"He's faster."
Rogal Dorn spoke seriously, his voice echoing in the room. It also caught the attention of another man, who looked up from writing and began to listen to his brother's words.
Facing his brother's gaze, Rogal Dorn began to speak slowly.
"The weapons of those gangs are by no means crude homemade firearms - maybe some of them are such weapons, but we have all seen laser guns and automatic guns... The technology left over from long ago is still being used They use it and it still works.”
"He has no power armor and no weapons. How can he do this just by himself?"
The rock-like giant slowly shook his head, and for the first time, his resolute face showed some emotions that were too complex to be interpreted.
"...It's terrible," he said slowly.
"horrible?"
Fulgrim raised an eyebrow. "Where do you start talking about this, brother? He is doing a just act. Doesn't the death of those scum please you?"
"I'm not saying his behavior was horrific."
"Then what are you talking about?"
"The determination behind his actions."
The wrinkles between Rogal Dorn's brows began to become deeper and deeper. Although they had appeared so many times that this expression had almost become a symbol of him, his seriousness at this moment still made Fulgrim straighten up. waist.
"... Khalil Lohars has an almost paranoid sense of morality."
Fulgrim nodded, agreeing.
"He did not take the belongings of the deceased, did not desecrate the corpse to vent his anger, and even refused to invest excitement or pleasure in his killing. This is what Ferus and I observed, and Conrad's account was more detailed. "
"From his words, we can find that Khalil Lohars is not just paranoid, he is also extremely sensitive."
"The suffering and numbness of the people at the bottom made him feel painful-remember Conrad said that he once cried when telling the story? If a person is not noble, it is impossible for him to do such a behavior... And now he is..."
Dawn sighed deeply.
"Kill to stop killing," he said lowly. "The stupidest and most effective way."
"......I do not understand."
Fulgrim frowned deeply. At this moment, he actually looked a bit like Dorn.
"In my opinion, all the gangs and nobles on Nostramo deserve to die. As long as they die, the rest of the matter will be solved very easily. And what he is doing now is undoubtedly the right thing. Why do you So pessimistic, Roger?”
"Because of the people who did it."
Dawn shook his head. "I've seen a lot of bigoted people, man... and they end up either being driven crazy by the bigotry or they have to learn to live with it and get twisted by it."
"The past molds character, and character molds everything, Fulgrim. Your past is too glorious. You regained your world peacefully, so you don't understand what real blood looks like."
"I have experienced no less battles than you since my return!" The Chemos man crossed his hands angrily. This was not the first time that he was angered by Rogal Dorn's words.
"Battles are also divided into types and levels."
'Panshi' looked at the projected map with a very serious expression.
"Sometimes, you just need to issue a few orders behind the front, and artillery and bombing can solve everything. But sometimes, war forces you to see the cruelest and darkest side of human nature..."
"I've seen it many times, and every time, it gives me chills. And now, Khalil Lohars, is facing it."
He raised his hand, pointed at the fast-moving red dot, and shook his head slowly again.
Fulgrim couldn't help but sigh - Rogal Dorn is always like this, he always has a way to convince you from his perspective and in his unique tone, no matter how ugly or infuriating the words are... ....
But Fulgrim respected him.
He respected him—not because Dorne was his brother, not because of Dorne's merits. He respected Donne because Donne was almost always right. The reflection after every quarrel can prove this.
But what does it cost to always be upright, to always be right, bro?
Staring at the giant with short gray-white hair, Fulgrim chose to change the subject.
"Would you like to guess where Ferus is now, Rogge?" He asked in a deliberately frivolous tone.
"Where else could he be? After you arrived, he left with that exquisite box. Considering that you are teaching Conrad every day, it is not difficult for me to guess that he took advantage of this time to teach Conrad. Ladd sent a gift.”
"You are really smart." Fulgrim said angrily.
You've finished talking, what did I say?
"I'm not smart," Dawn replied seriously. "I'm just analytical and calculating, that's all."
"...Well, anyway - well, I really don't know how to talk to you."
The Chemos man buried his head in frustration and continued writing in his notes.
But - it didn't last long.
A little giant wearing purple-gold armor walked in. He was much shorter than the two Primarchs, but this did not hinder his prowess. Fulgrim turned his head and smiled happily.
