Chapter 366 A Long Letter

Perturabo pressed an invisible button on the iron table with his finger, causing a tabletop baffle containing several pen knives to move to the side. He took out a pen knife from it and opened the letter sent by Morse along the edge.

It was already 846, and the battle with the Hruds was completely over. The lost warriors were able to return to the fleet. After several blood relatives who came to assist in the battle said goodbye to him, the Lord of Iron could be regarded as having a real short break.

He left the Iron Blood command room where he had been entrenched for several months and returned to the much more comfortable office in the core ring of the Iron Wyrm. He found a thick and long letter with golden runes on the table and opened it and read it slowly.

In the second half of the Satrada Abyss Campaign, considering the intensity of military operations and his own extraordinary busyness, Perturabo had to write directly to Morse, who shared his travel experiences from time to time, at the beginning of a certain letter, that if there was no urgent matter, he should not send too many letters.

Morse sent a short note, indicating that his voyage was smooth and he was about to arrive at the next target location.

Then, he pretended to say a few words, saying that he didn't expect that not long after he left the Iron Warriors Fleet, Perturabo had already begun to dislike the frequent correspondence between the two, which made him very unhappy. Therefore, he would not send the next long letter describing his experiences until all the things at the next target were settled.

"When this letter is delivered to you, your war should have ended long ago. I won't say much, after all, I was not there the whole time. Let's get straight to the point.

"I applied to the Eighth Fleet for a drop capsule so that I can enter the atmosphere of Chogoris in a more normal way. Although landing in Baal is simpler, it is relatively too difficult to understand. I don't want to do something uncommon every day like your father.

"Chogoris is different from any place you have ever seen. The people here use a phonetic script, but the spelling rules are relatively complicated. Different consonants need to be added to indicate the tone. There are also some symbols used exclusively at the beginning, end of sentence, end of chapter, etc. This letter will probably be very thick, because after I finish writing the text, I will rewrite it in the local language for you to learn by comparison.

"After landing, I found the power of the Primarch. His name is Chagatai Khan-this is essentially a title, and you can use it as a name.

"He was born among the nomads of the grasslands, and his position is naturally opposed to the local ruler Paladin. He has successfully established prestige among the grassland tribes. He is now recruiting warriors from the grasslands as light cavalry, and a few psychics are Zaydin Arga, writing Storm Prophets in Gothic, to assist in psychic warfare.

"I recently told the stories of other Primarchs to the local people in the form of oral legends. They are very interested in these legendary stories in the galaxy, and I think their respect for the Primarch is likely to remain at a level that is not excessive.

"As for Jaghatai Khan, he spoke highly of you in the story and said he was willing to hear more related anecdotes.

"I don't need to worry about the war in Chogoris, the army trained by Jaghatai himself is enough to destroy all obstacles. I temporarily assumed one of the duties that Malcador performed in the Terra Palace, that is, to explain the size, system, military strength, principles and policies of the Empire to the newly returned Primarch.

"It is worth mentioning that he asked me directly, which category is the Emperor between God and man. I told him that at least it is still the latter.

"After I shared the story of the lost Primarch with the Khan, he immediately suspected that I was joking with him, because he couldn't understand why the special project that was highly expected would be destroyed so carelessly.

"I only have suspicions about what Erda did, but no evidence, so I just hinted that someone must have interfered. It was interesting that your brother sneered at me.

"I shared the mystery of the Imperial Truth with him in the standard Imperial propaganda method, emphasizing the importance of real physics. He warmly invited me to watch the spectacle on the battlefield the next time the shaman summoned wind and thunder to destroy the city.

"Except for Mortarion, many of your Primarchs are convinced that the Emperor's Truth is just a stopgap measure, but there is probably no one else who reacts as fiercely as Chagatai and speaks as sharply as him - Conrad doesn't count, he is one level higher than the level of believing that the Imperial Truth is false.

"I quoted the words of the Sigillite, ignorance is harmless. The Imperial Truth is just a protective lie, and humans cannot be ready to face the truth when the afterglow of the old night has not yet faded.

"The Khan scoffed. He said this was a variation of what the Palatine Empire did to its slaves. In Chogoris, the Palatine Empire told its slaves that when the time came, they would be free; but the time was always too early. A lie is always a lie until it is ignited by anger and burns.

"I told him that I thought he was right, but I was not the emperor or the regent, and the effect of speaking to me was almost the same as speaking to the air. This made him laugh so hard that he turned around and asked me if I really had no blood wine to drink. I'm afraid that one-third of his curiosity about the empire came from the glass of wine that he saw but could not taste.

"Since the Emperor's envoys have arrived in Chogoris, the Emperor's personal visit is just around the corner. Chagatai Khan accelerated the pace of the expedition, which was mostly out of a worry that he would be ordered by the Emperor to return to Terra before the Chogoris crisis was resolved. Objectively speaking, with the surrender of Mortarion, the Lord of Death, as an example, the Emperor is probably unlikely to do such a stupid thing again. But everything is just a matter of chance.

"There is no need to list the next battles one by one. In addition, the psychic dispatch here is affected by the natural environment of the planet, and the emphasis on natural forces is also a feature of the battlefield. I don't know what Magnus thinks of this level of psychic use.

"Since I have nothing to do now, I'll just write to you about the customs and customs of Chogoris, and you can read it as a travelogue..."

Reading this, Perturabo raised his head for a moment and took a look at the environmental detection values ​​displayed on the Thinker. It was still the familiar contradiction and chaos. This means that the Iron Warriors fleet is continuing to travel through the Warp, following the guidance of the Astronomican, back to Terra.

According to the news sent by Magnus - the smaller Magnus, whose existence Mortarion has never known: this time, more than one army of the Fourth Legion was recalled by the Emperor's secret order and returned to Terra.

To be more precise, the Emperor's edict sent to Perturabo's desk was not actually a mandatory task, but a letter of suggestion. First, it asked about the overall situation of the Iron Warriors after the Battle of Hrud, and then asked whether they had the energy to devote to new tasks in the near future. In short, there is no need to force it.

It was this rare attitude that made Perturabo determined to return to Terra immediately to meet the Emperor in person and understand the situation.