Chapter 473 Sister and Brother

Perturabo listened to his sister's accusations and explanations. Before, he would listen to these words and turn his eyes to his father, thinking about how this mortal tried to prove that he was worthy of being his father.

But now, he just wanted to find a trace of redemption from these endless memories and get some different answers from his sister.

"I know how they slandered me, and I also remember how I used Plato's allegory of the cave to criticize their ignorance."

Perturabo tried to make his voice calm. He hoped that he could get along with his sister this time, and not end with hysterical anger like in the past experiments.

"You have been denying your divinity all the time, right? You are really stubborn."

Perturabo's sister turned her head away, unwilling to look at his face, and some tears slid down her cheeks and fell into the dust and ashes on the ground.

"Destiny is always determined by ourselves. There is no shadow that manipulates destiny." Perturabo didn't know how many times he said this to his sister, but his tone was different every time he repeated it. "We are born to atone for our sins in this despicable world."

"So you gave up your utopian ideals? Forgot the beautiful design you and I discussed on the summer night? After all this was shattered, your choice was to smash all imperfections with fierce artillery fire? You are so shameful."

"That's why I" Perturabo stopped. He wanted to say that he envied his father's offspring Andos, but the pride in his heart did not allow him to express his feelings like this.

Even if the person in front of him was a robot he made by himself to escape reality.

Andos. Perturabo recalled this mortal who impressed him deeply. As the true offspring of his adoptive father, he always thought that Andos was much better than him in private.

Although his talent was so mediocre, and any handmade work he made was thousands of times better than his limit, Perturabo still expressed deep envy for Andos's mediocrity.

Andos had a teacher, Andos made progress, Andos explored, Andos had curiosity and emotion, and Andos had passion.

And what about me?

When I was young, I could understand the other party's language in an instant, and my fighting skills were far superior to any old knight.

As long as I observe and explore objects, I can get the structure and properties of these materials. These talents are very convenient, especially convenient. But it is also a curse. These talents deprive me of the joy that I can get from learning as a human being.

The surprise of new things has never appeared in my heart, only pure deconstruction and analysis, which will always echo in my rational and indifferent brain.

It's really sad.

Andos spent his mediocre life, a life with progress and novelty. The short life of 90 years is not even as long as the casting time of the weapon in his hand, but Perturabo still envies his full and complete life.

Unlike himself, struggling in the endless war.

When he chose to kneel to the Emperor, he became the best shovel in the hands of the Emperor, and he did all the dirty work.

But when he chose to resist, he became the best shovel in the hands of Horus, and he did all the dirty work.

Perturabo was fed up with this kind of use.

If it weren't for this body, he also hoped that he could unload the unnecessary burden on his body, abandon the talents that tortured him, live as a mortal, and have a peaceful and quiet life.

As for utopia?

Forget about the bullshit utopia.

"I'm sorry." Perturabo spoke subconsciously in his memory, and then he realized the mistake in his words. He didn't explain why he prepared this apology.

"Why?" the sister asked, approaching Perturabo with two different meanings, "Apologize for the shattering of your ideal? It's too late."

This communication error and disconnection made Perturabo feel even more frustrated, because his momentary distraction caused a major error in the process of memory.

Do you want to make up for it?

It doesn't seem necessary.

"I thought he." Perturabo narrowed his eyes, showing deep disgust for the word "he", and then continued, "He can be the key and support for building ideals, just like the necessary titanium steel bars in quick concrete. But he failed my expectations. I tried my best to make dreams come true and let perfect things appear. But these perfect things cannot exist. The chaos of human nature has become a stumbling block to true order."

Speaking of this, Perturabo's emotions were already somewhat uncontrollable, and his solemn and tense face shattered, just like metal shattering under heavy pressure.

All the pain he suffered rushed into his heart in an instant, torturing his spirit.

The desire for encouragement and recognition.

The feeling of being abandoned that troubled him all his life.

He must suppress his bad feelings for the sake of the overall situation.

His father's disapproval, his brothers' rejection, the cruel trampling of his dreams by the wreckage of endless wars, the chaos and randomness of mortals, and the weakness and incompetence of his offspring.

These pains will turn into a tear falling from his stubborn face, but he can't cry for it, just like he didn't cry when his dream was shattered.

Life does not allow weakness.

"All this can be summed up in one sentence."

"You can't make your wish come true." Perturabo muttered to himself, without showing any weakness, but his sister, who knew him well, knew that this was just a forced cover-up.

His sister pointed out his weakness and melancholy, just like the choice of memories in the past.

"You are weak. Too strong and inflexible tree trunks will break in the wind. Only those trees that flutter with the wind can survive for a long time."

"But I am steel."

"You are not. You are a human. A person who cannot accept compromise, an angry child, who will release terror to the people around him when angry."

"That's because they don't understand! They don't understand what I have done for them! They should accept me! Accept rational order! Accept logic!"

"Without love and respect, people will not bow to you! Great rulers rule with people's blessings and love! Efficient rulers spur people forward with fear! But no ruler has ever achieved success by relying on indifference and disdain!"

Perturabo's sister coughed a little because of excitement. She took a break and said the last sentence that broke Perturabo's nerves.

Although Perturabo is a siege master, the official description of his tactics is very stupid. For example, endless bombing and siege, Krieg is considered to be flexible