Chapter 141 The Ningba
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“Hu——”
“Hu——”
In the ruins of the fortress, Dantioch Entering the ruins with gentle steps.
Although he was clearly within his own defense line, he moved lightly, as if he was conducting an intelligence reconnaissance operation targeting an enemy stronghold.
"Huh——"
Hearing the sound of heavy breathing, Dantioch instantly became alert, hid behind a huge stone, and looked forward.
Perturabo lay on a piece of gravel.
The Lord of Steel had never laid down like this, so even though he was clearly resting, Dantioch still had the feeling that "he is probably dead."
"Ha." Dantioch chuckled, then became serious again, approaching Perturabo as if he was scouting the enemy's position.
After approaching the Father of Genes, Dantioch tentatively shook the Lord of Steel's arm, but he was soon pushed back three meters by the thick arm unconsciously.
After thinking for a moment, Dantioch quickly climbed out of the ruins and came to the battle brothers surrounding him outside.
"The original body fell asleep."
After hearing Dantioch's "investigation information report", all the Iron Warriors present were in disbelief.
"How could he fall asleep?"
"I have never seen him rest."
"..."
While everyone was puzzled, a man with Dantioch was born in the same place, and the Iron Warriors who were recruited at the same time stood up and said in a more contemptuous tone: "I heard from the people of the Twelve Legions that there is a very powerful anesthetic in Nuceria. It must be Pei Turabo had a conflict with the 12th Primarch, and was knocked down."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.
No one asked the others: "How can you call the Primarch by his name?"
The Iron Warriors present did not agree with Perturabo's rule to a certain extent, even if it made them the first in the Legion. Outliers become the targets of exclusion and punishment.
They secretly retain their emotions and personalities, even though they may no longer have these after transformation, which is a struggle in itself.
But Dantioch was not very gregarious, so he stopped him at this time: "The Tridents will come soon, so we'd better be cautious in our words and deeds. In any case, he is our original source." "
"I understand." The close friend put his arm around Dantioch's shoulders, "After all, there are only a few people like us in the legion, except for our little dissidents. Ninety-nine point nine percent of Tie Yong completely listens to Perturabo.”
Dantioch felt that his friend had gone too far. He felt that Perturabo might be changed in the future. If he did not agree with orders such as killing eleven, it did not mean that he would go against the father of genes.
“They are coming.”
Someone reminded.
The Iron Warriors in front of Dantioch all shut their mouths and became as calm and calm as a machine.
Others from the legion arrived, led by a "Trident" personally selected by Perturabo.
"We have to unify our caliber."
"The Primarch of the Twelve Legions just sent someone to tell us. We can arrange it in any way we want."
"So I said we have to unify our caliber. I think An explanation, lest he vent out his hatred of the Twelve Legions on us later."
Trident said to everyone.
Hearing this, Dantioch realized that his best friend's statement that "99.9% of the iron warriors in the legion completely listen to Perturabo" was not necessarily accurate. .
Perturabo, who was lying in the ruins, still didn't know what was happening outside.
The Lord of Steel did not fall asleep as easily and comfortably as he appeared. In fact, his spirit was undergoing a climb.
This is a very tiring dream.
"No. 921."
"922."
Perturabo climbed up the mountain, counting every meter he climbed.
With the eyes of his original body, the top of this mountain cannot be seen when looking up, and the feet cannot be seen when looking down. It is so high that it is terrifying.
But Perturabo finally climbed up. When he reached the top of the mountain, he found that this was his home planet Olympia. Those magnificent and gorgeous buildings were hidden in the clouds in the distance, looking like a fairyland.
“It’s a beautiful world.”
“Father.”
Perturabo turned around at the sound and saluted the Emperor standing behind him.
The Emperor nodded slightly, gazing at the beautiful scenery beyond the mountain top and the purple light falling on the surface from outside Olympia.
"You have a lot of complaints against me." The emperor seemed to ask, as if he was stating a fact plainly.
Perturabo did not answer.
It is still the early days of the Great Crusade. At this time, Perturabo has some complaints about the Emperor, but more importantly, he still admires and worships him.
"Do you hate Angron?" The emperor said something that sounded like a question and an explanation.
"Of course there is hatred." Perturabo nodded, but after thinking about it, he shook his head, "No, how should I put it... There is a reason for this."
"You Needless to say, let me tell you why."
The Emperor suddenly turned around and faced Perturabo.
Perturabo frowned. He felt that the man in front of him was not the emperor, but he didn't know how to prove otherwise, so he could only listen silently.
"You always think that you are a piece of steel, and you use coldness and arrogance to make yourself look inhumane. You pretend that you don't care about the mental pressure at all, but you are tortured by this pressure all the time."
" Angron is here, and his ability is unreasonable, just like your character. He can easily know what you are thinking, and can easily make the things that torture you stop tormenting you for a short time. "
"You suddenly have an antidote to a problem that you don't even know how to solve. You are grateful, but you are afraid that you will become weak because of it."
"..."
Perturabo Suddenly interrupting the emperor's narration: "Who are you?"
