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

"The pharmacists of our chapter have received training as mechanical monks. As for what they were taught...I don't know."

Hope didn't know what Perturabo was angry about, so he had to honestly confide everything to him.

Perturabo suppressed his anger and called Lin Fan. He had to get an explanation.

"What? You mean surgery?" Lin Fan's voice came from the other end, but it sounded like Lin Fan was swimming somewhere, and the sound of water reached Perturabo's ears. "Wait a moment while I clean up the dimensional beasts in this icehouse. Bashar! Let the Contemptors shoot at them fearlessly. Why do you raise so many carnivorous fish?!"

The hissing sound of dissolving and steaming, and the roar of wild beasts. Perturabo waited for Lin Fan to finish dealing with the dimensional beast and handed the spray can in his hand to Hope.

Perturabo dismantled an operating table and assembled it into a chair. He sat on the chair and motioned for Hope to spray his scalp.

The cold feeling made Perturabo surprisingly patient. After listening to the noisy melee for more than ten minutes, Perturabo finally heard Lin Fan's voice.

"Grind those dimensional beasts into powder and send them to Ifreni. I still owe the Spirit Bone Master maintenance fees. And don't use ice to suppress your Contemptor Fearless! How much does it cost to go to Ifreni? Go to a stagnant position!"

After coughing a few times, Lin Fan lowered his voice and spoke to Perturabo.

"Let me think about the surgery question you just asked. The empire has lost a lot of technology these days, and gene seed surgery is one of them. Some large war groups can still save some records, such as the Lamenters. For a battle group that is always on the verge of annihilation, it’s pretty good that their pharmacist can still perform surgery.”

"...So the other chapters are like this too? What about the Lion's First Legion? What are their trials?"

"Uh... do genetic surgery without anesthesia? If it hurts so much, just replace it with another one. But I think fierce people live until the eve of the operation, so it's probably not necessary to use anesthesia or not."

Perturabo fell into silence, and Lin Fan didn't know what to say. The beeping sound reached Lin Fan's ears, and Perturabo interrupted the communication. He looked at Hope helplessly.

"...They have so many black technologies...but now they can't even use anesthetics...silly boy...come here."

Hope obeyed and took a few steps closer. Even if Perturabo was sitting, he would be a head shorter than Perturabo.

Perturabo put his hand on Hope's shoulder and put on a rare smile. If the Lion King were here, he would definitely be able to see that this smiling face was exactly the same as when Perturabo deceived the general's cannon from him.

Looking at the excited Hope, Perturabo was like a good uncle telling children about life development. He stretched out his hand and cut through the air, retracting his fingers one by one into a fist before retracting his chest.

"Are you interested in learning the complete operation? You can give the war group a new lease of life, and even become an extremely powerful legion."

"This...but we are on the Atonement Expedition, and the High Lord ordered us not to replenish our troops during the expedition..."

"Oh! Forget about those stupid high lords!" Perturabo scolded disdainfully, "The current empire is a stupid country, you know?"

Hope's face did not change, but Perturabo could see the confusion in the chapter leader's heart from his eyes.

"Are you very angry, right? Angry that the empire treats you so unfairly? Angry at the discrimination of those high lords? Angry at the ugly faces of those superior nobles who oppress the people?"

The corners of Perturabo's mouth curved, and he used various examples to elicit the dissatisfaction in Hope's heart. These examples are so vivid and real that they don't seem to be made up at all, simply because these examples are what Perturabo saw and heard during the Great Crusade.

"Fighters should get honors. Even if there is no honor, they should also get a thank you, right? But look, mortals shed tears for your sacrifices, and those fat-headed and big-eared people in power only know how to be wary of you. They think you They are the cursed ones, but are you?"

"We are not!" Hope said bitterly through gritted teeth, bursts of anger welling up in his heart. As the leader of the Chapter, he understood the unfortunate history of the Weeper far better than anyone in the Chapter.

Perturabo was very satisfied with Hope's reaction. He stood up, put his big hands on Hope's shoulders, and took him to walk through the empty gene seed warehouse.

"Look at these petri dishes! They are empty. Of course, you should hate the aliens who looted this place, but shouldn't the high lords be opposed? If it weren't for their obstruction, you could have turned those seeds into combat power, so Your battle group will have enough troops to defend, instead of ending up like this, one..." Perturabo wanted to say that he was an unlicensed black doctor, but he still didn't want to ruin the inducement atmosphere, so he hurriedly changed his words, "A well-trained doctor was brutally murdered..."

Hope became more and more angry, his teeth clenched, and his fists clenched together, causing sparks to rub out from the metal gloves.

As soon as Perturabo saw Hope's appearance, he knew that he had seduced the resentment in the chapter leader's heart. He held Hope with his hand and made it face him. Their eyes met, and Perturabo's eyes shone brightly.

"We should rebuild the Chapter! No, even rebuild the Legion! A Legion that can carry out the true will of the Emperor! We must kill all the trash on Terra who are using the Emperor's name to do things like pigs and dogs, and give the Empire back a The universe is bright and clear.”

"This...but..." Hope looked hesitant, but for Perturabo, it would be a problem if he didn't hesitate.

"It's nothing. The emperor has given us a sacred mission, but didn't you hear that besides the words, there is another mission waiting for us to fulfill?"

"One more mission?"

"That's right! We not only want to help the Death Army, but also secretly clean up the corruption of the current empire for the emperor. Before he left, he looked at you with extremely expectant eyes. Those eyes were so full of meaning that only a wise man can I can feel it.”

Hope listened to Perturabo's words. He recalled the scene when the Emperor appeared, the Emperor's eyes... He did not dare to look at the Emperor's face. He was afraid that he would lose his composure under the Emperor's divine light.

Maybe it was just like what the elder said, the Emperor had secretly given them a new mission and task, but they were too stupid to understand the Emperor's true meaning.

"I hope my uncle can teach me! I will give everything to the emperor's will!"

"Very good... The task the Emperor has given us is to build a new empire, a new empire that truly implements his will. I would like to call it the Second Empire."

Just as Perturabo said these words, Guilliman, who was lying dead on Macragge, suddenly moved his fingers.