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

The failure to defeat the demonized Primarch has always made Perturabo a little worried. Although he had defeated the demonized Angron once, he felt that victory was not pure. If Khorne had not withdrawn its power support from Angron, Perturabo felt that he would be the loser.

The iron-skeleton robot obeyed Perturabo's orders and sent fist-sized cannonballs into Angron's demonized body. The brass armor blocked part of it, and the bright red flesh blocked another part. As more units joined the siege of Angron, the angry beast teetered.

Angron was riddled with holes, and black foam spewed out from the torn wounds. His curly flesh was dry and hard. Smoke and ashes covered Angron's body. However, he still did not fall under the fire, but instead swelled even more. , Although fighting with anger and roaring with pain, Angron can still easily tear apart the reinforced iron-skeletal robot.

Angron is like this, so what will happen to Ferus, and what will happen to Mortarion hiding under the Seat of Nurgle? During the Iron Plague War, Perturabo had already seen the pervasive corrupting power of Nurgle. Whether it was soldiers or warships, as long as they faced off against the Plague Legion for long enough, they would inevitably end up in ashes.

Perturabo was curious and hoped to use his own power to subjugate a demonized brother. This was a new challenge.

Thinking like this, Perturabo started to move in the air. The iron wings took him spiraling upward at high speed, and Perturabo cast a large shadow of death under the light of the dome.

Then he activated all the equipment on the power armor, and the torrent of hot energy and live ammunition burned through the space between Perturabo and Ferus. Enhanced by various electronic devices, Perturabo The control of ballistics is outstanding.

Facing the rain of destruction, Ferus had no intention of avoiding it. Some of the live ammunition was reduced to ashes before touching his body, and some of the energy beams were twisted to other places by the strange power of the subspace.

Perturabo's attack has big thunder and small raindrops, and the damage is not high when the special effects are full.

Ferus's lower body turned into flames, pushing his upper body up into the sky. His arms also changed. Many cannon barrels of different sizes replaced his forearms. Using anger as ammunition, Ferus shot towards Petula. Beau fired back.

The power created by the fire bombs was no less powerful than Perturabo's full firepower, but this did not panic Perturabo. His brain had already written a plan for this situation.

The iron wings shook violently, and thousands of iron feathers located deep in the iron wings shook out. These iron feathers were engraved with complex and mysterious Eldar runes, and were arranged in front of Perturabo like a shield.

Fire bombs were projected upwards, and the runes shone brightly. All warp energy was stored by Perturabo and transferred to another weapon.

While waiting for the secret weapon to be recharged, Perturabo did not forget to taunt Ferus, "Is this the only weapon you can make now? A large number of guns and artillery bundled together? Even the dirty gun boys of the orcs despise it. Those things of yours.”

Ferus ignored Perturabo, but judging from the stronger flames in his body, Perturabo's taunt was very effective.

Furus exploded behind Ferus, boosting his speed faster and faster. He caught up with Perturabo and summoned the hammer.

The space where the hammer head swung folded up, and the speed of movement was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Perturabo's monitor was severely disrupted, and he could only rely on his naked eyes and body intuition to deal with Ferus's onslaught.

The blurry afterimage looked like it was attacking every part of Perturabo's body. Anyone else would definitely not know how to deal with it, but Ferrus had seen faster and heavier attacks, and that was Angron's Heavy chop.

The hammer struck Perturabo's chest hard, shattering both the space and the solid armor. Perturabo felt a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs roll into his throat, but he swallowed it instead of spitting it out.

Incredibly, such a heavy blow did not knock Perturabo down. When Ferus swung this blow, he thought that Perturabo would fall to the ground like a bird with broken wings, but he did not expect that Perturabo could still stay awake and maintain the operation of the iron wings.

"What? Brother?" Perturabo smiled, "Do you think this blow can knock me down? Angron thought the same way back then."

"You really look like a devil when you pretend to be..."

There was a ding, and Perturabo's secret weapon had completed charging. His iron wings, which glowed dark blue, suddenly emitted a faint green light, which surprised Trazin who was watching the show.

A black stone weapon made by Perturabo himself? How long had he been studying?

The huge iron wings turned into sixteen smaller wings under Perturabo's control. Each wing was as sharp as a broken blade, but Perturabo was not prepared to use them as knives.

The grand picture shown when the sixteen wings are spread out is enough for people to see the full picture of the Eldar runes. The runes on each iron feather are arranged in a regular combination with the runes on the other iron feathers. Working together like a symphony orchestra, the psychic energy fluctuations created were so delicate that they put prophets such as Ifreni to shame.

"Let me see if you can follow this attack, Ferus! An experimental weapon that incorporates the Golden Age! Necrontyr Blackstone technology! And the Eldar Rune Circle! I call it 'Tranquility'!"

Along with Perturabo's proud and somewhat morbid voice was the noisy sound released by the energy torrent of the sixteen wings. Naming the weapon Serenity seemed to be just Perturabo describing the deathly silence scene after being hit by the weapon.

Countless colors constitute countless turbulences, which are the precursors of the birth of subspace storms. As a terrifying phenomenon that can be called a natural disaster in both reality and subspace, Perturabo just borrowed a wisp of wind from the storm to create a terrifying power. All things will fall apart in this extremely chaotic and violent soul turbulence, and those objects constructed by the soul can be blown away by the strong wind and cannot be gathered together.

Ferus's anger struggled in the tranquility. He tried his best to maintain the form of fire, but he could only be dispersed by waves of strong winds.

Seeing Ferus' embarrassment, Perturabo smiled. He knew that his talent could not be ignored among the brothers. After Ferrus, the furious fool, is taught a lesson, Perturabo will lead the imperial army into the Garden of Nurgle to capture Mortarion!

certainly! And Magnus! He needs to be caught too!