Warhammer: Emperor's Ravenbringer

Chapter 158 The Emperor's Expedition (Part )

Learn that Primarch No. 11 has returned.

Perturabo, a workaholic, temporarily put aside his work.

Set off to see his newly returned brother.

The meeting between the Primarchs was arranged in a luxurious reception room located in the Terra Palace.

The reception room is very large and is a typical Gothic-style building.

Bright crystal chandeliers hang from the towering circular dome.

The scarlet carpet was laid on the ground, soft and comfortable.

The heavy solid wood table was polished so that it could reflect the lights and shadows above.

Perturabo picked up a piece of fruit from a crystal dish on the wooden tabletop and put it into his mouth to taste it.

In an instant, the peel exploded in the mouth and the juice splashed all over the tongue.

The extraordinary Primarch's mind automatically compiled a material data report on the fruit.

Includes the fruit's acid content, hazards of decomposition, and nutritional value.

Perturabo chose to ignore it.

Under the guidance of Raven, he has learned to enjoy life occasionally and to relax.

Regardless of the composition of the fruit, the taste alone is really great.

This fruit comes from an agricultural world nine hundred light years away.

Experienced merchants will carefully select the highest quality ones and ship them to Terra.

Only after going through a complicated screening process can they be sent here.

After this process, the cost of one fruit is enough to buy the entire spire of a low-level hive in a remote star region.

But I didn’t think this was abnormal.

Because this is Terra, the Imperial Palace, the home planet of humanity, the heart and brain of a great empire.

It is where the most noble people in the empire reside.

If even here, luxury and enjoyment cannot be maintained, then something very terrible must have happened in the empire.

The empire was growing at an increasingly rapid pace.

More and more wealth is being created.

The top leaders have made a lot of efforts to control the wealth gap and improve the living standards of the lower classes.

But the objective laws brought about by development cannot be avoided.

The wealth accumulated by Terra is extremely exaggerated.

Talent and wealth from across the empire flowed here like a tide.

In the end, restrictions had to be imposed to stop people from continuing to flock in.

Everything that is sent into the palace is the best.

As for the issue of cost, it has never been considered.

“It tastes good, doesn’t it?”

A calm voice came.

Perturabo looked in the direction of the sound.

A man with an outstanding temperament and physique like him stood by the window, looking out at the magnificent city of Terra.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the twilight became a hazy golden light under the reflection of the smoke, covering the city of Terra with unparalleled beauty.

Perturabo looked the other man up and down.

The man has short black hair and a handsome face.

When they looked into each other's eyes, the man's eyes were calm and deep, which made Perturabo feel inexplicably pressured.

It seemed as if the person looking at him was not a person, but a world.

The will of the world is embodied in the other person.

"Tenamus." Perturabo called out the other party's name.

"I know you, Perturabo, Lord of Steel, Savior of Olympia, creator of many great works."

Tenamus listed Perturabo's achievements in detail.

The corners of the Lord of Steel's mouth slightly raised.

The newly returned Primarch is sensible.

Not like some stinky rock.

"It seems that you have done some homework and know me well."

"Collecting data is my habit. Information is everything in the universe. Matter and energy are just another form of information. As long as there is enough computing power and enough information, everything in the universe can be calculated."

Perturabo looked surprised at these words.

In the past, he also worshipped data and information, believing that as long as he mastered all the data, he would be invincible and achieve anything he wanted.

Primarch No. 11 and he share the same views in this regard.

"So what do you think of intelligent machines?" Perturabo clapped his hands, and two iron ring robots built by him walked in.

The iron ring robot was built by Perturabo himself, incorporating his wisdom and knowledge.

The Iron Ring Robots are composed of six-meter-tall Mita-Steel-class automatic combat robots.

It is covered in heavy armor and shield generator, and has a built-in high-computing power Alpha unit.

Equipped with the most advanced weapons, their combat power far exceeds that of ordinary Astartes.

Possesses strong independent judgment ability and can handle most combat scenarios independently.

Normally, though, they are extensions of Perturabo's own will.

Using the gene engine and the Primarch's extraordinary mind, the Primarch can do many things at once.

To some extent, the iron ring robot is the clone of the original body.

If Perturabo continues to delve deeper into this path.

In the future it may be possible to embark on the evolutionary path of the mechanical swarm will.

"It's a very good idea." Tenams looked at the hoop robot and made a fair assessment, "They become an extension of your will."

"Data is cold, and only absolute reason can fully control it." Perturabo said: "I have heard something about you. You are a collection of individual consciousnesses of the entire world."

"This is the only way to transcendence," Tynams said. "I possess the wisdom of hundreds of billions of lives at the same time. I have all their knowledge and memories. I am them."

