The storm season in the Orchis Valley is the most notorious spectacle on the Dawn Star. Whenever the world is focused on the northern hemisphere by the star it surrounds, huge amounts of hot and cold air will move around along with changes in heat.
Moving, most of them will eventually have the most violent and long-lasting collision and blending in the broad Orchis Valley, thus forming a storm season that can sweep half of the world at its largest scale.
This sign is so famous that tourists from other worlds come here every year, adding hundreds to a dozen alien deaths to the Dawn Star.
"All our navigators are completely out of control, sir. The data shows that the electromagnetic overload rate here has reached at least 400%. No instrument can withstand this number!"
Barben Falk's panicked voice disappeared in the violent wind outside the tempered glass. Perturabo ignored his son's gaffe. At this time, the Primarch was staring at the console in front of him.
Dozens of instrument panels were neatly arranged on it, but at this time they had all lost their function, leaving only the clicking and clashing sounds caused by the wild swings of the needles.
The Stormbird, which belongs to the Primarch of the Iron Warriors Legion, is naturally specially made. Perturabo personally built his aerial mount into a sky fortress capable of soaring in legion-level firepower, even the most violent hurricanes are not enough.
to cause his creation to disintegrate.
And even if an anti-aircraft gun does unfortunately shoot down this iron eagle, the dozen or so elite Astartes and even the Primarch himself deployed on it will make the person who shot it down regret his too explosive luck.
But the Primarch and his servants encountered another problem at this time: the continuous storms in the valley had seriously interfered with the magnetic field here. They were trapped in the center of the strong wind, and even the simplest east-west, north-south directions could not be reached.
It's hard to tell the difference, let alone keep one direction in the storm and rush out.
Falk's eyes wandered in the dark gray roar, and he could even see the crashed or torn into pieces of aircraft on the surface. They were scattered in all directions, and some could still see fresh paint, while others were
It is already pure rotten iron.
Obviously, they were not the only unlucky ones who had been trapped here. Some of them soon became fragments in the wind along with their flimsy vehicles, while others were even more unfortunate: their sturdy aircraft fell from the storm.
The hands temporarily saved them, allowing these trapped beasts to slowly watch the fuel run out, desperately calculating how long they would have before they fell to the ground.
"explain."
"That's what I'm telling you, brother."
Perhaps in the eyes of others, Perturabo of Olympia was a neurotic tyrant, a completely unreasonable madman, but the Iron Warriors did not think so.
But Perturabo did not listen to these remarks, and he gave the eye a name:
The eye of fear.
The roar of the Lord of Steel made the extremely fast-flying Storm Bird tremble.
"...Oh my god."
"Falke, pick up the orbital fleet for me."
Perturabo feared it, out of instinct.
The moment he rushed out of the storm, Falk almost couldn't help but sigh. He was lamenting both the power of the father of genes and what was after the storm.
But Falk had no time to remember them, because now he and his genetic father were following in the footsteps of those guys. Perturabo's Trident tried hard to keep himself calm. After some thinking to no avail,
He then turned his attention to his father.
"Perturabo, we need to kill them."
After a long time, clear commands came out of his mouth.
The end of Dawn Star is inevitable.
Felix's voice seemed calm and orderly, and Falk could feel that the communicator was full of calls for help and orders to clean up the battlefield.
"But Lord Magnus returned in time, and under his command and control, the rebellion has been suppressed."
Falk is one of them. When everything seems hopeless, he almost naturally turns his attention to his genetic father - not just him, but every Iron Warrior present is doing this.
The Lord of Steel tried to get his Stormbird closer, but the almost non-stop anti-aircraft fire above the platform dispelled his idea. After much hesitation, Perturabo made a decision.
"...Do you know what you're talking about, Magnus!"
"I know this is hard to accept, but..."
It's not that it's conspicuous, but that it's big. It's just too big.
The entire Orchis Canyon has been completely transformed. It has now become a purely giant artificial platform, covered with all kinds of machinery and automated robots. The Lord of Steel can see this at a glance.
The purpose of this giant machine: it is driving its drills and instruments deep into the ground to shake the Dawnstar's plates from the most fundamental level. Perturabo cannot be sure how it does this because he is on that platform.
