Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

On Cadia, Perturabo was at the rear of the battlefield, using a lot of intelligence from the front line to carry out supply mobilization and battle line planning. Here he showed excellent strategic capabilities and logistical capabilities that were no less than Guilliman.

Dorn took the Black Templars and the Lamenters to the front line. He appeared on the most difficult battlefields and used the powerful abilities of the original body to break the deadlock.

Suddenly, Perturabo felt a murderous intention coming from behind him. He suddenly looked back and saw a plant planted by a Cadian officer trembling slightly.

"Well...."

Perturabo looked at the grass suspiciously for a long time. He silently aimed several automatic turrets at the plant and pinched the stool under his butt. He was really psychologically affected by Slaanesh.

"What's the matter, my lord?" The Weeper noticed Perturabo's nervousness.

Perturabo looked at the wailer, then knocked his head, "No, it's nothing. Maybe I'm a little tired."

Perturabo turned his head and tried to focus on the holographic combat map. But it was really hard for him to ignore the chill coming from behind, so he banged the table angrily and aimed at the harmless plant with the bolt gun installed on his arm.

Wait...something's wrong...

Perturabo's hair stood up, and he suddenly activated the iron wings behind him. The iron feathers flew together quickly, forming a huge shield around Perturabo.

Then the long sword struck, and the collision between the sword and the shield made the ears of others in the command room numb. Perturabo felt unprecedented pressure from Tie Yi's feedback.

What happened? My stool is not working either? Who attacked me?

Perturabo gritted his teeth and poured a large amount of energy into the iron wings, trying to repel the attacker with an energy shock.

boom!

The energy shock swept through the entire command room. The Lamenters and the Expeditionary Force soldiers relied on Aegis to survive. However, the Cadian officers were not so lucky. Their bodies were severely burned and it was difficult to move, but they could still Gasping was enough for Perturabo to show mercy.

Perturabo took advantage of the impact and hurriedly stepped back. He saw an unnatural mist in the energy turbulence, and a powerful and cruel beast was walking towards him from the darkness in the mist.

"What the hell is this?" Perturabo couldn't help but cursed.

"The executioner of traitors, that's all you need to know."

The cold voice felt familiar yet strange to Perturabo. He carefully identified the black shadow and then asked, "Lion King Lion? How...how did you wake up?"

Lion Lion, who had liberated the essence of subspace, was too lazy to answer Perturabo's questions. In his eyes, Perturabo was a traitor who had died long ago. Lion swore that he would kill Perturabo and skin him as a warning to those who rebelled.

There is no point in talking, these traitors must die and then rush to Terra.

Ryan had made up his mind and charged at Perturabo with his weapon raised. Being targeted by a beast eager to kill is not a good feeling. Perturabo was shocked by Ryan who was wrapped in fog. He hurriedly opened his mouth to explain, but all he received was a powerful and heavy slash from the long sword.

The Wailers tried to help Perturabo, and they opened fire on Llane. The blazing light of the detonating rifle surprised Ryan a little, but that was all. The mist protected him tightly, and the explosive beam disappeared into it without a trace. Seeing that long-range attacks were ineffective, several mourners immediately drew their swords and stepped forward.

"Wait! You idiots!" Perturabo tried to stop them. Lion King Lion was notoriously cruel.

Sure enough, these Wailers were beheaded by a sword without even being able to sustain themselves for a single round under Ryan's hand. The improved power armor and Aegis could not stop the Lion King's slashing at all.

Ryan looked at the dead wailer with no regrets in his heart, and he looked at Perturabo with even more hatred. Because he smelled the Warp in the armor and blood of the Lamenters, Isha, Slaanesh, Nurgle...

"Damn you madman! They shouldn't die in your hands! I knew you, the madman, would be up to no good after you wake up!" Perturabo was angry at the passing of these weepers, and he used all his power armor to The weapon is activated, vowing to make Lion Lion pay the price.

Ryan narrowed his eyes, sniffing the smell of blood in the air like a wild animal. He smelled the warp pollution in the Lamenter's corpse, and the smell of Isa, Nurgle, Slaanesh, etc. made Lion even more murderous. And the Iron Warriors who built artillery positions outside verified that Ryan's judgment was not wrong.

Perturabo is the traitor leader, the Iron Warriors are the traitor followers, the Lamenters are well-disguised traitors, and the Expeditionary Force and Cadian officers are bewitched cultists.

In a word, they all deserve to die.

If you sniff carefully, Fulgen and the others will also be killed.

Ryan held the sword tightly and came to Perturabo in one step. If Iron Wings hadn't reacted so quickly, Perturabo would have been injured in Ryan's quick attack.

......

"Perturabo, I need fire support, the sooner the better."

Dorn held the communicator and shouted. He waited for three seconds but did not hear any echo from the noise. So he handed the communicator to a Black Templar, "I give you an important task. Call Perturabo every three seconds and ask him to carry out artillery strikes at the following coordinates. Do you understand?"

The Black Templar who took over the communicator looked at Dorn's face and almost fainted with happiness. His state made Dorn feel uneasy, so he was going to let a weeper be responsible for calling Perturabo.

"No! My father! I can do it!" the Black Templars shouted, begging Dorn not to cruelly take this opportunity away from him. While pleading with Dorne, he also stopped the wailers who wanted to come up with a dangerous look.

"Then do your best." Dorn patted his shoulder and then walked out of the temporary fortress. And the Black Templar also sent a message to Perturabo every three seconds, and there was no sign of boredom.

Was the headquarters attacked by the enemy?

Dorn thought as he looked at the enemy in the distance. Then he sighed and excluded Perturabo from his next plans.

Just a few days ago, Dorne was always receiving combat feedback from the front line. Among those very difficult degraded bodies, there are also many demonic iron men with advanced designs. These machines can easily tear through the Cadian defenses and cause huge casualties to the expeditionary force.

A few days ago, Dorn dismantled an Iron Man as big as the Knight Titan with his bare hands. The anti-infantry lightning magnetic coating on the outer shell made his palms ache.

"Lord Dorn, the defense line of Area 15 has been breached."

"Yes." Dorn responded, and then led his troops to put out the fire.