The sickle was pressed straight into the yellow gravel.
On the pitch-black and silent armor, the flames flickered, emitting the hazy blue of the sky, which was then stirred up by the gunpowder smoke.
Silver-white tear marks slid down from the shoulder armor, and a small meteor-like incense burner hung down. Within the arc of black iron halo, the giant's expression was obscure and difficult to discern in the shadow.
In his hand he held a long, dark black sickle, with silver cracks climbing up the blade from the handle like lightning. The blade was sharp and smooth, with a faint green glow at the edge, carrying an ominous alien light.
Two large pistols were slung around his waist, one was completely black, with a thick body and a heavy charging slot embedded in it, and the other was completely bone white with a sharp body. At the same time, some black and white ammunition was also hung around his waist.
A huge broken sword half wrapped in cloth was carried on the back of the black-armored giant. It exuded a strange aura, and the broken surface was sharp and rough. Countless dense special languages were revealed from the exposed part of the broken sword. For a moment, Perturabo even thought that this giant sword had something in common with the Death of Faith that stabbed Lorgar.
Perturabo paused, his eyes shifting.
He stared at the man's face in the picture, but the darkness made it difficult to see clearly.
… Was this the Death Guard Commander he remembered
Perturabo was silent, thinking for a moment, but Vashtor's words interrupted his thoughts.
+Stop him.+
Vashtor's tone was a little anxious, and sparks from the fire spewed out of its mouth, splashing on Perturabo's shoulder armor.
Perturabo frowned slightly, but he seemed to realize something, and he sneered.
[Feinus's army is still on the way, and on Cadia, a large-scale landing is obviously impossible, just a small team. ]
There are not many warriors of the Order of Silence, not to mention that their combat power is even weaker than that of the Space Marines.
Now, Cadia had most of the Iron Warriors' forces, as well as a third of the Word Bearers, and countless trenches and defensive fortresses.
[I am gathering my troops. He chose a remote corner, just to delay a little time.]
Perturabo said, but the Primarch still did not dare to be careless. Just now... did that Soulless Man just perform a single-soldier breakthrough into the atmosphere
The drop pod avoided the void shield that the Iron Warriors had set up on Cadia, and the small target caused the missile array to ignore it. No... it wasn't necessarily because the target was too small, but the Iron Warriors' missile silos did not react at all.
Perturabo was silent. From within the thousands of trenches, the Iron Warriors' troops began to gather. Knights stepped out, Titans slammed heavily to the ground, and the engines of countless tanks and storm birds roared.
Vashto paused, and a strange psychic light wave flashed on the craftsman's hammer it held.
+… It doesn’t matter. +
The Lord of the Hearthfire spoke softly, but seemed a little shaken.
+This is… this is also part of fate, the backup plan. +
+We need Lorgar. The Word Bearers have been given the authority to direct the power of faith. They are needed for the power of the gods to descend. +
Vashtor said, it is so persuasive,
+I will also lend you a helping hand, Lord of Steel. We can't delay any longer. The prologue shouldn't be too long, otherwise it will give them time to react. +
Perturabo glanced sideways, he stared at Vashtor with indifference.
[How will you and the Word Bearers assist me?]
Flames clung to Vashtor's body, the cables twisted like living snakes, arcs flashed,
+I will grant you the blessing of the Machine God, and you will be favored by the Machine. +
As the Lord of Fire spoke, he stretched out his long sharp claws and lightly touched the gun that Perturabo had casually placed on the workbench beside him. An arc of electricity flashed, and the metal of the gun seemed to come alive, flashing a strange light. A rough iron chain appeared from an unknown place and wrapped around the gun.
Perturabo frowned unabashedly, but Vashtor, who was concentrating on modifying the gun, did not notice and continued to speak seductively,
+The Eye of Terror makes it easier to bring down my power... We should be thankful for that. +
Vashtor hissed, here, it is no longer the fragile existence in the physical universe that can only rely on being summoned to exert its power. Now, it is powerful enough.
With the blessing of the subspace, its power is enough to compete with the false gods on the physical side.
But even so, it cannot underestimate the enemy. Vashtor is not sure how powerful Hades is, and who is better between it and him... Therefore, it needs more insurance.
+With a few rituals from the Word Bearers, I can gather my forces here to fight at your side. +
That was why it had to be the Word Bearers, only they who were skilled in faith and religion could use the power on Cadia, or the Thousand Sons who were skilled in psionics - but there were no Thousand Sons anymore, not even Ash.
Perturabo was silent. He stared at the gun. The gun wrapped in iron chains exuded a chaotic aura that the Iron Lord disliked... It reminded him of a ship that was once covered with rust.
In reality, Perturabo had not intended to open the Eye of Terror in such a hurry. He needed time and resources to negotiate with the monsters beside him, but the Word Bearers broke through their defenses too quickly.
You are very nervous.
Perturabo said without hesitation,
[Regarding the outcasts, what else do you have not said?]
Vashtor spread out one hand,
+His abilities are terrifying, controlling machines and harvesting souls, I think you have witnessed it. +
Perturabo's slightly mocking voice sounded,
[It's just to restrain you. Long-range firepower attacks can completely avoid these problems. ]
Vashto paused, and the demigod stared at Perturabo silently. He seemed not to realize all this, and he still had an unclear positioning of the enemy.
Vashtor calculated that the only Imperial army in the Eye of Terror right now was the Iron Hands, and time was still on their side.
It looked like Perturabo needed a dose of reality check.
Vashtor was silent, and then its compromising voice sounded,
+You don't look like you want our help? +
Perturabo stared at it with his arms folded, tacitly assenting to Vashtor's words.
A steel crack appeared on Vashtor's face, and it half-bowed with its arms outstretched gracefully.
+Then please, I look forward to your performance, but if the battle does not go well, please accept my strength, there is not much time for trial and error, Lord of Iron. +
+More
Vashtoor said,
+I need to get Lorgar and the Word Bearers with me. +
Perturabo stared at Vashtor for a long time, then he smiled.
[Luojia? Isn't he already your slave? Why are you asking me? ]
Hades looked into the distance and saw the figures of the Iron Warriors and even the Titans.
In the airspace above him, the Thunderhawks of the Silent Order were circling, fighting with the Iron Warriors' air defense system, and the troops of the Silent Order were also being deployed.
On the wild continent, the outline of the knight ranger is hazy.
But that’s not all, Hades stood there with his black sickle.
Crackling spiritual energy lit up beside him.
The earth trembles, and divine power descends.
Next to the motionless Hades, the figure of the warrior Doom-class psychic Titan suddenly appeared.
No, yeah
(End of this chapter)