Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 642 Peturabo: Who am I? Where am I? Is this still my territory?!

"My lord has lost?!"

The commanders of the Iron Warriors fell silent in the face of the savior's eager gaze.

They were all confused.

The Iron Warriors opposed the bet primarily because of honor; they didn't want the Father of Genetics to treat them as commodities to be traded.

They don't believe the father of genetics will lose this bet, which is almost a certainty of victory.

But as the conditions changed, they eventually lost the bet.

What's more troublesome is that the Iron Warriors, under the command of the Father of Genetics, swore an oath with their lives and honor.

They will pledge allegiance to the savior after losing the bet.

"Now how to do?!"

The Iron Warriors looked at each other, then turned their gaze to Peturabo, the Lord of Steel, hoping to get his opinion.

If the Father of Genetics were to issue an order opposing this gamble, they would be willing to risk the backlash of the Chaos Pact and launch an attack in violation of the agreement.

The curse of the Chaos Pact is indeed powerful, but given time, the think tanks will surely find a way to lift it.

However, the Lord of Steel was deeply frustrated and did not react much.

Did we lose?

I actually lost this bet, a bet that was almost a sure win..."

Perturabo gazed at the wreckage of the Dark Mechs on the distant mechanical battlefield and muttered to himself.

The True One automated mechs cleaning up the battlefield had their skeletons reflecting a golden light under the flames.

Within the savior's armed ranks, they were roughly equivalent to the imperial guard in the mechanical field, each one extremely powerful.

It was simply beyond the capabilities of the Dark Mechs.

"That's impossible. With a 99.99% win rate, how could we lose so suddenly?"

Peturabo stared at the glaring 0% win rate on the analytics device, unable to believe it.

When he first arrived on the terrace, his win rate soared to 99.99%, a near-certain victory, which was incredibly exciting.

But after the True One Machine Gun mentioned by the Savior appeared, his chances of winning dropped to zero within milliseconds.

The Shinichi Gundam's overwhelming offensive had a tremendous impact on people's minds.

The change from certain victory to certain defeat can happen in an instant.

The Lord of Steel's emotions were like a rollercoaster, going up and down before crashing into an endless abyss.

"I have lost to the Savior in both mechanics and art; what a defeat and disgrace, what a pathetic joke..."

Peturabo felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

That was his most prized advantage, yet he lost to the savior who only had a secondary education and was regarded as a nouveau riche.

The Lord of Steel could not accept all of this.

That would be a very serious blow to any Primarch.

"Yes, Peturabo brothers, I won this game by luck, perhaps it was a stroke of fate."

Ron tried hard to control his expression, putting on a regretful look so as not to irritate the twisted person in front of him with his ecstasy.

They've won this round so badly they're completely overwhelmed! An entire Space Marine legion!

Of course, the stakes I paid were also quite high.

As the flagship, the Dream not only possesses the technology of humanity's golden age, but also a large number of the latest technologies, including the Primarch gene clone, its own clone, and so on.

In a betting game of this scale, anyone who loses will feel numb.

However, that guy was really hit hard, and he even blurted out his true feelings.

In this situation, it's better to play it safe to avoid the opponent breaking down and going crazy.

Unless you've completely broken ties, it's best to avoid verbal sparring after winning, as it can easily escalate into a life-or-death duel.

Just quietly collect the spoils and make a fortune in silence.

"Lord of Steel, you are a leader who keeps his promises and has honor, and you deserve our respect."

Since you don't speak, I'll assume you're keeping your promise. From this day forward, the Iron Warriors Legion belongs to me.

Ron's voice was so faint that the other person could not hear it unless they listened carefully.

But with the aid of psionic energy, this voice reached the commanders of the Iron Warriors.

Peturabo could hear the words of the Savior, and he wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

Should I break the contract in front of everyone in such a humiliating way?
The Lord of Steel hesitated, caught in a deep dilemma.

Ron didn't care about any of that. After speaking, he gave a slight bow and then walked quickly toward the area where the Iron Warrior Commander was located.

I must seize the opportunity while this guy is in a daze and take control of the Iron Warrior Legion.

Otherwise, it will be difficult once the other party realizes what's happening or changes their mind.

After all, Perturabo and Iron Warrior are living, breathing people, not programs, and cannot be dealt with simply by having a Chaos Contract.

Once they start to regret and resist, all your efforts will have been in vain.

"My warriors, come with me."

Ron walked up to the Iron Warriors commanders and looked down at them with a slight bow.

He spoke in a gentle, fatherly tone: “Your genetic father has agreed to this, and we have a lot to discuss.”

The savior did not forcefully command these steel warriors, nor was he arrogant; on the contrary, he was full of respect.

It was as if he had always been their father.

This is a special feeling for the warriors of Steel Warriors.

The Lord of Steel always spoke to them in a cold tone.

That was an order, an instruction, a cold, ruthless drive, not communication between the father of genes and his offspring.

But the savior of today is a little different.

The Iron Warriors exchanged glances, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

“In any case, my contract and commitment with the Peturabo brothers have taken effect, and that is an inviolable and unchangeable fact.”

