Chapter 914 You Are Not My Father

"Iron Lord, I don't understand. Please forgive my stupidity. Do you mean your ideal country?"

"I guess so."

"That's great, Iron Lord! We can start from here, smash this old empire that we hate, and build your country on its ruins. All the Iron Warriors will follow your ideal to the end."

"No, not to destroy this empire. I mean, we will become part of the empire, do you understand?"

"Become part of the empire? Iron Lord, I don't understand."

Draw was very confused. He didn't understand how Perturabo's temperament changed so much in just 20 years. His countless memories and experiences told him that no one could hate the empire more than Perturabo.

Draw participated in the siege of the Terra Palace, and also participated in the siege of the Imperial Fist in the Iron Cage. When he was in Medengard, he also tried his best to complete the various indicators assigned by the above, from slave minerals to technological equipment. He did his best to meet them.

For more than 10,000 years, he lived for Perturabo and lived for his ideal of hating the empire. He burned, looted, burned cities and destroyed lands, and killed more than a hundred million soldiers and civilians of the empire.

More than 20 years ago, Perturabo left Medengard with a fleet and never came back. No matter how the Iron Warriors searched, there was no news. You must know that in the past ten thousand years, Perturabo has never left the fully enclosed Iron Blood. Although Perturabo never ordered them to do anything, just looking at the shadow of the Iron Blood from afar is enough to make the Iron Warriors feel at ease.

More than 20 years of disappearance led to only chaos and panic.

At that time, all the Iron Warriors thought that they had disappointed Perturabo. They were not strong enough and had not implemented the creed of steel inside and outside. So in order to eliminate the weak, the extremists of the Iron Warriors launched a vigorous melee in Medengard. Only the Iron Warriors who survived the hammer of war met Perturabo's expectations.

Drau survived the war, using countless corpses and blood to prove that he was strong inside and out. Then he responded to Abaddon's expedition and tried to use the destruction of Cadia to hit the Empire hard, so as to make his father happy.

But now, his gene father suddenly appeared in front of him, changed into a new outfit, and said that he had joined the Empire and became a lackey under the throne of the corpse emperor.

How could Drau accept this? How could Drau accept this? ! !

Drau's emotions quickly slid from confusion to resentment, and his eyes under the helmet were full of misunderstanding and questioning of Perturabo's contradictory behavior.

In the end, this emotion turned into anger, and anger made people brave. Drau, who was respectful in Perturabo's iron-hard and cold shadow, finally broke out, just like Perturabo who had been neglected by the emperor and other brothers, he roared at Perturabo with all his strength.

"Why, father! Why did you do this!"

Draw's voice, full of sadness, unwillingness, resentment, and endurance, made Perturabo flinch. He had mocked Fulgrim's sentimental attitude towards the Emperor's children many times, but he didn't expect that he would fall into such a dilemma.

"Listen to me, I can explain it all." Perturabo tried to comfort Draw's emotions. He had never done such a thing before, and the Lord of Steel, who always grasped the overall situation, seemed at a loss.

"Explain?!" Draw howled like crying or shouting. He had never seen Perturabo so weak, "Father! Where is your toughness? Where is your coercion? I can't see these qualities in you anymore! Wearing iron, steel inside and out! This is what you taught us, but now you have betrayed your choice to destroy the empire!"

"Yes! I betrayed it!" Perturabo shouted angrily, embarrassed by a new soldier's scolding, not to mention that there was a damn Dorn standing next to him.

Perturabo strode forward, his big hand grabbed Drau's shoulder armor, and pulled him up from his kneeling position. Being touched by Perturabo's iron hand like this, Drau almost fainted with happiness, but his heart still remembered Perturabo's previous crazy words, and he tried to stay awake and stared at Perturabo's face.

"Listen, Drau. The Iron Warriors have made too many mistakes, and the main reason for these mistakes is not you, but me." Perturabo said sincerely, "Because of my problems, you have endured too much unnecessary suffering. Now I understand my mistakes and correct them. I will also try my best to correct you, while there is still a chance, let us return to the Empire and continue to fight for the ideal of human conquest of the galaxy."

Perturabo shut up, his face was very ugly, and the words just now were too rough. When his brain repeated this paragraph several times, Perturabo felt that he could say better, but now he had nothing to say.

Drao was stunned. He stared at Perturabo for a long time, muttering to himself.

"If it's all your fault, then my captain died in vain. Heavy gunners Hisd Bassus and the mortals in Olympia who cried to us. Cold and heartless? Indestructible? Like steel?"

Draw was silent.

When Perturabo thought that his rough words made Drao understand, Drao, who was as stiff as a statue, moved.

He placed his hand and mechanical tentacles on Perturabo's arm, and then struggled to push Perturabo's hand away from his shoulder armor.

While doing this work, he said to Perturabo coldly, "War is clear, indifferent, ruthless, and blind. I will be as indestructible and unstoppable as steel - most importantly, indifferent and ruthless. I will be what Perturabo wants me to be, the offspring he is proud of, the offspring he will even cherish."

Take Perturabo's somewhat weak hand away completely, and Delau finished the last sentence, "My father is steel, he is indifferent and cruel. He made us wear armor, steel inside and outside. And your weakness shames my steel-like father."

A plasma ball shot at Perturabo's face. War blacksmith Delau proved with his actions that he would be as strong as steel, and in the strength that Perturabo expected, regret is a word that absolutely cannot exist.

Perturabo was disturbed by Delau's words. His face and lips were pale as if weak, and his eyes that were always calculating were full of confusion and frustration.

The plasma ball hit Perturabo's face, and the pain caused by the high temperature was far less than the pain caused by the regret in his heart.