Chapter 206 The Phoenix and the Iron Hand
“You are the leader of this war, and this will not change.”
“Don’t worry that Fulgrim and Ferus will take it away. Your dominance, otherwise they would not choose to come here after learning about the situation on this planet, and directly choose to lead the legion to fight back against the greenskins in the Onus sector. "
Angron was defeated by Petu. Labo was talking a little irritably, and chose to directly address Perturabo's biggest concern.
"Leadership?" Perturabo said in a deep voice, "This is not a matter of dominance. You have to drag me here in this damn place..."
As he spoke, the Lord of Steel gradually fell silent.
Probably he is thinking about what Angron is capable of and whether his defense is meaningful.
Qin Xia looked sideways at Perturabo.
Perturabo happened to be looking at Qin Xia at this time.
But Qin Xia didn’t know why Perturabo looked at him, and what the Lord of Steel wanted to express with his expression at this time.
As a person without Angron's ability to read minds, it was extremely difficult to understand Perturabo's thoughts.
"The Lord of Steel." Qin Xia said, "Any psychological analysis theory on you seems naive and helpless. You are simply the nemesis of psychologists. Your psychology is like that of the Fourth Legion. The fate of the soldiers who were killed was the same, completely random and without warning."
Perturabo was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "Soldiers like you have to be dealt with ten times a day in the Fourth Army. "
"Fortunately, I am not a member of the Fourth Army, thank God." Qin Xia looked away, "Whoever becomes your subordinates will be extremely unlucky, because of those people. The people around you seem to be under the sword of Damocles from the moment they see you, and there is no telling when they will be unlucky."
"..." Perturabo was silent.
The transport ship slowly landed on the landing site.
A small number of Third Legion soldiers lined up first and walked out after the hatch slowly lowered.
The original bodies of the two legions that arrived only brought a small number of troops. Before they came, they had informed their brothers that they would deploy more troops in other parts of the Onus sector. Prepare for a future counterattack after mortals are completely evacuated to a safe galaxy.
Stepping out after the soldiers of the Third Legion was the third Primarch Fulgrim.
When the Primarch appeared in public view, everyone who had not seen him before was surprised.
Because no matter in terms of temperament, figure, appearance, or other aspects, this original body is like the perfect protagonist created in some kind of book, the perfect image of the hero in some ancient legends and modern myths.
Fulgrim wears purple armor.
Purple represents nobility and magnificence... There was a word in Terra's extremely distant era - "Born in the Purple Chamber".
The descendants of Fulgrim, the Space Marines of the Third Legion, also wear purple as the main color, and the shoulder armor is decorated with double-headed eagles and lightning bolts.
That was a favor given by the Emperor himself to the Third Legion. They were allowed to wear symbols symbolizing the Emperor and the Empire, and call themselves the "Emperor's Sons".
This was a mighty Legion, and their perfect Primarch.
Ferrus Manus is at Fulgrim's side.
Compared to Fulgrim, Ferus's image is much lower-key. The equipment on his body is mainly black. His brilliance as a original body is somewhat obscured by Fulgrim.
But Ferus didn't mind this. He was talking and laughing with Fulgrim as he walked. It was obvious that his relationship with Fulgrim was not generally good.
Ferrus's legion is called the Iron Hands, but at this time the legion members did not appear in front of everyone, only he landed here with Fulgrim.
"Angron, Vulkan, Perturabo."
"My brothers."
Fulgrim's voice was particularly beautiful when he spoke, and he approached the three in a gentle manner. The Primarch has been waiting here for a long time.
He first hugged Angron, then wanted to hug Vulkan but was refused, so he changed it to a decent salute, and finally only shook hands when facing Perturabo.
And Perturabo didn't even look at Fulgrim.
Although he had long heard about the horribly bad interpersonal relationships of the Lord of Steel, Angron still wondered what Fulgrim had done to offend Perturabo.
Until he sensed Perturabo's mentality at this time.
A kind of jealousy, dissatisfaction.
Perturabo was jealous of the praise and attention that the Third Legion received from the Emperor. In his opinion, the achievements of the Fourth Legion and the Third Legion were almost the same, and there were even many opponents that the Third Legion had difficulty solving. Only the Fourth Legion could solve it, but the Emperor never paid as much attention to the Fourth Legion as he did to the Third.
“Oh, my brother’s adoptive father, the master of the Twelve Legions’ Think Tank.” Fulgrim looked at Qin Xia, walked up to Qin Xia, bowed slightly and extended his hand in a decent manner.
Qin Xia shook hands with Fulgrim.
From the perspective of a latecomer, Qin Xia observed Fulgrim.
If you didn’t know that Fulgrim would become the demon prince of Slaanesh in the future, and that he would transform from the noble phoenix that feels like a spring breeze to a snake, then it would be really enjoyable to get along with Fulgrim. of.
"Do you know my father?" Angron asked.
"The kind of acquaintance you said we had met? No. But I know his and your names and deeds." Fulgrim replied with a smile, "The annihilation battle against the Ada aliens was amazingly beautiful. , just perfect like art, bro.”
Angron nodded with a smile and glanced at Perturabo.
Perturabo frowned and narrowed his eyes, and began to wonder dissatisfiedly about the purpose of Angron's sudden glance at him.
