Chapter 373 Magnus's Visit

In Perturabo's Terra workshop, due to the high price of natural wood in the Throne World, it is probably the most expensive in the entire galaxy. The tables, chairs, wooden frames, etc. that were originally made of wood in Olympia are basically replaced with steel and covered with wood paint.

The surrounding paintings are also based on local characteristics, from the blue sky of Olympia, running water wheels and fruit farmers picking olives, to the steel city under the neon lights of the hive at night, factory chimneys with gray and black poisonous gas, and drainage channels with high concentrations of chemicals.

The former is mainly oil paintings, while the latter are mostly pencil sketches of the Iron Lord when he is unhappy. The common feature of the two is that they focus on realism. Obviously, Perturabo often casts his eyes through the windows of the workshop to the environment he is in.

Morse listened to the sounds in the air: "The soundproofing here is good, and I can't hear the movement below."

"I can hear some, but it should be inaudible to mortals," Perturabo corrected, while searching for something on his desks.

From time to time, he lifted a stone statue covered with dust cloth, or moved some layers of parchment, and flipped back and forth carelessly those military design drawings that were drawn with the most simple paper and pen, which were the most cutting-edge technology of the entire human empire.

The moment these designs were drawn, they were stored in one of the world's largest and most reliable databases, that is, Perturabo's brain.

"What do you think of the Word Bearers?" Morse asked, and when he couldn't find a chair that he could make in the room, he pulled one out of the air.

"Opinion?" Perturabo paused for a moment. "No, I have nothing to say."

"It doesn't matter, Iron Lord. Even if you were on Terra, the Emperor would not come thousands of miles away to listen to what you have to say." Morse smiled and made dangerous persuasion.

Perturabo seemed to have found what he needed. He took a blueprint and wrapped it up, held it in his hand, and then sat down on the iron chair opposite Morse.

"I can see the same pious expression on the faces of mortals on many worlds conquered by the Empire. They believe in a series of self-consistent doctrines, have their own rituals and prayers.

"I don't allow the Iron Warriors to do this. I need my warriors to place their spiritual sustenance on more reliable and more practical matters, but I allow fragile individuals to seek refuge in religion to obtain the power they cannot get."

He opened the blueprint, looked at the contents, and continued: "But the Word Bearers are an army, a legion of Astartes warriors, commanded by the Emperor, with the unification of mankind as their mission. They should not indulge themselves in a few scriptures like some people who are still in the early stages of social development. "

"But the most unfortunate thing is that what they do is beneficial to the expedition from the perspective of the Empire. So the Emperor tolerated the Word Bearers to come to his throne world to open a charity hospital."

Morse smiled, put his hand on the armrest of the chair and tapped it gently, "Ten minutes ago I asked Malcador if the Emperor knew about this, and reminded Malcador not to use vague terms such as "he doesn't know" to fool around, or "he knows everything" to further prove that he is Him. "

"The Emperor knows." Perturabo sighed.

"Of course," Morse shrugged, "The Word Bearers arrived on Terra two weeks earlier than the Iron Warriors, almost at the same time as Corvus Corax; three days after they entered Terra, they quickly ran to various underground nests to give alms - in a sense, it was also a supply of the plundered property to the place where the Emperor walked on earth. "

"Next is our turn, while the Space Wolves and Lion El'Jonson will be a little slower, and may return at about the same time as the Luna Wolves."

"After that, we will meet the Emperor together at the Terra Palace." Perturabo said, recalling the information sent by the Terra ground command, the unknown situation made the Iron Lord feel a rare uneasiness.

"Feeling tired?" Morse asked. "You just finished a big war."

"And you took a few months' vacation in Chogoris, Morse." Perturabo said, "Steel is not so easily tired, and military affairs are the top priority."

"That's good, so, I mean, so can you wake up Magnus? "Morse changed the subject and pointed his eyes at the paper package in Perturabo's hand.

Perturabo shook his head helplessly, took the small Magnus out of the paper roll and placed it in his palm.

The moment the Primarch's skin touched the small Magnus, the latter was successfully activated, stood up from Perturabo's hand, shook his head in confusion, and his eyes became clear.

