The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 250 238. Collapsed Road

Time passed quickly. Two months was just a breath for the galaxy, but these two months were extremely long for the Iron Warriors.

Those aliens did not allow them to work peacefully. Every day, a small pirate fleet came to harass them. Those damn golden warships reminded the Primarch of the warships of the Aeldari, because the warships of the Khalai Protoss were as fast as those of the Aeldari, and even had stronger firepower.

Just yesterday, a destroyer and two frigates of a warband were destroyed by those damn pirate ships. Those guys learned very quickly. After the first raid, two warships were destroyed because they were reluctant to fight, but then they became much smarter and adopted the tactic of hit and run, and launched a large number of attacks on their auxiliary warships.

In a short period of time, they have lost several warships. Of course, the loss of a few warships is just a small matter, but the more troublesome problem is that the entire legion is tense every day.

Due to the enemy's continuous raids, all warships have been kept in a state of combat readiness to guard against enemy attacks at any time. These damn guys are really like pirates, without any fixed time, any direction, or any scale to launch attacks. The Iron Warriors can only fight hard and find ways to protect their huge warships and fleets.

This matter was naturally known to the Lord of the Iron Warriors, but he did not care about it. For him, his so-called sons are just replaceable parts on a huge machine, and the lives of those sons who don't listen to him are not important at all.

On the bridge of the huge Queen of Glory-class battleship, the elite guards of the Iron Warriors stood in front of the door of the Primarch's Hall. Each of these elite warriors can easily kill five enchanted warriors. Perturabo does not believe in enchanted warriors because in his opinion, those Astartes have been robbed of their souls by the pollution of the warp and are no longer worthy of his trust. It is also for this reason that most of the Iron Warriors' warships are not full of tentacles and terrible traces like other Chaos warbands, and they look relatively normal.

Of course, this relative normality is only compared with the Chaos fleet.

Under the influence of this kind of thinking, the gene primarch of the Iron Warriors prefers to use those Iron Warriors with pure flesh as his guards, rather than those descendants who he thinks are still loyal to him.

However, due to the eccentric temper of the primarch, these Iron Warriors can only stand outside the gate. If anyone dares to go in without the order of the primarch, his broken limbs will be hung on the bridge of the warship in less than ten minutes.

All the warriors are like statues made of steel, standing there motionlessly guarding their primarchs. But at this moment, the door behind them suddenly opened slowly. All the Iron Warriors understood what this meant.

Their Primarch finally reappeared in front of the Legion.

The brave warriors knelt on one knee in unison, facing the passage without daring to look directly at it. The cold air slowly dissipated from the dark room, and footsteps like a Titan came from inside. The Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo, had returned.

After the behavior demon, Perturabo was several times larger than before. Now he was at least nine meters tall, and his whole body was covered with mechanical structures.

The Primarch's face had been covered forever by an iron mask. The steel from the warp had completely merged with the flesh and blood. The skull mask that also represented the Iron Warriors was forever stuck on his face.

Behind his shoulders, two huge multi-directional rocket launchers were fixed on them, loaded with rocket shells blessed by the Chaos Gods, and the power of each round was enough to smash a Warhound Titan into pieces.

Its power armor has been replaced from the original Terminator to an armor from the ancient Golden Age. This armor is full of the technological sense of that era. It is said to be the military technology of that era. Compared with the original version of that era, this armor is now blessed by the Chaos Gods and has stronger protection, which is enough to drive the huge body of the Primarch.

The Primarch held his own hammer in his right hand, and on the armor of his right hand, there were four automatic cannons. When these four automatic cannons fired, they could tear heavy tanks into pieces. When the enemy approached, the magic weapon belonging to the Primarch could let him understand the anger of the Iron Warrior Primarch and easily turn any enemy in front of him into ashes.

Of course, although these terrible weapons are very powerful, they are still not as good as its user: a living Primarch.

Perturabo did not care that his sons knelt to him. He just kept moving forward and headed towards the bridge of the Iron Blood. As it moved forward, both the Astartes and the ordinary crew members knelt down in a hurry to make way for the huge Primarch.

Although everyone's face was full of respect and awe, Perturabo didn't care about the feelings and admiration of these ants. He only cared about power and revenge on the Empire.

But this time, the Chaos Power gave him a bargaining chip, a bargaining chip that could allow him to reach another level. The Chaos Gods came to him personally and promised the Primarch that as long as he could obtain the Necron instruments, he would receive the blessings of the gods and become more powerful than his other brothers.

When the Primarch arrived on the bridge of the battleship, he ignored the sons who had been talking just now and the crew who had been working, nor did he pay attention to the shocked expressions on the faces of some Space Marines. He just came to the throne where he should be, sat down slowly, looked at the dead area in front of him, stayed silent for a few minutes, and then said in a low but loud tone

"How's the tunnel construction going?"

When the Primarch's words rang out, the leaders of the war gangs all looked at each other. Finally one of the warsmiths took up the courage and said

"Father, we can open up that passage soon. According to the plan, as long as a broken network tunnel can be successfully collapsed into the real universe, then the powerful subspace energy will tear out a path in this field. Disturbing the energy inside.

When the time comes, the aliens will have no way to stop us, and the Legion will win the final victory. "

Perturabo had no reaction after hearing it, as if he hadn't heard it. During the sticky wait, he finally asked again

"So can we start now?"

"Yes, Father."

"Then hurry up."

Without him saying a second word, everyone immediately began to continue their work. They would complete the final plan in front of the Primarch to bring glory.

The Chaos Sorcerers began their own sacrilegious rituals, and the Warsmiths also channeled power into technological instruments. They began to cut a hole in the real universe, allowing the power of subspace to flow in, and allowing the ancient transportation system to enter this area!

Finally, with the last drop of blood flowing into the magic circle, and the last trace of energy rushing out of the machine, the wound in the real universe has been completely formed! A huge transportation system was completely torn apart.

Part of the masterpiece from the ancient saint was forcibly torn off. Although this abandoned road has long been irrelevant to the main channel and is in disrepair, being able to tear it off is indeed a feat.

The reconnaissance ship quickly reported the previous situation to the command headquarters. After inspection, everyone finally determined that the Necron measures had failed and the original subspace restricted area had been recharged with energy.

The Iron Warriors' attack is about to begin.