course you remember it, don't you."

This thought flashed through Atava's mind and was forcefully erased by him. He thought that his father could not be such a common person.

Magnus glanced at it.

"Thirty pharmacists?"

Perturabo closed his eyes, snorted coldly, and then said nothing.

——————Volume 1, end————————
Chapter completed!