Obviously, Magnus added an additional trigger mechanism to his outer body.

"Hey, Perturabo," Magnus said happily, until he saw Morse, his smile suddenly became awkward, "and, hi, wizard."

"Did you learn this name from Mortarion?" Morse asked.

"No, hello, craftsman!" Magnus quickly changed his words with regret, "From a theoretical logic point of view, a limited period of getting along will not make Mortarion's numerology and its related derivative theories affect my inherent thinking mode and scientific mathematical methods... No, forget it. Hello, Morse..."

"Okay, I just want to know if there is anything you are going to hide from me and tell Perturabo in person." Morse said happily.

"I didn't hide it from you. I just wanted to introduce my new discovery to Perturabo in person. I didn't expect you to be here." Magnus jumped away from Perturabo's hand and ran to Perturabo's desk with his extraordinary jumping ability. "Give me a piece of paper and a pen." Perturabo took out a fountain pen from the hidden compartment on the side of the table and handed it to Magnus: "The paper is on your right." Magnus took out a blank piece of paper. Thanks to Perturabo's lack of ritual of using parchment for everything, most of the paper here is thin and light, suitable for Magnus's body shape.

He drew a geometrical circle-like figure on the paper at the fastest speed, and introduced: "You know, I have never understood how Mortarion could use a compass to calculate the location of the Terran Webway Gate. Even Konrad Curze's prophecy could not do this, right? "So after that, I tried to use the method in the article Mortarion submitted to me to reproduce his calculations - for this reason, I even published his article in our more useful conference journal..." "Then, although I don't understand why, I found that his mathematical logic is indeed desirable - limited to this calculation of the Webway Gate!" "Look, this is a reduced version of the Webway Map Galactic Overview recorded in the Purgatory Atlas given to us by the Emperor," Magnus said, pointing to the sketch he drew. "It is impossible to finish the complete version, but it is not necessary. I followed Mortarion's logic and conducted... well, I isolated statistically random clusters, selected favorable data from a large amount of data, and discarded the rest to derive statistical significance...

"Then, I really got this image that can be used almost directly as a rune."

He tapped the drawing on the table with a pen to emphasize, tapping hard at several turning points to attract the attention of Perturabo, who knew almost nothing about psychic power. "Look, this rune, do you think it is familiar?"

"Thutmons, your psychic prohibition rune. In Olympia, we used it to tear off a corner of..." Perturabo said. He saw Magnus draw so many pictures on the webway wall with his own eyes, and he could remember them even if he memorized them by rote.

"To be precise, it is the mutual interference of the super-real effects that isolate the inside and the outside. That is, let's imagine that after Conrad came back, he was so nagging, and we all knew the story of the Eldar isolating the Pantheon..." Magnus said, and excitement gradually rose on his small face, "If we can activate this rune on a galactic scale..."

"The Emperor was drained." Morse said. "Maybe not enough."

Magnus's expression darkened, and he sighed regretfully: "You are right, I just thought about it... Well, I just said that I finally figured out how Mortarion found the webway gate, because the Terra webway gate is at the core of this rune. As long as it is verified according to mathematical laws, it can be easily known that there must be something there."

"There are millions of webways, or perhaps more," Morse said, "I believe that any kind of rune can be combined under such a huge basic number."

"Anyway, I got the answer: Yizhi, Mortarion just happened to bump into this rune, maybe he saw it on the wall of my room, and then wrote it down..."

"Did you let him into your study?" Perturabo asked.

"I can't refuse you, my king! So I don't want to stay in Terra..." Magnus said angrily, "Goodbye, Perturabo!"

After that, Magnus's will was pulled out of the small Magnus and returned to the distant stars.

Perturabo found a shelf to put Magnus.

"I guess that's why he-he wasn't found by Mortarion, and why you brought me here." Mors shrugged. "He's always been here, not at Terra Palace. It seems that you and your companions have also started to create secrets behind my back, Perturabo."

Then, Mors heard a rare laugh. Considering the good soundproofing of this workshop, he believed that this chuckle could only come from one person.