Chapter 138 The Iron Lords
The World Eaters' battle to rescue their allies was a spectacle due to the number of Space Marines fighting alongside the Primarch, but the operation itself was unremarkable.
Angron led the legion to fight towards the building complex four kilometers away, killing them all the way.
At this time, the war machines participating in the war began to retreat under Kiel's order. Only Qin Xia controlled the Titan to provide fire support.
Then when the Legion came out again, they were followed by a group of Space Marines with black and yellow stripes on their shoulder armors. They were not tall but honest, and they were obviously Iron Warriors.
They held a building in the ancient complex under siege by the swarm until today.
This is undoubtedly a feat that the Twelve Legions will admire and praise.
After the rescue operation, Angron ordered to return to the defense line.
The soldiers of the Twelve Legions gathered in the huge fortress behind the middle part of the defense line, converging in the astonishingly majestic and vast hall underground of the fortress.
The space reserved for posting the Legion logo in the hall was not hung with the flag of the Iron Warriors of the Fourth Legion, but was left empty.
There is also a throne in the hall.
When Angron finished the tense battle and sat on it to take a breath, he found that the seat was as suitable as the seat in the triumphal hall of the Fortitude Resolve, perfectly fitting his body.
These strange little things are not enough for the primarch to pay attention and analyze first. There are more important things.
"Father."
All 60,000 soldiers gathered in the hall saluted, 50,000 of them knelt on one knee, and the remaining 10,000 put their hands on their hearts.
"Stand up!" Angron stood up from the throne that fit his body perfectly, and ordered to the fifty thousand people who were far from enough to fill the hall, "You are not my slaves, and I am not a slave master. You should not ask I kneel down!”
The fifty thousand people were puzzled, but because of the discipline of the legion, they still stood up at the same moment, even the movements were exactly the same.
Qin Xia glanced at the fifty thousand people, then looked at Kiel and shrugged.
He also wanted to remind these people, but because he was distracted and looked at this extremely vast hall, he didn't have time.
Angron looked at the aliens in the hall.
Those were more than six hundred Iron Warriors. They had just been rescued and followed them all the way here.
"Thank you, Your Highness, the Primarch of the Twelve Legions!" The person with the most scars on his body bowed and saluted.
Angron shook his head: "It's a small effort. If you want to thank me, thank my 36th Company Commander. It was he who reminded me that there are still friendly forces holding on to those ancient buildings built I don't know how many years ago." It can be seen that my descendants admire your Fourth Legion. "We also admire your descendants," the Iron Warrior said, "The Twelve Legion has amazing discipline and combat effectiveness. It is an honor to fight alongside your descendants."
"Why did the Lord of Steel not save you?"
Before Angron said the next sentence, Qin Xia asked first.
Angron also wanted to ask this question.
The Iron Warrior said nothing.
“Because they failed!”
A loud voice entered the hall, and a figure as strong as Angron walked into the hall.
It was Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors of the Fourth Legion.
Perturabo was accompanied by some well-equipped warriors. Qin Xia knew that those warriors were called "Tridents" by Perturabo.
The tridents stood in a row.
Perturabo also stood still.
Angron stood up from the throne and looked at Perturabo in surprise: "It seems that my weird brother has finally appeared."
Perturabo ignored Angron's greeting words and just coldly ordered the Iron Warriors who had just returned: "Get behind Lando Egg, losers."
More than six hundred Iron Warriors walked towards a trident beside Perturabo without hesitation, and stood behind the brother named Lando Egger, who was the valet of the father of genes.
"I'm just here to take away these losers so that they don't continue to embarrass me." Perturabo looked down upon his heirs who were regarded as losers, and then slowly turned his head to stare at An Angron, "I have been fighting in the Novshendak system. I established the defense line of this planet a year ago."
"One year? So fast." Angron was very surprised, I started to figure out how it was possible to build such a large defensive line in one year.
Perturabo continued: "You came to my battlefield and my defense line, why didn't you go to see me? I heard my father said that you are from Nuceria, that barbaric Is there no distinction between host and guest in a ghost place? ”
Qin Xia frowned and looked at Perturabo, rolled his eyes, and suddenly took out a small medicine bottle from behind and held it in his hand.
The medicine bottle contains anesthetics.
One of the Three Treasures of Nu Xing.
"It turns out that the Emperor has already been here." Angron looked very relaxed when facing the aggressive Perturabo, "No wonder you know my figure and customized a throne and belongings for me. My war fortress”
“…”
Perturabo was suddenly speechless.
A series of expressions appeared on the face of the Lord of Steel under the heavy helmet, with a different expression appearing almost every half second.
Doubt, wonder, solemnity, speculation, anger, curiosity...
The emotions behind these expressions were also accurately perceived by Angron.
They are like saying: "How did you know?"
These emotions then change rapidly, eventually turning into anger and hatred.
Perturabo was obviously going to be unable to step down, so Qin Xia helped Angron cooperate.
“It’s amazing that your heirs have persisted despite being surrounded until now. If they were members of the Twelve Legions, even if the operation failed, they would be able to avoid the black line of shame with this feat.” Qin Xia said .
Perturabo moved his eyes and looked at Qin Xia, who was dozens of meters away in front of him: "Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to excuse these losers?"
Qin Xia took a step forward. , bowed slightly without being rude, and then introduced himself.
"The first psyker of the Twelve Legions, if you don't believe me, ask Lando Aig." Qin Xia looked at the trident named Lando Aig beside Perturabo: "Old man, is there nothing wrong?"
