Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Have you ever thought about why your father gave you the power to expand your territory?"

[I thought about it, but I couldn’t figure out the reason: As you know, I’m a rather clumsy person. 】

"Because of a very practical and popular reason, or rather, because of a person."

"Guilliman."

"That ambitious man."

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Perhaps because she has never been able to adapt to the relatively thin oxygen and unstable gravity on the Veil of Destiny, Kelly Finney has been in a state of mental depression since welcoming her best friend Morgan. many activities.

This made the Lord of Steel a little satisfied, but also made him a little dissatisfied: on the one hand, Perturabo was satisfied that the serious topic between him and Morgan finally lacked a spoiler, but the original ideal audience was reduced from two to one. It was enough to make him feel a little angry.

But soon, the Primarch of the Fourth Legion no longer bothered with these trivial matters: after his blood relative took out a mechanically modified creature that he had never seen before, and half a room full of rough drawings: Galaxy: Everything in it seems less important.

The Lord of Steel stayed aboard the Polar Star for eight days without eating, drinking, or resting: a living example of the fusion of steel, body, and spiritual energy was placed in front of him, and a With a psychic master so intelligent and capable of providing any assistance at any time standing beside him, the Primarch could not think of a reason why he should rest for even a moment.

For eight days, the two Primarchs never left the workroom. All their needs and orders were conveyed through the communication channel. Only the best technical sergeants and psychic masters could stand and walk beside them: Because Perturabo didn't trust the followers of Omnisiah very much.

It was not until the ninth day that Morgan, whose expression was obviously a little tired, slowly opened the door of the workshop, and then saw Rana guarding the door: the face of the old chief of the Guards. There was also a trace of imperceptible fatigue on his body. Apparently, he had been guarding here for several days.

But when he saw his Primarch for the first time, Lana stood at attention and saluted instinctively, and then took out a thick stack of electronic boards and documents from his side.

"In the past few days, reports have been coming from various departments, sir."

Morgan rubbed his temples.

[Pick the key points. 】

"As commanded."

"The round-the-clock opening of the arena requested by Lord Bayar has received high praise within the legion, and all departments have requested that this policy be made permanent."

[Yes, yes. 】

"However, Lord Luther came to you a few days ago and raised a situation about the arena, but I temporarily rejected him for you and asked him to leave a message."

【what did he say? 】

"Lord Luther said that when he passed by the arena during this period, he would always find that Lord Ahriman from the Thousand Sons Legion was forced to stay in the arena."

【...Forced? 】

Lana looked around before lowering his voice.

"Lord Ahriman has spent more than 800 Terran standard hours in various arenas, my lord, and more than 90% of that time was forced to be in the Octagon."

[Can he hold on? 】

"His Excellency Bayar used his status as deputy speaker of the Legion Council to dispatch a bed, a set of toiletries, an emergency life-sustaining device and a feeding system, and a complete first aid team from the medical department to ensure that Ali Your Excellency Man can always maintain a fighting state and can stay in the arena."

[Isn’t this an abuse of private power? 】

"The Legion Council unanimously voted, and the medical department did not have any objections. The only requirement is that all members of the equipped first aid team should retain the right to enter the Octagon during this period."

【……】

[How is Ahriman? 】

"...Fighting skills have improved greatly."

"Do you... have any instructions on this?"

Morgan blinked, and she turned to look at the bad boy leader: the scarred face was full of sincerity.

After a while, the Spider Queen sighed in her heart.

【Not yet. 】

"clear!"

Rana straightened his back and shouted in response.

[Let’s talk about the next thing. How is Luther doing recently? 】

"Your Excellency Luther is interacting and tentatively cooperating with various departments of the Legion at your request, and has joined in the cooperation with Reza. The Legion Council speaks highly of him and looks forward to working with him in the future. cooperate."

[Have you ever had a conflict with him? Tell me the truth. 】

"No, my lord."

"You don't know. In fact, as early as during the Terra Unification War, the Second Legion often cooperated with the mortal army to fight. We are accustomed to teaming up with the best among mortals, and Lord Luther is indeed an outstanding figure among mortals. He has already obtained a gallery seat in the legion council by virtue of his ability, and he maintains a high enthusiasm for various legion affairs."

