Chapter 870 Iron Armor Flame Heart
"Heart of iron armor." Stunus recalled Fulgrim's words, and then he answered doubtfully, "Heart of fire. I will replace the heart with a furnace of iron armor when I get back. Is that enough fire?"
"Hahahaha." Jaghatai couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect that Stunus would understand the words "Iron Armored Heart" like this. "If you don't have Dorne's blood flowing in your body, I must say You have a great talent for telling funny jokes."
Stunus didn't understand what Jaghatai said, and Fulgrim glared at Jaghatai dissatisfied.
You ruined the serious atmosphere!
It wasn't me, it was him.
Jaghatai shrugged innocently.
Fulgrim coughed, and had no choice but to explain to Stunus the profound meaning of the words "Iron Armor and Flame Heart" with a dark face. He originally wanted to use the conciseness of Gothic to make the sentence more beautiful, but he did not expect to make such a joke.
After Fulgrim finished speaking, he emphasized the first half of the sentence. He was really afraid that Stunus would also misunderstand these words. "The flesh and blood are weak, but the will is eternal."
The flesh and blood are weak, but the will is eternal.
These eight words were like rivets nailed into Stunus' doubtful heart. At the same time, a sense of recognition flowed from the depths of his genes, knocking these eight words in again and again.
"But flesh and blood are weak, and machines are eternal." Stunus struggled, feeling that Fulgrim was using his evil charm ability to interfere with his mind.
"Mechanical eternity?" Fulgan smiled sarcastically, "You look just like me now. I firmly believe in flawless perfection, and you firmly believe that machinery and metal can eliminate all weaknesses in human nature. But is this really the case?"
"You worship technology, but you cannot understand them. There are so many remnants of old wars floating in Medusa's orbit, and just getting the broken pieces is enough to make you complacent. So what about the owners of these magnificent creations? If even technology The ancestors who crushed you all died in the baptism of time, so what is the point of your persistence? Or do you think we should eventually become a member of the automatic machine and continue to operate according to logic and code?
"I.I." Stunus was stunned. He had never thought about the problem in this direction.
There has never been a shortage of explorers and seekers of knowledge in the human empire. Although Medusa can be classified as a world of death in every sense of the word, the great sages who are lucky enough to go to Medusa to explore prefer to call Medusa. A great treasure trove of ancient heritage.
The Ring of Desolation that surrounds the entire planet is so conspicuous. If it can be repaired, its size will be no less than the ring of steel at the Mars headquarters. This shattered creation shed countless fragments onto the planet's surface, pulled by Medusa's gravity. Many of these fragments include technological treasures from the distant past, and the people living on Medusa also rely on scavenging to make ends meet. A rough old man wrapped only in rags, he is probably holding a technological pistol with a 105% hit rate.
Sometimes the star ring will be torn off by gravity and a whole piece will fall to the planet. The impact of this debris will cause no grass to grow in a radius of thousands of miles, but when the disaster passes, the debris becomes a treasure trove worth exploring.
While the orbit of the planet is complex, its surface is also quite scary. The automatic machines that have been installed in the planet's mountains and deep underground are still running to this day. The logos and codes on them are no longer known. The only thing that can be known is that these automatic machines have no good intentions towards intruders.
These ancient relics left the Iron Hands in awe, and deeper within the tombs were even the remains of the Necrontyr once crushed by the Primarch Faenus.
No one can tell what Medusa has experienced, but Stunus has understood a little bit under Fulgrim's guidance.
No matter how brilliant the civilization is, it has died. Their stubbornness and pride are just to continue to move forward along the path taken by their predecessors.
But is this really progress? Stunus thought of the iron hand scientific research stations in the Wild News Star Ring that were extremely small in comparison, and he felt that they were as dirty as aphids sucking from a big tree.
Seeing that Stunus was silent for a long time, Fulgrim knew that he had listened to his words, and he also knew how confused and uneasy Stunus was in his heart.
He had gone through this stage, and so had Perturabo. As the original body, Fulgrim and Perturabo have always put themselves in a very proud place. Although they don't say it verbally, their behavior has already shown their sense of superiority.
Although Perturabo licked Odmire very well in the past, he often said in private that Odmire had only studied a few more years than him. If he had lived in the golden age, he would have become better than Odmire. Meyer is also a great scientist.
The real change in his attitude came after seeing the Golden Ark. The structure of the Golden Ark has reached the pinnacle of physics and reality, and has exceeded the limits of Perturabo's abilities. His self-esteem, which was never willing to be inferior to others, was shattered, and then he never talked about surpassing Odemeyer. He seemed to be as conscientious as Donne, and rarely made hysterical complaints.
The same goes for Fulgrim. After witnessing the Golden Ark omnic civil war, the melee between the Star God and the Necrontyr, etc., he was completely numb.
Compared with the Iron Man War, the Horus Heresy was as trivial as a child's play. Compared with the Battle of Heaven, the Iron Man War is as small as an ant's bite.
"Child." Fulgrim tried to put his hand on Stunus's shoulder, but he put it down after feeling something was wrong. "Steel will corrode, machinery will make mistakes, and flesh and blood will age. Nothing is eternal in the baptism of time. Only the will that is constantly passed down can make mankind truly strong and no longer make the mistakes of the past."
"Will?" Stunus shook his head. "Who can guarantee that the will we are practicing now is correct? If it is the will of the Emperor, I will accept it with pleasure. But I will not believe your advice. The Emperor's son must not be trusted!"
"Yes." Fulgrim murmured, "The Emperor's son cannot be trusted. I have failed the expectations and dreams of too many people. But I still want to tell you that it is not my will, nor the will of Finus, or even the will of the Emperor that leads us forward!"
"I knew it, you traitor!" Stunus was angry. He could already guess what Fulgrim was going to say next. He must be promoting the beauty of the Wind of Slaanesh in front of him.
Kalakala. The engineering pliers behind Stunus were held down tightly by Chagatai's hand, unable to move at all.