Chapter 201 Lord of Steel, Goodbye
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A small transport ship carried Perturabo and a small number of Iron Warriors into the atmosphere of Little Nuceria.
Little Nuceria.
Angron directly used this name as an official name.
In the transport ship cabin, Dantioch stood in front of the Lord of Steel. He was fully armed and was preparing to accept the instructions from the Gene Father. He would immediately join the battle and establish a defense line after the transport ship arrived at the surface fortress.
Perturabo stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the heir in front of him.
After a brief silence, the Lord of Steel slowly spoke: "You don't have to participate in the battle, I have other plans for you. You, you come with me to see that bastard Angron."
Dantioch said nothing, but he felt dissatisfied in his heart.
Last time in the Battle of Novshendak V, the Lord of the Twelve Legions saved the lives of Dantioch and many other Iron Warriors, but Perturabo ordered him to steal ten The weapon of the Lord of the Second Legion.
There was no other way, so Dantioch had no choice but to do so, because he hoped that the battalion he led and the soldiers who had been defeated by the Lord of Steel could return to the legion.
Now that the Lord of Steel spoke again, Dantioch didn’t know what bad idea he had been holding back and what arrangements he had for himself.
"We are here to fight, Lord, please let me command the battle." Dantioch tried to find reasons for fighting.
Facing the greenskins with the battle brothers is much easier than facing the Lord of the Twelve Legions with the Gene Father.
“Why do you fight, even if you are my trident.” Perturabo said, “You don’t understand my thoughts at all, and you can’t implement the principle of being strong both internally and externally. What command operations?"
"Yes, I will accompany you to meet the Lord of the Twelve Legions." Dantioch said.
Perturabo saw dissatisfaction in Dantioch's eyes, but he didn't care,
because he wanted to make Dantioch familiar to Angron. The heir accompanied him to meet Angron, and he could only use words that were most unacceptable to Dantioch to belittle him. This was the legitimate reason for not letting Dantioch command the battle.
“Angron may not be happy to see me, and he may give me a blow like the one I gave him last time, but you, Dantioch, have Angron’s approval, and he will show off. Can’t I keep you?”
The Lord of Steel thought in his heart.
Dantioch did not hear these words that echoed in the heart of the Gene Father. He suppressed his dissatisfaction and stood behind Perturabo.
Perturabo walked outside the cabin and into the loading bay.
Ten thousand Iron Warriors are already lined up on the deck of this cabin.
The heavy armors that the Fourth Legion is proud of are also arrayed like soldiers.
There are even weapons that are not in the hands of the soldiers, but stored in black and yellow patterned containers.
Even the weapons are very neat, revealing the Lord of Steel's high requirements and standards for his legion.
Some legion servants were present doing chores, trembling as they looked at the murderous superhuman warriors in front of them.
But the Lord of Steel was not as calm as he seemed at this time.
As the transport ship got closer to the fortress, Perturabo's worries became heavier and heavier.
When he and Angron parted ways last time, although Angron was quite particular about taking a photo with him, it felt a bit like "the kindness has been exhausted".
It feels like... it's not out of recognition and admiration for the strength and ability of the Lord of Steel, but out of the friendship between the legions that he was forced to take a photo...
The more Perturabo thought about it, the more he felt. One thing is likely to happen - Angron will hate himself, give himself a blow, and not greet him in the fortress.
"Forget it if you don't welcome me, better yet, stay away from me." Perturabo thought to himself.
Angron's abilities are too unreasonable, too arrogant, and too excessive.
The ability to directly reveal the innermost feelings of others...
Perturabo thought about it, feeling that Angron was as pervasive as the sea breeze, and as the sea breeze invaded the fortress, the steel would rust.
I really should stay away from Angron. I have been corrupted by Angron and changed. If I really become friends with him, I don’t know what he will become like.
He is too unreasonable, just like his ability.
Thinking about it, Perturabo's expression became more serious.
The Tridents who had just gathered saw the deep back of the Lord of Steel and felt that the Gene Father was not in a good mood.
These elites of the Fourth Legion, the Tridents, slowly slowed down and made as little noise as possible, lest they be picked up and beaten up by the Gene Father like some unlucky guy before.
Or, like Dantioch, he may be criticized for not being strong enough, which is also not good.
“See if there is anyone near the landing site.” Perturabo suddenly gave the order, and his voice exploded like a cannonball in the silent cabin.
A servitor quickly went to check and then reported back: "The Lord of the Eighteenth Legion is at the landing site."
"Only the Lord of the Eighteenth Legion?"
Perturabo wanted to ask this, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that it was not a good question to ask, so he swallowed the words.
The servitor didn't get the order, and when the Lord of Steel didn't say a word, he quickly got away.
The transport ship is getting closer to the landing site.
The hull, like other battleships, does not have portholes in order to follow Perturabo's tenet of "there must be no weaknesses."
Perturabo couldn't see what was going on outside, and it was really uncomfortable.
The transport ship gradually stopped.
The hatch opens slowly.
Vulkan brought the Chapter Leaders here to welcome the arrival of the Lord of the Fourth Legion. When he saw Perturabo's face, he was stunned for a moment.
