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

The Iron Warriors carried out the war of extermination in an orderly manner. Facing these civilians who had no power to resist, their steps were as light as students on a spring outing.

A group of citizens are marched in shackles and chains, dragged by the war smiths, which will be used to fill the legions of slave labor, a woman is crying on the road, holding in her arms a crumbled body, judging by the shape and size , should be her child who was hit by the bomb.

Perturabo could hear the screams of the entire city in the flames of war, but when he focused on the suffering individuals in the city, he could not hear any sounds.

That's right, all of this is just a scene he simulated based on his memory. He never paid attention to it before. No matter how much he simulates and reproduces it, he can't show things he didn't remember.

So what is all this for? Redemption or torture?

Perturabo looked at the molten metal and flames, emptied his spirit, and became desireless, with only a heavy meaning on his face.

"I am them...they are me..."

Perturabo thought of Horus and the Emperor. He thought he would gain respect and recognition by switching to the other side's lineup, but what he got in exchange was endless hard work.

During the long siege of Terra, the Alpha Legion fought from left to right, and no one knew whether they were truly rebellious or loyal.

Angron's confused idiot showed his slave side to the fullest. He was the stupidest and stupidest in all offensive battles.

What if you become a demon? Wasn't it beaten into a puddle of immovable meat under gunfire...

Fulgrim...that's even more important. The originally glorious Emperor's Children degenerated into a group of drug addicts. They were not even as useful as the brainless World Eaters.

They will only develop twisted gameplay driven by desire that would disgust Perturabo, and Perturabo's invitation to them has always been to stuff extermination cannons into their skin.

He still remembered that the company commander of the Emperor's Children came to him to discuss the situation of the war and asked if they could draw million slaves from their reserves to create a pleasure formation.

Perturabo asked, can this formation help the Legion destroy the Empire?

The Captain of the Emperor's Children replied, What destroyed the Empire? What empire to destroy?

Unable to bear it, Perturabo finally stuffed the Captain of the Emperor's Children, who was only thinking about pleasure and indulgence, into a cannonball and shot it onto the walls of Terra.

The Death Guard... There's nothing wrong with them, but like the Word Bearers' legion, they have a useless leader.

As for Horus... The thought of Horus made Perturabo furious. That bastard actually wanted to dismantle his legions and followed the example of the bullshit Emperor and asked him to do the dirty work. live.

No one can tell me what to do! No one can!

"Hahaha..." Perturabo chuckled softly. He remembered how he left an unforgettable memory for Horus's legions. He really didn't know how they struggled under the gunfire. of.

The bloody Legion of Glory! Shit Warmaster! Let me eat shit in the cannon fodder and mud!

The pleasure lasted for a while, then was filled with emptiness. Perturabo fell into silence, waiting for the simulated recall process to end.

The sky grew dark, as if Perturabo had been standing there all day.

A team of Terminators cautiously approached Perturabo, and Captain Frix reported the situation to the Lord of Steel.

"My lord," he said, "the resistance has been wiped out, we have put all those who are fit for service into slave camps, and we are testing qualified young people to join the legion. We are wiping out four-fifths of the population. The th Battalion is setting up a warning pile..."

Perturabo did not speak. He knew what the warning pile was, a hill made of bones, suppressing the resistance of the defeated with despair and fear.

Perturabo raised his hand to signal Frix to shut up. He didn't really want to hear what the company commander said, not because there was anything he did that made him dissatisfied, but because he knew that Frix was just a ghost in the simulation.

"That's it? Don't you have anything else to say?"

"My Lord..." Frix knelt on the ground, and the other Terminators also knelt down. "Is there anything missing? It has far exceeded the mission target."

"But this is not what I want." Perturabo looked at the ruins, not knowing who he was talking to, or whether he was seeing Olympia or the foundry of Medengard.

"Am I crazy? What have I become? What else can I do?"

Frix and the other Terminators looked at each other. They did not understand what the Lord of Steel was saying, nor could they understand the reason for the fear shown by the Lord of Steel.

Maybe the abyss has finally swallowed steel? Frix thought this. As one of the most trusted people of the original body, he could only give tentative advice.

"What is done is what is done, my Primarch. If you are confused by your mission, then the other warriors within the Legion must be shaken..."

"Tell me that not all of you followed my orders without question..."

Frix always felt that the primarch's answers were expectant and pleading, like a child who has done something wrong and wants to be comforted.

This weird emotion did not extend from his data, but continued to run along the original plot of the simulation.

"There are a small number of people ... who have refused to take up arms against civilians and we are dealing with them."

"very good."

Perturabo blinked, with a little tear in his eyes, and then the entire scene shattered, leaving only Perturabo's control body and the completely damaged bionic robot lying on the ground.

Standing up from the groove, Perturabo threw the control body aside, and carefully picked up the bionic robot on the ground with his hands after becoming a demon.

A door opened on the ground, and Perturabo's huge body slowly walked into it. He hung the bionic robot on a wall equipped with a stasis stand.

There is not just this bionic robot here, but a robot body, and each robot is damaged differently.

Some bodies exploded, as if Perturabo had inserted his fist into them, some had just broken necks, and some were completely torn into pieces.

But no matter what fate they suffered, these robots with superb craftsmanship all met their end of death and destruction.

"If...if you didn't rebel...I wouldn't have to go back...Why..."

Fulgrim is also a primarch whose reasons for betrayal are extremely complicated. In fact, judging from the reasons, the strangest betrayal is actually Mortarion.