"Nothing wrong." Lando Egg said. After speaking, he quickly covered his mouth, and then accused Qin Xia, "Wizard, how dare you control my mouth!"
"No, to be precise, I temporarily control your brain." Qin Xia corrected . Perturabo's gaze shifted from a glare to a glare.
But the emotion Angron sensed showed that Perturabo was not very angry. Instead, he was glad that Qin Xia had changed the topic to avoid him from being further embarrassed about the custom-made throne.
"Brother." Angron grabbed Perturabo's attention, "Although you gave me an unnecessary insult when I came down, but let's talk about it, I have to thank you for the chair."
Perturabo glared at Angron.
Qin Xia and Angron were like two matadors, pulling two pieces of red cloth, consuming Perturabo's inexplicable hostility at this time.
And when Perturabo realizes this, he will not be fooled.
"It seems that you are different from your descendants. You prefer to talk." Perturabo walked towards Angron.
At this time, the Lord of Steel was wearing the thick and tall power armor. When he approached, Angron felt an iron wall pressing towards him.
"Get out." Angron said to his heirs.
The World Eaters immediately lined up to leave.
Perturabo also turned around and ordered his heirs: "Don't get in the way! Get out of this place!"
The Iron Warriors turned and walked away.
Perturabo really meant to fight Angron, and he kept getting closer.
Angron did not want a duel and tried to hold Perturabo down.
When the latter put his arm on the former's shoulder, both of them froze at the same moment.
A storm enveloped Angron.
A storm made of emotions.
Under Qin Xia's confused gaze, the stiff Angron felt many emotions and things derived from those emotions.
Angron felt that he had immersed himself in Perturabo's past and every feeling from Perturabo's perspective.
Proud, Perturabo is a proud man, he thinks that he is born different.
Angry, Perturabo was angry.
He learned from the Emperor that Angron was coming, and he ordered the fortress and the seats in its underground halls to be built.
This was not out of any good intentions, but because Perturabo wanted to take the initiative in this war. He wanted to drive the Twelve Legions and his twelve brothers, but he felt that they should not be driven in vain, so he created A chair was given to Angron as a gift.
He felt that Angron should be grateful to him, but after Angron arrived, he did not take the initiative to see him in the core of the masterpiece-like defense line he had built. Instead, he ordered the Twelve Legions to conduct a fruitless battle. of assault.
He felt that Angron was ungrateful.
Resentment.
This emotion is not directed at Angron, but at his duty and the person he is loyal to - the Emperor.
He felt that he was fighting a battle in the Novshendak galaxy that would not bring much merit or glory. He felt that he was being underestimated. He obviously had genius-like experience in positional warfare, but he was here to deal with an alien race.
This alien race is very powerful, but they do not pose much of a threat to the empire as a whole. They are also weak compared to other surprisingly powerful alien races. Even if they are exterminated, they will not be taken seriously or celebrated.
He was found by the Emperor with the most expectant attitude and the strongest determination and decided to follow the Emperor, but he was overqualified.
These were even a fraction of the storm of emotions Angron felt.
More things were like the larger part under the iceberg on the sea surface, which made Angron stiff for a few seconds.
These emotions and the clearly visible past like illusions derived from them were also absorbed by Angron through physical contact.
"The emperor has you immobilized?" Qin Xia looked at the two original bodies.
He suspected that Angron had absorbed Perturabo's emotions, but thought it was unlikely because it did not take that long for Angron to absorb emotions.
Based on past experience, it doesn’t take that long.
After the two original bodies froze for a few seconds, they both took a few steps back and opened a distance of five meters.
"Slave masters! You are all slave masters!" Angron's eyes were bloodshot and his body was hunched. He scratched his hair with both hands and squeezed out words through his teeth. "You are all! The Iron Warrior is your slave! And you are That man’s slaves! You..."
Qin Xia looked at Perturabo.
The Lord of Steel suddenly took off his helmet, but he looked innocent.
Angron was driven almost crazy by those emotions, but Perturabo was the complete opposite.
The Iron Lord feels extremely relaxed and comfortable now.
This was the same feeling he had when he took the villagers' water and poured it on the ground on his home planet Olympia, then made a palace out of the mud.
The dark purple light of the Eye of Fear shone on the mud palace that was gradually taking shape in his hands, which was his lost youth.
“Angron?” Qin Xia quickly stepped forward to help Angron, who was tortured to the point of kneeling on the ground.
“They are slave owners...but they do things that are good for the entire race...they have just causes and goals...but they do damn things...damn...why is it so complicated? ...Why can't it be simple...should die or shouldn't die..." Angron's voice trembled.
Qin Xia didn't know how to alleviate Angron's condition, but he knew who Angron became like this, so he stared at Perturabo.
Seeing the white spiritual energy pouring out of Qin Xia's eyes, Perturabo subconsciously prepared for battle.
“I’m fine.”
Angron said suddenly.
The Twelve Primarchs stood up and stared at Perturabo, but all their energy and attention were used to resolve the negative emotions they had absorbed.
Those methods that Qin Xia told him to deal with emotions, such as telling himself whether those emotions are good or bad, classifying them and then forgetting them.
Those explorations and attempts made by Angron himself. As he grew up, he absorbed a lot of negative emotions to sharpen his mind, and now these methods have come in handy.
Angron gradually stabilized.
(End of this chapter)