Chapter 522 Hell
According to the order of the Lord of Iron, the landing operation began.

In the first phase of the landing battle, all military facilities and city-states on the planet where rebels were stationed were hit by airdrops.

The tail flames of the huge number of airdrop capsules even dyed the night sky of Olympia a fiery red.

The only difference from the plan was that Perturabo personally participated in the landing attack.

In front of the magnificent building in Olympia that originally belonged to Perturabo's adoptive father, the elite rebels stationed there watched helplessly as the airdrop pod passed through the anti-aircraft firepower network and fell from the sky.

Amid the roar and smoke, an incredibly strong figure emerged.

The mortal rebel soldiers certainly didn't know who Perturabo was who had left decades ago, but they could tell from his size that the legendary prince who had helped the tyrant establish his great cause had returned.

The Primarch stepped out of the smoke and stood before the rebels.

What forced the Primarch to stop was not the black muzzles of hundreds of heavy weapons, but the towering and magnificent building before him.

He designed and built it himself.

Unlike ugly military buildings, it is exceptionally beautiful, and the delicate and gorgeous carvings on the walls were all carved by Perturabo himself.

The past flashed through the Primarch's mind.

"what are you doing?"

In a trance, Perturabo turned around and saw not the smoky night and the defense lines filled with weapons, but the blue sky and the courtyard.

Perturabo was squatting on the scaffold, carving patterns on the surface of the building with his own hands using a hammer and chisel.

Cariphon stood on the ground, holding a basket of fruit, grinning foolishly, and looked at the Primarch in amazement.

"You're not blind." Perturabo was speechless at his adoptive sister's stupid question and turned back to carving.

"You are building a palace for your father!" Kaliphon said with a smile, "You have helped your father realize his dream and prepared such a gift for him..."

"This is not a gift. This is what I wanted to do." Perturabo said coldly. "This is the only thing I wanted to do after becoming your brother."

"Oh." Kaliphon nodded.

"What are you here for? Give me new orders on his behalf?"

"No, I just want to look at you."

"..."

The sound of breaking glass suddenly rang out.

Perturabo raised his head from his memories and looked towards the source of the sound.

All the windows of the buildings, large and small, with gorgeous patterns and beautiful shapes, were smashed, and the rebel soldiers placed the heavy weapons he invented on the windowsills.

At this time, the Iron Warrior walked out of the airdrop cabin and stood guard over the Father of Genes.

The warriors were wearing strong armor, holding shields, and lined up in a dense shield formation. The people behind the front row of warriors placed their grenade launchers on the shooting holes of their shields.

The Primarch roughly pushed away his offspring in front of him and rushed forward.

The sturdy body and heavy armor could not slow down Perturabo at all. He cut through the hail of bullets and broke into the defense line at a speed that even mortal eyes could not follow. With every second that passed, a large number of rebel soldiers died. The Primarch himself was equivalent to an army.

With Perturabo as the vanguard, the Iron Warriors advanced in an orderly manner, occupying the places where the Primarch passed and killing the soldiers who survived by chance.

A few minutes later, the Primarch and his descendants approached the main entrance of the building.

The main entrance was blocked, and inside the black iron gate covered with gorgeous patterns were various high-tech devices to increase the stability of the gate itself.

Even a tank would not be able to force its way through the main gate.

This is why the rebels chose the building as their base camp, but they forgot who built this building that is beyond Olympia's current era.

The signal sent from the armor contacted all the devices inside the main gate, and Perturabo rushed forward with his shoulders, eventually breaking open the main gate and rushing into the building.

The rebels looked at the Primarch who broke in in panic, and were so frightened that they even forgot to escape.

The Primarch stood among the debris, observing everything before him.

Whether it was the people, the expressions, the layout, the clothing... all were instinctively deconstructed and judged by Perturabo. He deduced the military system of the rebels, and based on the traces of the military system that were used to reflect status, such as medals and clothing, all of these were also deconstructed and deduced by Perturabo.

The Primarch figured out what to do in a flash, and in a flash he appeared in front of a person in the corner of the hall.

"You're trying to threaten me with my adopted sister?!"

As the words reached the man's ears, Perturabo extended his hand.

Those who were particularly strong and tall among the mortals were strangled by the neck like chicks and lifted into the air more than two meters above the ground.

The moment he saw Carlyphon, Perturabo figured out why his adopted sister was captured - these ants obviously wanted to threaten him with her life.

The instigator struggled but remained silent, not because he was tough, but because he really couldn't say a word.

After a brief struggle, he was pinned to the ground by Perturabo, and his bones broke the moment his body touched the ground.

"Before I punish Olympia, I will punish you first!"

The Primarch grabbed the instigator's head and threw it against the wall.

After hitting the wall as rapidly as a bomb, the corpse exploded into a bloody mist, and various biological tissues mixed with blood splattered on the faces of people around the landing point.

The Iron Warriors now began clearing the building.

The Space Marines first killed the rebels, then used the flamethrowers used to attack the defense line to set the entire building on fire.

