Chapter 494 The Strongest of the Strong

Intuition, this kind of thing transcends rationality and arithmetic logic, and only exists in a special perception. Perturabo disdains this so-called intuition, but now all the cells in his body are telling him not to mess with that woman.

In the fierce sense of crisis, Perturabo calmed down. He watched Odemeier 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 was as crazy about the Golden Age as he was. He used to read books in the library of the Terra Palace without sleep and forgetting to eat. He collected the heritage of the Golden Age in every world that the Legion reached in order to understand the words of that glorious era.

But now there is a scientist from the Golden Age upstairs, how can this not make Perturabo excited.

"Really?"

"I swear, if what I said is false, the Emperor and the other four gods will not have a good death."

"This is indeed a poisonous oath." Perturabo was surprised by Lin Fan's outspokenness. He excitedly climbed the building and moved on the vertical wall like a spider until he ran into Odmaier's window.

Lin Fan looked at Perturabo and prayed for his recklessness, because the next moment Odmaier's 110 probability heavy artillery blasted Perturabo out, and a black charred block fell to the ground.

"Okay, there's nothing to do here, you guys disperse."

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

A few days later, Perturabo woke up from a coma again. This time his mood was much more stable, without the doubt and excitement of the first awakening.

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

"Huh? He wants to be my assistant? I don't want a fool." This was Odmaier's reaction after hearing the news. At this time, she was on the verge of a rage due to lack of sleep. Lin Fan dared to enter the laboratory only when he risked his life.

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

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

Perturabo remained silent and ignored Lin Fan. At this time, Lin Fan couldn't figure out what Perturabo was thinking in his mind. He could only sigh and tell him that if he had nothing to do, he could go out for a walk. As long as he didn't hurt others, no one would care about him.

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

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"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 are eager for my death."

Well, the child needs psychological counseling, a good start. Malcador once discussed with the Emperor the disadvantage of all Primarchs being male. A group of all men is prone to conflict, leading to fierce physical collisions.

Malcador suggested that the Emperor should create a few female Primarchs, acting as sisters to help the Primarchs to have less tense relationships.

The Emperor said that this was impossible, so Malcador left it unresolved.

Later, Malcador wanted to find some psychologists for the Primarchs he had found, but the personalities of these Primarchs were too abstract. Primarchs with psychological problems could not even accept psychological treatment, let alone being told that they had personality defects.

So I am a psychologist now? Haha! Maybe this planet can become a sanatorium for Primarchs in the future. After all, I know all their dark histories and am not afraid of their threats.

Who can still do evil in front of this professional doctor?

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

"Rationally speaking, the death of the Primarch is meaningless. You will be resurrected somewhere else in the Warp."

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

"Horus is definitely dead. He was completely wiped out by the Emperor. God knows how he did it. As for Sanguinius, who knows? Maybe he's alive or dead. At least Slaanesh doesn't know. Finus may be working for the Legion of the Damned, and there's no news about Curze."

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

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

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

"I don't like to joke."

"I'm not kidding. If I tell even the slightest lie, the Emperor and the other four gods will..."

Perturabo covered Lin Fan's mouth with one hand and pinched his nose with the other. He began to wonder why he was chatting with this kid who talked without restraint, and why their relationship seemed so ridiculous and funny.

"Go on." Perturabo put down his hand resignedly and continued to assemble the wooden parts in his hand.

"We have talked about rationality. Let's talk about it from an emotional perspective. The Emperor does not want any of his children to suffer. I know he is indeed a bastard father, but this father is just too clumsy and has too much responsibility. You can say that the Emperor is a fool, and you can also spit on him, but the split between father and son is really not intentional."

"Just like you gradually become numb in the battle, the battle situation commanded and controlled by the Emperor is much larger than yours. All the corps under his command launched a grand expedition and recovered more than one million worlds in 200 years. There are so many things to deal with every day, and so many reports to watch. He became numb much earlier than you, but he knew this. It is the link that takes on the revival of mankind. "

"And your brothers, such as Guilliman and Dorn, who you hate the most. I will pick these two people to tell you. When the news of your rebellion came, Dorn was very sad, but you know he never showed it. He lamented that if the palace was defended by the Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors, the end 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 statues, but covered them with a white cloth. Guilliman also set up a table in Macragge that could seat 21 people. He has been looking forward to the day when his brothers and the Emperor will reunite. "

The old orc of the Black Templar