Chapter 139 Eleven Kill
“Do I allow you to use your damn ability to read my mind?”
The confusion and comfort on Perturabo’s face gradually dissipated. Qin Xia and Angron still had a stinky face in their eyes.
Angron only absorbed Perturabo's negative emotions and did not brainwash Perturabo, so the reaction of this twisted monster was not surprising at all.
Perturabo was also wondering.
He wondered why the Emperor didn't say that Angron had such abilities when he came, otherwise he would have stayed away from him long ago.
"I don't want to absorb your damn emotions at all!" Angron pointed at Perturabo and said sternly, "I was just sent to this damn planet to fight alongside you. Now that I'm here I just want to finish this war, even if I regret the idea of coming here to learn from you!"
After saying this, Angron suddenly noticed that Perturabo's mood showed that He felt corresponding emotions about the regret he said.
This emotion is very complicated, including some indifference and disdain.
There is still a trace of... discomfort and regret.
"You can get out of this planet right now." Perturabo said coldly, "Anyway, you are not here for my father's orders. I can see that you don't want to listen to him. Then why are you still here? ?”
“Because my descendants participated in this war, the winner of this war must be determined! Will they carve a blood line representing glory, or a black line representing shame? Anyway, this war will be divided. The war must have an end!" Angron responded.
Perturabo looked a little confused and nodded: "Then are you going to fight alone, or should we all hold our noses and endure it, and finish this war together."
< br>"Fight alone, no doubt!" Angron said and left.
Qin Xia has already walked to the front. He really doesn’t want to argue with Perturabo, a super naughty monster.
But when Angron reached the upward steps, Perturabo suddenly stopped him: "There is one more thing that has not been dealt with clearly."
Angron stopped and looked back at Pertura Bo.
"The matter between you and your legion, and the losers in my legion, this matter involves you, and it must be settled on the spot." Perturabo said.
......
More than 600 Iron Warriors who had been rescued by Angron returned to the hall.
These Iron Warriors are taciturn, and combined with their sturdy appearance, they look like they are part of a machine.
Angron once felt that his descendants were like machines, killing machines, but they occasionally whispered to each other and occasionally showed emotions, and these came from the soldiers of the Fourth Legion led by Perturabo. Extremely cold, like a real machine.
But if you feel it, you can still feel their emotions, but this emotion is suppressed by themselves.
The Iron Warriors stood down in front of the Primarch Perturabo and saluted.
More like a group of programmed robots.
"After your legion commander leaves with 10,000 people, I attack the last planet in this galaxy where there are still enemies. Then I design the defense line, I build the defense line, and I plan everything myself."
"Even if fifty thousand of your warriors were later transferred here and brought here by the Emperor, the establishment of this line of defense had nothing to do with them."
Perturabo always stared at An Gronn walked slowly, but not towards his brother, but towards an Iron Warrior.
After realizing that the father of genes had come to him, the Iron Warrior felt nervous and fearful enough to make Angron feel it.
Qin Xia and Angron stood together.
Angron glared at Perturabo, while Qin Xia lowered her head and glanced at the small potion bottle in her hand.
This is an amazing and wonderful tool that may very well come into play next.
"They are so embarrassing." Perturabo reached out and grabbed the Iron Warrior who was unfortunately pulled to his side. He grabbed the shoulder armor with his big hands and directly lifted the entire strong Superman warrior up.
When Angron made a sound to stop him, Perturabo threw the son up as easily as throwing a rag doll, and then flew up and kicked the son seven meters away when he fell.
The other Iron Warriors quietly observed the brothers who were kicked out.
They secretly felt lucky for that brother, because the place where he was kicked was his shoulder armor. Although the hardest shoulder armor was shattered all over the ground, fortunately, he was not kicked to death by Perturabo.
"The Twelve Legions are famous for their discipline and ferocity in battle."
Perturabo walked away from the heirs, and walked to the table five meters away from the heirs with his hands behind his back. place, and then faced those heirs who he defined as losers.
"To be honest, I actually admire the Twelve Legions because they deserve my appreciation. They are natural weapons and can turn into a killing machine without any correction."
< br>"Looking back at my legion... I have a device on my head that allows me to command every squad in the legion in real time, but their stupidity sometimes still causes my exquisite strategies to turn into rubbish."
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The Lord of Steel rubbed his chin as he spoke, seeming to be thinking about something.
"The Twelve Legion will no longer be a killing machine." Angron said.
"That's a pity. It shows that you are also a loser." Perturabo turned to face Angron, "You, a loser, will turn an originally excellent legion into a useless legion. , just like the Fourth Legion that was not corrected by me before I returned, I feel sad for your descendants."
Hearing this, Angron had no reaction because he felt that. This brother of mine is not normal, so just ignore what he says.
Just like...a super-large version of Tarke who is less crazy, a little more rational, a little more moral, but not too much.
Yes, some qualities in Perturabo reminded Angron of the Mad King of Nuceria. The two men had something in common, such as being moody and cruel to everyone.
"I now suspect that you led some people in the Twelve Legion astray." Qin Xia said, "They are a group of daddy's babies who want to use certain behaviors to attract their father's praise and attention. Twelve The legion has fought side by side with you for so many years. I haven’t learned much about defensive positional warfare, but I have learned all your shortcomings.”
Before Qin Xia said this, Petula. Beau had a sneer and slight smugness on his face.
After Perturabo heard this, his sneer disappeared: "What does that have to do with me? I have never taught the Twelve Legions!"
"Maybe it has something to do with it. , Maybe not, but it is undeniable that you have great similarities with the soldiers of the Twelve Legions in terms of certain character qualities," Qin Xia said, "How about you also learn from the Twelve Legions and win praise and attention. Change the target from the Emperor to Angron, you will enjoy it”
"Hmph——"
A dull and long hum came from the Lord of Steel's nasal cavity, like a warning from a wild beast.
