Chapter 476 The Sorrower
Perturabo's memory mends Olympia's rebellion.
He was so eager to prove his worth in front of the emperor, but Olympia failed to live up to his expectations and actually raised weapons of rebellion against the empire under the propaganda of his adoptive father.
Without Horus's subsequent rebellion, he would have become a joke among all the primarchs, a waste that could not even manage his own planet.
Just a little better than that brainless idiot Angron.
The anger of being betrayed finally burned Olympia, and the defenses built by the Iron Warriors for the planet were crushed by them inch by inch. This sense of loss made the Legion feel painful.
After the massacre, Perturabo watched Olympia regress from a civilized and developed world into a primitive slave society.
One moment they were people's heroes, destroying the attacking Hrud aliens again and again. The next moment they inflicted genocidal punishment on their people and became war criminals with blood on their hands.
Perturabo would not forgive himself, and neither would the Emperor.
But fortunately, I shouldn't use such a happy tone to excuse myself.
There is absolutely no comparison between the Heresy of Horus and the mistakes I made. If you make a mistake, you will make a mistake. If you make the same mistake again and again, you will eventually be unable to turn back.
This is his fate, a broken king who constantly struggles between ideals and reality, and finally kills his sister and stands beside the tomb of his ideals. It’s so fucking ridiculous. In essence, he and Angron are the same type of person.
Consider that while he was meditating on his mistakes in Olympia, which was filled with the corpses of the dead, news also came from Horus. The revered Warmaster dropped a virus bomb on the soldiers of other legions in Istvaan III.
At that moment, the entire galaxy turned into chaos and squalor, making Perturabo feel sick just thinking about it.
Astartes turned against Astartes, Leman Russ attacked Magnus and destroyed Prospero.
Fulgrim decapitated his good brother Faenus, and he became a squirming basilisk on the ground.
Curze, the madman who was haunted by prophecies and visions, tortured Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons, to madness.
There is no normal person. What about their ideals? Did he die in the grave like himself? Or do these people have no ideals in the first place?
Sighing deeply, Perturabo breathed out a cloud of flames and smoke. Perturabo felt a little inconvenient in his body after becoming a demon.
If that idiot Fulgan hadn't stabbed him, he wouldn't have been dormant in the shadow of the Four Gods. He could have found a place in the real universe to conduct research with peace of mind.
Pointing his middle finger disdainfully at the statue of the Four Gods he made, Perturabo's ears echoed with the only voice that cheered him up.
"It's time you checked the files."
Dorn's voice came from the speaker. Perturabo cursed Dorn for being a complete idiot, then pulled the data tablet over and looked at the reports and documents submitted in recent years.
Production data. Boring.
Equipment update. I did it.
Praying to me for guidance? Is this the trash?
Invitation to the Black Crusade. What is this idiot Abaddon going to do? Go around Cadian, plunder like a bandit, and then come back home to promote your expedition as another victory?
What a waste. If Horus had followed the example of a brat like you, he would have fought the declining empire ten times. They didn't even have a chance to escape back to the Eye of Terror.
But it's quite interesting to help go around the Imperial Fists' house. It just so happens that there are still many weapons that haven't been tested yet.
Perturabo ticked Abaddon's invitation and submitted it to the machine.
"The last one. The battleship of the Golden Age. Leaves the devil's mark? Huh?"
Perturabo looked carefully. He had a strong curiosity about everything left over from the Golden Age, especially the Phalanx.
It was a pity that Dorn and his heirs would never welcome him as a guest on the Phalanx, and he could not bear to have such a magnificent project occupied by Dorn and his wooden-headed heirs.
They would not deceive themselves, Perturabo thought. He could try to capture this golden age battleship. Even if he couldn't obtain it perfectly, it would be good to find some technology and past heritage from the ship.
How many troops he has now? Perturabo retrieved the data and calculated the current power of his army based on the constantly changing signals.
The former legion was broken into warbands, but unlike other warbands, the Iron Warriors had more order and unity. Perturabo was more willing to call these troops fighting outside as independent companies than warbands.
"Are these my subordinates?" Perturabo said to himself, knowing that the Iron Warriors of today were no longer what they were back then.
Just like he turned into a powerful demon in the subspace, full of chaos and filthy power, these Iron Warriors rarely have pure gene seeds, and there are very few veterans who have survived from the Great Crusade to the present. .
Perhaps this soldier under the banner of the Iron Warriors has nothing to do with the Iron Warriors at the genetic level. It is only proof that they were born from the womb of the Iron Warrior Demon.
No matter. Such a quick-service force is meant for sacrifice. Being able to witness the glory of the golden human race before death is considered a worthy death.
"Pass my order for all the troops currently stationed in Medengard and nearby areas to move closer to the Iron-Blooded and head to the real universe for battle."
Orders were relayed to the Ironblood's communications tower and, with the machinery maintained and strengthened, transmitted to all ships on a special frequency.
Some Iron Warriors were excited by Perturabo's personal order, just like the Sand blacksmiths. They urged the battleships to approach the Iron Blood.
Some Iron Warriors were forced by Perturabo's reputation for cruelty and took their time to urge the ships closer. They were born from the demon's womb, and their loyalty to Perturabo was not enough at the genetic level.
The reason why they are still willing to join the fleet is because they know Perturabo's great achievements and expect this war lord to bring them wonderful wars and large amounts of supplies.
You must know that life in subspace is not easy. There is a lack of food, a lack of drinking water, and a lack of all materials for life to survive.
Sometimes two warbands fight bloody battles over a box of uncontaminated water.
Even if your life is not pushed into desperation due to the shortage of supplies, there are still evil gods playing with creatures in the waves staring at you.
Cozz could have been a good person, but his ability to predict was too strong. From the beginning to the end of his own death, he realized that he was the bad guy in the story, and his mentality collapsed.