He saw countless instruments that even he didn't recognize. Perhaps it was an ancient artifact from the Golden Age.
He always saw that eye, that huge eye in the starry sky.
On the other end of the communicator, Magnus seemed to take a deep breath.
Before Perturabo could praise him, he heard his brother snatching the communicator.
"..."
"Okay...I have something to tell you."
"Withdraw troops? Magnus, my brother, you said it very easily, but what about the refugees? There are at least millions of people on Dawn Star who have not been evacuated. Do you want me to abandon them!"
"I'm not kidding."
It had no white eyes or pupils, and simply stood there, scanning everything around it blankly, as if it was sucking them all in.
"Kareena City has been attacked, sir."
"The Dawn Star people, all the Dawn Star people, we need to kill them all."
And now, as always, when Perturabo raised his head and looked up at the stars, even though his sight had been obscured by the endless storm, he could still detect the location of the Eye of Terror with intuition.
When he finally reunited with his father, when he finally returned to the Empire, he began to understand the truth about the stars and the Milky Way, and learned the identity of that eye: the Empire called it Cygnus X-1.
"Yes, my brother, of course I can hear it."
From the moment he could remember, Perturabo never liked looking up at the sky.
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He could always see it, and even if he couldn't see it, he could feel it, no matter where he was in the galaxy.
And with the transmission of Frix's communication, the Lord of Steel's dark clouds also gathered to their peak.
"This is no time for joking, Magnus."
"Yes, sir, the imperial governor rescued by Lord Magnus is also a believer of the [Son of Sitan]. He used his authority to open the defensive position of [Salimavis] to respond to the mob's attack.
"
Bathed in his heir's expectant gaze, Perturabo just raised his head and looked at the sky.
"..."
According to its position, the Primarch began his own navigation. He used calculations and dictation to order the operators of the Storm Bird. After wandering and trying failed again and again, as time continued to pass, the most stable Iron Warrior
When they all felt anxious involuntarily, they finally rushed out.
"very good."
Among the Emperor's people, some thought it was just a rare celestial object, others thought it was a unique black hole, and historians called it the lost capital of an ancient empire.
"I know, I understand."
Because he can always see it.
It seems that Perturabo does not need to search at all, because what he is looking for is behind the storm, and anyone can see it at a glance.
"already solved?"
"Perturabo, can you hear me? I'm Magnus."
Perturabo witnessed the bombs and high-temperature rays falling from the sky destroying this huge machine bit by bit, but his face did not become happy with all this, because the Lord of Steel could clearly feel that even though the machine had been destroyed
It was destroyed, but the crust of Dawn Star was still rotating at an excessively violent speed.
"I think we need to withdraw our troops. I mean - your legion and my legion, all withdraw and return to the orbital fleet."
"..."
"And I can tell you, Perturabo, my brother."
Despite encountering some of the most terrifying encounters in the galaxy, legions of Iron Warriors still regard their genetic father as a slayer of monsters, a victor of wars, a creator of fortresses, a being as powerful as a god.
, but he was just a powerful father who was extremely alienated from them because of various Primarchs.
Orchis is burning.
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Falk held his breath. He witnessed his father's face darkening little by little. On the surface, Perturabo was still giving orders normally, and the Storm Bird successfully rushed out under his command and navigation.
After getting out of the storm, we started sailing back to the city of Kalena.
Obviously, this machine has completed its mission.
According to the coordinates provided by the Primarch, the fleet loyal to the Empire quickly found their prey. Although the strong winds in the valley were enough to withstand most outsiders, these natural protections were still in the face of the firepower of the Imperial fleet.
Pale and feeble.
"Who? Kill who?"
But privately, based on his own experience, Trident was able to determine that countless clouds were lingering in the mind of his genetic father. He was not sure whether those clouds came from the destruction of the Dawn Star, or whether he had to order the destruction of a relic creation.
of helplessness.
"This is all for them."
"It's all for the Empire."
I have some things going on at home today, so updates are a bit slow, so I would like to apologize.
As for the issue of Perturabo and the Eye of Terror, Perturabo has indeed been able to see the Eye of Terror since he was a child, and it was he who gave the Eye of Terror its name. Maybe this is a special ability?