Chapter 916 This Is Just the Beginning

This attack was fast in Orwen's eyes, almost unpredictable in Demeter's eyes, and so slow that it made people sleepy in Dorn's eyes.

"Let's go, kid. There's nothing for us to do here. Perturabo will take care of his problems." Dorn turned and left, with Helbrecht and other champion swordsmen following closely behind him.

Crack! Bang!

The halberd axe was broken by Perturabo, and the demon living inside would leave a permanent lumbar disc herniation. Delau was kicked out by Perturabo, and he hit the carriage hard.

Perturabo knelt on one knee beside the dying Drao and lifted him up with one hand, "Are you still awake?"

Draw struggled to open his eyes, grinning while spitting blood, "That's the feeling. This hard kick."

Perturabo shook his head, "I didn't kick you. None of my descendants who were kicked by me can stand in front of me intact."

"You kicked my captain."

"Why?"

"Because he was mixing the quick-set slowly, which reduced the strength by 0.003%. He was Looking at you, I was a little distracted. You came up and kicked him, and my captain flew up and knocked us all to the ground. "

"What happened next?"

"We didn't have Fearless, and he died."

"I. I'm sorry, that kind of thing won't happen now."

Draw, who was calm just now, suddenly became excited. He tried to get closer to Perturabo by holding his body, "Don't say sorry! There is no apology in the Creed of Steel!" Then Draw gasped weakly and lay powerlessly in Perturabo's hand, with only intermittent breathing sounds coming.

Perturabo was silent for a long time, and then he heard Draw's voice again.

"Did I meet your expectations, father?"

"You did a good job." Perturabo lowered his voice, which seemed particularly weak on the battlefield where the artillery fire never stopped, but it was so loud in Draw's ears.

As if such words could not reassure Delau, Perturabo pointed to his cheek, "You left me a wound with your halberd axe, which is enough to prove you."

"Really?" Delau blinked, his pupils began to dilate, and then he mumbled a few words and called out a few names, some of whom Perturabo knew and some of whom Perturabo was unfamiliar with.

Delau died at the hands of Perturabo, and his death caused a great sense of sadness to rise in Perturabo's heart, which even affected other Iron Warriors on the battlefield.

Perturabo was heartbroken, and a tear fell down his cheek to the ground. He knew that Delau's disobedience was by no means an isolated case, and the Iron Warriors had sunk under Perturabo's shadow for too long. Now he finally understood what Lin Fan said to him: It's not that the Iron Warriors are not worthy of Perturabo, but that Perturabo is not worthy of the Iron Warriors.

This can also be said about Angron. When the Lord of the Red Sands chose to stand against the Emperor, there were also many warriors among his descendants who were loyal to the Emperor. They tried their best to attack Angron, and Angron tore them apart without mercy.

In the end, the loyalists who attacked Angron were slaughtered, and only a few dying guys could speak. Angron was not angry about these descendants who had slightly injured him. Instead, he calmly and gently picked up his descendants and said with a smile, "You did a good job."

How much Perturabo despised Angron's hypocrisy before, and now he felt the same way.

He put down Delau's body and waited quietly for a while. Soon he noticed that a demon was pulling Delau's soul away from the body.

Perturabo knew that as a recruit with ordinary qualifications, Delau must have something unusual to grow all the way to a war blacksmith. Delau secretly sold his soul to the demon to gain power.

Wrapping his hands in black stone and adjusting the polarity, Perturabo pulled out a demon that looked like a parasite.

"We signed a contract! We signed a contract!"

Perturabo didn't care about the demon's shouting. He tore the demon away and waited quietly for Drau's soul to dissipate. He wanted the Emperor to take Drau back to the Golden Throne, but he remembered that Drau had been doing a lot of burning, killing and looting during the ten thousand years he worked under him. He felt that it was unfair for others to have Drau's soul taken to the throne, and he felt that Drau's current appearance had a lot to do with him.

Perturabo thought for a while, but still didn't make a request to the Emperor. Drau's soul dissipated and dissolved in an unknown corner of the warp, waiting for the demon to discover it.

Perturabo decided that he would find the souls of all the Iron Warriors, even if it took tens of millions of years.

Perturabo stood up, and ten Weeper Terminators knelt before him. They had Perturabo's blood flowing in their bodies, and they also felt a lot of the pain of the Primarch.

"Are you willing to help my incompetent father?"

"Wherever you go, we will go."

Perturabo helped the Weeper Terminators up one by one, and then asked them to assemble the wide-area sound array equipment.

Orwin and Dimiter on the side had been dumbfounded for a long time, and their brains could not work. When the buzzing sound of the Weeper Terminator construction came, Orwin asked with trembling lips, "You. You are the Primarch? That giant. Is it also the Primarch?"

Perturabo glanced at Orwin and did not answer him. He just took the communicator from the Weeper Terminator and sent a message to the entire Cadia and the void.

"This is Perturabo, the Primarch of the 4th Legion Iron Warriors, the fourth son of the Emperor. I have returned to the Empire, and I am here to ask all the Iron Warriors who participated in the 13th Black Crusade and those who did not participate in the 13th Black Crusade to put aside the hatred and anger of the past and join the Empire with me. I know this is a crazy and irrational suggestion, but I will stand here, standing on the land of Cadia waiting for you, I will answer all your questions, and I will also give you the opportunity to choose."

The voice swept across the entire battlefield, and before the Empire and Chaos could respond, another voice sounded.

"This is Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists, the Black Templars, and the Crimson Fists. Because I have not seen and verified the purity of the gene seeds of its daughter groups, I am sending you a message with cautious words."