"The only problem is that his body does not seem to be able to withstand high-intensity work. Many department heads have reflected this. They hope to perform a second transformation surgery on Mr. Luther, using psychic powers or other Strength to maintain his body.”

【Um……】

Morgan leaned against the wall, supporting his head with one hand, listening and taking a shallow rest.

[This is indeed a good idea. Remember it for me. I will do it myself to see if psychic energy can help old Luther. 】

[Also...well, what about Abaddon? How are he and his Luna Wolves? 】

"Lord Abaddon is well. He and his battle brothers are conducting a non-live-fire three-way exercise training with the Iron Warriors and some of your descendants on the surface of Destiny's Veil to refine tactics and cultivate friendship."

"However, before that, when Lord Abaddon was browsing the arena, he once praised Lord Ahriman. He said that he had never thought that there would be such a warrior who was obsessed with martial arts among the sons of Magnus. He also stated that he was willing to be inferior and would definitely promote his reputation in the Shadow Moon Wolf Legion."

[It’s nice to be here... Are there anything else going on these days? 】

"One thing is that the squadron heading to the death world Catachan recently sent two completely opposite messages, coming from two different communication channels, but I suspect that one of them is not credible."

【Everyone said. 】

"clear."

"His Excellency Cortez sent the first communication message. He said that the purchase business with the locals was going very well, and he requested that he be given a place in the auxiliary corps. He hoped to recruit part of the Catachan Jean as As the auxiliary force of the legion, he can guarantee their combat effectiveness with his own reputation and record."

【……】

[Here, tell him, he can recruit as many as he can. I allow him to make promises and bargaining chips at will, and I will be satisfied. Anyway, he knows what he wants. 】

Rana looked up, a flash of surprise in his eyes: surprise at the generosity of his Primarch.

But his professionalism made him instinctively stand up and respond, and he began to narrate the second message.

"The second message did not come from Cortez's communication channel. They stated that they were a team sent by Cortez to the Catachan jungle area to purchase goods, but Cortez's communication did not mention them. He It means that he entrusts local people to purchase his goods."

"The reason he gave is: past experience has proven that sending people directly into the Catachan jungle area to purchase goods is a very... costly activity?"

[In other words, we have received two contradictory messages. 】

[Then...which one do you think is true? Rana? 】

"in my opinion……"

The Chief Old Guard lowered his head and took out the electronic board filled with the second communication. By some mistake, he missed the flash of amusement in the eyes of the Gene Mother.

"The second one is not credible, mother."

【reason. 】

"Because the content of their communications is too... magical."

"At first, they were just calling for help normally, but then they gave examples of some dangers they encountered: they said they encountered scorpions larger than themselves, amphibians that could corrode power armor, and people who wanted to Eaten their trees.”

"In the end, they even said that even the stones on the roadside were murdering them."

"This is an obvious fallacy. I personally suspect that they encountered some kind of hallucination, but the actual situation still needs to be determined by Cortez's return from Catachan."

[Wisely, let us wait for the return of the squadron before discussing these strange communication records. 】

Morgan whispered softly, and she touched her forehead, feeling that her fatigue had been greatly relieved.

On the side, Rana was still reporting quite seriously. The gazes that the original body cast on him had no impact at all except making his waist straighter and his voice louder.

Morgan looked at the Terran veteran who was staring intently, at the hideous scars on his neck and his handsome face, and fell into his own thoughts.

In fact, in terms of character and attitude, it is difficult for Rana to be classified as a "bad boy". He is one of the earliest Dawnbreakers and is recognized by the entire army as capable, tenacious and brave. He has extremely high leadership charisma and Ability, but the problem is...

He is so brave and such a leader.

Before Morgan reunited with his heirs, the team led by Rana had been completely wiped out 28 times: However, it should be noted that 28 times of total army annihilation does not indicate how bad Rana's abilities are, and This just proves his bravery and charm, because behind the 28 annihilations of the entire army were 28 miraculous and brilliant victories.

The most famous one was during the Terra Unification War. When the team led by Lana followed the Legion to participate in the annihilation of a mechanical warlord, the entire Legion was suppressed under the heavy weight of a heavily armed Dark Technology Age fortress. Under firepower, at that time, according to the most optimistic estimates, the probability of breaking through the fortress was less than 0.5%.