The Emperor ignored it and took out a piece of steel from somewhere. When he brushed it with his hand, the steel became extremely hard. He handed the steel to Perturabo and motioned for Perturabo to break it.
Perturabo broke it off easily.
The Emperor took out many more similar pieces of steel and handed them to Perturabo. Perturabo took it in his hand and broke it easily: "A person's power is limited...I understood this truth hundreds of years ago."
The Emperor was silent Without saying a word, he took out a piece of steel again, which was gradually corroded.
Perturabo subconsciously took it and prepared to break it.
But in the blink of an eye, he suddenly found that his head was grabbed by the bigger self, his legs were pinched by the bigger self, and the bigger self was using both hands.
Perturabo was broken by Perturabo.
Perturabo woke up suddenly with the sound of breaking.
The Lord of Steel quickly calmed down and recalled his dream.
First of all, he could be sure that it was 100% not a dream sent by the emperor, because the emperor in the dream felt more like some hidden thoughts deep in his heart or simply another side.
Somewhere, Perturabo could even realize who caused him to have this strange dream - Angron.
"It's retribution."
Perturabo sat with his back against the gravel.
"Damn Angron, his damn ability, and his damn ability for not telling me..."
"I deserve to die too."
Perturabo said to himself when no one was around.
Sometimes I hold my head and think, sometimes I beat my chest, sometimes I hesitate.
Finally the Lord of Steel sat down again.
He realized that the Twelve Legions had left the defense line, but they should still stay and continue fighting.
And based on experience, he quickly guessed what the Twelve Legions might be doing now.
But thinking of this, Perturabo shook his head vigorously to get rid of the thought.
"Dantioch!"
"Dantioch!"
Perturabo roared.
Seeing that no one came down, he continued to shout: "I heard your voice. I know you came down to look for me when I was sleeping. Get off here! Now!"
A man with quick skills The Iron Warriors quickly came to Perturabo.
“Now you are my trident.”
Dantioch, who thought the primarch would ask about the Twelve Legions, Angron and the anesthetic, was suddenly sealed , this Iron Warrior was completely confused and couldn't figure out the situation.
But Perturabo is like this. He may pick up a random warrior and beat him to half death, or he may suddenly upgrade a warrior.
"Lead the two large battalions away from the defense line, attack the ancient building where the more than 600 losers once lived, and occupy it."
The Lord of Steel spoke with a voice like thunder.
“Bring more engineering equipment, bring more materials, capture that damn place, and build an outpost.”
“I’ve had enough of this damn planet, I We must use progressive positional warfare to completely kill those bugs!”
After saying the order, Perturabo lowered his head and pondered, as if he was checking for gaps or calculating something.
"This is impossible." Dantioch said, "This is no different from dying, you know..."
Perturabo's knee pressed against Dantioch's chest.
Dantioch was knocked over and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.
“Go or die.” Perturabo stepped on Dantioch’s back, “Either you complete the task I gave you, or you bring me the victory of the entire war, otherwise You know what your fate will be.”
……
The two battalions of the Iron Warriors totaled more than 1,500 space warriors trudging through the sea of worms.
Heavy tanks opened the way in front, the infantry walked behind, and a transport team carrying a large amount of engineering materials and equipment drove in the middle.
The two camps will not only have more than 1,500 people, but these are not two complete camps, but patchworks. These people even have the "war" responsibility of the camp commander. Blacksmith” none.
The sea of insects impacted the entire team.
The shadows of ancient buildings in the distance are looming, but it feels like you can't get there no matter how far you walk.
The enemies are endless.
This alien race is not powerful, and has no characteristics other than being large in number. But even so, when the battle in the Novshendak galaxy first began, the Emperor came to this galaxy in person to participate in the battle. .
It was not to pick up Kiel and others like when he came to Novshandak for the second time, nor to send over 50,000 people from the Twelve Legions like when he came here for the third time, and Inform Perturabo that his brother is coming.
The first time the Emperor came here was to participate in the war, to help the Fourth Legion capture the most difficult planet in the galaxy, so that the Legion could gain a foothold in this galaxy and continue to engage in positional warfare against the aliens. .
You can imagine how difficult this alien race is.
The blood of the Zerg aliens was sprayed everywhere, mixed with the strong winds whipped up by the harsh natural environment of the planet.
The swamp on the ground is extremely difficult to pass, and the transport vehicles in the team have begun to lag behind.
Dantioch had no time to think and make decisions. His hands had not stopped since they were outside the defense line, killing aliens non-stop.
During the battle, he gradually became numb for a long time, and even some phantoms began to appear in front of his eyes.
A space warrior with blue shoulder armor and white torso is killing aliens. He is wearing a cloak with skulls everywhere on it.
"Commander of the Kiel Army?" Dantioch subconsciously called.
However, the illusion really stopped and turned to look at Dantioch.
Both of them were stunned for less than a second.
“Why are you here?”
Kiel and Dantioch asked each other questions at the same time.
Then the two of them answered each other's questions at the same time, but no longer spoke in unison.
"I was sent to capture this damn place and build a defense line."
"We will set up defense here after leaving your Iron Warriors defense line."
(End of chapter )