Then Angron felt it and found that Fulgrim's praise was sincere and not false.
Compared to Fulgrim's activeness, Ferus is much silent.
It wasn't until Fulgrim finished what he had to say that Ferus stepped forward and squinted his eyes to observe the Space Marines fighting in the fortress.
There are not many people in the 18th Legion, and the 4th Legion will be busy underground, so most of the people fighting the greenskins are the soldiers of the 12th Legion.
"As expected of the Twelve Legions." Ferus said in a dull voice, "There is no mutation in the gene seeds. If there are many people, they can charge fiercely and they can afford to die."
This sentence To others, it would be tantamount to a provocation, whether it was Angron, the Lord of the Twelve Legions, or Fulgrim. On the one hand, the gene-seed of Fulgrim's Third Legion was severely mutated, and a disease called the Blight spread among the Legion.
On the other hand, for the Twelve Legions, the fierce charge is true. After all, the Twelve Legions were previously divided into several units and dispersed in various expedition fleets to be used as assault troops. And he has won countless honors and admiration for his genetic father, Angron.
But saying that a large number of people deserve to die does not sound like a compliment in any case, although it is true
But the problem is...
Ferrus who said this does not have any The provocation is meant to be provocative, but the praise and admiration in his heart are genuine.
He was trying to use a compliment to get closer to the brother he met for the first time.
Angron sensed this and could only respond with an awkward smile: "Indeed, indeed."
Qin Xia and Angron looked at each other helplessly. They both knew that Ferus was a person with relatively low emotional intelligence.
But Ferus is not a bad person after all.
Character is not that hard to figure out either.
It is not that the weather is uncertain and you can do whatever you want.
Thinking like this, Angron looked at Perturabo again.
Perturabo raised his head slightly, a trace of doubt flashing in his heart.
But the Lord of Steel has a keen mind and is not as slow in interpersonal communication as Ferus, so he quickly figured out the reason why Angron looked at him twice.
After snorting coldly, Perturabo turned and left under the confused eyes of everyone except Angron.
Angron quickly chased after him.
"What's going on?" Vulkan frowned.
Fulgrim smiled and said nothing.
Ferrus said expressionlessly: "Perturabo is so weird. Trying to figure out what he thinks is tantamount to wishful thinking."
Qin Xia thought for a while and slowly nod.
"Indeed."
……
Within the headquarters.
Perturabo didn't know when he felt better again, and sat silently on the chair.
The other Primarchs sat in the same chairs as the Iron Lord.
As an important participant in this war, Qin Xia sat next to Angron.
A total of six people held a war meeting together.
Since everything from Angron to Perturabo followed Vulkan's initial strategic ideas, Vulkan was the first to introduce the battle situation in the Onus sector so far.
“Before the arrival of Angron, the Eighteenth Legion and I learned about the Ork invasion after we solved the aliens. The astropaths in the border system transmitted astropathic messages before they died.”
"Then I arranged for the legion warriors to disperse to the sector to evacuate civilians, while I fought in the world that suffered the most violent attack, because I felt that my participation in the war could attract most of the green skins to this world and alleviate the Pressure from other worlds."
"Later, the Twelve Legions arrived, and a huge amount of green skins were accumulated in this world, and the evacuation work was carried out normally."
"Until now, the evacuation work has been completed. It’s almost here, you’ve arrived, there is no need for this world to exist as a reservoir that attracts most greenskins.”
As Vulkan spoke, the ancient relic that visually displayed the condition of the galaxy adjusted the displayed scenes with the words, from scenes in the past to scenes in the present.
Fulgrim stood up from his chair, walked to the tactical table, and observed the situation in the entire star sector.
The situation of the entire star sector is not presented by ancient relics, but comes from the exploration of combatants, space warriors or mortals from all over the star sector. This way of obtaining information has a considerable lag, but It is completely sufficient as a source of information to control the macro situation.
As can be seen on the star sector strategic map, the greenskins have opened up a transportation route directly to Little Nuceria in the star sector, occupying the world near the transportation route.
Most of their forces are now heading towards Little Nuceria, or have already arrived at Little Nuceria.
Like a group of ants discovering honey, they drop everything they are doing and go straight to the honey.
“Perfect.” Fulgrim nodded, “This is perfect.”
Perturabo looked at Fulgrim.
Fulgrim said excitedly: "We created a bait that the aliens flocked to, and then attracted them here. Those who would have died in the evacuation operation survived, and they are now able to retreat to safety. Galaxy."
"Then we will counterattack and directly kill all the alien enemies in this sector, clean them up and eliminate them completely."
"The number of casualties involving civilians will not be ugly, and the strategic mission given by our father will be completed!"
"The best of both worlds."
Except for Perturabo, the other original Everyone nodded in agreement.
Angron discovered that Perturabo actually agreed, but he just didn't express his opinion.
"You also accepted the other details on the way here."
Qin Xia took over the conversation.
"Now is the counterattack stage, but before that we have to kill the warlord-level orcs in the world."
"The performance of the green skins in this war can be described as extremely chaotic, completely Rely on instinct to pursue a more intense battle."
"But if a warlord appears and this warlord comes into contact with the huge number of greenskins in this world and gains traction, then our war will become difficult to fight. .”
(End of this chapter)