This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 154: Mortarion Enters the Garden of Nurgle

Idris never saw the 'Dantioch' that he kept talking about until his death.

After sacrificing the lives of 13 of their battle-brothers, the Sons of Dorn successfully annihilated this army of over 1500 Iron Warriors who had defiled the holy borders of the Empire.

This war blacksmith, who had been trained in Chaos for many years, once again successfully achieved an exchange ratio of more than one hundred to one when facing his old opponent again.

He was the defeated party.

Both times.

This planet will be transformed into a shrine world in the future, and the ruins of the fortress will be rebuilt. Not only will it serve as a fortress with better defensive capabilities, it will also serve as a monument to this glorious victory.

In the future, the Black Templars, the Crimson Fists, and the Executioners will all send their warriors to be stationed there.

They will watch over this place forever, relying on Opto as their stronghold, responding to calls for help from surrounding star regions, and spreading the glory of the Sons of Dorne among the stars.

Perturabo carefully looked through Idris's memories.

It was a textbook attack, and even if he were to command it, he couldn't do any better. It was also full of the Iron Warriors' command style, which really belonged to Dantioch.

Moreover, the equipment technology of the contemporary Astartes seems to have made great progress, and the combat effectiveness of those Sons of Dorn is indeed far superior to the past.

He carefully reviewed the battlefield.

Although Idris still lost ugly, which made him laugh out of anger, it didn't matter since his opponent was also his offspring.

Just like when he received the battle report of the Battle of Shadeng.

Idris proved with his own actions how excellent the real Iron Warriors are, otherwise he would not be alive to test the General Cannon.

But Perturabo also felt that things could not be left like this.

He could not sense his proudest offspring, as if an invisible barrier separated the two.

And Idris, that loser, couldn't even come close.

"I want him to come back, back to me."

Perturabo thought so confidently.

If that person still imprisoned his offspring, he felt it necessary to free him from his imprisonment.

Because he believed in the connection between himself and these outstanding descendants, he believed that as long as he spoke, these outstanding iron warriors would return to his side.

The Blood of Steel, the Glorious Queen designed by Perturabo himself, has become his domain to a certain extent.

He can manipulate any link in it, he can understand those strange chaos rituals, and he can trace the source based on his own connection.

Just like five gods playing a great game, the so-called demons are merely their extensions.

Perturabo felt the connection between himself and the ship. Every facility, every button, every patrolling iron robot was like an extension of him, and he could control it with ease.

Now no one tries to use him anymore. Everything he has belongs to him, and it all depends on his own willingness to give it to others.

He no longer had to question himself, nor did he have to dwell on the anger and hatred brought about by those dull and difficult wars.

He can take the initiative to pursue his goals and find what he wants.

Thus, the Primarch, who had become the Great Chaos Demon, once again forced his gaze towards the real universe.

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In the ruins of the fortress, Dantioch, who was still diligently assisting the sons of Dorne in carrying out the subsequent finishing work, was stunned.

Something was watching him.

Dantioch stopped.

He looked at the wreckage of the Iron Warriors in front of him. Those broken corpses began to be affected by some mysterious warp force and broke into reality under the suppression of the reality stabilizer.

Because the Astartes themselves cannot be considered absolutely real cosmic creatures, they can never be isolated from the influence of the warp.

Time was stopped at a certain moment.

Except for those warriors who returned from death and were covered by the reality stabilizer, all other lives were imprisoned at this moment.

Dantioch held his weapons with them, concentrating his attention on the changes before his eyes.

The corpses of these iron warriors began to turn into metal, and metal components emerged from their flesh and blood. The blood-stained gears turned, driving the ligaments that turned into steel wires to start pulling out a shape from the pile of corpses.

The black and red knight appeared in this area trapped by time in the blink of an eye.

The steel, which had begun to take shape, quickly reached the brink of collapse.

"Lord Arthur!"

Dantioch reminded.

He recognized who it was. Arthur raised his hand, and the Dark Angels that appeared around him quickly took away the Astartes still trapped in time. Everyone except the Stormcast Eternals was also forcibly repatriated and evacuated.

At the same time, the 'Silent Oath''s guns were ordered to aim at this location.

After doing all this, Arthur and Dantioch looked at each other.

They nodded to each other, and Arthur took a step back.

Steel has finally arrived again.

It was a metallic giant.

Perturabo glanced at the knight standing quietly not far away, and he was almost driven away by this invisible pressure.

From Perturabo's perspective, the blinding golden light was so disgusting.

So he sneered.

"Did the man think his tools were no longer useful to him and create new ones?"

Perturabo looked this 'comrade' up and down. He simply ignored the so-called appearance. Even the Primarch's body was just a piece of clothing that they put on and took off at will.

Even he couldn't understand what the creature beneath that body was.

But that doesn't stop him from being sarcastic.

"Ryan should really see you now, and see how the new tools have replaced him."

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Arthur remained silent and took a step forward.

Perturabo fell silent immediately.

Arthur stopped and looked at the Lord of Iron coldly.

"I suspect you're being a bit too self-critical, Perturabo."

Ramses, who arrived next, analyzed the current situation and couldn't help but smile.

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again.

Perturabo took a deep breath.