The Benefits of Reading More

"I am the Primarch, I have my mission, and I will die for the truth!"

"He has backbone, but he's stupid." Curze walked up to the Great Angel and casually took the grapes from his hand.

The last bunch of grapes.

"Thank you, this time it really comes from the heart."

After picking a few grapes and putting them in his mouth, Curze continued speaking.

"A conscious and living Primarch can bring more stability to the galaxy than a madman who would sell out everything for the truth."

"You are the Primarch, but you are first and foremost a human being. Be a little more sensible, don't be so rigid."

"As my Dad would say, studying isn't scary; what's worrying is studying so much that you become stupid."

"Compared to the truth, your life is the most valuable thing to humanity in the galaxy."

But Magnus didn't hear what was said after that; he just stared at Curze with his one eye, his fist clenched so tightly it cracked.

You dare call me stupid?!

"Exactly! They just read books without thinking, they don't know how to be flexible."

"You can't even win an argument with someone like me who never had a proper education. In the end, your superior wisdom tells you to use superior strength."

"Then why bother studying? You might as well just join a gang and become a thug."

"You!"

"Alright, alright, let's leave it at that. You have your pride, and I can't change it."

"We'll see later. People can't teach you everything, but you can learn things quickly. But remember what I said, next time it won't be your eyes."

"The Dung-Sea Mad Maggots of the Warp still prefer souls."

Magnus remained silent, while Curze continued eating his grapes.

Han Mingxuan sipped his tea leisurely, while the Emperor gazed at the blue sky.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

"Ahem, Curze brothers, you said the Daemon in the Warp ate the angels, is that a metaphor?"

"Brother Fulgrim, it's true," Curze said. "I was so angry I couldn't sleep and had a headache the next day. Besides, there are so many extreme emotions in the Warp. It would be a shame if such a big place didn't cause some trouble."

Now everyone realized that there really were Daemon in the Warp.

They all looked at the Emperor, but the Emperor remained silent, continuing to gaze at the blue sky.

He is communicating with the Will of Earth.

"Your Excellency, this..."

"I trust Xiao Han to handle things. Unlike you, he doesn't keep everything bottled up inside; that could lead to trouble."

"But the Warp is dangerous."

"Those four brats dare to cause trouble; they're the real danger."

"..."

"So we can only watch?" Guilliman asked.

"Yes, there are too many beings and too many emotions in the galaxy. There's only so much we can do; we're lucky if we can take care of ourselves."

"Then what should we do?" Guilliman pressed.

"Read more books and newspapers, eat fewer snacks and sleep more."

Read?

Reading the newspaper?

"Roboute Curze is right; appreciating art can cultivate one's character and also help control emotions."

"That's right, the angel guy is right."

As the saying goes, "Reading the classics cultivates a noble spirit."

"A touch of noble spirit, a thousand miles of exhilarating wind."

"Though the realms of demons are countless, evil spirits cannot oppress you."

"Reading is arguably the cheapest and most effective way to resist the Warp; of course, you have to read good books."

Read good books?

Sanguinius looked at Curze, who was sitting lazily to one side, and asked the question that had been bothering him.

What makes a good book?

"Let me think about it. First, you have to make sure the books you read aren't tampered with. After all, those things in the Warp love to lead people astray."

"The simplest and most direct way is through religious books."

"Religion?"

Lorgar looked up at Curze with a puzzled expression.

"Don't get me wrong, religion and fanaticism are not the same thing."

"Religion was originally meant to guide people towards goodness and to embody their hopes and aspirations. Those who strictly adhere to religious doctrines are Paladins and martyrs, not fanatics."

"Fanatical believers are often products of individuals Corruption people for personal gain, and they can bring harm to a region."

"The positive emotions generated by people who come together with the same beautiful vision are the best pesticide against Dung-Sea Mad Maggots."

The duality of emotions?

"Yes."

Curze quite enjoyed chatting with the Great Angel.

Great Angel are intelligent, quick-witted, and speak effortlessly.

"If you'd like, I can have my Dad copy it for you."

"This..."

Although Han Mingxuan is nominally his Uncle, to be honest, they're not close.

And Curze just started talking like that...

Aside from Guilliman, really no one can understand it.

That's a bit too advanced.

"You brat, all you do is order your old man around."

"But you did well today, so I'll agree."

"See, I knew you were the most reliable, Dad," Curze said with a smile.

Watching Curze and Han Mingxuan interact, Guilliman was reminded of his own father.

He also had similar experiences with his father when he was young.

My mother is still alive.

Perhaps this Uncle Han will get along well with his mother.

"Come with me, angel."

"Just call me Sanguinius, Uncle Han."

Upon entering the study, Han Mingxuan took a book from under the table.

"This is..."

Sanguinius didn't recognize the words on it.

"This is Old Terra script. I wrote it when I had some free time to practice. You can keep this summary."

"Some of the redundant classical Chinese phrases have been removed, leaving only concise and refined content, making it easier to read."

Does this book have a name?

"No, can you think of one?"

"Literary Pivot of Splendid Chapters."

Yo.

Han Mingxuan looked at the Great Angel with surprise.

"Not bad, not bad. You haven't studied Old Terra script, but your name is quite fitting."

"After listening to Curze talk so much, it was arranged according to rhythm."

"Very good, very good. You have a high level of comprehension. Then this book is yours."

"Thank you, Uncle. I have another request."

"What is it?"

Han Mingxuan was happy to talk to his nephew, who was so insightful.

"Could you please write a preface, Uncle?"

Sanguinius believed that his Uncle must have some extraordinary abilities to have educated Curze so well.

It wouldn't be a bad thing to have him write a preface.

It also allows me to get closer to Curze.

Sanguinius had a premonition that Curze would bring about change to the entire Legion.

"Sure, what kind of preface do you want, or should I write it myself?"

"A touch of noble spirit, a thousand miles of exhilarating wind."

"Though the realms of demons are countless, evil spirits cannot oppress you."

It seems that, just like Curze, he also likes the fantasy style.

"No problem."

Han Mingxuan picked up his pen and wrote a preface, then handed the book to Sanguinius.

"Thank you, Uncle. If it's alright, I'd like to invite you to visit Baal."

Visiting Baal?

Hmm, I can consider it.

"There might be a chance, when the Great Crusade is over."

"Okay, I'll come pick you up then."

The two went outside and saw Dorn packing his things.

"Dad, you're here."