This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 155 Perturabo: Oh Nege—

"If this was the man's revenge for his son's betrayal, then he succeeded."

The sour voice startled Dantioch, who was about to pick up his weapon to fight back.

His own Primarch didn't even get so angry that he waved his fists and attacked?
He subconsciously looked at Arthur and Ramses who were still in the area.

"Don't look at me, it was the Emperor who did it."

Ramses shrugged. He did pick up the subsequent Septaus and the others, but the first generation of Stormcast Eternals was not like that.

It's just the Emperor's bad taste, he won't take the blame.

"Oh, Perturabo, who else do you want to see, Zinon or Annouldi? I can ask your father here."

Countless deadly weapons emerged from the Iron Giant's body.

Ramses immediately pushed Arthur forward two steps.

Those weapons began to disintegrate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Perturabo was furious, but he was not here himself, and continuing to invest effort would only prolong the expulsion.

It would be troublesome to enter the real universe after becoming a demon, especially for someone like him who is his own boss and needs to be thrifty.

From time to time, Bilak would seek loans from the Four Gods to expand his layout in the real universe, but Perturabo didn't want to.

Ever since he saw what happened to those four brothers, he didn't want to have anything to do with the Four Gods at all.

He glared again at the two 'brothers' who were annoying him.

Including the Emperor!

This made Dantioch even more surprised.

Is it possible that the current Lord of Steel is willing to put himself in such a difficult position?
No, he had been willing to do so in the past. In order to gain the Emperor's praise and the envy of his brothers, he had chosen to lead the Iron Warriors to the harshest battlefields.

And now, in order to achieve his goal, he is willing to control his temper.

"You hope I can return to your service?"

Dantioch asked himself and answered his own questions.

"I reject."

"Why would you refuse? You should know what that man is, and what kind of existence you are. I am not Mortarion, schemed against by his descendants, nor am I Angron, who was traded from one slave master to another."

With just one glance, Perturabo saw through his son's thoughts. The soul that had been marked by him now had no secrets in front of him.

That's why he found it unacceptable.

"I belong to myself. From now on, you only need to serve me. You no longer need to die for that person's ambition or my wishful thinking."

"Time is truly a sharp blade. Even a twisted person can display such an attitude."

Ramses muttered, "Dantioch, come back and be my trident, please."

Perturabo immediately turned around and glared at Ramses.

"No, it's different."

After patiently waiting for Perturabo to finish his explanation, Dantioch continued:

"You abandoned the trust that should not be betrayed, trusted a brother you should not trust, and trampled on the bottom line that should not be trampled on. The path between you and me has been divided."

Dantioch looked at Perturabo.

If it were the beginning of the Heresy, he would answer the Primarch's call if it was Perturabo's request.

Even after the Heresy, he worried about the future of his Primarch and the Legion.

But after witnessing the truth about Chaos and understanding what the rebels had done, he would no longer have such thoughts.

"So you are willing to serve another, more evil and paranoid creation of the Warp?"

Perturabo pointed at the shattered icon of the Emperor.

"This is different."

Dantioch shook his head and continued to repeat.

"I will be loyal to the Empire and to humanity."

"I am your father."

Perturabo whispered, the steel that made up his body grinding against each other.

"It used to be."

Dantioch looked up at his Primarch.

Ah, how tall, how majestic, he has recognized himself and found his place in the subspace.

"I am still a human warrior, clad in armor, steel inside and out."

"And you are not, Perturabo."

He was happy about Perturabo's changes. He thought his father would become a paranoid madman like those Space Marines who defected to Chaos, but he didn't expect that he would be more rational than before.

But they are not on the same path after all.

Guilt will not disappear because of a person's change, nor will it disappear because of a person's regret.

Perturabo chose to stay away from humans, but as a warrior born to protect humans, he will continue to fulfill his duties as always.

They are enemies.

It will be like this in the past, present and future.

'I thought there would be a fight.'

Ramses said to Arthur in the internal communication.

"It seems the Chaos Potion is quite effective."

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Perturabo was about to say something, but saw his son shaking his head.

Arthur chose to approach, and a powerful and irresistible repulsive force began to push him out of this makeshift body.

