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

"First let me teach you how to speak politely!" Perturabo slapped Khan with his iron palm, and a miniature melt cannon in his palm was ready. Khan heard the sound of the melta cannon activating over the din of tinnitus.

Listening to the argument, Khan stabbed the knife between the lightning and flints, and inserted the blade directly into the palm of Perturabo's hand, destroying the firing of the melta cannon.

Perturabo felt the pain and kicked Khan in the chest, sending his brother flying hundreds of meters away.

In the first round of the confrontation, both sides suffered losses. Chagatai observed Perturabo's armor and analyzed where there were hidden weapons from the structure of the power armor.

Perturabo squeezed his hands. His melta cannon was finished. Using it again would only cause his arm armor to explode. Maybe he should give up fighting with his hands. Perturabo felt like he was kicking someone. The speed is much faster than punching.

Both of them summed up their experience in the battle to avoid making the same mistakes next time.

"Hey! Child of Sanguinius! Stay away from that traitor!" Jaghatai pointed a knife at Perturabo, reminding Seles not to stand in the middle of the battlefield.

"Traitor?" Petura laughed angrily, "Are you referring to your leisure time during the expedition? As far as I know, your contribution to the Great Crusade is far less than my contribution!"

Jaghatai listened happily. The White Scars were indeed not the main force in the Great Crusade, but Khan was not going to tell this to a dazed man whose brain was sealed by concrete. He decided to say something that would further stimulate Perturabo's vulnerability. Nervous words.

"Indeed, if there are ruins that need to be rebuilt on the way of the Great Crusade, then only you can be so efficient. Do you want me to call the Imperial Fist to deal with the aftermath? As far as I know, you can Not good at rebuilding.”

"Damn you! Hope! Bashar! You two idiots aim all your artillery at that barbarian with braids and tattoos!"

"Oh? What's wrong? Are you going to lose your temper again and smash everything to pieces? You really haven't changed at all."

The two people were quarreling more and more fiercely, but everyone could see that Perturabo was at a disadvantage in the exchange of words. His face was getting redder and red, and his eyes were burning with flames of anger that could kill people.

Bashar and Hope didn't know what to do. Tiberos and Netanev on the other side of Chagatai Khan also fell into confused silence. Only Elafren was in a relaxed state on the entire battlefield. She was watching the excitement. He took out his video equipment and recorded this precious moment.

"Okay, okay!" Perturabo laughed. He angrily accused himself of raising a group of white-eyed wolves and wasting all the support he provided to the Weeper and the Man-eating Shark. He threw a signal light to the ground and fell from the sky. Drop hundreds of drop pods.

The airdrop pod disintegrated in mid-air, and the iron-skeleton robot fell to the ground. They stood in a circle around Perturabo, weapons drawn at everyone around them.

Perturabo once again became the sensitive and paranoid Lord of Steel. He looked at everyone with no emotion in his eyes, only pure murderous intent rising.

"I know that once a traitor, always a traitor... Tiberius and Netanev sent this hateful brother of mine back to where he belongs."

"Oh? Send me back? Haha! Let's see who defeats whom! Let me see if you, a coward who can only run, is qualified to be compared with steel."

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Seles had a prophetic vision in front of her eyes. She knew that if she did not step in to stop this farce, the next step would be a bloody fight between these Space Marines.

She flew into the sky, her whole body emitting golden light, and shouted loudly, "Your Majesty! You all stop!"

Seles's voice only slowed Jaghatai's movements slightly, but Perturabo didn't care. The iron-skeleton robot aimed at Jaghatai under his control, and all the artillery fired fiercely at Khan.

The cannonball was stopped in mid-air, and an extra-dimensional portal opened in front of Jaghatai. Trazin and Lin Fan appeared from the portal.

"I'm going to help the Death Army, why are you guys starting a fight here... And you, Trasin, you must have been watching a show just now!" Lin Fan was very dissatisfied with Trasin's concealment, and so was Trasin. It is a pity that I could not record the scene of the battle between Jaghatai and Perturabo.

Lin Fan turned back and nodded to Jaghatai, saying hello to him. He then walked to the iron-skeleton robot in a few steps. He walked towards Perturabo, who was breathing heavily, "Aren't you going to impress the Emperor? Here you are. Beating Jaghatai Khan will not make you look favorably upon the Emperor."

"Fuck the Emperor!" complained Perturabo, but he did not turn off the perm cap on his head.

"Although Jaghatai is very venomous, think on the bright side. He can teach you how to harm Dorne."

Perturabo was stunned for a while. He didn't know how Lin Fan could jump to this kind of thing. He thought that Lin Fan would talk about a lot of truths that he already knew and talk nonsense that had no nutrition at all. He was told to be patient, but he didn't expect that Lin Fan would let him learn the art of injuring others from Chagatai.

Seeing Perturabo calm down, Lin Fan also struck while the iron was hot, "Think about it, do you have any actual hatred against Jaghatai? I mean, except for your work under Horus and Jaghatai's white scar. Apart from fighting guerrilla warfare, do you have any points of conflict?"

"Contradiction..." Perturabo touched his chin. He saw Jaghatai's face through the gap where the iron-skeleton robot moved out of the way. Does he resent Chagatai? It doesn't seem like that, he's just tired of being ignored by his other brothers. What about Chagatai himself? It seems to be the case. During the Great Crusade, Perturabo rarely heard of the White Scars. They were in a very awkward position with the smaller Thousand Sons.

Marginalized and intentionally or unintentionally ignored... In the early days of the expedition and the rebellion, no one knew what the White Scars were doing. Even Horus, who had a good personal relationship with Jaghatai, could not guarantee whether Jaghatai would be with him. Stand on the same front.

It seems to be a little similar to himself... Perturabo imagined a lonely primarch living in isolation, just like him before. The only difference was that Perturabo locked himself in the Iron-Blooded. Chagatai is in...uh, the underground parking garage?

Perturabo frowned. He found that his knowledge of Jaghatai was pitiful. He was completely unable to construct a scientific and reasonable scene to accommodate Jaghatai's figure. In the end, he could only combine him and Leman Russ. Put them together and placed a giant breathing wolf next to them.

Chosen of Khorne