Emperor's Bane

Chapter 211 Perturabo, with his sister
[Tulle of Destiny] is a world that barely meets the colonial standard, but it is still inconspicuous in the face of all the choices brought about by the Great Crusade.

It wasn't until the glorious journey started by the Lord of Humanity that No.70 eight Terra Standard Years came, that an incomparably powerful Iron Legion brought the atmosphere of the Human Empire to this desolate world for the first time. .

Perturabo, Lord of Steel, led 33 battalions of his legion, more than [-] Astartes warriors, to this deserted sandstone fortress, which the Primarch regarded as a suitable A place to meet your upcoming blood relatives.

Although, this desolate world named by Perturabo himself as [Fate Veil] is actually not far away from the parent star [Olympia] of the Primarch, only separated by a few open star regions and named [Anviru] But because of a certain psychology, Perturabo finally refused to entertain his blood relatives on his home planet. He would rather come to this barren world, start a big construction, and build a once-used Gorgeous palace.

Externally, the Lord of Steel claimed that this was out of consideration for the efficiency of the Great Crusade, but deep down in his heart, Perturabo couldn't convince himself.

The Primarch is very clear that the real reason that supports him in doing so is: he doesn't want to go back to his home planet, he doesn't want to face and remember some people and things on [Olympia], and he doesn't want to go back to his home planet. There are those long memories that he subconsciously erased.

His nominal adoptive father Damex, his nominal sister Kelly Fanny, and the so-called brother Andos who once defeated him in the statue competition...

He remembered all that, he knew they were still living on Olympia, as satraps of the Imperium or relatives of the Primarch, in a marble paradise built by Perturabo himself: he knew all this, he remembered this Therefore, he is not willing to return to Olympia, his so-called hometown in name.

he is running away from...

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Do not!
No, no!
of course not!

He is Perturabo, he is the Iron Lord of the Emperor, he will not escape anything, he will not escape responsibility, he will not escape pain, he will not escape the burden from the Emperor, and naturally he will not escape these A humble memory with no lethality at all.

He just doesn't want to waste time on these useless things.

There is only one fundamental reason why he will not return to Olympia: After he left, is this world any different from other abandoned iron mounds in the empire?Its only function was to provide the Iron Warriors with a source of troops and hide his useless memories. It was worthless for Perturabo to set foot in.

……

That's it.

Perturabo breathed a sigh of relief on the highest tower of the magnificent temple he had designed himself.

Right, that is it.

Olympia was not worth his return, it was just a monotonous world of conscription, and the galaxy was full of more important goals and journeys than it.

The Iron Lord believed so firmly.

Therefore, Perturabo came to [Tulle of Destiny], and wanted to build this place into a magnificent palace worthy of the meeting of the two Primarchs.

And the facts have proved that he can do it.

Between Perturabo's unrivaled architectural accomplishments and the steel warrior's ash-making skills that make perfect, an iron king hundreds of meters high stood erect on the gray plain within two weeks.

The Astartes warriors of the Fourth Legion put down their guns and took up levers, files, and chamfering tools, and they formed a monster that devoured raw materials and produced bricks and buildings: the roaring engines were theirs. The creaking jaws, the day and night cranes are their indefatigable arms. Under the operation of this behemoth, hundreds of tons of crushed stone and more steel are crushed, chewed or assembled, and then thrown into the At least a thousand construction sites are in operation at the same time. In this way, in the building passion and exquisite logistics scheduling, the sons of Perturabo completed this masterpiece, everything is like their Primarch in their hearts as expected in .

From the beginning to the end, Perturabo did not go to the front-line construction site. He always stood at the highest point: first on the top of the rare hills on the plain, and later on the top of the magnificent palace that was built higher and higher. The Lord of Steel always Occupying the highest point, grasping and supervising the completion of this building from the most macro perspective.

Before that, an almost identical palace had quietly survived in his drawings for more than ten years. Now, the Lord of Steel released it into this world, and he clearly remembered every detail and every number. , from the load-bearing column materials needed for the base to the faces of the statues of goddesses in the core hall, all are neatly arranged in Perturabo's mind. On the construction site in the sky, it is beautiful and lifelike.