Ron stared at the Chaos Warrior before him, looking at him with a disappointed expression:
"The loyalty and glory of the Iron Warriors, you are the best warriors, and I hope you will not disappoint me and the Lord of Steel."

I believe that among you there are those who are more loyal and honorable, and not all of you are frauds.

He immediately started using PUA tactics, relentlessly manipulating the tough guy.

Ron first exploited the psychology of obedience to authority, stating that this contract was jointly established by him and their genetic father and was not to be disobeyed.

Then it evoked a sense of responsibility and guilt in the Iron Warriors, implying that they possessed qualities of loyalty and honor, and that failing to keep their contractual promises was a violation of these qualities.

Finally, they label and divide, using deception and humiliation to imply that warriors who don't come are shameful fraudsters.

They should be isolated.

In this way, once someone follows, others will also develop a herd mentality to avoid being labeled with shame.

"This is the last chance for the Iron Warrior to demonstrate his loyalty and honor. I won't wait much longer..."

After Ron finished speaking, he sighed deeply and walked alone towards the hall area.

His back view was so lonely, as if not following the past would be a disgrace and a loss.

This savior used language to dispel the shame hidden deep in the heart of the steel warrior.

It seems that their loyalty to another Primarch was not something shameful, but rather a symbol of loyalty and honor.

As the Iron Warriors watched the savior's retreating figure, their expressions finally changed, and the scales in their hearts began to tip.

They then looked at the Lord of Steel, the Father of Genetics, who seemed to be still caught in a dilemma, his back turned and silent.

He didn't even pay attention to the conversation, as if his genetic offspring were dispensable.

“I will not become a fraudster; that would be a disgrace forever.”

Suddenly, a company commander of steel warriors spoke up, and then took off after the savior.

The Iron Warriors never succumbed to any of the Chaos Gods; they still held onto their own dignity and honor.

That is the essence of all Space Marines, especially those who have not been corrupted by evil gods.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so disgusted by those mutated limbs and preferred to replace them with mechanical prosthetics.

Moreover, under Peturabo's long-term brutal rule and indifference, they had long been disillusioned with the leadership of the "Father of Genetics" and harbored resentment towards him.

Previously, their discontent had simply been forcibly suppressed, but now it has been ignited.

Gradually, more high-ranking Iron Warriors began to turn and walk towards the hall area.

It was so resolute.

"Father……"

Ahalin turned to look at the father of genetics and softly called out to him.

He still harbored some hope.

However, the father of genetics trembled slightly, but did not turn around or give any instructions.

“He never cared about us.”

Ahalin was extremely disappointed, and his eyes even became a little moist.

This is extremely heartbreaking, even the Chaos Gods will favor their favorites and bestow gifts upon them.

The pale offspring recalled the moment when the Father of Genetics grabbed him by the neck; he truly thought he was going to be killed.

The other party was so ruthless, treating them like commodities in a transaction.

Ahalin shook his head and turned to follow his other brothers in battle; he was the last to leave. Perhaps, that would be the last time he called the Lord of Steel "father."

Before long, only Peturabo remained on the terrace, standing there in a daze.

Under intense blows and setbacks, this conflicted person fell into some kind of hallucination.

……

In his hallucination, Peturabo returns to Olympia, the land of his birth, a feudal city-state that once nurtured his ideal home.

Back then, I dreamed of building a civilized world and hoped to use art and technology to create an ideal world.

However, he was not understood; his adoptive father only wanted to build more weapons of war to destroy nature.

The illusions shifted rapidly.

When the emperor arrived, he still used him as a tool and further restricted his talents.

During the Great Expedition.

He obeyed his father's orders, destroying fortress after fortress, conquering and annihilating world after world that refused to submit.

But Peturabo knew that was never what he wanted, and not only his father, but even his brothers didn't understand him.

He still remembers improving the empire's lighting fixtures during his spare time from the war.

It reduces energy consumption to the extreme, enabling it to emit light with minimal energy expenditure.

That will bring more light to many of the empire's barren regions.

When he enthusiastically presented it to his father as a gift, he received a merciless reprimand.

“Petulabo, you have disappointed me. As the commander of the legion, you should not waste your time on these trivial matters.”

You must know that our time is running out, and humanity is about to face a terrible catastrophe.

The emperor sat upon his throne, his tone icy:

"We must complete the Great Expedition as quickly as possible."

We need to unite the power of humanity to build a strong empire, thereby connecting more sea routes and constructing more fortresses and defenses.

No matter the cost, no matter how many lives are sacrificed, it must be completed, even if it costs me my life.

Do you understand?!

Perturabo remained silent for a moment, then asked the question that had been buried in his heart for a long time, and the truth that the Primarchs also wanted to know:
"Father, who are our enemies, and where are they?"

To the Primarchs, the Empire's legions had traversed the galaxy, and wherever they went, all submitted; their power was unstoppable.

They couldn't imagine what other enemy could possibly destroy the empire.

However, the emperor refused to give Peturab an answer:
"You cannot know this now, as that would only hasten the enemy's arrival."

Execute my order: you shall immediately lead the Fourth Legion in cooperation with Horus to retake the Arkum Sector.

He has just been promoted to War General and needs a grand victory.

