Chapter 480 Come Here

This bastard! This damn bastard!

Perturabo's body heated up quickly, causing the ground he stepped on to become hot and red. More and more water vapor was evaporated by his heat, making the room extremely dry.

What is this bastard going to do? Perturabo saw the giant ship swinging towards the Iron Blood, and then a Centurion with a rocket engine on its back flew towards him.

Oh? This is what you rely on? Such a backward Centurion mecha? It's a waste of this golden age warship to leave it to you. You idiot never do research!

An angry Perturabo stared at the symbol of Dorn on the screen. He gave a death order to all the warships. Whoever dared to fire at the Centurion would be written into the Book of Iron Hatred.

Many Iron Warriors who were ready to move looked at each other. They really didn't dare to act on their own at the cost of angering the Lord of Steel. They could only aim the locked artillery at the Rebecca giant ship again.

"Come on! Come on! How far can you go! Hmm?" Perturabo knocked on the console frantically, letting the Eternal Shield open a gap for the Centurion.

Most void shields cannot withstand such small high-speed objects, but Perturabo got inspiration from the Eternal Shield that besieged the Terra Palace.

He liked the property of the Eternal Shield that could even block bullets, so he spent a lot of time in the warp to rebuild his own Eternal Shield.

Dorn's body stopped before hitting Perturabo's Iron Blood. He controlled the rocket engine to find a wide enough gap from the Iron Blood.

"I don't see a door on your ship."

"Door? Your warship has a shitty door!" Perturabo felt his ascended demon body begin to throb with pain. He shouldn't have this kind of neurological pain.

"At least my ship has many doors, including pressure relief doors, explosion-proof doors, and decorative doors painted in gold." Dorn introduced to Perturabo in a flat voice what kind of doors would be installed on his ship.

"Fuck you! I don't want to hear your explanation! I don't need you to explain their uses to me! I know how to build doors! I also know what kind of doors to build!"

"But there are really no doors on your ship."

"You! Uh. Uh. Ahem! Ahhh!"

Perturabo felt that his brain was about to explode, if he really had a brain now. Every chat with Dorn made him feel angry and incomprehensible. This damn idiot only knew how to understand other people's words literally, and never realized that he had such cognitive problems.

Lin Fan, who was disguised as Dorn, didn't care about Perturabo's temper. He recalled and imitated Dorn's usual communication state, torturing Perturabo's already emotional heart.

"You should have installed some doors, so I could get in earlier."

"Stop talking about doors, don't talk about it!"

"That's why I built the palace instead of you, because my father knew I could do better, and you would make the palace lack doors."

A soul-critical blow, a critical blow that made Perturabo so angry that he could crush everything in his hands, pierced his chest.

It was his lifelong pain that he failed to build a palace for Terra and show his skills.

Think about everything he sacrificed for the Emperor's war, his broken ideals, his tense nerves, his indifference and care for everything, all for the Emperor's recognition.

He could hear the Emperor say to him: "Perturabo, you did a good job, and now I will give you the honor of building the palace."

But what is the truth?

The fact is that when he was on a damn planet, digging trenches in the mud and setting up bombing zones and minefields for his troops, he heard the news that Rogal Dorn was building the palace.

Moreover, this son of a bitch had no idea how much his behavior irritated Perturabo. When Fulgrim asked Dorn if he could build a palace that Perturabo could not break, Rogal Dorn shamelessly said "yes."

"Hahaha! But I did it! I smashed your palace to pieces! Who is the strongest now!" Perturabo felt refreshed every time he thought of his artillery smashing Dorn's defenses so hard that his descendants could not even find their ashes.

"What? You can't talk anymore, right? You are finally dissatisfied, right? Every brick that was broken in the palace! I collected them! Use them to make the mud wall that you hate the most! They are just like you! Soft! Crumbled! Unable to withstand a single blow!"

After a long silence, Perturabo's roar did not receive any response. He even thought that Dorn was so angry that he could no longer turn his wooden head around.

The angrier you are! The happier I am! Hehehehe!

"Perturabo." Dorn's deep voice came, and Perturabo put his ear to the communicator expectantly, waiting for the look of this stubborn stone who never smiles scolding him.

"Hurry up! Speak quickly. Release your anger. I know you are not so calm!" Perturabo was very excited, and his fingers trembled violently.

If this was really Dorn, he might be angry. But this was Lin Fan's disguise, and this guy was good at playing with people's mentality. He just pretended to be confused and gently knocked on the outer armor plate of the Iron Blood.

"You really should make a door."

Door?

Perturabo was a little surprised. He was stunned for a long time, then covered his face and hunched his body deeply. The demon engine in his body entered a cold state with the loss in his heart, and then he replied to Dorn in a cold attitude that made everyone tremble.

"Since you like doors so much, I will make one for you."

Perturabo didn't know how he finished this sentence. He just felt that Rog Dorn was the same as before, never listening to him and his requests seriously.

They will only ignore me again and again.

Immersed in painful memories, Perturabo panted slightly, and he even vomited a mouthful of dark blood, which was swallowed by the battleship when it fell to the floor.

Perturabo, who was tired, adjusted the pipeline of the ship body to create a high-pressure area for Dorn's position that could not be vented. Then, under the pressure, the outer armor plate of the ship was pushed open, creating a gap.

"Your door is too small, even by mortal standards."

Perturabo didn't know what to say anymore. He felt that he couldn't be angrier. He just waved his hand and asked the Iron Guard to break the guy's legs and send him to kneel.

He had to vent his frustration.

Precious scene of Perturabo beating the ascended demon Angron