He even felt a sense of relief.

When he saw: the well-arranged earth-breaking bomb destroyed all the hills blocking the way, and cleared the foundation enough to be watched from space; when he saw that hundreds of excavation engines started working at the same time, the splashed sand The haze of stone and dust stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

As he watched, his Olympian sons, Iron Warriors who were warriors, craftsmen, craftsmen, and architects, led countless The mortal servant polished the worldly spectacle of structural mechanics and classical aesthetics according to the size and estimation in Perturabo's mind, and it was exactly the same.

The Lord of Steel finally felt a long-lost joy, a breath enough to make him feel relaxed. He witnessed the completion of this great palace from beginning to end, as if the idea in his heart was playing in a slow way , truly turned into reality.

Before the Primarch felt the first trace of fatigue, this great palace was completed, the proud iron king stepped on the barren plain that had not changed for thousands of years, surrounded by iron gray and red copper The spiral sand dunes above its head, where Perturabo admires and meditates, as long as you open your eyes, you can see the lowest clouds, and at the edge of your reach, there is a dull sound of rumbling, The next round of thunder and storm is brewing.

Perturabo listened to all this, and listened to the annoying roar, but felt the peace in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he issued a new order to Felix standing behind him. The command.

Now, the magnificence of this palace does match the dignity of the visitors, but its connotation and conservation still cannot provide enough atmosphere and background for the meeting of the two Primarchs.

So, following a new order from the Father of Genes, the Iron Warriors dismissed the tired mortal servants, picked up those more exquisite instruments without complaint, and imitated the new blueprint issued by Perturabo , and began to concentrate on the shaping and completion of every room, every corridor, and every statue.

And just when the ding-dong sound of chisels, tape measures and stone carving hammers replaced the barbaric roar of cranes and earth-breaking instruments, the frightened Felix went back and forth, pushed open the door of the top floor with anxiety, and opened the door. The silent musing of the Primarch was broken.

"My lord, a small fleet is passing through Mandeville Point, and they request to pass through the blockade we have set up, and then land on this world."

Unsurprisingly: when Felix saw the frown on Father Gene's face, all he could do was duck his head and let the sweat start to form on the back of his neck.

"I remember that I gave you very clear instructions, Felix, before the meeting is completed, any civilian ships passing through this galaxy should be driven away. I think I have said that clearly enough."

The Primarch was not angry, but resentment did simmer in his words.

"But, my lord, that fleet came from Olympia, and it carried...Lady Kelly Fanny."

"...Carrie Fanny?"

"What is she doing here?"

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Even though he thought about letting his heirs expel this fleet, even though he had vowed never to set foot in anything in Olympia, even though he would never admit that when he heard that distant and familiar name, there was indeed something close to him in his heart. In trembling fluctuations.

But in the end, Perturabo still slowly came to a gentle slope. The Iron Warriors had already cleaned up the place and used it to dock various flying instruments.

He waited patiently for a while, silent, and Trident and the accompanying high-ranking officers naturally did not dare to figure out the will of the Primarch, so they could only stand silently ten meters away.

Before the Iron Lord was irritated by the dreary atmosphere and frantic dust, his first guest finally arrived late.

Callie Fanny flew in a modified Stormbird, its weapons removed, its interior expanded in space and comfort, and used to serve the empire's dignitaries: Perturabo saw that right away, and he A disdainful hum came out of his nostrils.

And when he saw the paintwork on the Stormbird, his disdain turned into some kind of resentment caused by being provoked. Of course he recognized those paintworks, because they were the symbols of the Imperial Skyhawk and Rocks : The latter was the court where Perturabo spent the first years of his life, the haughty kingdom ruled by his so-called adoptive father.

He has never liked it, because it has never been a bright country that can accommodate art and reason, but a dark royal court intoxicated with conquest, hypocrisy and conspiracy.

But Perturabo's resentment only lasted until the appearance of Kelly Fanny: when his nominal sister stepped across the long river of time and space and stood before the Primarch again, the Iron Lord Involuntarily shocked by the scene in front of him.

How did you come?