"Acudona!" he called affectionately. "What brought you here? Didn't I tell you to take a good rest?"
"...Primarch." The man known as Akudona pursed his lips. "And the honorable Lord Dorne——"
Donne nodded slowly to show his respect. Akudona deserves it.
Fulgrim frowned.
"——What's wrong?" he asked, his tone already changing. "You don't see that expression very often."
"...The Imperial Guards are on the move." Acudona said dryly. "fully armed."
Fulgrim stood up abruptly.
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"Good evening, Conrad."
Ferus chose to use this sentence as his opening remarks - he had rehearsed it many times in his heart, but Ferus finally decided to use this simple sentence as a greeting.
It is simple, direct, and does not lose attitude and etiquette.
"Ferrus!" Conrad smiled, stepping aside to allow his brother to enter the room.
There was a sense of intimacy and trust in his tone, and realizing this actually made Ferus a little embarrassed.
Iron Hand frowned in annoyance - What's the matter with you?
"Ferrus?"
"...You work very hard, Conrad." Ferus changed the subject. "So many notes? Did Fulgrim deliberately leave you with too much homework?"
"What? No, of course not!"
Konrad Curze was startled by his words - after all, Ferrus Manus's tone became very cold at this moment, and he even suspected that they were going to fight over this.
The pale giant quickly explained: "I just borrowed a few books and wrote some more notes! This has nothing to do with Fulgen!"
Ferus raised his eyebrows, and he noticed that the pendant that Conrad Curze had thrown away was now back around his neck.
"......That's good."
Ferus nodded. "Anyway, I'm here to give you a knife."
He took out his right hand from behind his back, and the exquisite black wooden box immediately attracted Coz's attention.
Only at this time did he behave somewhat appropriately for his age. Ferus chuckled with satisfaction, put the wooden box into his hand, and then strolled to Curze's desk.
"Do you mind if I take a look?" he asked with his hands behind his back.
"Of course... no..." Conrad Coates replied desperately.
Ferrus Manus smiled—although his back was turned to his brother, so that no one could see him, but he did smile.
Lowering his head, Iron Hand began to look through the notes. He moved very carefully, and every time he picked up the paper, he treated it as gently as if it were a treasure - in fact, he did treat these papers full of words as treasures.
These papers record the rapid maturation process of a soul, a heart thirsty for knowledge, and his kindness.
Ferus almost sighed - Khalil Lohars, how did you protect him so well?
He couldn't help but ask himself this question and put himself in his shoes. After a few minutes, he had to give up the idea.
I can't do this. Ferus thought calmly. There was no way I could have done it, there was no way I could have made Conrad Coates what he is today, in fact, if I ended up here...
He sighed.
...I wouldn't be who I am, I would be anyone but Ferrus Manus.
The change of environment on people is so subtle and so huge. Ferus couldn't help but begin to imagine a world where they had never been separated. The faces of the brothers shone in his heart, and everyone's eyes were so vibrant...
Yes, even though Ferrus Manus was not a good talker and wasn't particularly keen on being on good terms with his brothers, he loved them.
"Ferrus?"
Conrad Coze's voice came from behind him, and Iron Hand turned around with a hidden smile, seeing a face that was still full of surprise and happiness.
"Thank you!" the pale giant said cheerfully, and at the same time raised the blade in his hand. It fit obediently into his palm, as naturally as if it was born to be there.
The pearly white gem shines on the jet black leather handle, complementing the silver of the blade. It's beautiful, and it's deadly.
Ferus couldn't help but start to thank Fulgrim again - he knew very well that if he came, he would never be able to make it so perfect.
"No need to thank me." Iron Hand smiled and nodded. "It's just a small favor..."
He smiled, and so did Conrad Coates—it was a warm moment, but everything was shattered by a sharp knock on the door.
A voice sounded outside the door, it was Fulgrim.
"Ferrus, Conrad! Come out quickly!" he called urgently. "quick!"
Curze turned his head blankly, then back again.
"What's the matter, Ferrus?" he asked.
Ferrus Manus did not answer, but slowly narrowed his eyes.
I also want to know what's wrong.
He went to the door.