And it was in this situation that Rana took the lead and launched the charge. His team chose to follow without hesitation, sounding the clarion call for a general attack: the 0.5% winning rate was miraculously held in his hands, at a price Except for Rana, who was seriously injured and dying, the entire team died.

This was the first time, but definitely not the last. In the following more than a hundred years, this scene was repeated again and again: leading the charge, the annihilation of the entire army and a miraculous victory. His courage and charm could always attract him. His subordinates then died, until the higher-ups of the legion stopped this behavior with excessive attrition rate, and Lana became a lone ranger until his genetic mother selected him into his personal guard, and because of He used to be [famous], but he had some strange expectations for him.

"All recent affairs of the legion have been reported, sir."

【Very good...go and rest. 】

"I beg you to be on duty here."

[No need for the moment. 】

Morgan smiled, and amid her silent smile, Perturabo pushed open the door to the workroom: his face looked even more exhausted than Morgan's, mixed with a kind of extreme excitement that brought a sense of indifference. With normal vitality, his power armor was covered with machine oil and metal debris, which was fluttering in the wind along with his hoarse voice of excitement.

"I have thought of the idea. All the drawings have been completed. We can now officially start work. My machinery is paired with your psychic energy. I have finally integrated them perfectly. Now we only need to go to [ Blood of Steel], just let this be completed in my workshop!"

"Morgan! Call your warriors! Move everything in the room! We need it!"

The Lord of Steel's words hit Morgan's ears like a barrage of cannons, and his high-spirited face was enough to make any Iron Warrior feel instinctively shocked: The current Perturabo is not that deep architect at all. The endless scientific research activities made him feel tired, but also filled with a kind of real happiness, and now, they were clearly displayed on his face.

He was laughing, happily, sincerely, and unconsciously.

A brand new topic and ideas, an unknown field and mystery, an excellent assistant worthy of trust and expectation, and everything he needs: this is what Perturabo has experienced in the past few days, and it is enough to make him excited. The source of joy that comes from within.

Without the slightest hesitation, under the strong order of the Lord of Steel, everything started to move in an orderly manner at a very fast speed: less than half an hour later, the two Primarchs had gathered in the strict order of the [Steel Blood]. In many workshops, they continue their experiments.

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"I installed enough firepower and protection methods on her body, and even some unstable experimental technologies: their safety is worrying, but their power is satisfactory enough."

Morgan's chief maid Ania was lying on the Lord of Steel's workbench, her chest and head were completely opened, and most of the machinery in sight had been replaced: if the previous mechanical parts were all of high quality, If you select the best industrial products, then what Perturabo carefully researches and installs will be a unique handmade work of art.

Millions of metal products are exquisitely stuffed into this short body, making her inner complexity completely unmatched by a divine machine of the same size, with various firepower output points and force fields. The generator was placed in those inconspicuous corners, making it an acquired killing weapon.

"I installed a miniature communication array in her head, as well as two refraction force fields that can be superimposed on each other under the left and right earlobes. They exist in the form of earrings. If they are operated at full strength, they can completely block the tank formation. salvo of fire."

"The goggles on her eyes are directly connected to her brain, allowing her to share the field of view with you when necessary. At the same time, her pupils can switch modes to fire deadly lasers."

"Around her neck, I installed an anti-psionic collar to balance the various psionic technologies we applied to her and to protect her: the collar is made of the same material as the Fort-class automatons. The shell is the same.”

"On her body, I installed a miniature neutron laser launcher, a personal light spear, a linear particle weapon, and a storm bolt. I especially focused on modifying her back: at those necessary moments, the metal on her back The spine can unfold on its own, taking on a four-wing shape, and is used to fire plasma torrents and energy beams."

"Her arms and legs have been reinforced with metal cables and muscles, which are enough to effectively kill ordinary models of power armor. Her fingernails are single-molecule blades, and her hands can be transformed into power claws with decomposition stances. In addition to In addition to these, I also installed four additional folding stands and individual void shields on her body."

"It's incredible, isn't it? If I place her in the narrow corridor outside the workshop, she can withstand or even destroy the offensive from the Astartes formation, because her firepower is siege-level!"

"But with such powerful firepower, we need to perfectly place it on the most ordinary modified human body. If we look at it from a pure appearance, outsiders can't even tell that she is a war weapon!"

"Psychic rift! Why didn't I think of it before?"