"I am curious about why the people of Tenams wanted to create you." Perturabo showed a curious look.

Tenems did not refuse to answer, he told an old story.

"Five thousand six hundred and seventy-four years ago, the Warp Storm broke out and the Age of Strife arrived. People at that time destroyed nearly everything."

"When the war is over, the hungry people look at the smoking ruins and begin to recall why the war broke out. What kind of hatred made us treat our own people so cruelly? Do you know what the final conclusion is?"

Perturabo took another piece of fruit. "What's the conclusion?"

"There is no real hatred between the two warring parties. They breed gaps due to suspicion and misunderstanding of each other, and the gap breeds hatred, which evolves into war. After realizing this, our ancestors proposed an idea that if humans can understand each other's inner thoughts, perhaps the outbreak of war can be reduced. So they proposed that everyone should merge into a Gestalt will."

"All of us are connected to each other, forming the Tynams, and from generation to generation, we are connected to each other and we believe in each other."

Tynams stepped in front of Perturabo.

"Perhaps, you can also join us. From now on, there will be no more suspicion, and mankind will be truly united."

"Putting all hopes of evolution on one option is not the right choice." Before Perturabo could answer, Raven's voice sounded.

The imperial guards marched in from the door.

The leading imperial guard held a small golden throne.

The raven was standing on the throne.

The two Primarchs saluted him respectfully.

"Tenamus, nice to meet you." The raven looked at Tynamus.

Like the other Primarchs, Tynamus was a giant of massive build, his features appearing to be carved from marble.

"Mr. Raven, I am also happy to meet a wise man like you." Tynams took out a serving of French fries like a magic trick. "I learned about your hobby from the Imperial Guards. This is a specialty of the mother planet. I hope you like it."

Raven looked at Tynamus with admiration in his eyes. "It seems that you, who have gathered the wisdom of hundreds of billions of humans, are indeed perfect. You have the strength and brains that are not inferior to the Primarchs, and you can adapt to the ways of life of mortals."

"This is the most correct evolutionary path. The Empire should vigorously promote it and allow all humans to join the Gestalt." Tenams said, "After integration, humans will no longer have suspicions and wars. They will truly cooperate perfectly and will surely become the most powerful utopian civilization." "It's not correct at all." Raven said, "Human desires have caused humans to suffer from wars and turmoil, but desire itself is also one of the driving forces for the advancement of civilization."

"After all humans in Tynams chose to become a Gestalt civilization, wars did decrease. But you did not achieve any technological breakthroughs, and have been using the technology left over from the Golden Age. This is enough to explain everything."

“We’ve explored a number of areas, but progress has been slow,” Tennams explained.

"War is cruel. Slowness equals death." Raven said, "The enemy won't leave you time to grow."

“Gestalt will is a very good evolutionary route, but it may not be the most correct one. The future of mankind should be diverse, not just one choice.”

Tynams was left speechless by what the raven said.

"However, Gestalt is also unique. Your psychic power surpasses that of Magnus and Malcador, making you the most powerful psychic individual under the Emperor."

If it can accept more consciousness in the future, Tenamus may become a shadow of the warp like the Hive Mind.

Raven chatted with Tynams for a while.

Exchange each other's views on human civilization and human empire.

Tynams is a collection of human will, and naturally puts human interests first.

This made the raven very happy.

As long as Tenams stands firmly on the side of humans, it will be easy to deal with the big guy.

"Can I talk to Primarch No. 11 alone?" Raven requested.

"I am now led by the Primarch No. 11 as you call him." Tenams replied.

"So what do you think? Have you ever considered breaking away from the Gestalt will and becoming your independent self again?" Raven observed Tenams.

As it is a fusion of hundreds of billions of human wills, Tenamus' projection has formed a distortion field in the subspace, making it very difficult to observe the situation inside.

Only someone like Raven, who has authority over the foggy space and can see through the existence of the timeline and destiny line, can do this.

"Am I not free enough now?" Tenams looked at the raven. "In this universe, what is the real self? Who can define it?"

"As individuals grow from childhood to maturity, their thoughts also change dramatically. Do these people lose themselves?"

"I respect your choice," Raven said, "but there are some things I need to make clear to you. The Gestalt path is full of unknowns, and the universe is full of all kinds of terrifying things. You can no longer absorb the will of others casually."

"We need to inspect and study you. Only after we confirm your safety can we make arrangements for you."

The minions of the Chaos Gods are everywhere.

Tynemus is like an unprotected database. Once it absorbs toxic data, it may pollute the entire database.

"Of course, if you don't like it, you can choose another way. The Empire will arrange a small universe for you, but you will be the only one in it. You can do whatever you like in it as long as you don't leave."

