Chapter 565 Stereotype
"Let me teach you how to speak politely first!" Perturabo slapped the Khan with his iron palm, and a miniature melta cannon in his palm was ready. Khan heard the sound of the melta cannon starting in the noise of tinnitus.
Hearing the sound and determining the position, Khan thrust the bayonet in a flash, and directly inserted the blade into Perturabo's palm, destroying the launch of the melta cannon.
Perturabo felt pain and kicked the Khan in the chest, kicking his brother hundreds of meters away.
Both sides suffered in the first round of the confrontation. Chagatai observed Perturabo's armor and analyzed where there were hidden weapons from the structure of the power armor.
Perturabo pinched his hands. His melta cannon was finished. Using it again would only make his arm armor explode. Maybe he should give up fighting with both hands. Perturabo felt that he could kick people much faster than punching.
Both of them summed up their experience in the battle to avoid making the same mistake next time.
"Hey! Child of Sanguinius! Stay away from that traitor!" Chagatai pointed his knife at Perturabo, reminding Celeste not to stand in the middle of the battlefield.
"Traitor?" Perturabo laughed angrily, "Do you mean your free time during the expedition? As far as I know, your contribution to the Great Crusade is far less than mine!"
Chagatai was also amused. The White Scars were indeed not the main force in the Great Crusade, but the Khan was not going to tell this to a crazy person whose brain was sealed by concrete. He decided to say something that would stimulate Perturabo's fragile nerves.
"Indeed, if you leave a ruin that needs to be rebuilt on the way of the Great Crusade, then only you can be so efficient. Do you want me to ask the Imperial Fists to clean up the mess for you? As far as I know, you are not good at reconstruction."
"Fuck you! Hope! Bashar! You two idiots pointed all the artillery at that barbarian with braids and tattoos!"
"Oh? What's wrong? Are you going to lose your temper and smash everything to pieces again? You really haven't changed at all."
The two people quarreled more and more fiercely, but everyone could see that Perturabo was at a disadvantage in the verbal battle. His face became redder and his eyes were burning with murderous anger.
Bashar and Hope didn't know what to do. Tiberus and Netanev on the other side of Chagatai Khan also fell into a confused silence. Only Irafren was in a relaxed state on the entire battlefield. She took out the video equipment to record this precious moment.
"Good, good, good!" Perturabo laughed loudly. He angrily accused himself of raising a group of ungrateful people and wasting his support for the Weepers and the Sharks. He threw a signal light to the ground, and hundreds of airdrop pods fell from the sky.
The airdrop pods disintegrated in mid-air, and the iron-bone robots fell to the ground. They stood in a circle around Perturabo and opened their weapons against everyone around them.
Perturabo once again became the sensitive and paranoid Lord of Steel. There was no emotion in his eyes when he looked at everyone, only pure murderous intent was rising.
"I knew that once a traitor, he would be a traitor for life. Tiberus and Netanev sent my hateful brother back to where he should go."
"Oh? Send me back? Haha! Let's see who beats who! Let me see if you, a coward who can only run, are qualified to be compared with steel."
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Celes had a prophetic illusion in front of her eyes. She knew that if she didn't come forward to stop this farce, the next step would be a bloody fight between these Space Marines.
She flew into the sky, her whole body emitting golden light, and shouted loudly, "Emperor! Stop it!"
Celes's voice only slowed down Chagatai's movements slightly, but Perturabo didn't care. Under his control, the iron-bone robot aimed at Chagatai, and all the artillery fired fiercely at the Khan.
The shells were stopped in mid-air, and a super-dimensional portal was torn open in front of Chagatai, and Tarasim and Lin Fan appeared from the portal.
"I'm going to help the Death Army, why are you fighting here? And you Tarasim, you must have wanted to watch the show just now!" Lin Fan was very dissatisfied with Tarasim's concealment, and Tarasim also regretted that he could not record the scene of Chagatai and Perturabo fighting.
Lin Fan turned back and nodded to Chagatai, saying hello to him. He then walked to the iron-bone robot in two or three steps and walked towards Perturabo who was breathing heavily. "Don't you want to impress the Emperor? Beating Chagatai Khan here won't make the Emperor approve of you."
"Fuck the Emperor!" Perturabo complained, but he didn't turn off the perm cap on his head.
"Although Chagatai has a sharp tongue, think about it in a positive way. He can teach you how to insult Dorne."
Perturabo was stunned for a while. He didn't know how Lin Fan jumped to this kind of thing. He thought Lin Fan would talk about a lot of principles he already knew and some meaningless nonsense and asked him to be patient, but he didn't expect Lin Fan to let him learn how to insult people from Chagatai.
Seeing Perturabo calm down, Lin Fan also struck while the iron was hot, "Think about it, do you have any actual hatred with Chagatai? What I mean is, apart from you working for Horus and fighting guerrilla warfare with Chagatai's White Scars, do you have any conflicts or contradictions?"
"Contradiction." Perturabo touched his chin, and saw Jaghatai's face through the gap made by the Ironbone Robot. Does he hate Jaghatai? It seems not, he is just tired of being ignored by other brothers. What about Jaghatai himself? It seems the same. During the Great Crusade, Perturabo rarely heard about the White Scars. They were in a very awkward position with the smaller Thousand Sons.
Marginalized and intentionally or unintentionally ignored. During the expedition and the early days of the rebellion, no one knew what the White Scars were doing. Even Horus, who had a good relationship with Jaghatai in private, could not guarantee whether Jaghatai would stand on the same front with him.
It seems to be a little similar to himself. Perturabo imagined a lonely Primarch who lived in seclusion, just like he used to be. The only difference is that Perturabo locked himself in the Iron Blood, while Jaghatai was in... uh, the underground parking garage?
Perturabo frowned. He found that he knew very little about Jaghatai and could not construct a scientific and reasonable scene to accommodate Jaghatai. In the end, he could only put him and Leman Russ together and put a giant wolf breathing next to them.
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