He originally wanted to say that, but when he saw Kelly Fanny's current appearance, a subconscious question slipped out from between his lips and teeth.

"Didn't they perform rejuvenation surgery on you?"

Anger, real anger, the endless anger provoked by the shock and divergent momentary thinking, burned with this question.

Kelly Fanny, his Kelly Fanny, in that dark court, he was the only person who could have a long conversation, the only person who could be treated with a weak family love: although they were not relatives at all , but it is also enough to be called the same kind in a certain sense. They are equally persistent, rational, and watch each other in their respective adversities, and move forward together.

He still remembers her, of course, he remembers her playfulness, complexity and wisdom, her immature but equally valuable advice on politics and art, her snow-white complexion, her vivid pupils, and her blackness with a few hints. Strands of bright brown curly hair: When he was still young, he used his wisdom countless times, trying to use marble, clay, or exquisite machinery to restore her appearance, to reproduce the pair of agile eyes, But it always fails.

But after trying and sculpting again and again, he has forever remembered her appearance and soul, and is proud of it.

But now, the despicable reality, the shameful fate, and those deceitful eyes are united, mocking him, teasing him, confusing the fantasy in the pupil with the reality in the memory, and laughing loudly at his desire for the last A little nostalgia for the afterglow of the past.

What did he see?
He saw Kelly Fanny: the person who can be called Kelly Fanny, the sad character who replaced her name, slowly came to him, and every step of her was crushing those beautiful things. memory and effort.

She is her: Of course, the Primarch can see a few handfuls of clarity in the long river of memories from those still vivid pupils and the most familiar smile.

But she is not her: she is no longer the agile and elegant elf, no longer the ray of light dancing in the dreary Lockes court, no longer the one who cannot be imitated by all his wisdom and efforts Miracle.

Her pupils are still agile, but when her pupils are deeply sunken and buried in obvious wrinkles, her skin is no longer pure white, but a light yellow that has been carefully covered up. The hair strands are still meticulously groomed, but a few bumps can still be caught, and the paleness that cannot be concealed.

She was no longer the beauty in Perturabo's memory.

She is old.

Just when Perturabo left the mountains of Olympia, chasing the Emperor's will, chasing the grand future in his heart, in the fleeting twenty-seven years, she was old, like a mortal, aging .

She is still agile, still wise, and still able to spit out rational words, but she is no longer the innocent memory in Perturabo's heart. When she became a part of reality, in Perturabo's heart, she Like everything in the world, there was a sin that made the Primarch feel a certain disdain.

But even so, when Kelly Fanny walked slowly, Perturabo still uttered those words insincerely.

"Didn't you go to them? Didn't you go to those medical areas? Didn't you go for a rejuvenation operation? Or are they unwilling to perform this kind of operation on you?"

The Primarch's questioning ensued, and it was Kelly Fanny's smile that answered him.

"There are always some people who are stupid and refuse to accept things that outsiders seem to be hard to come by, such as honor, status, and artificial eternal youth."

"And I am one of those stupid people. I think there is nothing wrong with aging naturally with the instinct of life and time. This is also a way and choice of life."

The Primarch fell silent, his anger disappeared silently, but even so, he still hummed softly, expressing his dissatisfaction and disdain.

"When you get old, when you can't even lift a finger, when you can only watch those people running around all over the ground, you will regret your current decision. At that time, maybe you have It has declined to the point where even the most basic surgeries can no longer be performed.”

"Maybe, maybe I will regret it at that time, but I won't now. I enjoy this state very much. I enjoy the years and time that put a burden on my body, so that I no longer rely on physical fitness and impulse, but more and more. thinking and imagining."

"It's up to you! Anyway, the changes of mortals are always half-finished and defective products."

The Primarch seemed to be in a rather strange state, a state that many of the descendants behind him could not fathom: he seemed to be angry, panting heavily, expressing some kind of repressed dissatisfaction; but he seemed to be There's something happy about having a steady conversation rather than a snark.

These two states existed in him at the same time, fighting each other, and because of the dialogue and atmosphere in the next second, the sudden changes continued.

