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

Perturabo lost control and punched the Emperor, but he only hurt himself. He endured the burning sensation in his soul and kicked the emperor again.

The Emperor looked at Perturabo's anger and remained silent, allowing Perturabo to harm himself with self-mutilation and repair Perturabo's damaged soul.

The sound of heavy breathing overwhelmed Perturabo's collapsed spirit. He grabbed the emperor's shoulders, completely ignoring how his soul was being steamed and burned.

"Tell me you bastard...you need me, right? I'm important in your plan, right? I'm not the loser who can only do dirty work!"

There was a sense of grievance and a plea for recognition in Perturabo's tone, and he looked at the emperor's indifferent and cold face.

Maybe the weakness buried deep in his heart couldn't be hidden, and that look looked particularly pitiful and fragile. There may have been a tear filled with humiliation and resentment in these eyes, which were evaporated by the emperor's flames, leaving only a face of resentment.

The Emperor brushed Perturabo's hands away and said, "I have no need of you."

"Ha...as expected..." Perturabo laughed self-deprecatingly, staggering a little. He turned around and stood, unwilling to look at the emperor again, "You have always only treated us as tools. ..You bastard..."

The Emperor stretched out his hand to put it on Perturabo's shoulder, but the hand stopped in mid-air and he retracted it. His squirming lips seemed to want to say something, but in the end he still did not open his mouth to say something comforting. Discourse.

"Oh my god, why do you have such a devilish personality as a father?" Slaanesh set up a lens on the Golden Throne and secretly watched the interaction between the Emperor and his son. She was forced to suppress it by the Emperor's low emotional intelligence. internal injury.

The shadow of Slaanesh slipped through the lens and appeared behind the Emperor. She wrapped herself around one of the Emperor's arms, trying to get him to reach out.

The burning sensation gave Slaanesh an unpleasant sting, but her heartache at not eating the melon far outweighed the damage done to her by the Emperor's flames.

Although the Emperor's arm was stretched out under the control of Slaanesh, he did not resist Slaanesh's move and allowed Slaanesh to put his hand on Perturabo's head.

"Speak, you idiot. Are you still waiting for me to speak for you?"

Slaanesh quietly urged the Emperor to say something quickly, but the Emperor remained silent and pursed his lips tightly. Slaanesh was about to have a heart attack from the Emperor's anger. She resisted the urge to slap the Emperor and pinched the Emperor's chin to make him speak.

The Emperor closed his eyes, feeling somewhat resigned to his fate. With his other hand, he grasped Slaanesh's tentacle controlling his jaw, caressed Perturabo's head, and spoke slowly.

"No one needs anyone. I would rather you live out your own meaning than live for me."

These words were very plain, but they were enough to open a gap in Perturabo's closed spiritual fortress. He felt the Emperor's big hand caressing his head. It felt uncomfortable, as painful as having his head plowed by a laser cutter, but the joy of being soothed was even greater.

"Can I ask you one last question?"

"can."

"Did you... treat Dorn like this?"

"No."

Perturabo almost jumped with excitement, his fingers trembled with excitement, and there was an uncontrollable sense of pleasure on his face with his back to the Emperor.

Slaanesh stared, feeling that Perturabo was quite easy to coax. Just touching her head made this sulky guy feel so happy. She had worked hard to coax Fulgrim to be happy, and she couldn't even try it herself. Fulgen tried all the gameplay.

When Perturabo's joy subsided, and the burning sensation in his scalp overwhelmed the joy in his soul, he realized that the Emperor had been gone for a long time.

The Lord of Steel's soul regained control of his body. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the Space Marine who was kneeling on the ground and did not dare to move, and Lin Fan who was helping the Spirit Bone Master to remove ashes.

The Eldar were wary of Perturabo's mental condition, and they prepared a full set of protective facilities just to avoid being harmed by the furious Perturabo.

Perturabo laughed mockingly, then covered his head with both hands and ran quickly, heading towards his studio. He had to create a similar scalp-baking device while he still remembered the feeling. To continually experience how the Emperor touched his head.

When he meets Dorne in the future, he will be able to mock Dorne better.

Who is dad's favorite child? is it you? Of course not you! It's me, Perturabo! See this amazing helmet? It's a 100% replica of the feeling when your father touches his head. If I use it for Guilliman, I won't use it for you either!

It’s a wonderful future just thinking about it...

Seeing that the corners of Perturabo's mouth were slightly raised and he didn't hit his head with a cannon, Lin Fan knew that he was very happy now. He didn't know how the emperor coaxed the child, but he was doing quite well anyway.

"Hurry up, you should be careful. Such a big hole is not easy to repair..." The urging voice of the spirit bone master came, and Lin Fan continued to stir the spirit bone powder.

With this scene between the Emperor and Lin Fan, the ill will of the Space Marines of the two Chapters towards Ifreni was greatly reduced. At least on the surface, they are not sharpening their knives and thinking about cutting off Efreni's head to make a specimen.

All the space warriors were happy and excited that they could participate in this sacred and glorious mission. Although they did not know the specific content of the mission, they only knew that they had to listen to Lin Fan's words.

The two battleships of the Space Marines just followed the ships of the Death Army. Perturabo and Lin Fan also boarded the ship to help them repair the ship and convey the emperor's will.

Since Perturabo was last possessed by the Emperor, he has improved his homemade Terminator armor.

The most obvious modification is the hemispherical cap on his head, which looks like an ion ironing device commonly used in barber shops.

"Do you suddenly like perming your hair? But you don't have any hair at all?"

"Shut up, it's none of your business."

Perturabo always responded to Lin Fan's curiosity like this. He was repeating the touch of the Emperor's head under the laser heat cover he made.

Walking on the Weeper's Mother of Tears battleship, Perturabo watched the automatic engineering robot he made repairing the damage to the ship. Behind him was Hope, the leader of the Weeper Chapter.

Although the damage to the Shark Battleship was also serious, it was still a little worse than the Wailer. Perturabo also wanted to do some small experiments with this endangered Chapter.

In front of him is a door made of fine gold. The door panel is engraved with the history of the war group, as well as reliefs of various characters. Sacrifice and death are the main themes of the picture.