"You place the psychic rifts in various tiny containers, and then I place these containers all over her body, design a complex triggering system, and then connect the only triggering switch to the brain, the soul, and you. Linked with each other's will, she can choose to fire according to the instructions you left, or she can fight under your personal control."

"To put it simply, first use spiritual energy to expand the space inside the container, then place the energy beam and plasma as weapons in the container, and then place the container in the human body. We will allow a single person to have a siege-level the power of."

"It's an incredible idea, but we are about to make it a reality! It will become a new field, a new exploration that combines spirituality and machinery."

"This is not the conservative work of those Martians, but a real, exploratory step. In my impression, perhaps only our genetic father would do this."

At this moment, Perturabo was undoubtedly excited, happy, and even couldn't help it: this made him feel a strange feeling that he had not seen for a long time.

After the most exciting joy, the Lord of Steel subconsciously touched his originally serious face: but he only touched a smile that was so obvious that he could not deny it.

He was smiling, joyful, feeling genuinely and oddly happy: not the kind of smile he had smiled in previous times when his work had been recognized, or his plans fulfilled.

This smile that even he himself didn't notice at the first time seemed to contain some element that he couldn't fathom.

Elusive: Has he used this word too many times lately?

He touched his face, and the smile on his face gradually dried up, revealing the riverbed that was always overly serious.

The Lord of Steel blinked, and he quietly glanced to the side: there was no one else in the room now, only his blood relatives.

Frowning, Perturabo couldn't help but think.

Morgan was standing there, adjusting the performance of those psychic instruments. She almost had her back to him. She seemed not to be aware of his gaze at all, and seemed to have no interest in further observing and using him.

She was wearing a white coat commonly used by laboratories or medical staff, and her movements showed the exhaustion of days of work: In the past few days, Morgan and he had almost no further communication about personal emotions and other matters. They just focused on They were conducting the most efficient and capable discussions on brand-new topics and experimental drawings. Sometimes, even Perturabo would be temporarily distracted, but the Lord of the Second Legion never seemed to have such a problem.

She is like the most sophisticated machine: cold, efficient, and admirable.

……No.

This description is not accurate.

Perturabo touched his chin. His gaze was so dazzling that Morgan couldn't help but look back at him, nodded, and then continued to work, leaving Perturabo alone to continue thinking.

He was thinking about words, thinking about his description of blood relatives, which seemed to be far less precise and comprehensive: there is no doubt that when working, Morgan is an efficient and ruthless perfect machine, perfect enough to keep up with Petula Bo's thoughts and steps made the Lord of Steel feel such a long sense of joy and immersion almost never before.

A blood relative who can be so compatible with him, such a silent and tacit understanding, and a smart companion who can conduct experiments and deductions with him over and over again, never giving up or getting discouraged despite countless failures and setbacks, sounds like a dream. But standing in front of him alive.

He even considered it a gift from his father.

...Wait, father?

A flash of inspiration flashed in Perturabo's mind, allowing his thoughts, which were originally a little confused due to fatigue, to find a bright enough guiding beacon.

Father……

And the ring of golden light he had just glimpsed when he reunited with Morgan: He could guarantee that he saw it correctly. It was indeed a ring of cold sunlight, almost exactly the same as what he saw on the Emperor.

In Perturabo's eyes, Morgan's figure and the memory of the Lord of Mankind gradually merged together, and they actually had some similarities. What's more, when he looked at his blood relative again, he actually felt... I feel that she is somewhat like their common genetic father.

He blinked, and his thoughts became a little confused again: his instinct told him that his blood relatives definitely had some similarities with his genetic father, which was why he felt this way.

Similar... similar...

Where exactly.

The veins wrinkled on his tired forehead, making Perturabo feel a little bit obviously sleepy and bored. He forced himself to calm down, looked at Morgan's back again, and began to think.

But soon, he couldn't help but sigh: Morgan's busy back at work does have a unique charm. Her concentration and calmness are the most attractive parts. People can't help but want to explore the mystery in it. Far better than her previous ones that he couldn't understand either...

…

etc!

He knows!

The Lord of Steel suddenly raised his head and accidentally knocked over the experimental equipment on the side. This even made him stand still in the confusion for a few seconds, until he realized that his blood relative was staring at him with a rather strange expression.

