Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Intuition is something that transcends reason and arithmetic logic and only exists in a special kind of perception. Perturabo disdained this so-called intuition, but now every cell in his body was telling him not to mess with that woman.

In the intense sense of crisis, Perturabo calmed down. He watched Odemair close the window again and asked Lin Fan.

"who is she."

"A scientist from the Golden Age, your talent limiter was made by her."

Perturabo's eyes lit up. Among the many brothers, no one shared his crazy fascination with the golden age. He spent sleepless nights reading books in the library of the Royal Palace of Terra. He collected the relics of the Golden Age in every world the Legion touched in order to understand the fragments of that glorious era.

But now that a Golden Age scientist was upstairs, how could it not thrill Perturabo.

"Really?"

"I swear, if what I say is even remotely false, the Emperor and the other four gods will die."

"...This is indeed a poisonous oath." Perturabo was surprised by Lin Fan's unbridled speech. He excitedly climbed onto the building, moving like a spider on the vertical wall, until he reached Odemeyer's window. The front end crashed in.

Lin Fan looked at Perturabo and prayed for his recklessness, because the next moment Odemeyer's 110-probability heavy artillery bombarded Perturabo, and a dark charred mass fell to the ground.

"Okay, there's nothing going on here. You can disperse."

Lin Fan skillfully gave the seriously injured Perturabo a mouthful of old soup and carried him into the house.

A few days later, Perturabo woke up from the coma again. This time, his mood was much calmer, and there was no doubt or excitement like the first time he woke up.

"I want to be her assistant." This was the first thing Perturabo said when he woke up.

"Huh? He wants to be my assistant? I don't want idiots." This was Odemeyer's reaction after hearing the news. At this time, she was already on the verge of sleep-deprived rage. Lin Fan dared to go in at all costs. Laboratory.

"She is very busy now and has no time to talk to you."

Lin Fan sat in front of Perturabo and watched him carving a piece of wood. There were fallen wood chips on the ground, and various parts made of wood on the table. It looked like he was trying to assemble something.

Perturabo remained silent and ignored Lin Fan. At this time, Lin Fan couldn't figure out what was going on in Perturabo's mind. He could only sigh and tell him that if you have nothing to do, you can go out for a walk. As long as you don't hurt others, no one will care about you. of.

When Lin Fan was about to close the door, Perturabo finally spoke.

"why?"

"what why?"

"I am a traitor, a butcher. You should kill me instead of letting me breathe in the world. I believe many people in the empire long for my death."

Yes, the child needs psychological counseling, a good start. Malcador had once discussed with the Emperor the disadvantage of all Primarchs being male, and that a gang composed of all big men was prone to conflicts, leading to violent physical collisions.

Malcador suggested that the Emperor should make several female Primarchs, as older and younger sisters, to help the relationship between the Primarchs become less tense.

The Emperor said that this was impossible, and Mr. Malcador left it alone.

Later, Mr. Malcador also wanted to find some psychologists for the recovered Primarchs, but the characters of these Primarchs were not abstract enough. Primarchs with psychological problems would not even receive psychological treatment. They cannot accept any flaws in their character.

So now I'm a psychiatrist? Ha ha! Maybe this planet can become a sanatorium for the Primarchs in the future. After all, I know all their dark history and am not afraid of their threats.

Who can do anything wrong in front of his professional counterpart, a doctor?

The more Lin Fan thought about it, the happier he became. He turned his stool and sat back in front of Perturabo.

"From a rational point of view, the death of the Primarch is meaningless. You will be resurrected elsewhere in the warp."

"It sounds terrible. It's like a kind of torture that will never end... Are Horus, Sanguinius, Faenus, and Curze still alive?"

"Horus must be dead. He was completely wiped out by the Emperor. God knows how he did it. Sanguinius, who knows, maybe alive or dead, at least Slaanesh is not I know. Faenus may be working in the Legion of the Curse, but Curze has no news at all."

"It sounds like you have a good relationship with Slaanesh? Are you her chosen one? Like Lucius and Fulgrim."

"It's better than you think, Slaanesh is my wife."

The assembled wooden parts clattered to the ground. Perturabo sighed heavily. He picked up all the parts on the ground and looked at Lin Fan with cold eyes.

"I don't like joking."

"I'm not kidding. If what I said was even a little bit false, the Emperor and the other four gods would..."

Perturabo covered Lin Fan's mouth with his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose with his other hand. He began to think about why he was chatting with this ungrateful boy, and why the relationship between them seemed so ridiculous and funny.

"Go on." Perturabo put down his hands as if resigned to his fate and continued to assemble the wooden parts in his hands.

"Enough talking about rationality, let's talk from an emotional point of view. The Emperor doesn't want any of his children to suffer. I know that he is indeed a bastard father, but this father is just too clumsy and the responsibility he bears is too heavy. You You can say that the emperor is evil, you can also despise him, but the break between father and son is really not something he intentionally made."

"Just like you are gradually becoming numb during the battle, the battle situation commanded and controlled by the Emperor is much bigger than yours. All the regiments under his command vigorously launched the Great Crusade and recovered more than one million people in 200 years. In the world, there are so many things to deal with every day, and there are so many reports to watch. He was numb much earlier than you, but he knew that this was a step in taking on the role of human rejuvenation."

"There are also your brothers, such as Guilliman and Dorn, whom you hate the most. I will choose these two people to tell you about. When the news of your rebellion came, Dorn was very sad, but you know that he He would never show it. He lamented that if the Imperial Palace was defended by both the Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors, the outcome of the rebellion could only be that Horus's army was exhausted under the walls of Terra."

"In the secret room of the palace, Dorn did not smash your statue, but covered it with a piece of white cloth. Guilliman also set up a table in Macragge big enough to seat 21 people. He has been looking forward to it A day when all the brothers will be reunited with the Emperor."

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