Chapter 914 You are not my father

Chapter 914 You are not my father

"I don't understand. Please forgive my stupidity. Are you referring to your own ideal country?"

"That's right."

"That's great, Iron Lord! We can start from here, smash this old empire that we hate to pieces, and build your kingdom on its ruins. All the Iron Warriors will follow your ideals to the end."

"No. Not destroying the empire. I mean, we're going to be part of the empire, you know?"

"Becoming part of the empire? Iron Lord. I. I don't understand."

Delau was very confused. He didn't understand how Perturabo's temperament changed drastically in just 20 years. His countless memories and experiences told him that no one hated the Empire more than Perturabo.

Drau participated in the siege of the Royal Palace of Terra, and also participated in the siege of the Imperial Fists in the Iron Cage. When in Medengard, he also tried his best to complete various targets assigned by the above, from slave minerals to He is fully satisfied with the technology and equipment.

For more than ten thousand years, he lived for Perturabo and his hatred of the Empire. He burned, killed, looted, burned cities and destroyed lands, and killed more than 100 million soldiers and civilians of the empire.

More than 20 years ago, Perturabo left Medengard with a fleet and never came back. No matter how hard the Iron Warriors searched, there was no news. You must know that in the past ten thousand years, Perturabo has never left the fully enclosed Iron Blood. Although Perturabo never ordered them anything, just looking at the shadow of the Iron Blood from a distance was enough to make the Iron Warriors feel at ease.

More than 20 years of disappearances have resulted in nothing but chaos and panic.

At that time, all the Iron Warriors thought that they had let Perturabo down. They were not strong enough and had not yet implemented the creed of steel both inside and outside. So in order to eliminate the weak, the extreme faction of the Iron Warriors launched a vigorous brawl in Maidengard. Only the Iron Warriors who survived the hammer of war met Perturabo's expectations.

Drau survived the war, proving himself both internally and externally with countless corpses and blood, and then responded to Abaddon's crusade in an attempt to devastate the Empire with the destruction of Cadia, thus pleasing his father.

But now, his genetic father suddenly appeared in front of him, wearing a new outfit, and said that he had joined the empire and became a lackey under the Corpse Emperor.

How could Delau accept this? How could Delau accept this? ! !

Delau's mood quickly slipped from confusion to anger, and the eyes under the helmet were full of incomprehension and doubt about Perturabo's contradictory behavior.

Eventually the emotion turned into anger, and anger leads to bravery. The respectful Drau finally broke out in the iron-hard and cold shadow of Perturabo. Just like Perturabo, who had been ignored by the Emperor and other brothers, he used all his strength to move towards Perturabo. Rab growled.

"Why father! Why do you do this!"

Drauna's voice, which was woven with emotions of sadness, unwillingness, resentment, and endurance, made Perturabo cringe. He had repeatedly ridiculed Fulgrim for his sentimental attitude towards the Emperor's Children, but he never expected that he would be in such a predicament.

"Listen to me, I can explain all this." Perturabo tried to appease Delau's emotions. He had never done such a thing before, and the Lord of Steel, who always grasped the overall situation, seemed at a loss.

"Explain?!" Delau howled as if crying. He had never seen Perturabo look so weak. "Father! Where is your toughness? Where is your coercion? I am under your control. These qualities are no longer visible in us! We are clothed in iron, both inside and outside! This is what you taught us, but now you have abandoned your choice to destroy the empire!"

"Yes! I betrayed you!" Perturabo shouted angrily, feeling embarrassed that a recruit was being reprimanded like this, not to mention that damn Dorn was standing next to him.

Perturabo strode forward, his big hands grabbed Drao's shoulder armor, and pulled him up from kneeling on one knee. Being touched like this by Perturabo's iron hand almost made Delao faint from happiness, but his heart still remembered Perturabo's previous crazy words. He tried hard to stay awake and stared at Perturabo. Rab's face.

"Listen, Drao. The Iron Warriors have made too many mistakes, and the main reason for these mistakes is not you, but me." Perturabo said sincerely, "It's because of my problems that you endured I have suffered too much unnecessary pain. Now I understand my mistakes and correct them. I will also work hard to correct you. Let us return to the Empire and continue to fight for the ideal of human beings to conquer the galaxy."

Perturabo shut up, his face was very ugly, and those words just now were simply too rough. When his mind replayed this sentence several times, Perturabo felt that he could say it better, but now he had nothing to say.

Drao was stunned. He stared at Perturabo for a long time and murmured to himself.

"If it's all your fault, wouldn't my captain's death be in vain? The heavy gunner Sisid, the Bassus brothers, and the Olympian mortals crying to us. Indifferent? Indestructible? Just like steel. ?”

Draugh was quiet.

When Perturabo thought that his rough words had made Drao understand, Drao, who was as stiff as a statue, began to move.

He put his hands and mechanical tentacles on Perturabo's arm, and then struggled to push Perturabo's hand away from his shoulder armor.

As he did this, he said coldly to Perturabo, "War is clear, cold, merciless, and blind. I will be as indestructible as steel, unstoppable—and above all indifferent." I will be what Perturabo wanted me to be, a son he would be proud of, a son he would even cherish."

Taking away Perturabo's weak hand completely, Drau finished his last sentence, "My father is steel, he is cold and cruel. He made us wear strong armor, both inside and outside. And yours Weakness brings disgrace to my iron father."

A plasma ball shot into Perturabo's face. The war blacksmith Drau proved with his actions that he would be as strong as steel. In the strength that Perturabo expected, regret was absolutely impossible. words.

Perturabo was disturbed by Drao's words. His face and lips were as pale as weakness, and his eyes that were always calculating were full of confusion and frustration.

The plasma ball hit Perturabo's face, and the pain caused by the high temperature was far less than the pain caused by the regret in his heart.