"Feel sorry."

He apologized in a panic: maybe not at all. Anyway, after Morgan finally turned around and continued working, Perturabo quickly squeezed himself into the shadows aside, trembling with excitement for the clarity of his thoughts.

He figured it out.

He finally figured out the similarities between his genetic father and Morgan.

They are all the same…

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【mystery】

——————

In Morgan's heart, he softly uttered this word, remembering the excited cry in the Lord of Steel's heart at the same time.

Where Perturabo couldn't see, Morgan raised the corners of his mouth lazily, and then continued to devote himself to his work.

Her smile was like the wind, invisible and uncaring.

——————

After all, at a certain point, Morgan knew that if she wanted to take the initiative to get close to and use Perturabo, it would be almost impossible for her to succeed.

But it didn't matter: there was one person in the galaxy who could help her break down Perturabo's walls and trenches.

That person is:

Perturabo himself.

——————

The best way to approach Perturabo is not to approach him.

It’s about getting him close to you.

——————

mystery!

Yes!

That's it!

The Lord of Steel sat quietly on his chair, as if he was resting.

But in the invisible shadow, his hands were tightly clasped together, each finger tightly pressing the opposite hand bone due to excitement, until the red area around the nails turned yellow. Even the white ischemia glow.

mystery!

Why hadn't he thought of this before?

Whether it was the Emperor or Morgan right in front of him, they were both [mysterious].

They are all treasures that he cannot see through, a brand new, unexplored territory.

Perturabo looked at Morgan's busy background, and his eyes were full of what he looked like when he reunited with the Emperor on Olympia.

Even the proudest photographic memory cannot restore the scene at that time. Perturabo only vaguely remembered that he gave up his career and work due to some irresistible absolute temptation, and climbed to the top of the mountain at all costs. On top of that peak: there, a pair of the most powerful hands held him.

That was the Emperor, that was the Lord of Mankind, that was his father.

At that time, what the Emperor looked like, what posture he held, what he said, what he did: Perturabo no longer remembered anything. There was only a cold light in his memory, exuding A sense of security and an alluring mystery.

Just like Morgan now.

mystery.

He couldn't see through her, just like he couldn't see through the emperor: they seemed to have no desire for him, without any despicable desires. Their words were so sincere and straightforward, lacking anything that could make him sneer. of hiding.

They were straightforward, they had no cover, they stood there, neither spying on his power, nor taking advantage of his thoughts, nor blocking his gaze.

But he just couldn't see through them: just as he was 100% sure that neither Morgan nor the Emperor was taking advantage of him.

He believed them.

He longs for them.

Inwardly, he was attracted to them.

I was attracted by that [mystery].

Perturabo let go of his palms. Ten white marks visible to the naked eye were clearly visible on his big hands, and he even felt a sense of soreness and pain.

But he smiled.

He knew why he was smiling so unconsciously just now: because Morgan was taking him into a new area, because he was exploring an unknown area, just like he was exploring Morgan at the same time.

This fascinated him.

after all……

Perturabo is a scientist.

Perturabo was born to know it.

So Perturabo is a scientist born to know: what could be sadder? A character determined to explore the unknown, but there is no mysterious realm to explore.

He already knew everything, had seen through everything, he saw those sights, those sights that had surrounded him since he was a child: those were greed and fear, those were desire and use, they were placed directly in front of his eyes, everything The cover-up has no effect.

Even his sister, even Kelly Fanney: although she never thought of using him for anything, deep down in her heart, she was still afraid of the monster's power and wisdom. He could see clearly. , boring to watch.

And this was why Perturabo was so happy about the Emperor's arrival: he finally left Olympia, where there was no exploration, he finally left the backwaters that he could see through, and came to the real vast ocean.

The Emperor, and his mystery, testified to all this, which was enough for Perturabo to have all the fantasies and expectations he had for his father.

Because he cannot see through the Emperor, he can look forward to it as much as he wants, explore the position that the Emperor symbolizes, and feel some emotion that is enough to make him happy.

Just like now, he couldn't see through Morgan in front of him.

What kind of person is she? In her heart that is neither sad nor happy, what kind of soul is hidden under her appearance that is either sincere or sincere, playful and intelligent, or efficient and ruthless?

Perturabo thought.

eagerly.

expected.

