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

The Primarchs have their own personalities and fighting styles. Just as Perturabo is good at destroying everything with heavy firepower and barrages, his other brothers also have their own characteristics.

However, this feature looks similar overall, with slight differences in details.

According to the original body, the shape has arrived, but the bones are still different.

When Perturabo and Warmaster Horus raised troops to rebel against the emperor, the Warmaster tried his best to prevent Perturabo from fighting with other legions who were good at hiding and guerrillas.

For example, the White Scars of Jaghatai Khan, and the Raven Guard of Corax.

Perturabo knew in his heart that the fighting method he was good at was not suitable for dealing with these two brothers, and Khan would delay his expedition to Terra in guerrilla warfare.

Corax's stealthy assault would also cause his legions to suffer unnecessary losses.

Perturabo refused to admit this, but he still silently accepted the Warmaster's arrangement. The task of dealing with Corax is left to Alpha and the Night Lords.

"You kid is really... interesting..." Perturabo glanced around and focused on the shadow where the outline could not be seen.

So Corax's genes just awakened? Or is that gloomy guy showing up?

Perturabo didn't think about this problem for too long. The man-eating shark priest appeared from the blind spot of Perturabo's field of vision. The weapon in his hand swung towards Perturabo's waist again, hitting the spot where he had just attacked. The place.

Perturabo was hit on the waist again, and Lin Fan couldn't help shouting when he saw him being hit twice.

"Stop pretending, let's finish this quickly and go to the next boat to take a look. Take your hands out and don't worry about your crippled feet."

"Shut up!" Perturabo yelled at Lin Fan angrily, while thinking about what the God's Foot was.

However, Lin Fan's words also made Perturabo less playful. The hands he had been carrying hung down by his sides, just waiting for the next time the priest came out of the shadows to attack him.

The man-eating shark priest also seemed to know that Perturabo was ready, and he lurked in the shadows for a long time without appearing. This kind of waiting made Perturabo a little irritable.

The flamethrower mounted on his armor spit towards the shadows, illuminating the place brightly. He saw the priest's illusory figure and rushed forward, as unstoppable as a super-heavy chariot.

He stepped on the metal wall, his boots leaving traces on the wall like big prints. The priest dodged the blow and hit Perturabo's visor with his scepter.

This blow will definitely hit!

The priest thought this one second, and the next second he felt a heavy blow to his helmet. Then his vision rotated, his body flew in the air, and his illusory state was lifted.

Perturabo looked very unhappy. One of his hands was raised, with a plume of smoke coming out of his palm. There was also a huge slap mark on the side of the priest's skull helmet.

Lin Fan watched as Perturabo slapped the priest, fearing that he would kill the priest with one slap.

He rushed to the priest's immobile body and took off his helmet. All he saw was a pale face with a thin lip embedded in it, and the teeth were as sharp as jagged edges.

If any fortune teller looked at this face, he would be judged as being mean and unkind.

The priest's eyes were dark and terrifying, and his teeth opened and closed forcefully again and again, making clicking sounds.

Seeing the pastor like this, Lin Fan must be sick...

The Space Marines created from the Primarch all have genetic diseases to a greater or lesser extent.

Some are resolved, some are not.

Just like the Blood Angels, before Sanguinius returned, they could be called a group of ruthless and brainless ghouls.

However, Sanguinius used his perfect personality and care for the Legion to cure his son's rage, turning the Ninth Legion from a group of bloodthirsty madmen into warriors fighting for their ideals.

However, the World Eaters Legion next door began to decline after Angron joined. The originally normal legion went into an abyss that was difficult to save because of the Butcher's Nail and Angron's fury.

Later, after Sanguinius was brutally killed by Horus, the Blood Angels' already diseased gene-seed was inscribed with a new disease, the Black Rage.

This disease is different from a genetic disorder called blood thirst in that it originates from memory. All descendants of Sanguinius will retain part of the primarch's memory when implanted with gene-seed, and the moment when Sanguinius was killed by Horus was particularly profound.

On the eve of a battle, some small events will trigger this kind of memory, just like what people often say.

At this time, the warrior's mind will jump to the distant Great Crusade period, browsing the once glorious and glorious Great Crusade era in his memory.

When the memory flashed to the moment of Sanguinius's death, the memory invaded the warrior's independent brain, and the Black Fury won the victory.

The horrific events of ten thousand years ago would drive the warriors mad, feel the despair of the siege of Terra, and the anger and pain in Sanguinius's heart.

The warriors finally fell into the madness of the Black Rage. They could not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. Their memories had been stuck in the period of the Horus Heresy. Their fate was only to fight to the death...

The Sharks suffer from a similar affliction, a disease called blindness that afflicts their Chapter. But no one knows what the blind man-eating shark warriors will see. Maybe it is the moment when their ancient sins reappear? Or was it some of the suffering that the Primarch Corax suffered?

Lin Fan looked at how the crazy priest stared at him with hatred, and didn't know how to save this man-eating shark warrior.

His slap could cure subspace corrosion, but when faced with genetic problems, he was a little unsure.

Maybe Odemeyer should come and take a look. After all, her father specializes in genetic technology.

Lin Fan slapped the pastor on the face, and Lin Fan's hand was almost bitten by the pastor's fangs.

The pastor showed no signs of waking up, and still looked like he was biting whoever he saw.

Perturabo came over and asked Lin Fan to start driving and let him solve the problem.

Lin Fan watched as Perturabo's arm deformed and a huge drill appeared. Looking at the luster of the drill, Lin Fan had a hard time confirming whether it was blood or rust.

"What are you talking about? Do you want to get him gene seeds?"

"I don't have that leisure...it's just a needle."

Lin Fan saw that the drill bit was thicker than his arm, and he really didn't know how Perturabo could confidently say that it was a needle.

Perturabo pierced the needle into the priest's armor, and the power armor made of ceramic steel was easily broken. As Perturabo activated, some unknown liquid was pumped into the priest's body.