Chapter 476 The Miserable

Perturabo's memory repaired the rebellion of Olympia.

He was so eager to prove his worth in front of the Emperor, but Olympia failed to live up to his expectations. Under the propaganda of his adoptive father, he actually raised the weapon of rebellion against the Empire.

If it weren't for Horus's later rebellion, he would have become a joke among all the Primarchs at that time, a waste who couldn't even manage his own planet.

Just a little bit better than Angron, the brainless idiot.

The anger of betrayal eventually burned Olympia. The defense that the Iron Warriors built for the planet was crushed inch by inch by their own hands. This sense of loss made the whole legion feel painful.

After the massacre, Perturabo watched Olympia regress from a civilized and developed world to a primitive slave society.

The moment before, they were still heroes of the people, destroying the Hrud aliens that rushed over again and again, and the next moment they imposed genocide on their people and became war criminals with blood on their hands.

Perturabo would not forgive himself, and the Emperor would not forgive him either.

But fortunately... No... I shouldn't use such a tone of relief to excuse myself.

Horus's rebellion is completely incomparable to the mistakes he made. Wrong is wrong. Wrong again and again, and there is no turning back.

This is his fate, a broken king who constantly struggles between ideals and reality, finally kills his sister, and guards the grave of his ideals. It's fucking ridiculous. In essence, he and Angron are the same kind of people.

Think about it. When he was pondering his mistakes in Olympia, which was full of dead bodies, news of Horus came. The respected warmaster dropped virus bombs on soldiers of other legions in Isstvan III.

At that time, the entire galaxy became chaotic and dirty, which made Perturabo feel sick every time he recalled it.

Astartes fought against Astartes, Leman Russ attacked Magnus and destroyed Prospero.

Fulgrim beheaded his good brother Finus, and from then on he became a snake monster that crawled on the ground.

Curze, the madman who was troubled by prophecies and illusions, tortured Vulcan, the Lord of Fire Dragon, to death.

There is no normal person. What about their ideals? Did they die in the grave like himself? Or did these people have no ideals from the beginning?

Sighing deeply, spitting out a stream of flames and smoke, Perturabo felt that his body after ascending to the devil was a little inconvenient.

If Fulgrim, the idiot, hadn't stabbed him, he wouldn't have been dormant under the shadow of the four gods. He could have found a place in the real universe to do research in peace.

He gave the middle finger disdainfully to the statues of the four gods he made, and the only voice that could cheer him up echoed in Perturabo's ears.

"You should check the files."

Dorn's voice came from the speaker. Perturabo cursed Dorn for being a complete idiot, then pulled the data board over and looked at the reports and documents submitted in recent years.

Production data. Boring.

Equipment update. I've done it.

Begging me for instructions? Is this the jerk?

Invitation to the Black Crusade. What is this idiot Abaddon going to do? Go around Cadia, plunder like a bandit, and then go back home to promote his expedition as another victory?

What a jerk. If Horus had learned from you, he would have had to fight the declining empire more than 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' home. There are still many weapons that have not been tested.

Perturabo ticked Abaddon's invitation and then submitted it to the machine.

"The last one. A warship from the Golden Age. Left with a demonic imprint? Huh?"

Perturabo looked carefully. He had a strong curiosity about everything left over from the Golden Age, especially the Phalanx.

It's a pity that Dorn and his descendants never welcomed him to visit the Phalanx, and he couldn't stand that such a grand project was occupied by Dorn and his wooden-headed descendants.

They won't deceive themselves, Perturabo thought. He can try to seize this golden age warship. Even if he can't get it perfectly, it's good to find some technology and past heritage from the ship.

How many troops does he have now? Perturabo retrieved the data and calculated the current power of his legion from the constantly changing signals.

The former legion was broken into warbands, but unlike other warbands, the Iron Warriors are more orderly and united. Perturabo prefers to call these troops fighting outside independent companies instead of warbands.

"Are these my subordinates?" Perturabo said to himself. He knew that the Iron Warriors today were no longer what they were back then.

Just like he became a powerful demon in the warp, 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.

Perhaps this group of soldiers under the banner of Iron Warriors have nothing to do with Iron Warriors at the genetic level, and only have the proof that they were born from the womb of Iron Warrior demons.

Whatever. Such a quick-made army is meant to be sacrificed, and being able to witness the glory of the golden humans before death is also a worthy death.

"Pass my order, all troops currently stationed in Medengard and nearby will move closer to the Iron Blood and go to the real universe to fight."

The order was transmitted to the communication spire of the Iron Blood, and under the maintenance and reinforcement of the machinery, it was transmitted to all ships at a special frequency.

Some Iron Warriors were excited by Perturabo's personal order, just like the blacksmith Shand, they urged the warships to approach the Iron Blood.

Some Iron Warriors were forced by Perturabo's reputation for brutality and urged the ships to approach slowly. They were born from the demon's womb and were not loyal to Perturabo at the genetic level.

The reason they were still willing to join the fleet was because they knew Perturabo's great achievements and expected that this Lord of War could bring them a wonderful war and a lot of supplies.

You must know that life in the subspace is not easy. There is a lack of food, water, and everything that allows life to survive.

Sometimes the bloody battle between two warbands is just for a box of water that has not been polluted.

Even if you don't force your life into a desperate situation because of the shortage of supplies, there are still evil gods playing with creatures in the waves staring at you.

Koze could have been a good guy, but his ability to predict the future was so strong that he saw his own death from the beginning, and realized that he was the bad guy in the story, and his mentality collapsed.