Finally, the Lord of Steel unintentionally took off his iron armor and all his malicious feedback to the outside world, just like the monster in the cave trying to look at the sun for the first time amid timidity and fear.

He stood up slowly.

One step forward.

——————

He finally found out.

He wanted to know about Morgan.

He was looking forward to this.

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Nine hours later, Morgan finally completed the final work.

She turned around and noticed that there was a strange light in Perturabo's eyes.

This made her curious.

With the gradual deepening of the identity of the original body and the communication with his descendants, Morgan has already roughly understood part of his abilities.

She knows that in the eyes of different people, she is a different person.

So……

What did she look like to Perturabo?

The Spider Queen blinked and chose to temporarily put away her confusion. She moved her body a little, put her hand on the workbench, and casually touched a star map: it must have been moved here by the Dawnbreakers.

At this moment, Perturabo walked over slowly. He took a deep look at his blood relatives, and then scanned the star map.

"Is this where you're going from now on?"

[Yes, Avalon. 】

"Father has tacitly allowed you to conquer an entire territory. You should think of a suitable name, just like Guilliman's Five Hundred Worlds, a unique name."

[Perhaps it can be called the Avalon Federation or the Utopia... How come you all know the Emperor's orders? Did he tell you? 】

"The countless forces and local snakes in the Eastern Galaxy have all received it, but it's just faster and slower."

[...I thought this was a hidden order. 】

Morgan pouted, causing Perturabo to laugh.

"This is a big project, how can it be a covert mission?"

【……big project? 】

"Haven't you ever thought about why you were the only one who received the Emperor's acquiescence and encouragement to expand the territory?"

【……】

[I thought about it, but I couldn’t figure out the reason: As you know, I’m a dumb person and can’t say anything nice. 】

"Because of a very practical and popular reason, or rather, because of a person."

"Guilliman."

"That ambitious man."

"Because of his five hundred worlds: his private country now reaches Sousa in the east and the edge of the Storm Star Territory in the west. The radiation range is almost one-third of the Far Eastern Star Territory, and he only joined the Great Expedition less than four years ago. ten years."

"And you have to know that among the five major star regions of the empire, the area of ​​the Far Eastern Star Region is equivalent to the other four combined, and Guilliman already occupies one-third of it: some people now call the Far Eastern Star Region the limit. Star Territory, you know what this means."

"At this rate, to what extent will his country within a country expand in the next fifty or even a hundred years? And what is Guilliman himself, who has created all this with his own hands, planning? Woolen cloth?"

Morgan blinked.

She didn't need to think too much: the Primarch's innate thinking speed allowed her to directly skip the questions and answers in the next second and spit out the final conclusion.

[So, after seeing that my home planet is near the Five Hundred Worlds, the Emperor plans to support my power and let me create a brand new country to restrain and compete with him? 】

Even Morgan didn't believe this reason, but Perturabo nodded solemnly.

"That's right."

[Is that what you think? 】

"Everyone thinks so, including me and other original bodies. After all, Guilliman's ambition is visible to the naked eye, and it is natural to have some precautions against it: even Guilliman himself thinks so."

"I think he should be on his Ultramar now, preparing to welcome you, the unofficial envoy of Terra."

【……】

Morgan was silent for a moment. At this moment, she thought of the comments about Guilliman from the original bodies she had seen.

Maybe...maybe...probably...

Is the brother she has never met really an ambitious man?

After all, how could it be possible for so many people to see the wrong person at the same time?

At this moment, Perturabo patted Morgan on the shoulder, bringing her thoughts back to reality.

"No need to worry, Guilliman doesn't dare to make any big moves yet, and the imperial power in the Far Eastern Star Territory will more or less open a convenient door for you: For example, I, Olympia, am in the Far Eastern Star Territory The core position is not far away from your home planet."

"Your country can always look forward to the power from the Iron Warriors."

【Thank you so much...】

[However, I have a better idea here. 】

Morgan smiled.

Then she held out her hand to Perturabo.

[Since my country can expect the power from the Iron Warriors at any time. 】

[Then, can I ask the Iron Warriors and their genetic father for the sake of my future people? 】

[Become the protector and creator of this country alongside me? 】

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[Come, Perturabo. 】

【Be with me. 】

【Bring this burning stars. 】

【Create an ideal paradise. 】