Chapter 107 Battle

"I don't know how to thank you for maintaining the genes of my offspring, Morse. You gave me enough time to study their genetic defects without worrying about the sudden outbreak of potential threats. If one day I encounter a offspring with a physical mutation like Ormuz when I am unprepared, I really don't know what to do."

"Although I am not good at genetic research itself, I can detect a hidden dangerous message from their psychic hidden fluctuations. I think I can start from all these points and conduct certain research from the perspective of the influence of the subspace. The following is my current research direction..."

Magnus's handwriting was originally quite elegant, but at this time, because he had to restrain his grace and correct his attitude to show his gratitude, he had to become straight and regular, but there were still some small patterns with circles emerging from many of the strokes.

This only made Morse think of a possible related question, that is, the wild wolf in front of him who was responsible for delivering letters and was so bored that he turned around the door seventeen or eighteen times while Morse was reading, could he write.

"Craftsman," the wolf called him, "have you sent back a message?"

"I haven't finished reading it yet," Morse said, "Are you anxious?"

Leman Russ leaned half of his upper body in from the door and pointed at the wall clock in Morse's room, which had a steady swing of the pendulum. "It's past three o'clock. Magnus announced this morning that he would hold afternoon tea in the style of Ancient Terra today. The kitchen has been preparing grilled skewers and grilled mushrooms for the whole morning."*°•.˜˜.•°*"˜"

"Did Magnus announce it, or did you let Magnus announce it?"

The wolf king grinned: "You see through it, don't you?"

Morse sat up from the rattan chair. "Tell Magnus that since he gave me a thank-you letter with too much technical content for academic consultation, don't expect to get a reply that day."

Russ gestured to show that he understood.

"When are you leaving?" Morse asked.

"In a few days." Russ's eyes swept across the window.

At the end of the clear sky outside the palace window, there are tens of thousands of aircraft taking off and landing over the overlapping nest cities, rushing into the sky from the rotten cages made of scrap steel and rotten iron, and constantly traveling with the vast sea of ​​stars.

"When the wolf cubs are ready, I will fight two games with my two brothers, and then I will go to the Tower of Astarte again. The Space Wolves will go deep into the hazy star field and follow the instructions of the All-Father. It's hunting time."

Rus smiled more obviously, or rather, he exposed the sharp tips of his teeth outside his lips. Compared with his not-so-tidy appearance, his teeth are unexpectedly sharp and white.

"Tower of Astarte?" Morse read it again.

"A marble tower." Rus said, "Horus told me that the All-Father would wait for me at the top of the tower to talk to him the night before I left Terra. He didn't tell me more details, keeping it a secret. He didn't like me from the beginning like he liked Perturabo."

"Then do you think you should like him?" Morse asked.

"Interesting question." Rus shook his head. His short braid had obviously not been untied and re-braided for several days, and his coarse golden hair stuck out of the braid. He didn't let Morse see his eyes while thinking.

Later, the wolf king said easily: "At least I like every brother I see now. Anyway, can I go to eat barbecue?"

Morse pointed to the table, opened a piece of paper in a blank notebook, and a string of golden words "Come to my place after eating barbecue" automatically ooze out. Then the paper tore itself off, folded in half and flew in front of Rus.

Rus rubbed his hands on the armor symbolically, took the note, waved goodbye and quickly disappeared from Morse's sight.

Morse lay back in the rattan chair. He recently changed his clothing style back to the Olympian robe, so that the hood would not hit his head when he lay down.

After about a second of deep thinking, he recently decided to spend more time in Terra after Perturabo left.

Anyway, Perturabo brought his other body, and the Primarch would also have a spare body - currently being stuffed into the void by Morse - staying on Terra, and he could be called on temporarily if there was anything urgent.

He didn't see the point of following the Iron Warriors' fleet around the galaxy.

In addition to cleaning up the mess for some unlucky bastard offspring of the Emperor, could this bring him any other positive emotional value?

Obviously not.

Oh, it might also bring additional research tasks to his peaceful life.

Morse shook Magnus's long letter in his hand, propped up the envelope on his lap with two fingers and looked inside. After confirming that the number of remaining letters inside was worthy of the weight of the envelope, he silently fell into self-reflection while sighing.

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"Can you..." Magnus stared at Russ and the shoulder connected to the hand on his back under the Wolf King's light armor.

Three seconds ago, this hand had just taken a string of sizzling skewers, and he had already felt a terrible dampness seeping through the robe on his back.

Perturabo rolled up his handkerchief and threw it at Rus's face. Rus caught it accurately, wiped his hands, and wiped the back of Magnus' robe.

Magnus rarely felt the urge to commit violence. Before he rewrote the golden runes from his forearm to his fingertips, Rus took a step back and raised his hands to surrender.

"We'll fight after we finish eating." The wolf king put down his hands and took two skewers from the iron rack. "Thanks, brother. I made an appointment for the ring from Malcador."

"If you want Magnus to spare you when he beats you, you can just say so." Perturabo glanced at Magnus, who was trying to erase the stain with a curse.

The Red Giant has begun to think about why he has only studied how to seriously use this reality-distorting power, and has never flexibly expanded its daily application topics.

"Oh, our Magnus is not a warrior." The Wolf King licked the corner of his mouth. If there were not so many oil stains on his mouth, this would be a very dangerous expression.

"Words of encouragement are no match for actions. Horus has gone on an expedition again, and you two are the only ones who can fight me."

"We have a principle in Fenris. A thousand friendly greetings are not as good as a face-to-face roar. You know this truth, otherwise you would not arrange a battle drill between the Iron Warriors and the Sun of Thousand Dusts, right?"

"But..." Magnus always felt that there was something wrong with Ruth's words.

"But there was a man here who was trying to cover up his crude behavior with theories and compliments," Perturabo said. "At the same time, he took advantage of the conversation to steal the barbecue that did not belong to him."

Russ put the skewers back on the rack. "Okay, brothers. I understand. You guys can have fun in Terra. I'll run away tomorrow."

"Oh, by the way," he suddenly remembered something, and fumbled in his small bag for a long time, and found a torn little note.

"Morse's reply to you... Oh, wait, it's not this." The wolf king stared at Magnus and smiled, wiped his hands, and took out another note wrapped in thick paper, "It's this one."

Magnus took the paper package. "I have no experience in hand-to-hand combat, but I can guarantee that I will not hold back in the ring."

The wolf king laughed twice. "Great, my brother!"

"If you lose, you are not allowed to leave now." Perturabo said, "How about accompanying our army in the exercise?"

"Do you want me to be beaten by 50,000 people?" The wolf king pretended to think, and quickly agreed: "My wolf cubs will not participate, but I can come to play for two days."