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

Second Empire.

It must be said that this word made Hope go from full of enthusiasm to calm thinking in just a moment. Hope considered the words and carefully asked Perturabo about the details of the Second Empire.

"We need to build a completely different government from Terra. At least the Space Marines can participate in politics."

"Yes."

"We are going to stop paying taxes to Terra and leave all the resources for construction?"

"exactly."

"Finally, we have to sign a huge army, enough to compete with the empire?"

"You're on your way now, silly boy."

"This sounds like the Second Badab War..."

Perturabo was very dissatisfied with Hope's unreasonable association. He explained to Hope why the Second Empire and the Badab War were fundamentally different.

"You have not received any permission to stand on your own. The high lord has ignored your reports time and time again. But the Second Empire is different. This is the emperor's tacit approval. The entire country exists under the emperor's will."

"What about the High Lords of Terra? Aren't they the executors of the Emperor's will?"

"Them? Their group of ordinary people are completely unable to understand the revelations sent by the emperor. Only the truly smart guys can get the real answers from the emperor's revelations."

Seeing that Hope still didn't believe it, Perturabo decided to do some ideological work for Hope.

"Does being kind to mortals carry out the Emperor's will?"

Facing this question, Hope nodded firmly. This was the biggest reason for their war group to fight in the dark universe, to protect the weak and those who had been harmed.

"Very good, then think about it, has the current empire achieved this?"

Although he wanted to say something good for the empire, it was difficult for Hope to truly express his heartfelt approval of the current situation of the empire. Perturabo looked at Hope, who looked ugly, and struck while the iron was hot, asking questions one after another.

"Not to mention those worlds in war, those worlds in peace, do they show any compassion for the weak? Is there a poor person who cannot afford to eat on every planet, and a handful of people standing on the ground? Decaying nobles in a splendid palace?”

"And those other Space Marines, how do they treat mortals? Are they indifferent and arrogant? How ridiculous they are. They are the products of mortals undergoing surgery. After gaining power, they despise the vulgarity and weakness of mortals. ..”

"Aren't you like that?" Hope boldly asked Perturabo. He always felt that the second half of Perturabo's sentence was about himself. Although he had never gotten along with Perturabo, Peturabo Labo's every move and gesture showed astonishing arrogance.

Perturabo was a little embarrassed, but more of annoyance at being exposed. He restrained his emotions and looked gentle, "Of course I am a good person, do you want to question an elder with rich life experience? I thought your war group would have taught you to respect the advice of veterans."

A somewhat disappointed Perturabo sighed. He showed disappointment in Hope's questioning. The sad look in his eyes made Hope feel remorseful and guilty.

Maybe he just participated in too many battles, developed some quirks, or his mind is occasionally not clear. Just like Chiron in Dreadnought, he always thought that he was the last survivor of the Weeper Chapter.

"Other chapters... Although we respect their traditions and culture, sometimes I really wonder... why those of us who fight to the death for mortals and treat mortals with equal etiquette are labeled as weak Hat... Is that what a Space Marine is supposed to do to make mortals feel fearful respect for us? I've wondered this question for a long time... but no one listened, and no one answered me."

Hope was a little sentimental, and Perturabo's hand around his shoulder nodded a few times, indicating that he could continue to express his doubts and confusion.

"Some war groups have disdain for mortals, and will even gouge out the eyes of those who look directly at their faces. Many mortals are packed and tied up like livestock and sent to the warehouse of the battleship. There are also some planets where they serve as a certain The recruiting grounds for these war groups will deliberately maintain bloody and cruel wars. One warlord after another, with the acquiescence of the Space Marines, will continue the attrition war... I know this is necessary to fight against Chaos and the aliens. Evil...but I still can't accept such behavior, which spreads so openly throughout the empire, and most people think this is a natural behavior..."

"This is it! This is why we build the Second Imperium! The First Imperium has been separated from the Emperor's revelations for too long. In their ignorance, they have allowed the Emperor's legacy to become an indescribable corpse of decay. . The Second Empire we build will be better! It will avoid the wrong things done by the First Empire and continue to develop prosperously in accordance with the Emperor's wishes! When the time comes, we will go to the cruel ruins of the First Empire and put the suffering The suffering people took back the Second Reich and realized our ideals.”

"Really?" Hope's eyes were bright, and he felt his body getting hot with excitement. He was moved by the beautiful vision described by Perturabo.

"That's right, kid. This plan has already begun to be implemented. Deep in the galaxy you have never been to, a brand new world is growing rapidly. A deep space creation that is dozens or even hundreds of times larger than the Mother of Tears battleship. Patrolling the galaxy, watching out for incoming enemies." Perturabo also became excited, and he described all the ideas in his mind to Hope.

Both the Emperor and his brothers had long considered him skilled in warfare. But who would have thought that among the architectural complexes in Olympia, Perturabo's most conceived ideas were facilities for people's livelihood.

City planning, factory construction, and ideas for government construction. In terms of his ability to manage a planet or even a star region, Perturabo was no weaker than Guilliman. It's just that he never had this opportunity.

Two guys who were frustrated in the empire were particularly talkative at this time. One complained about the oppression and exploitation of mortals by the empire's barbaric administration, and the other took out drawings to show Hope how he would solve these problems. question.

For a long time, Hope knelt down on one knee towards Perturabo. With tears in his eyes, he swore an oath to Perturabo.

Perturabo nodded with satisfaction, "But before that, you still need to learn under me. We will turn the Weeper Chapter into an iron army."

The Necrontyr imprisoned the Star Gods, and the humans imprisoned the Star Gods (but the one the Emperor shot was still in pieces)