The Primarch blinked his eyes. He seemed obsessed with observing his relatives whom he hadn't seen for a long time. After a while, his voice sounded like a sledgehammer hitting steel, dull but powerful.

"You are not staying in Olympia, what are you doing here?"

"Who sent you here, Damex?"

"Can't you call him your father? He has raised you for many years, looking for teachers and companions for you, and looking forward to your recognition and affection."

"Recognize your attitude, Kelly Fanny, my father was only the Emperor, Lord of Men, and as for Damex, I did spend a few years at his court, but I have repaid his education, I gave him the whole of Olympia, I gave him the highest crown, isn't that enough?"

"Now, you can't even call your sister, and your gift, what is your gift? Trapped him in the position of the Imperial Governor, watching those Terra officials take power, and then put Olympia Are most of the young people who have been pulled away from generation to generation, and have they devoted themselves to your dreams without returning?"

"He is indeed a cruel and cruel guy, Perturabo, but you should not treat him like this. You know what he did for you."

"You know, he's trying so hard to be your father, that's the hardest thing he's ever done."

"enough!"

A mere few words from Olympia caused Perturabo to let out an angry roar, and the Primarch's stern voice burst out from his throat, shaking all the mortals and Astartes warriors around him involuntarily. Han: Except for Kelly Fanny, the proud figure standing closest, she calmly faced the anger from Pertura Bofan, as if she had expected it long ago.

"You are still the same as before, brother, the stars have not changed you, or in other words, it has even made your temper worse, which is not a good thing."

"If you remember my character, you should be more humble!"

"And don't call me brother, call me Perturabo, or Primarch: this is who I am now, this is my place and responsibility among the stars."

"Does this status make you any different, compared to Olympia?"

"..."

The Primarch was silent, he closed his eyes, and after a long silence, he spoke softly from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't provoke me, and don't avoid my questions."

"What are you doing here?"

The lady from Olympia just smiled. She seemed to be tired of talking in this empty parking lot, enduring the baptism of sand and cold wind in vain.

"Does the empire have a special law that prohibits Olympians from going to the void? Can't I leave the courtyard to wait and visit one of my friends?"

"I have no plans to pretend to meet you unexpectedly, Perturabo, I came to this galaxy to wait for a friend of mine whom we haven't seen for a long time: and then I saw your warrior , building a great deal in this remote world."

"Your friend?"

The Iron Lord's face was a little distorted, and his innate wisdom comprehended this sentence in an instant, and colluded with everything in front of him and behind him, and came up with a somewhat absurd truth.

And this truth was soon confirmed.

"Yes, a friend of mine."

"It was a long time ago, and on that day a fleet of the Thousand Sons passed by Olympia, and I happened to be wandering near the spaceport: there I met a very interesting lady, young, Good at talking, with a pair of blue pupils, and I have a lot of topics and common interests, for a moment, I even saw your shadow."

"..."

Perturabo breathed heavily, he tightly pursed the corners of his mouth, his eyes widened, like a piece of steel shattered under the action of huge violence.

"We walked side by side and talked about politics and philosophy together. She was really interesting, but unfortunately, the battle was urgent. She soon followed the fleet of the Thousand Sons, left Olympia, and never came back: fortunately, we have each other In the past ten years, they have become friends with each other as pen pals."

"Probably a few years ago, she told me in a letter that she discovered that she seemed to be a Primarch: Of course, I was really frightened by this news, and it took me a few days to recover, but it didn't affect us. friendship, like now, we are finally meeting again."

"It seems that your purpose and mine are the same, Perturabo."

"So, don't you invite me to sit in your great building? There should be a room for me, so I won't let me continue to be frozen in the cold wind, my lord Primarch?"

"……Humph……"

Even with Perturabo's mind, he was stunned for the shortest moment to understand Kelly Fanny's words. The Primarch's face seemed to be slightly distorted. No rebuttal.

Finally, Perturabo turned around and walked in front of Kelly Fanny, the Primarch's dark face scaring a path among the Iron Warriors, all the way to the once-used Grand Palace.

