Chapter 222 Sousa

In the 41st millennium, whether the people of the Empire believe it or not, the whereabouts of most of the Primarchs have been engraved under the relief of the Primarch Memorial Hall in the Eternal Lighthouse Macragge. Among them, only the eighth Primarch, Konrad Curze, is a unique exception.

Although everyone knows that Konrad Curze is still alive, and even many families still warn their children not to continue to be unwilling to sleep at night with the deep legend of the dead midnight when they are still awake, for several thousand years, no one can prove or publish the materials of their proof.

In any case, after leaving the Inquisition, an important institution that dominated the legal foundation of the Empire for ten thousand years, Konrad Curze and his Eighth Legion disappeared from the bright side of the Empire forever. Only from the mouth of the Emperor's Memoirist, who is most knowledgeable about secrets and daring, people are fortunate to know that Konrad is not only alive, but his meeting with other descendants of the Emperor is not even uncommon.

Because of this, Konrad Curze's deliberate concealment of his existence is particularly difficult to understand. However, considering the secretive personality of this Primarch, who has never even made his home planet public, perhaps his "disappearance" is not unexpected or unreasonable. ——"Konrad Curze: Nighthaunt Gorewarden"

One of the earliest tools invented by humans is the rope.

More than 100,000 years ago, between cliffs and rivers, humans used ropes to penetrate stone balls with holes to wrap around the legs of wild beasts. About 40,000 years ago, humans used rattan ropes to tie the wooden handles of bone hoes. Humans use ropes to hunt and farm to maintain their lives, living in the same caves or thatched houses, and spending every rainy night and cold winter.

When the need for survival is no longer urgent, the footprints of humans continue to expand, and ropes are used in more conditions. When hiking up snowy mountains, humans use ropes to form groups and connect with each other. When crossing rivers and valleys, humans use ropes to build bridges and cableways for people on both sides to travel freely. Connection, link, series connection, these concepts are inherent in the deep genes of the human race.

In the dark and ancient times, almost instinctively, humans slowly moved forward hand in hand in the great cycle of competition and cooperation. So the first expeditionary immigration fleet set sail from the ancient human home planet Old Terra under the attention of all mankind, full of uncertain hopes and false fantasies, and sailed into the eternal star sea that was expected, suspected, feared, and longed for.

As the navigation of the subspace was suddenly interrupted, this network of human civilization derived from blood, culture and identity was suddenly destroyed in the ruthless and desperate storm of the old night. The connection was cut off, the connection was terminated, and the light of the stars symbolizing civilization was far away and lost in the depths of the dark universe.

It was not until the star torch of Terra was lit and the light of the Emperor gradually illuminated the universe that humans finally saw the thin rope that was swaying in the storm but was enough to reconnect humans. However, even though the Imperial Skyhawk is trying its best to bring the galaxy under its broad wings, the connection between people still cannot return to the closeness before the old night.

The instability and delay of communication and navigation still stand in front of civilization, which cannot be crossed or solved.

A few years ago, Mors learned about the webway, the only solution obtained by the Emperor. Although even if humans really control this road built by ancient civilization, the complete decline of the old alien civilization has proved that the webway cannot guarantee the permanent survival of humans, they still have to grasp the only thin rope in their hands and grope forward.

Perturabo’s suggestion on the webway a few days ago almost triggered Mors’ strong opposition. In fact, he has already triggered it.

The Iron Lord insisted that the Space Marines, the Custodians and the Mechanicus could not take on the responsibility of exploring new areas of the webway and opening up new roads. Only the Primarchs have the ability to explore this way, and Mors had to repeatedly emphasize to Perturabo the dangers and disasters involved.

When Perturabo proposed to compromise and only use Morse's spell constructs combined with his own newly designed mechanical structures to mass-produce simulated machines controlled by Perturabo himself for in-depth exploration of the Webway and other work, Morse had to admit that this might be what Perturabo wanted at the beginning, and it was only after the previous heated discussion that Morse could reluctantly grant permission.

Although the craftsman still did not approve of Perturabo's risky approach of mass-splitting consciousness. Just for the Webway - well, Perturabo still convinced him.

But today, Morse saw the second possibility.

Sosa is a remote planet near the border of the Milky Way, almost reaching the edge of Ultramar and even the edge of the Ultramar. Beyond this, there is only darkness and silence that humans did not have time to explore back then, but now have no conditions for exploration.

But Sosa is a beautiful planet with blue oceans and dense forests. It is spring-like all year round and free of disasters. If only birds and insects and other low-level animals live here, Sosa's habitable environment will give humans a sense of belonging that is not even weaker than Olympia, not to mention the solar system Terra, whose lifeline depends entirely on supplies from other worlds.

Barabas Dantioch and Alexis Pollux discovered this planet and brought here the city planning unique to the Iron Warriors and the welfare measures and regulations common to the Ultramarines.

After Perturabo obtained a temporary authorization letter from the Lord of Macragge for them, construction has begun.

On the flat land between the sea and the inland, the city of Sotopolis is rising from the ground, with seventeen concrete streets spreading out in the open space, and the soil reserved for wheat fields facing the unfinished construction site across the public station. The Ultramarines' fortress will be built outside the city and on the track, and shuttles will travel back and forth between the mountains and the spaceport on the ocean. With the servitors working without rest, rail transportation will bypass the city or travel between the city and the fields, free for anyone to ride.

Within a year, Robert Guilliman will divide 900 families of immigrants to go here and reproduce in this beautiful environment.

And behind Sotopolis, Mount Pharos suddenly appeared with its lush green forests and rocky cliffs on the top of the mountain.

This twelve-kilometer-long basalt mountain is so tall that it is out of place. Several regular holes appear on the surface of the mountain. The rocks at the entrance of the hole surprisingly transition from dark gray to transparent black stone like glass, like the holes of a flute, waiting to be awakened and played music by the power that can blow the entire Mount Pharos at the right time.

Mors walked up Mount Pharos. Out of some caution, he did not use the power of psychic energy as usual - in fact, between these dark rocks, he felt that the tide of the warp was being directed and suppressed in a certain way.

"These black stones are older than the rocks outside." Perturabo, or a "iron ring" of Perturabo, said Mors was quite curious about why Perturabo named it this way. "But there is no sign of weathering. The integrity of the rock violates the laws of nature."

Mors knocked a crack on the surface of the black stone with a golden rune and stared at its changes.

"Self-healing ability." Perturabo whispered, feeling that his voice seemed to be absorbed by these dark stones.

"This is a mountain that can transmit information and images across countless light years." Morse said, "No matter how many wonders there are, they should not be unexpected. Let's go, the two space warriors are waiting for you at the top of the mountain."

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