As for the gadgets you invented, I will promote their use throughout the empire's territory when the time is right.

Perturab couldn't understand why his father was hiding the enemy's identity, but after receiving a promise, he obeyed the order and went to support Horus.

He still harbored a hope that one day his father would be able to promote the mechanical creations he had invented.

However, even after the Great Expedition ended and the Empire began to grow and expand, Peturabo still did not see the lamp appear.

The emperor seemed to have forgotten about it, as if it were any other trivial matter.

Not worth mentioning.

Primarchs are merely tools!
Perturabo's disappointment accumulated little by little, which led to his confrontation with Dorne and the Great Rebellion.

He also fell into depravity, right up to the present day after the Great Rift.

Now, Perturabo is only thinking about revenge, building more war machines, and marching on Holy Terra to see the Emperor, his father.

Prove the other party is wrong.

"But now, I've lost the Iron Warriors Legion, lost the tool of revenge!"

I do not know how long it has been.

Peturabo suddenly broke free from the illusion, snapping out of his daze and realizing his predicament.

His authority has completely collapsed due to his defeat, and many arrogant and rebellious steel warriors will inevitably choose to follow the savior.

In fact, a large portion of the Iron Warriors Legion's warriors were trained using Dorne's gene seed.

I don't have much control over those soldiers, especially in terms of blood ties.

"No, I must stop the Savior, reclaim some of the Iron Warriors, and preserve the Legion's strength!"

Peturabo took a deep breath, suppressing the memories and humanity stirred up by the illusion, and reverted to his beastly ferocity.

The Iron Warriors are one of the most important tools for his revenge, and many forging operations require them.

There is no room for error.

Perturabo gripped the Brokensmith's Hammer tightly, turned, and strode quickly toward the hall.

He must buy time to issue orders and save some of his offspring.

Even with the existence of the Chaos Contract, the prestige he has accumulated over the years can still play a role.

This Lord of Steel believed that most of his loyal offspring would follow him away.

They even launched attacks against saviors and traitors.

"There's a communication problem. When did it happen?"

However, when Peturabo began checking the connections of the various communication channels, he discovered that something was wrong; many communications were inexplicably disconnecting.

He grew increasingly worried, with a strong sense of foreboding.

That means a large number of Iron Warriors have gone mad, choosing to leave their genetic father and pledge allegiance to their savior, the Emperor.

"What utter disobedience!"

Peturabo felt a surge of anger, but also a sense of powerlessness.

That was a vow he personally ordered the steel warriors to make.

The savior may have taken those steel warriors away, and lost his offspring forever.

Perhaps I can urge this fortress to continue its attacks, thereby saving more offspring.

"What...what happened here?!"

When Peturabo entered the hall, he was completely numb and stood there blankly.

The throne room in the revitalized Chaos Fortress has been completely transformed; the Iron Lord's banners of honor have been removed, and even the decor has been altered.

Now, elements of the sun, images of the savior, and battle flags of honor can be seen everywhere.

There were even banners with slogans about a savior, bright red and quite festive.

A waiter pushed a food cart past, seemingly on his way to deliver food to someone.

But the food in the food truck was clearly their own stock of delicacies.

Upon seeing the Lord of Steel, the waiter smiled and bowed in greeting, as if welcoming a guest.

???

"Am I now a guest?"

Peturabo was confused, feeling utterly disoriented.

He was pondering a very important question:
"Who am I? Where am I? Is this still my territory?!"

If it wasn't a hallucination, then the savior had completely renovated the hall and even waxed it in a very short time.

"How dare he! This is my throne room!"

Peturab grew increasingly furious and strode toward the heart of the throne room, his expression menacing.

Then, he saw the Iron Warrior, his own genetic offspring, once again.

The high-ranking steel warriors stood in neat rows, seemingly undergoing inspection, and their decorations had been drastically changed.

They had a new emblem, their armor was ablaze with flames, and all their weapons were equipped with special effects.

Almost all of them are at least of the highest quality.

Surrounding the Iron Warrior were even more Imperial Guard veterans clad in Skyhawk Terminator armor.

There were hundreds of them, as if they were arching over some being.

"Traitors, you are too arrogant!"

Perturabo couldn't help but curse, as if he was about to swing the Furnace Breaker to kill these genetically modified offspring.

Not only are they loyal to the savior, but they also flaunt their power on their own thrones.

But the next moment, he saw the savior, the emperor of the empire.

That being sat gracefully on the throne of the Lord of Steel, as if it were his rightful place.

"Brother Peturabo, what brings you here?"

Ron took a sip of the two-thousand-year-old red wine from Chaos Cellar with relish, quite casually.

He seemed to be greeting a guest who had come from afar.

Then he changed the subject: "There are no traitors here, brother... don't talk nonsense."

At this moment, the Imperial Guards and High-Ranking Steel Warriors in the hall all looked at the Lord of Steel.

A large group of over a thousand high-ranking warriors stared intently, their gazes revealing a scrutinizing intent.

Peturab was alone, his scalp tingling, and at that moment, only one thought occupied his mind:
"Oh no, I've been labeled a traitor?!"

(End of this chapter)