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Perturabo didn't stop, didn't hesitate, and didn't say another word. He controlled the elevator and sent himself and Kelly Fanny to the highest peak of the palace at the same time: low gray clouds were entrenched under their feet, brewing Along with the muffled thunderstorm, there was also the sound of the Iron Warriors renovating the floors below.

Perturabo walked to the balcony, and he waited for a while until Kelly Fanny also walked over slowly, and he could hear her fingers firmly grasping the railing: This is normal, after all, this place is a few meters away from the ground. A hundred meters is enough to awaken any fear in the hearts of mortals.

But after overcoming the fear, it is full of magnificent scenery: the majestic mountains and the vast desert are like a joke of the gods. The spiral patterns of large and small form a unique and strange scenery, and the steel warriors dotted in it become Swarm like the deadly nanite swarms of ancient times.

The scene in front of him even reminded Perturabo of some memories: he remembered a part of his time with Kelly Fanny in Olympia. At that time, she was still the flawless elf standing with him On the balcony of the palace, overlooking the vast Stratoytis Plain, and the war machines built by him, they always had a good chat at that time, and they could talk freely about ancient legends and cutting-edge Technology, in the steam of hydrocarbons that those war machines need, they can imagine the future, imagine the grand scene of the unification of Olympia.

That was...how long ago?

33 years?Or 34 years?
He couldn't remember something.

The Primarch sighed with emotion, and then he heard a sigh from beside him. The sigh came from Kelly Fanny, who could not help admiring and surrendering to the sight in front of her after she conquered the height.

Until then, Perturabo finally showed a smile.

He paused, thought about his own problems, and then spoke slowly in the most business-like tone possible.

"How about Olympia?"

he asked.

A chuckle was his answer.

"Of course it's the same, everything is the same, more mountains, more factories, more forts and recruiters, not different from when you left."

"If you really want to ask what is different, then I can only tell you: its vitality has decayed, Olympia is no longer young than when you left, too many young people walked into Aspen The selection field of Tate warriors never came out again, and even the youngest child must learn to say goodbye to their parents, because at any time he may leave his homeland and become a steel warrior."

"And never come back."

The Primarch remained silent until the words finally dissipated in his ears, and he spoke again after a long time, and his voice had returned to that kind of absolute determination and loyalty.

"This is glory, Kelly Fanny, this is the glory of Olympia: its descendants have become Iron Warriors, heroes of the empire, recovered countless worlds for mankind, eliminated countless opponents, and defended countless peace."

"We are walking on the right path, Kelly Fanny, so it is destined to be full of pain and trials, and Olympia is going through all of this, and it will go through these hardships for mankind and gain eternal glory. Now the Obscurity will only lead to immortality for the next 1 years."

"It's an honor, I'll say it again, Kelly Fanny."

"Tell the glory to the parents who have lost their children, Perturabo, and tell the history of your eternity to the dying cities and villages, and use your eyes that always look toward the stars and beyond Eyes, to convince the barren valley of Olympia, if you can."

"Can you do all this? Of course you can't, Perturabo, because you'll never go back to Olympia, never see it with your own eyes, never hear with your own ears what your people say Weeping, you don’t want to keep your eyes on those empty schools and families, you don’t want to hear the desperate cry of your mother’s five sons when all five sons were expropriated, you don’t want to walk into those once glorious palaces , even if in the past you would have praised its splendor and magnificence, and imagined what a great conference would be held there: but now, let me tell you, there is no conference, because the best young people have joined Your legions have all become your soldiers, only those vulgar and weak people who are not recognized are sitting in positions they are not qualified for, and they are in constant fear."

The Primarch clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles crunching.

"I won't go back, and that's because I don't need to go back, Kelly Fanny! When I left with the Emperor, I gave Olympia everything I should have given. I gave them unity and prosperity. I gave They are rational and wise, and I have given them a real way of thinking, ensuring that they can look at the past and the future independently, and walk their own paths."

"Could it be that I haven't given them enough?"

"Didn't Olympia welcome the Emperor with cheers, gave me their best offspring, and then witnessed our expedition to the stars?"

