Chapter 915 I Am Loyal to My Father

The hot plasma ball did not directly hit Perturabo's face. The automatic defense system of the armor ejected an iron mask to block the damage for Perturabo. As a price, only the residue of melted metal hung on Perturabo's face.

Witnessing the attack on the Primarch, the Terminators of the Lamenters were a little restless. They wanted to rush to Perturabo to protect him, but were stopped by Dorn, "This is their business, you are not allowed to interfere."

It is hard to imagine that Dorn can have such a high emotional intelligence. Helbrecht, who was standing next to him, heard more meaning from Dorn's words.

A sense of relief.

Dorn was relieved that he did not have to have such a suffocating conversation with his offspring.

Perturabo wiped his face with his big hand, and his face became dirty. He looked at Delau with a complicated expression, and said in a cold tone, "Is this your choice? Stand against me?"

"I am not standing against you, I am just implementing what my father taught me."

"Okay." Perturabo responded, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, and then he continued, "In that case, prove to me the results of your learning."

As soon as the voice fell, Perturabo suddenly spread the iron wings behind him, and at the same time released the amazing sense of pressure from the original body.

Delau felt that it was not Perturabo who was standing in front of him, but the Doomsday Legion composed of millions of artillery and heavy armor. His hands holding the halberd axe and rune whip trembled slightly, and then he held them tighter. He gathered his disappointment in Perturabo's current state and his anger at his loyalty for the past ten thousand years into the halberd axe and the whip.

The demon of the halberd axe howled, and this emotion made him feel even more happy. The runes on the whip flickered, and this emotion solidified their form in reality.

Then Drau swung his whip violently, and an airburst sounded. All the demon engines that heard this sound were excited! Excited! Bloodthirsty! Furious!

They completely forgot to be vigilant against the Primarch and rushed towards Perturabo without caring about their lives.

The two Furnace Demons that had forced Orwen and the Wolf into a desperate situation fired at Perturabo. Facing their firepower, Perturabo stood still like a fortress. Various shields rose from his armor in unison. The bullets that passed through these shields landed on Perturabo's body and were so light that they couldn't even scratch the paint.

The Furnace Demons were angered by Perturabo's contempt. They ran while shooting, trying to overwhelm Perturabo with their bodies that were a circle larger than the Primarch.

Facing the attack of the two beasts, Perturabo just opened his palms.

Orwen thought Perturabo was going to show off by using his palms to suppress the Furnace Demon with his left and right hands, but he didn't expect Perturabo to slightly misstep his steps, quickly sidestep and avoid the impact of a Furnace Demon, and then punch the demon in the neck.

The Furnace Demon's armor full of blasphemous runes was very hard. Orwen felt it was quite hard with the decomposition of the power weapon, but such defense was extremely fragile under Perturabo's iron fist.

The iron fist smashed the armor like an armor-piercing bullet and continued to explore deeper. The Furnace Demon roared in pain, and before he could fight back, Perturabo's iron hand had torn off many parts. The huge wound was flowing with blood mixed with furnace fire and engine oil. Perturabo kicked the wound hard, and countless parts were crushed into pieces, and the heavy Furnace Demon also pressed towards the other Furnace Demon.

The two Furnace Demons were entangled together. The intact Furnace Demon tried to push the severely injured Furnace Demon away, biting its fragile neck mercilessly to make it easier for its body to come out.

Then Perturabo came over suddenly, clenched his fists and raised his head, then hit the Furnace Demon's head hard.

The Furnace Demon wailed, and its whole body crawled to the ground. The sealed demon was also shocked and frightened to see Perturabo had such power, and trembled.

Just as Perturabo was about to take out the heart of the Furnace Demon and crush it, groups of Hell Dragons responded to Delau's call and fell from the sky like living meteors.

These winged demon engines were the nightmare of the Imperial Army. His body was always surrounded by the violent fire running rampant in his abdomen. As long as he was slightly touched, he would be burned to ashes by the fire.

Perturabo tutted in annoyance, turned around and stretched out his hand to hold up a violent hell dragon and steadily relieve the impact.

He grabbed the upper jaw of the hell dragon with one hand and the lower jaw with the other. With a force of both hands, he easily tore the dragon in half.

Other hell dragons chose to retreat when they saw Perturabo tearing his companions apart, just circling in the sky and attacking with the Hades automatic cannon in his mouth.

Perturabo was tired of these annoying flies, and with a thought, the iron wings behind him separated from his body and flew into the sky. Under Perturabo's control, the iron wings could always cleverly dodge the attacks of the hell dragons and dismember the structure of the hell dragons like blades.

In a few seconds, the demon engines hovering in the sky would be turned into scrap metal.

Taking this opportunity, Perturabo also gave the two furnace devils a final blow, taking out their hearts and crushing them.

Drau still controlled many demon engines, but he knew that those engines could not pose any threat to Perturabo. Finally, like an ancient knight, he roared the creed of the Iron Warriors, wearing armor and steel inside and out, riding the Hell Stalker and holding a halberd axe and rushing towards Perturabo.

Perturabo was a little melancholy. He knew why Drao was suffering now, and he also knew that Drao would fight to death for Perturabo's words, even if Perturabo didn't care about their lives at that time.

Drao was knocked down by Perturabo with a punch. If he hadn't touched the Primarch, he could have done more, but now he could only lie in the mud like a stray dog ​​with a broken leg, watching his Hell Stalker being torn into pieces by Perturabo.

It was as easy as throwing a toy.

Drao coughed painfully a few times, took off his helmet, and wanted to use his own eyes to see Perturabo approaching him step by step.

"Iron Lord." Drao swallowed a mouthful of blood and said.

"I thought you would call me father." Perturabo said expressionlessly, his eyes covered by shadows.

Drao coughed a few more times, "If it was before, I would call you father."

Drao used his last strength to bounce up and attacked Perturabo directly with his halberd axe.