At the third Terran standard after the [Steadfast Light] landed safely, the Iron Warriors finally killed the last intruder on the outskirts of Kalena.
Reports of enemy kills from various battalions and companies continued to flow into Perturabo's thinking cables, and the numbers symbolizing blood and death increased rapidly in the Primarch's brain, finally reaching six digits.
Very rarely, the Lord of Steel fell into some kind of anxiety and uneasiness. He turned his head and looked at his blood brother.
"I think we will really need to use your magic this time, Magnus."
"Except for psychic powers, I can't think of any way to control hundreds of thousands of mortals at the same time and make them so blind, bloodthirsty and crazy."
Magnus nodded, he had the same idea.
"There may be a psychic entity lurking in this world that we don't know yet. It is powerful, secretive, and full of unabashed hostility... Perturabo, my most reliable brother, I have no intention of hiding from you: able to control
Even my best descendants cannot do this for a mortal on such a scale. Ahriman and Amon may be able to influence the thoughts of thousands of mortals and even take the lives of tens of thousands of people, but they also cannot make these people unconditionally
Many died for them, even hundreds of them reluctantly."
Perturabo listened calmly, and then he spoke slowly, with unquestionable authority.
"I remember our brother Robert's Thirteenth Legion had to go through the same thing: they had to fight the Osiris psionic race, those horrific aliens that could control entire galaxies and billions of mortals, making them even face to face.
They will also launch a continuous offensive against the formations of the Legiones Astartes until the last man is left. This madness even defeated the Thirteenth Legion."
"Referring to the mortal world view, if there really is a terrifying psychic entity in this world, it will be regarded as a god. The truth of the empire is not worth mentioning in the face of the power of these barbaric creatures."
"Yes, Perturabo, my brother, I figured it out just now."
He knew Magnus's temper very well. As a pair of the Emperor's heirs who had a fairly good relationship, this was not the first time that he and this Prospero man had fought side by side. He knew very well that this man would persuade him to surrender.
What is the virtue of a guy who rescues books when attacking a fortress, surrounding an enemy, or even in a devastating battle?
The Primarch of the Thousand Sons insisted on keeping this mortal who had made great achievements with him, because her abilities were really impressive. In Magnus's deep consciousness, he trusted this mortal in some aspects and even
He has surpassed many of his descendants.
The Lord of Steel hesitated for a second, just a second, his eyes were stubborn and had never changed.
The Lord of Steel glanced around calmly, Morgan was standing aside, and next to her stood Magnus's think tank, Forsis.
"Yes, almost everyone alive in the entire Dawn Star is now within a 500-kilometer radius of Kalena City. As long as we hold on to this range, it will either take the initiative to crash into our defense line, or delay it until it is separated from the world.
They were reduced to ashes together - now there is no second red dragon that can be used by it."
Magnus was nothing like him, Perturabo. The Prospero could never learn the composure, reliability, seriousness and obedience of advice from Olympia.
Seeing Magnus raise his head proudly, it took the Lord of Steel a while to restrain his urge to pick up the hammer.
"Perturabo, my brother."
"Even if I don't agree, you will definitely go. I'm right, Magnus."
"Are you worried that they still have the last remnant of their party ambushing the city of Kalena, preparing to resurrect?"
Then, he looked at his brother Magnus.
"Are we staying here?"
Perturabo's face was livid. He stared at his brother for a long time, then suddenly lowered his head and sighed.
"...What do you want to say?"
"Son of Sitan...Sitan..."
"Unless they're really worshiping...some god?"
Ahriman's voice was filled with irrepressible excitement.
Although trembling due to the turmoil of the demigods, the company commander of Thousand Sons still moved to the side, covering Morgan who was also standing here watching behind him.
"Since there really is a [Sitan], then it will definitely be waiting for us in Zalukin."
"The right answer is always born out of obstruction and perseverance."
Perturabo took up his brother's words.
Perturabo's words were filled with a certain kind of anger, which was the raging anger brought to him by the worthless sacrifice of his heirs. The current Lord of Iron is still a romantic who occasionally feels sad for his heirs.
【Ahem...because what is there in Zalukin, Your Excellency?】
Ahriman suddenly felt it became difficult to breathe, because the atmosphere here was visibly deteriorating.
The Iron Warriors had already lost no less than fifty warriors in the previous battle, and more than one team of the Thousand Sons Legion had lost contact. Neither of the two Primarchs wanted to lose troops again for this disaster relief operation.
"Besides [Sitan], is there anything in this world that can silence a squad of Astartes? In the past few days, I have lost at least fifteen people, some of whom died in flight
Some of them died from the rebels due to accidents, but even if an entire team was wiped out, they were able to send back the communication before they died, instead of having no news at all like Atawa and the others."