"Could it be that now, it is not because of my identity that I bring the safest protection in the entire galaxy, so that Olympia will not be swept away by the nightmare in the galaxy, so that Olympia will no longer worry about the legend of the ancient black trial, so that every Can a generation of Olympians immerse themselves in prosperity and ease, and enjoy a unity and tranquility that their ancestors never dreamed of?"

"What else do they want!"

The angry roar of the Primarch was like the roar of a dragon in the clouds, whipping in the ears of those unfortunates, and the Iron Warriors working on the floors below trembled, busying themselves more desperately with their work.

Kelly Fanny, on the other hand, just shook her head.

"You always complain over and over again about what you paid and what you gave, but you never want to really think about what you got and what you gained."

"You always think that everything is taken for granted, that everything is exchanged at equal value, so you pay desperately, use the most difficult and brutal way to move yourself, to determine that you have paid the most price, and then take it for granted Waiting for the most rewards, waiting for the world to go round because of your thoughts that never manifest."

"How is this possible, Perturabo."

"A silent baby bird will only starve to death."

"You threw all your hard work, all your dedication, all your pride and drive into the shadow that no one cares about, and then stood there, waiting, waiting, waiting for the shadow to become the focus of the world, Waiting for everyone to notice you next to the shadows."

The Primarch's hand held onto the guardrail, trembling steadily, tearing the incomparably strong guardrail apart.

"You've always been like this."

"You torture yourself."

"Now, you are tormenting Olympia again, throwing the blood of this world into your shadow, hoping that it can flow by itself, and flow to the feet of others, so that they can notice you."

"You feel like it should be, you feel like it's an honor to be at the Olympia, you feel like what you did a generation ago allows you to take what you want from the generations and enjoy it with peace of mind."

"You are wrong, Perturabo."

"People have cheered you because you were a great monarch, because you did bring what they expected, because they longed for your enlightened rule to bring about a better future."

"People bowed to you because you were a strong iron man. You proved that your strength can bring unity. Although it is not the unity everyone expects, tyrants are supported because they proved The reliability of security, proving that bitter peace is better than romantic war."

"But now? Perturabo, what are you now? And what are you in the eyes of the new generation at Olympia? You are neither great nor strong, because they have never seen you, because You didn't make them feel hopeful at all, because you are exactly the same as the legendary Black Judgment, and even more terrifying: the Black Judgment is nothing more than an emissary of the gods who came down to snatch a dozen children in a century, and you, And your king will take away the best part of each generation of young people, and the second part as slaves and cannon fodder, and only the worst will be abandoned in the valley of Olympia, and if the war is urgent , you will not let go of even these worst choices."

"..."

"You said that you would lead them to glory and victory, but is this really the case? Perturabo, is it true that what I have tried to cover up for you to keep the Olympians from knowing is false? "

"The first thing you did, the first thing you gave to them when you got your legion, was to make them kill each other!"

"How can you do such a thing? In Olympia, even the most stubborn city-state has never been treated like this: Once things are revealed, no father and city-state will give their children to a man who will order eleven Smash generals, this is not glory, this is another kind of massacre."

"That's their own problem!"

The primarch roared, was angry, and breathed heavily, and a wave of hot air gushed out from his throat and chest, burning the surrounding air mercilessly until it twisted.

"That's their incompetence! Their weakness! Their failure! They didn't do what they were supposed to do! What I did was the simplest and most reasonable punishment! And it turns out, it works! "

"They weren't good enough! So I made them better!"

"Is this wrong!"

He roared, like an enraged wild beast in the arena, his proud rationality was thrown aside, the coercion from the emperor's heir made Kelly Fanny tremble subconsciously, but she gritted her teeth and stood still , she looked at her angry brother, and could only sigh.

"If your eyes see only faults, your heart will never be satisfied."

"When you look at yourself, you only see what you give, but when you look at others, you only see what they get, and never care what they gave."

"Because you don't care about them: never cared, they are just a chip for you to fulfill your desire, just a handkerchief for you to perform and wipe your tears when you feel sorry for yourself."

"If you continue to think that you are the only one who is giving in the world, Perturabo, then you will always be so angry, and you will always be caught in a strange circle of incomprehension, because unless the whole world gives you, Otherwise, you'll never think you're getting what you deserve."