"It sounds like incarceration," Tynams said.

Raven nodded. "It's imprisonment. When the empire rises, we can't take too many risks. And you, who are out of control, are one of the risks."

"I choose the first one." Tenams thought for a moment, "Believe me, in the days to come, you will personally feel the superiority of the Gestalt evolutionary path and understand that this is the most correct choice for mankind."

"I hope so," said the raven.

After communicating with Tenams.

Raven asked Perturabo to stay with Tenamus, and he left.

As soon as he walked out of the reception room, Raven received a mental message from Malcador.

He said there was something he wanted to talk to him about in person.

The raven didn't waste any time and flapped its wings to open a space passage leading to the room where Malcador was.

The more he used this skill, the more proficient he became.

It was impossible to walk.

Space teleportation is convenient and fast.

Macador was sitting at his desk, reviewing government affairs.

The high-intensity work made him look exhausted and much older than before.

"Fortunately I don't have to do it." Raven said silently in his heart.

"Mr. Raven." Malcador heard the noise and turned around. When he found the raven and the guards, he stood up and saluted. "I'm sorry to bother you."

"What's calling me? Is there a new flavor of fries?" asked the raven.

"No, no, it's something else. A young female narrator hopes to visit you and do a special interview for you."

Malcador's words made the raven tilt its head and look at him.

My goodness, how much did you collect? !

Machado, Machado, seeing your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you actually want to learn English and make progress! !

"A recorder wants to see me? I'm very curious, who is she? An ordinary girl can't ask the busy Master Magic Pattern to tell me this in person."

Malcador gave a slightly bitter smile.

Obviously, he also realized that this was inappropriate.

"The girl's name is Pedrolani. She is the only descendant of the Capinus family. This family provided a lot of help to the empire during the period of great unification. In the subsequent reforms, they repeatedly supported the parliament in weakening the vested interest groups."

"One of Petronilla's parents died during the Great Unification, and the other was murdered because of the reform."

"Her grandfather used all his connections and resources to submit this request to me, just asking me to ask if you can spare some time to accept an exclusive interview with his granddaughter."

"It's really hard to refuse this. If we fail, the loyal Capinus family will surely become a laughing stock." Raven said, "Those who hate the Capinus family because of the reform will surely attack them like wild dogs and bring this family to the abyss."

Even though the Ravens and the Emperor have been suppressing the powerful, court politics is still deeply rooted.

After all, people are a combination of desires and ideals.

Unless all of humanity is integrated into Tenams and all of humanity truly becomes a whole, it will be possible to prevent this old-fashioned story of political infighting from happening again.

"Okay, I will meet her." Raven hesitated for a moment, "Just as a reward for the loyalty of the Capinus family and to give the young girl a chance."

“But I don’t want this kind of thing to happen again.”

“I understand, Mr. Raven,” Malcador saluted. “I think I can arrange a time when you are free.”

"Let's do it today." Raven said, "Let her come directly. After she finishes talking to Big Guy about No. 11, I will summon her."

Machado said: "I immediately sent someone to call her and asked her to get ready."

Terra.

The Capinus family residence.

In an elegant study, the tall, handsome and eye-catching Pedroani was sitting at a maple desk.

Her late father had proudly said that this heirloom was a gift from the Emperor himself to her in commemoration of the great victory in the Battle of the Urals.

"Magnus, Horus, Perturabo."

Pedroani tapped the data pad gently with the golden memory pen.

The organic crystal core of the memory pen captured her passionate emotions, causing some messy words to appear on the flickering screen.

One great name after another was written on the screen as her carefully maintained, smooth and round nails scratched across it.

Just as she was thinking about how to write an article that would inspire people and praise the empire.

The bell rings.

The security system buzzed and a floating interface automatically popped up in front of her, allowing her to see that the person who rang the doorbell was her bodyguard, Magad, followed by a servant.

"What's the matter?" Pedroani asked somewhat displeased.

The other party interrupted his thoughts and inspiration.

You should know that these two are the most important in literary creation.

"There's news from the palace that the honorable Lord of Ravens has agreed to your request for a visit, young lady." The servant said respectfully.

This news wiped out Pedroani's unhappiness.

She jumped up like a beautiful elf, her face full of excitement.

"Get everyone moving, get my dress ready for me, and get the vehicle ready for the trip."

"And have the family chefs immediately prepare the delicious fries that the Capinus family has collected. I want to bring them to the palace."

Petronilla was extremely excited when he was summoned.

The servants in the mansion began to move.

They dressed their young lady and put her clothes in order as quickly as possible.

After carefully dressing up, Pedrani took the gifts and boarded a special hovercraft to the Terra Palace.

(End of this chapter)