And Perturabo didn't even have time to pour his strength into these inferior materials.

His eyes turned.

Perturabo had returned to his cold iron throne, the pipelines still processing cold data.

The Lord of Iron still had his eyes closed, continuing to sense the location of his offspring.

That connection was obscured, and even the link between them could no longer be perceived.

Perturabo recalled Dantioch's calm demeanor.
Ordinary, purely ordinary.

The encounter was expected, and the rejection was also prepared.

The cruelest choice in this world is when a person recognizes the reality and then makes his own choice.

And in Dantioch's choices, there is no place for him as the Primarch!
breathe~breath~
The Demon Primarch kept thinking, and the entire ship seemed to breathe in and out according to his mood.

"Emperor!"

In the subspace, from inside the 'Blood of Iron', a terrifying roar was transmitted.

Those war gangs received the message at the same time.

Their order was delayed again.
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The war entered its final stages.

The Sons of Dorne were digging through the ruins of the fortress, removing the remains of the fallen and executing any traitors who remained.

The Sons of Guilliman were somewhat envious, secretly hoping that they would encounter the Word Bearers in future battles.

The Angelic Offspring are working with the Sisters of the Anglican Church to rescue the injured and promote the new Angelic Anglican faith.

The various imperial worlds today are fundamentally unable to leave the Emperor, and no one has attempted any radical operations.

But this does not prevent the restless time travelers from doing other things.

Balk was a planet where the Emperor had expressly permitted the preservation of the Angelic religious faith.

Well, since the emperor said so, there must be legal basis for it, right?

Since there is a legal basis, I can at least spread it, right?
The current state religion can only trace its history back to the end of the Beast War. There is no reason why you can do it but I can't.

"Are you sure that the power of faith won't interfere with us, and won't create some strange things in the warp?"

After listening to the joke about the Iron Warriors that just happened on the surface of the planet, Romulus asked Ramses with the report in his hand.

They have been studying religious reform attempts, and the philosophy of the Order of the Holy Rose is a very good foundation, at least it is relatively mild internally.

But before this, no one had ever attempted to direct the power of faith toward anything other than the Emperor.

First, reality does not allow it, and second, there are examples in the subspace, so it is easy to raise a father.

"Don't worry, the faith that guides us will eventually be transformed into spiritual energy, so other beings in the subspace won't take advantage of it."

Ramses is still studying the soul circuits that the Iron Warriors kindly offered.

The main task for the four of them is to earn enough initial funds along the expedition route, and then go to Macragge to destroy the Behemoth Hive Fleet.

Finally, after earning all the favors and getting to know everyone around, I went to the vicinity of Baal, which is the dark side area of the empire after the Great Rift opens in the future, to grab a piece of land and do all these other things.

"The faith of those Eldar is guided by me, and I can also directly intercept and convert them."

He explained this, indicating the safety of this practice.

And this is why time travelers secretly add things to the doctrine.

As for controlling the direction of faith, this operation is not difficult. Saint Jerome is already dead, and his soul has been shattered into pieces. The fragments in the hands of the four gods have not given rise to any new subspace existence even after ten thousand years.

However, Saint Leno, whose origins were unknown, was extremely cooperative and did not absorb the power of faith at all.

There are many cases of modifying doctrines and guiding the flow of faith in the subspace.

More than one Tzeentchian Daemon has deceived devout Ecclesiarchs into worshipping them, and some, including Vashtor, are secretly intercepting the faith of Om Messiah.

"That's okay too."

Since the current state of the empire is inseparable from faith, there is nothing wrong in holding one of the swords in one's own hands.

Romulus shrugged and took out a brand new job to continue working on.

With the reminder from the expeditionary fleet, Macragge had already organized a solid defense line to deal with the Zerg swarm.

Those of them who are in a hurry are not under much pressure and can sort out many problems along the way.

Romulus casually turned on the frequency band for managing fleet communications and uploaded the completed work. Suddenly, he found that there was an urgent message marked in red in the astronomical communication.

Romulus sat up straight and quickly clicked it.

"???"

What does it mean that the Imperial Navy was completely annihilated and the situation on the Macragge defense line is critical?
(End of this chapter)