They didn't know the connection between this building and the Father of Genes, and they just wanted to destroy this filthy and conceited house along with the people inside.

Perturabo ignored it.

He simply walked out of the burning building and sat on the steps outside.

The night sky was filled with smoke and falling airdrop pods.

Olympia is burning.

Perturabo saw that the city he designed and built was collapsing in the war. He was not sure that it was his descendants who did it, because when he took the airdrop capsule down, he could see that the city was in ruins.

The rebels did not take control of Olympia without bloodshed by treating them to a meal. Rage boiled in Perturabo's chest.

The fuel for the rage was a fact that was obvious without investigation - the vast majority of Olympians supported the rebellion, otherwise the rebels would not have been everywhere, nor would they have been able to take over Olympia so easily.

The Olympians betrayed him.

"My Lord, we are gradually disintegrating the rebels' defenses. It is time to consider what to do next." A Trident reported to the Primarch through the communication channel.

What comes after this, naturally, is what to do after the rebellion has been suppressed.

Then the Trident heard Perturabo's roar: "Kill them all! I told you so!"

The war will continue for some time, and it is not yet time for judgment.

The thoughts that had arisen from that roar troubled Perturabo, causing him to give a new order to his offspring beside him: "Call the Lord of the White Knights. I have something to discuss with him."

"He probably left." The soldier said, "We just received a report. The think tank fleet has entered the warp and left this system."

There really is no one left to look after me now, Perturabo thought. This was quite surprising to him.

The decision for Olympia rests in his hands.

No one could stop him from doing anything or making any decision, not even Angron, who was far away in the Battle of the Abyss fighting the Hrud, and not even Qin Xia, who ran away halfway.

"Die," Perturabo muttered.

"You really want to tithe Olympia?"

Suddenly, a word reached Perturabo's ears.

He did not suspect that it was one of his descendants who came to offend him, because he remembered the voice very clearly, it was Angron's voice.

Perturabo looked down and saw Angron at the bottom of the steps.

"Sorry, I can't play any tricks on saving the world this time. Ninety percent of Olympia is a rebel faction."

"They betrayed the Emperor, the Imperium, and me!"

"I give them heaven..."

Hearing this, Angron said, “What heaven? What are you talking about?”

Perturabo frowned.

"The Iron Warriors have a high casualty rate, so we have to keep recruiting soldiers. You have recruited the best young men from three generations of Olympia as cannon fodder, and nine out of ten houses are empty-handed."

"The people who were born and raised by their parents were taken away either voluntarily or by force, and never came back."

“This is your paradise.”

"What a hell on earth."

"The only difference between you and Ryan is that you at least left a local ruler for your home planet, although this local ruler is useless."

Perturabo could not argue with that.

Even though Angron had the ability to perceive, he was often unable to give his words a fatal effect when the Iron Lord was extremely angry, because at the root of it all, Angron was not Perturabo.

The only thing that could render Perturabo speechless at a few words was his heart.

Angron did not come to Olympia, nor was his consciousness brought there by psionics.

Perturabo had been instinctively wondering what Angron would do and say if he were here, so the visions and auditory hallucinations he had just heard were essentially just a conversation between himself and the part of himself that was playing the role of Angron.

"Ninety percent of the planet is made up of rebels!" Perturabo said to Angron again.

"Angron," he said, "You made me do it."

Perturabo was again speechless.

After being defeated in the self-debate again, Perturabo began to deconstruct and reflect on himself.

Finally he found that he could not carry out the command to "beat every tenth of the Olympians to death," just as he had said those cruel words to Angron in anger, which he had said in a fit of rage.

Just to satisfy your craving for food.

The crackdown would soon be over, and when it came time to really think about strategy, Perturabo would have to be more rational, even if he was still furious.

The reason why he couldn't really execute the tenth-strike kill was that this piece of steel had already been corroded and rotten.

Perturabo gradually deconstructs himself completely.

Just like when his actions in the Battle of Novsendak were criticized by Angron, and after experiencing that strange psychic ability, he could no longer kill a soldier like before.

Even I was not able to completely sever my relationship with my adoptive sister, and the reason was the same.

He knew that she would become his soft spot and weakness, but he just couldn't drive her away or kill her.

Although when the "Parting Ways Halfway" incident occurred, he ordered not to go with the World Eaters and return directly to Olympia because he was afraid that his heart would no longer be as strong as steel...but now it seems that it was a symbol that his steel had been corroded to a certain extent.

Choosing to run away instead of facing and eliminating weaknesses...isn't this a sign that you no longer have a heart of steel?

"My Lord, the rebels surrender."

The report sounded again on the communication channel.

Perturabo spent the brief period of suppression in deep thought, and now had to deal with the aftermath of the Olympian rebellion.

"Implement the strictest martial law throughout Olympia."

"Execute all the rebel officers."

“Then we were stationed in Olympia for a while.”

Perturabo stood up from the steps and took in the scene.

"I need time to replan and redesign everything in Olympia."

(End of this chapter)

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