Kelly Fanny's tears left marks on her face, and Perturabo instinctively tried to wipe them away, but he never raised his arm.

"Don't do it again, Perturabo, don't do it again, it's only going to hurt everyone around you, until it completely eats you back and burns you to ashes."

"Stop, come back to Olympia with me, even if it's just to take a look, even if it's just to take a look at the room where you worked when you were a child, and look at those old soldiers who used to follow you."

"if only……"

She whispered, she wept, she reached out a hand to take her brother's cold steel-encased palm.

But what greeted her was only Perturabo's ruthless power: it was the right power, which would neither harm her nor clearly express the Iron Lord's attitude.

"You're wrong, Kelly Fanny."

Perturabo stood where he was, and he looked at his sister coldly.

He knew, he knew, if she hadn't been Carrie Fanny, if it had been anyone else who had just said those words, if it hadn't been for the glory of the Great Crusade blooming in his head.

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He will kill her.

There is no doubt that.

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If not, the current Perturabo has not experienced the long bloody battle without honor and encouragement at all, has not experienced the tragic war that made his sons bleed again and again, and has not experienced the He rebelled without shame.

He would have killed her.

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"Let me tell you, Kelly Fanny."

The Lord of Steel stood there, puffing out his chest, like a victor who was bound to win, full of glory.

"You're wrong, you're dead wrong."

"You are wrong because you are a mortal. You are wrong because you will never understand my greatness. You are wrong because you are intimidated by temporary difficulties and cannot see the brilliance behind difficulties."

"You have been knocked down by the despair and weakness in your heart. Of course, after all, you are just a mortal. You are not my real blood relatives. You don't have the strength and belief to walk side by side with me to obtain those great glory."

"It's not your fault, because you can't do this in the first place."

Perturabo supported his sister, gently flicking away her tears.

"I'm not a mortal, sister."

"I'm way beyond that."

"One day, my talents will be used for the right things, and I will create a spectacle that the whole galaxy will watch, and the buildings under our feet will be eclipsed."

"One day, my creation, Yu Weiye, will stand proudly at the most glorious apex of the galaxy. It will last for thousands of years, and its blessings will extend to mortals who cannot even be described by numbers."

"One day, the Iron Warriors will take their rightful place, and we will bloom in the light of the Great Crusade. The 30-odd years so far are just the initial test, and this great journey will continue for 50 years. Even 100 years, 200 years, when it comes to the end of the doomed victory, everyone will feel the strength of the Iron Warriors."

"One day, everything I've said will come true."

"One day, you will realize your mistakes and absurdities."

"One day, you will realize how ridiculous it is when you try to measure the eternity of steel with your mortal heart, when you try to shake Perturabo's faith with your weak mind. "

"Do you think that the Olympia you speak of, the Lockes, Damex, schools, and mortals that you speak so earnestly, can make my heart shake even a little bit?"

"No, Kelly Fanny."

"I've been to the galaxy, I've seen true greatness and splendor, I've been to worlds that are worth defending and taking, that really matter."

"Olympia is just an old house, just an obsolete invention, a rusty medal, a piece of substandard steel that's been thrown in a corner."

"Whatever happened to it."

"Whatever it thinks."

"I do not care."

With one hand, he gently stroked the top of Kelly Fanny's head, satisfied that the soft hair in memory hadn't completely disappeared.

"Of course you can stay here, Kelly Fanny, I allow you to express your friendship with my blood relatives, and I allow you to feel the joy and relaxation of mortals."

"But after that, please go back to Olympia, please don't travel casually in the starry sky, for mere mortals, the Milky Way is not a peaceful paradise, at least, after I make it into a peaceful paradise Before, the galaxy didn't make you feel comfortable."

"Go back and wait."

"Lean on your fragile, mortal heart, and be restless."

"One day, I will return to Olympia, I will rebuild there, I will bring my great achievements, and I will establish the honor second to none in the entire empire, as the eternal symbol and soul of this world."

"At that time, let's talk again, you and me, who is right and who is wrong."

"Carrie Fanny, my sister."

"You must live long enough."

(End of this chapter)