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

"It's not that love has not opened its door to you, it's that you have never accepted love from anyone. The person you hate recognized you and left you with an army strong enough to conquer the stars, but how did you repay it? This respect? You asked the legions to kill eleven, and also asked their comrades to do this in person. "

"Because they failed."

"Why did you fail? Is it because you didn't do your best? When you competed with Andos, didn't you do your best? Then why didn't you commit suicide? Instead, you angrily attacked the two of you. Smash all people’s works?”

Perturabo didn't reply. He just closed his eyes and endured his sister's questioning. No one knew what he was thinking.

"You wasted soldiers to prove something that didn't exist, and became even more angry when no one recognized your decision. Your impatience has caused generations of young people on the planet to go to their graves. You can't see the empty streets. You You can’t hear the cries of your mother and your wife. Now you decide to kill all these women who bore you too.”

“This is necessary to rebuild Olympia.”

"Haha..." Perturabo's sister was speechless. She grabbed the armrest next to her and let the tears in her eyes fall to the ground.

Perturabo did not dare to look into his sister's eyes, but focused his gaze on the wrinkles on her face carved by time.

"Where is the oath you gave me? Is the big boy who once wanted war gone?"

The oath is dead, and so is the big boy.

Perturabo wanted to reply like this, but did not say it. He recalled that during the Dawn Star War, his legion cooperated with the Thousand Sons once or twice.

What did he say then? Oh, right. He expressed his ideals to his men and told them what they should do.

"No matter how bright the flowers are, I would not let a young child run to the edge of a cliff to pick flowers without stopping him. Likewise, I would not let you run to the fourth level of this fortress without a map and proper training. Near the Legion Mine Defense Zone. We have to put aside our childish and ignorant ideas and do the right thing, now do you know why we have to do our best to save as many people as possible?"

A particularly shrill scream came, followed by a low whimper that couldn't be ignored.

Perturabo knew that these were sounds from outside, but why he could hear these unexpected sounds from the isolation of the thick wall, he did not know. Maybe it was the little bit of sanity he had left that was still torturing his heart?

But the memory was cut off again after all, and Perturabo changed from an idealist to a butcher in his sister's mouth.

"No one wants my ideal..." Perturabo's voice lowered, and he took a few steps closer, wanting to be closer to his sister. He wanted to speak with his real voice, rather than being adjusted by the sound generator. The sound of metal.

Perturabo's sister watched him approach, waiting for his next words.

"The Emperor gave me ungrateful missions, and I endured them. My men were abandoned by their comrades to face their worst fears, and I endured them. My talents were ignored by my brothers, and my Legion Our reputation is not known, our victories are not remembered, my brothers, they only think of me in the most difficult times and say this in a mocking tone."

"Oh! Look! It's the Iron Warriors! Here come these shithole cleaning experts! We're finally free from the bad days of digging trenches."

"I put up with all this because I don't care."

"But...but...but!" Perturabo repeated several times. His voice was no longer as gentle as before, but became louder and louder.

"But I can't stand another betrayal of their ideals! I bear all this in order to build a society full of poetry and dance, where everyone can live in their job! But look at my brothers! They are not on the highest mountain They drank wine and talked about reason and art! They only fought with each other! They rebelled against their father and killed their brothers! They had no better reason! I've had enough of this, I don't care about loyalty and rebellion, I I just want to find a reason to fight until I destroy everything I hate! I destroy everything you don’t care about!"

Perturabo's sister smiled, but her smile was obviously tragic and understanding.

"I finally understand why you are so awkward..." she said. "You despise love so much, but you long for love so deep in your heart."

"Enough!" Perturabo shouted, with a hint of pleading in his words.

"You have ignored other people's love for you time and time again, and trampled on their love until it was worthless."

"I said enough!" Perturabo grabbed his sister with his hands and stared at her. Their eyes were finally level. No one needed to lower his head, and no one needed to look up.

"Until no one chooses to love you, and you start to blame them for neglecting you..." Perturabo's sister was a little suffocated, but she still held her breath and spoke, and she put her hand on Perturabo I hope I can borrow some strength from the cold armor.

"No! No! No!" Perturabo had lost control. His hands grabbed his sister's body and squeezed out the remaining life in this mortal body bit by bit.

Perturabo's sister smiled mockingly, with a mocking tone that Perturabo could hear.

"You...you are really...the biggest fool I have ever seen..."

"I'm not a fool! I'm not!"

Perturabo squeezed his sister like a little doll he didn't like, staring at her with angry eyes, waiting for mercy or an apology to come.

Nothing at all.

There was no reply, either wanted or not.

Crackling lightning was generated in Perturabo's hands, and a little bit of black engine oil began to seep out.

Only then did Perturabo react. He threw his sister's body on the ground and watched as her internal mechanical structure twisted and protruded due to the hard squeeze. His tilted head and completely dull eyes stared at Perturabo's. At a loss.

So again....

Perturabo wanted to cover his face, but didn't. He just let out an unexpected yet reasonable whimper from his throat.

He turned his head, walked towards the door, and saw Lokos today from the high steps.

A group of blood-stained and ragged people were running around in the streets. They did not know the rules of war and had no ability to protect themselves.

BOY~