"I want to say, Perturabo, it is almost impossible for even the most rigorous organization to achieve this kind of action, let alone a crazy cult... unless..."
Ahriman felt that the atmosphere instantly became oppressive again.
"If your deduction is true, Magnus, then even if the monster is not as powerful as the Osiris Psychic Seed or the War Witch, sending our descendants to search it is simply to die."
Although he had suspicions for a long time, Perturabo decided to listen to his brother's thoughts first.
"I know! I'm in charge now!"
"This is an invitation, Perturabo. I can feel that guy waiting for me in Zalukin. The Atava team did not send back any information, but their silence is a signal of some kind."
But this couldn't stop the coughing sound coming from behind him.
Perturabo remembered this place, and of course he remembered that less than six hours ago, in the fortress of Salimavis, when he was embarrassing the outstanding silver-haired female officer, he used this very place.
Magnus did not answer him immediately. The Primarch stared at the [Steadfast Light] in the distance. After a while, he seemed to have figured out something.
"How do you infer this, Magnus?"
Thinking of this, Perturabo frowned.
Perturabo almost snatched it away. He only glanced at it and confirmed the location: Orchis Mountains!
The angry roars of the two original bodies collided in the ruins. Both the tall Magnus and the slightly shorter Perturabo were giants that people looked up to. When they clashed with excitement and anger, even if it was just
The verbal exchanges were enough to make Ahriman and others tremble in place.
The voice of the Lord of Steel caused the two original bodies to fall silent in unison. Although they are both the strongest men who can shape and destroy the country on their own, living demigods walking in the mortal world, but in the face of such a level
When facing their opponents, clouds of worry and hesitation still began to cloud their minds.
And he, Perturabo, was just such a person.
"A Mechanicus priest we rescued in the inner city has just woken up, my lord!"
Because as the question he asked Morgan originally said, this moment is the storm season in the Orchis Mountains. The strong winds there can even spread to most of the world, blowing all the way to Kalena City, affecting
It covers thousands of kilometers of weather and electromagnetic fields.
Orchis Mountains...
The emperor's sons stared at the busy repair site in the distance, each planning countless plans, but they always gave up due to various shortcomings. In the end, the most reliable one won their favor.
"Intuition, the intuition of a psyker."
"And my Fourth Legion. Long before I returned, they had recovered Venus in the solar system under the command of our father and annihilated the Stone Ghost Legion entrenched there. I have read the records of the legion.
Among our opponents were psykers called the War Witches, who controlled an entire planet, and it took our father himself to eliminate them all."
Ahriman's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he didn't know what to do for a moment, but fortunately, this question had allowed Magnus to regain his wisdom.
Of course, this kind of stupidity ignited Perturabo's anger in an instant.
"No, I mean, do you think this cult is strange? They are always able to escape our most rigorous investigation and keep emerging. No matter the ingredients, no matter rich or poor, or even no matter the age, any mortal can do it.
It’s its believers, as well as the Red Dragon Legion, and their rebellion is definitely inseparable from this sect.”
"..."
"I will take my men there to try to solve this problem. You stay in Kalena City."
"Do you remember those [Sons of Sitan]?"
The sound was not loud and sounded weak, but it attracted the eyes of the two Primarchs to turn around, like two searchlights with full power.
Magnus nodded, but he soon began to think again. The Primarch of the Fifteenth Legion looked at the buildings that were set ablaze due to the invasion, as if he thought of something.
"You're being selfish, Magnus! You're abandoning the defenses here for a small team, that's reality!"
"The data in his brain records an important piece of information: in the past few months of observations and calculations, he has successfully deduced the origin of such a large-scale geological movement in Dawn Star. These are the coordinates..."
"How can I see it?"
"Now is not the time to worry about a few people, we have to be responsible for the millions of people in Kalena City!"
"You can go there, Perturabo, but I can't stay here. I also have to go to Zharukin, to the place where my Atava team disappeared."
Magnus's extreme remarks made his brother frown. The Lord of Steel wanted to refute something, but his eyes were immediately attracted by something else: Ahriman and Phrix were arriving together.
He was walking in a hurry and seemed to have important information.
"Okay, I hope everything is as you inferred, but Magnus, I also have my own conditions: you must leave enough strength to guard Kalena. Mortals only have one life and cannot withstand our attacks.
adventure."
"Of course, Perturabo, believe me, I will leave Ahriman in command and order the entire Black Crow School to be stationed here, as well as the Tianxiao School."