Perturabo clenched his fists loudly, but in the end he did not have an attack. He silently turned around and faced the more than 600 "losers" again.
Angron frowned.
An emotion coming from Perturabo puzzled Angron.
Show off, be proud... Perturabo seemed to realize that bickering couldn't win over the two people in front of him, so he decided to change his approach.
He has already seen what Angron is afraid of, what he is worried about, and what he cares about.
Like a general with a sharp mind, he has discovered the flaw in the enemy's defense.
"What's the point of telling you so much." Perturabo turned his head and stared at his heirs.
The Iron Warriors stared at Perturabo, the father of genes.
Perturabo issued an order in an understatement: "Kill at eleven."
After receiving this order, even the steel warriors with hearts like steel in front of them hesitated. one time.
Eleven kills, this is a terrible order.
One of the ten people will be killed by the remaining nine, and not with weapons, not with a slap on the neck or a headshot, but with fists.
Space Marines have a tenacious vitality, and it is difficult to beat someone to death with their fists. This means that the person who wins the lottery will have his organs removed and his limbs torn apart by the remaining nine people.
"Either you all die, or you all die."
"You..."
Before Perturabo finished speaking, he was suddenly Something flew out.
After the Iron Warriors reacted and looked carefully, they discovered that it was not their genetic father who had been knocked away by something, but Angron, the primarch of the Twelve Legions, who had kicked Perturabo away just now. .
Angron quickly completed the run-up and took off just now, kicked out with his legs together, hit Perturabo's shoulder and kicked this weird brother away.
"Ultra Flying Kick?" Qin Xia on the side witnessed this scene and was slightly surprised, "When did you learn it?"
Perturabo rolled twice on the ground before stopping. He immediately got up and roared at Angron: "Are you, the original member of the Butcher and Executioner Legion, qualified to discipline me? You have no right to interfere in my affairs, whether it is this war or my legion!"
"It is true that I am the original body of the Butcher and Executioner Legion. Even if I did not return to the Legion, I was still a Butcher and Executioner in the eyes of a certain class and a certain group of people."
Angron held the chain tightly with both hands. He saw the axe, lowered his body, and stared at Perturabo.
"I am not disciplining you, nor am I blaming you with morality. I just cannot accept that these brave soldiers who have been trapped in a tight siege and have been fighting alone until now will not die heroically in the battle, but die at the fists and feet of their comrades!"
"They should not have such an end. Even if they are your descendants, Perturabo, they should not have such an end!"
Even if they are your descendants, Perturabo ...
This sentence kept lingering in the ears of the Lord of Steel, like a pot of fuel poured on the fire.
Until Perturabo no longer wanted to argue, he roared and rushed towards Angron in anger, and they crashed through the wall of the hall and fell into the small room next to the hall.
Amid the debris of building materials, Perturabo raised his arms and smacked Angron in the head.
Angron originally wrestled with him in terms of strength, but found that his strength was no match for the heavily armed Perturabo. This bastard seemed to be planning to fight from the beginning.
The muffled sound that resounded through the hall reached everyone's ears, but Perturabo's arms and fists only hit Angron's arms that were protecting his head.
The Lord of Steel quickly pulled away Angron's head-protecting hand and smashed the unprotected head.
Fists fell like raindrops.
When Perturabo was about to put the weapon embedded in the arm armor directly against Angron's head and fire, his neck was suddenly strangled by Qin Xia's psychic energy.
The feeling of suffocation could not help the original body at all. Perturabo turned back and glared at Qin Xia, stood up from Angron and rushed forward with the idea of killing the wizard.
Qin Xia stood there and looked at Perturabo, who could run towards him across dozens of meters every second.
Angron got up staggeringly, and while chasing Perturabo, he shouted to Qin Xia: "Don't let him get close to you!"
After shouting this, Ange Long suddenly felt something was wrong.
The next second there were shattering and roaring sounds overhead, and the legs of the God King Titan stepped in from the top of the fortress.
Boom——
Everyone in the Twelve Legions who were guarding outside heard the sound and quickly looked back.
The Iron Warriors stationed near the fortress also quickly looked back.
I saw the Divine Lord Titan appearing next to the fortress at some unknown time. The slender right leg of this huge war machine had been deeply embedded into the interior of the fortress, maintaining its movements like a person stepping on an ant.
The continuous roar sounded again, and in the spreading smoke, the right leg of the God King Titan was pulled out from the fortress.
Kiel just glanced at a few company commanders, and the Twelve Legions who had been ordered to leave the fortress by Angron immediately divided their work.
Kiel led his guards into the fortress.
The rest of the Twelve Legions immediately blocked all entrances and exits of the fortress, unlocked the bolt gun weapon safety, and stopped the Iron Warriors who rushed in without knowing the truth.
Kiel led the people to trek through the debris, found the way to the underground hall, and jumped in.
The hall was also filled with smoke and debris, and the place had changed from an underground hall to an open-air hall.
The more than 600 Iron Warriors stood in the open space at a loss.
Angron stood aside holding Perturabo's arm, while Qin Xia stood more than two hundred meters away from them.
The experienced legion commander immediately determined what had just happened.
First of all, there must have been a quarrel, or even a fight, between the two primarchs.
Then the divine king Titan who suddenly appeared in front of the fortress must be related to Qin Xia. The Titan's right leg stepped into the hall, and its target must be Perturabo.
But...
Kiel looked at Angron and Perturabo. Both of them were fine, which meant that Angron saved Perturabo.
(End of this chapter)