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

The hot plasma ball did not directly hit Perturabo's face. The armor's automatic defense system bounced off an iron face to block the damage to Perturabo. At the cost, only the residue of the molten metal hung on Perturabo. on the face.

Seeing the original being attacked, the terminators of the Lamenters Chapter couldn't sit still. They wanted to rush to Perturabo to protect him, but Dorn stopped him, "This is their business, you are not allowed to interfere."

It was hard to imagine that Donne could have such a high emotional intelligence. Helbrecht, standing beside him, heard more meaning in Donne's words.

Sense of thankfulness.

Dorn was glad that he didn't have to have such stifling conversations with his offspring.

Perturabo wiped his face with a big hand, and his face became unclean. He looked at Delau with a complicated expression, and said in a cold tone, "Is this your choice? Stand on the opposite side of me?"

"I'm not standing against you, I'm just implementing what my father taught me."

"Okay." Perturabo responded, whether it was joy or anger, and then he continued, "In that case, then prove your learning results to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Perturabo suddenly unfolded the iron wings on his back, releasing at the same time the astonishing pressure of the original body.

At this time, Drau felt that the person standing in front of him was not Perturabo alone, but the Doomsday Legion composed of millions of artillery pieces and heavy armor. His hands holding the halberd ax and rune whip trembled slightly, and then he held it tighter. He focused his disappointment on Perturabo's current state and his anger at his loyalty for the past ten thousand years into the halberd ax and rune whip. middle.

The demon with the halberd and ax roared, and this emotion made him feel even more happy. The runes of the whip flickered, and this emotion solidified their form in reality.

Then Drao swung his whip and unleashed an air blast. All the demon engines that heard this sound got excited! Excited! Bloodthirsty! Violent!

They completely forgot about their vigilance towards the Primarch and rushed towards Perturabo desperately.

The two furnace demons who had cornered Alvin and the Wild Wolf opened fire on Perturabo. Facing their firepower, Perturabo stood still like a fortress, with all kinds of shields in full swing. Rising from within his armor, projectiles passing through these shields fell so slightly on Perturabo that they barely scratched the paint.

The Furnace Haunts were enraged by Perturabo's scorn. They shot and ran, trying to overwhelm Perturabo with their bodies that were even larger than the primarch.

Facing the attacks of the two ferocious beasts, Perturabo just opened his palms.

Alvin thought that Perturabo was going to pretend to suppress the furnace devil with his palms left and right, but he didn't expect that Perturabo made a slight mistake in his steps and quickly turned sideways to avoid the impact of a furnace devil. , and then punched the evil ghost in the neck.

The Furnace Demon's armor covered with blasphemous runes was very hard, and Alvin's decomposition stance with the power weapon felt quite hard, but even this kind of defense was extremely fragile under Perturabo's iron fist.

The iron fist smashed the armor like an armor-piercing bullet and continued to penetrate deeper. The furnace demon roared in pain, and many parts were torn off by Perturabo's iron hand before it could counterattack. The huge wound was flowing with blood mixed with furnace fire and engine oil. Perturabo kicked hard at the wound, and countless parts were crushed into pieces, and the heavy furnace devil also moved towards the other furnace devil. Pressed over.

The two furnace ghosts were entangled together. The intact furnace ghost tried to push the severely injured furnace ghost away, biting the fragile neck mercilessly to make it easier for his body to come out.

Then Perturabo suddenly came over, clenched his fists and raised his head above his head, then punched the furnace demon in the head.

The furnace demon wailed and crawled towards the ground with its whole body. The sealed demon among them was frightened and frightened when seeing Perturabo having such power, and was trembling.

Just when Perturabo was about to take out the heart of the furnace demon and crush it, swarms of hell dragons responded to Drau's call and fell from the sky like living meteors.

These winged demonic engines are the nightmare of the Imperial troops. His body is always surrounded by the violent fire rushing inside his belly, and as long as he touches it even slightly, it will be burned to ashes by the fire.

Perturabo clicked his tongue in annoyance, turned back and stretched out his hand suddenly to withstand a violent hell flying dragon and steadily remove the impact.

He grabbed the upper jaw of the Hell Wyvern with one hand and the lower jaw of the Hell Wyvern with the other hand. With two hands, he easily tore the flying dragon in half.

The other hell dragons chose to retreat when they saw Perturabo tearing apart his companions. They just hovered in the sky and attacked with the Hades automatic cannon in their mouths.

Perturabo was tired of these annoying flies. With a thought, the iron wings on his back detached from his body and flew towards the sky. Under the control of Perturabo, Iron Wing can always skillfully dodge the Hell Wyvern's attacks and dismember the Hell Wyvern's structure like a blade.

In a few seconds, all the demonic engines hovering in the sky will turn into scrap metal.

Taking this opportunity, Perturabo also gave the two furnace demons a final blow, pulling out their hearts and crushing them.

Drau still controls many demonic engines, but he knows that those engines pose no threat to Perturabo at all. In the end, he was like an ancient knight, roaring the creed that the Iron Warrior wears strong armor and is made of steel both inside and outside. He rode the Hell Stalker and rushed towards Perturabo with his halberd and axe.

Perturabo was a little melancholy. He knew why Drao was suffering now, and he also knew that Drao would fight to death for Perturabo's words, even if Perturabo didn't care about their lives at all at that time.

Drau was knocked down by Perturabo's punch. If he hadn't touched the original body, he could have done more, but now he could only lie in the mud like a wild dog with a broken leg, watching helplessly. Following his Hell Stalker, Perturabo tore him into pieces.

It's as easy as throwing a toy...

Delao coughed painfully, took off his helmet, and wanted to look at Perturabo, who was approaching him step by step, with his own eyes.

"Iron Lord." Delao said after swallowing a mouthful of blood.

"I thought you would call me father." Perturabo said expressionlessly, his eyes covered by shadows.

Delau coughed a few more times, "If it were before, I would have called Dad."

Drao used his last strength to jump up and attack Perturabo directly with his halberd and axe.