Chapter 566: Handshake

Chagatai shuddered. He always felt that there was something wrong with the way Perturabo looked at him. Chagatai was very familiar with this look, because he looked at Leman Russ with this look.

Chagatai was committed to turning the White Scars into a noble model for all mankind. Their fortress was full of poems and calligraphy works with profound meanings, but the public's impression of them was still difficult to change. This unfounded discrimination made the White Scars very disgusted, but they were too lazy to say anything to these ignorant people. This was their loss.

He didn't know what Lin Fan was saying to Perturabo, but he could see that this sensitive and nosy brother had indeed become much gentler.

Perturabo shouted from afar, "We should put aside the conflict between you and me! At least we should find a closed environment to have a good talk."

"Talk?" Chagatai raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you mean the stool made of landmines? It's surrounded by barbed wire, and the water used to make tea is also extracted from the mud in the trench?"

"You tm!" Perturabo was furious again. Lin Fan quickly grabbed him and turned his head to shout at Chagatai, "Say less! You are so mean."

Chagatai pouted and watched Perturabo turn off the iron bone robot. He also put the knife back into the scabbard, and the two people approached to shake hands and make peace.

The two hands were clenched very tightly. The squeaking sound of metal friction, the sparks from the friction, and the faces of the two people holding back all showed that this handshake was not friendly.

"Haha." After the hands were released, both parties laughed lightly a few times, and then put the shaking hands behind their backs. From the slightly trembling fingers and the flushed faces, it can be seen that their hands hurt a lot.

Bashar and Hope were still confused. They looked at Tiberus and Netanev in the distance, hoping to get some reasonable explanation. Why did they fight inexplicably, and why did they stop fighting inexplicably? In their eyes, Perturabo was just a strict elder who was possessed by the Emperor.

Although Perturabo was a traitorous Primarch, his image after the traitor was very different from his current image. At least none of the Space Marines present could recognize him. Only Primarch brothers like Chagatai could recognize this brother with a changed image from Perturabo's gestures.

But it was always a good thing that they didn't fight. Celes stood beside the two Primarchs and saluted them. She could already guess from the conversation just now that these two giant warriors were the descendants of the Emperor.

"No need to be polite, child of Sanguinius." Chagatai hurriedly helped Celeste up, who was saluting. "It's hard to imagine. My brother can leave a child behind."

"Indeed, I have to say that this little girl is very beautiful. Look at these wings." Perturabo also nodded in agreement, "Can I pull one out?"

"Uh. My Lord." Celeste was a little overwhelmed. She didn't know how to deal with such an enthusiastic Primarch.

"My Lord? Don't say that. I have a good relationship with your father. You can call me uncle."

"Then can we call him that?" Netanev asked quietly from a distance. Chagatai also heard his question. If it were Perturabo, he would definitely reply to Netanev to shut up, but Chagatai Khan was more civilized.

"I don't think our relationship is that close yet. A warrior should look like a warrior."

"Uh." Celeste became more and more embarrassed until Lin Fan came over and pointed out that Celeste was not the daughter of Sanguinius.

"What are you thinking? She is a living saint appointed by the Emperor."

"Appointed by the Emperor?" Chagatai looked at the wings behind Celestine, "Aren't these wings natural?"

"No, she was a mortal before, and then she was recognized by the Emperor and granted power. Anyway, the way the evil god blessed the great devil, the Emperor blessed her."

Lin Fan's description made the three people's faces darken. This kid never speaks lightly.

"But I think you look familiar. It reminds me of a living saint named Celestine."

"Oh? Haha. Really." Celestine smiled awkwardly and didn't say much.

"So what's the situation here? Iverene found out that these dark elves were rushing for some relics. Did you stop them?"

"Stop. I don't think so." Perturabo shrugged. After all, the ruins of the museum were under their feet. Those dark elves desperately escorted a floating coffin and ran away. No one knew what they stole.

"Well, these dark Eldars are really different. It took Tarazin a lot of effort to crack their technology. The Death Army is tracking those dark Eldars. They think these Eldars are going to perform some terrible rituals."

Several people were communicating here, trying to repair the chaotic battle situation. In the void, the Death Army under Ivrene was also chasing the dark Eldar fleet.

She had never seen so many dark Eldar warships. It was impossible to count the exact number of various escort ships. There were more than a dozen rare battleships.

From the Eldar patterns on the battleships, Ivrene could tell that these were the flagships of different conspiracy groups. Dying Sun, Falling Moon, Obsidian Rose, Steel Spike. These different types of battleships were equipped with different weapons. Powerful sickle missiles and phantom light spears were placed in the ships.

The tops of these ships were painted with new patterns, which were the black, red and purple patterns that Ivrene had seen before, which meant unity, reshaping and ambition.

A new conspiracy group controls other conspiracy groups? This is the only answer that Ivreni got from the existing intelligence. She held a black stone device with green light in her hand. This is the instrument given to her by Trazyn. It can hide their warships and become the coordinate point for long-distance transmission.

Trazyn felt something was wrong when he cracked these dark Eldar ships, but he didn't say much, just asked Ivreni to keep an eye on them.

Cracks were torn around the dark Eldar fleet, and ships of spoils were sent to the battleships. Ivreni had never seen so many cracks torn at the same time. The space here was so fragile and unstable. Opening a large number of teleportation cracks rashly would only lead the monsters in the webway to the ship, but Ivreni did not see the dark Eldar fighting the webway ghouls. Maybe this is what Trazyn said: interesting technology.

"Stop here, we will observe here. I always feel that there is something among those ships." Ivreni ordered, asking the Death Army to hide.

The Empire has power armor and exoskeletons for power armor, so it seems reasonable to make an exoskeleton for the Titans (Russian dolls)