The first impression that brother Perturabo gave the Fire Dragon Lord was that he was very difficult to get along with, very, very difficult to get along with.
“Brother.” Vulkan said bravely.
The Fire Dragon Lord is always gentle and humble, no matter who he faces. Even though Perturabo seemed to have the word "difficult to get along with" written all over his face, Vulkan felt that as long as he remained humble and gentle, Perturabo might not cause trouble for him.
"..." Perturabo walked off the transport ship in silence.
The Iron Warriors poured out of the transport ship, and then the servitors began to carry the supplies brought to this world.
“Why should we introduce the green skin to this world instead of directly blowing up the world?”
Perturabo frowned and glanced at the turbulent green sea outside the fortress.
"What a failure, what a failure! Let the greenskins join forces and fight in a worthless world. I really don't know what you and Angron are thinking."< br>
Vulkan's face didn't look good either: "Distribute the greenskins evenly to the star sector? Angron and I can at least ensure that more people in the star sector don't want to take care of them because the greenskins And evacuate."
"Evacuating civilians?" Perturabo didn't care. "The people in this sector should only have one outcome, and that is to die in battle, if they cannot be as strong as steel. They deserve to die at the hands of the greenskins and other aliens." "Survival of the fittest," Perturabo said again, "The environment of your home star Nocturne is so harsh. Don’t the people there still know the principle of survival of the fittest? Don’t tell me that it was the people there who taught you to be like this.”
Vulkan's nose twitched, and steam-like breath blew out of his nose.
The Fire Dragon Lord glared at Perturabo and tightened his grip on the hammer.
Perturabo had a cold and serious expression, frowning.
"Although we have different ideas, at least you came to help."
The voice came.
Angron, Qin Xia and some company commanders of the Twelfth Legion walked towards the landing site.
Perturabo smiled.
"Dantioch!" Angron walked directly in front of the Lord of Steel and came to Dantioch, "Are you okay?"
Perturabo The smile disappears.
"Very well, Lord of the Twelve Legions. I'm sorry about what happened last time." Dantioch said.
"Nothing." Angron shook his head, and then walked to Perturabo, "Brother, you are eager for me to greet you, but you are worried that I will make an unnecessary show of force like you and leave you hanging at the landing site. Go ahead, just like you did to me before.”
“It’s a bit like judging others by yourself,” Qin Xia said with a smile.
Angron looked at his father and smiled at each other: "I think so."
"It's really a headache for these two people to stand together." Angron said, "Peg Turabo, did you think so just now? But I also know that you are very happy, and I am very happy that I did not retaliate against you like you."
Perturabo frowned, "The battle is so tense, but you are. Chatting here?”
"My brother, the master of defensive warfare, can't see that we are holding on with ease?" Angron said, "You are a little overwhelmed."
"..." Perturabo didn't want to say anything.
Angron stretched out his hand: "Thank you for coming to support us, brother. Your Fourth Legion has joined the war in the Onus sector, and the counterattack is just around the corner."
Perturabo raised his eyebrows. , holding Angron's hand.
Angron looked at the others again: "The weapons and equipment in those containers are gifts from the Fourth Legion, please move them away."
The company commanders immediately arranged manpower to carry them.
"I didn't say those things were yours." Perturabo said solemnly.
"Didn't you say that?" Angron stretched out his index finger and tapped Perturabo's breastplate with his knuckles, "That's not what you said in your heart. Don't worry, I will accept your gift. , and then say thank you."
"Hahaha!" Qin Xia suddenly laughed, "Support justice and sanctions!"
Peturabo glared at Qin Xia and remained silent.
Dantioch observed the Gene Father and found that the Gene Father had no temper at all at this time.
It seems that the ability of the Lord of the Twelve Legions is indeed unreasonable. It makes the Lord of Steel become strange.
The quadrant came slowly.
As a narrator, he wants to record this scene.
"Come, Quadrant, take a picture of me and my brothers." Angron put an arm around Vulkan's shoulders and the other around Perturabo's shoulders.
Perturabo frowned: "I..."
"You know what I will say." Angron interrupted.
Perturabo stopped talking and silently took photos with Angron and Vulkan.
Take photos in the quadrant, then divide the photos into three parts and give them to the three original bodies respectively.
Vulkan took the photo and put it into his breastplate.
Angron took the photo and put it in his pocket.
Perturabo took the photo and threw it to Dantioch.
Dantioch seemed to have discovered something in the office during the Lord of Steel, so he quickly raised his hand to catch the photo and put it in his backpack.
"Let's get down to business." Perturabo said, "I can't accept using this planet as a green skin reservoir. I think we should destroy this place and let the green skins disperse so that we can More troops can be deployed to various places in the entire sector."
Angron said to Vulcan without even looking at Perturabo: "The Fourth Army is here, it's stable. ”
Vulkan nodded.
Angron looked at Perturabo again: "Our brother is a master of defensive warfare. No matter how many greenskins gather on this planet, we can defend it as long as we have him."
Perturabo was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then expressed his position: "Give me the command, and I can make our defense line on this planet withstand all greenskin attacks."
(End of this chapter )