Chapter 919 Where There Are Opponents, There Are Also Those Who Accept

"I. I'm sorry. The current situation is really too complicated. I don't know how I can explain this." Telekre said slowly, and Claude, who had been listening, suddenly felt something bad.

A thought that drove him to hell came to him: Is that really Perturabo's voice? Is that really Dorne's voice? Are they really reconciled?

impossible! Absolutely impossible! This is not logical! This is not in line with the Iron Warriors' creed! What do you think this is? A fucking daily soap opera from some garden world not plagued by war?

Claude was panicked and angry. He asked Telekre in a steady voice, "Listen, soldier, I need you to explain it to me. This must be an offending joke."

Telekli's voice did not come. His phone seemed to have been taken away, and there was a slight collision sound.

For some reason, Claude's heart was beating very fast. Even with adrenaline, his heartbeat would not be this fast. He even wanted to hang up the phone directly so that he would not have to endure the pain from his mind and body. All kinds of discomfort.

In the end, his curiosity for the truth overcame all discomfort. Claude hunched over and held his helmet with both hands, trying to make the next sound clearer.

"I am Perturabo, and you are my child?"

Claude, like most Iron Warriors, has never heard Perturabo's voice, and has never seen Perturabo's true face, but now he dares to speak without hesitation.

The probability that this voice is my father's voice is 1000%!

Claude took a few steps excitedly. The huge armored giant had a unique sense of cuteness in doing this. Then he controlled his excitement and spoke to Petula in a calm and rational voice. Bo exchange.

"I offer you my loyalty and my heart of steel! Great Iron Lord!"

"Stop talking about steel, that word makes me sad." Perturabo said weakly.

"Eh? Oh! Yes! Yes! Iron Lord! Obey your will! From now on, that word will never appear from my mouth! And every inch of land I attack will not have that damn thing. !" Claude was very nervous now.

"I didn't mean that. I just...sigh."

Listening to Perturabo's sigh, Claude felt his heart throb again and again. How much he wanted to share his worries for Perturabo.

But then he thought again, what did Perturabo mean by being tired of steel? Could it be that he was hinting to Claude that the Iron Warriors were no longer enough for him to care about?

Claude suddenly became excited. He could not imagine the tragic situation of the Iron Warrior after being abandoned by his genetic father. So he nervously reported to Perturabo everything that the Iron Warriors had done in the Thirteenth Black Crusade, hoping that these outstanding achievements would make Perturabo happy.

"Iron Lord, we successfully surrounded the main force of the Black Templars, but their reinforcements were defeated by us! Their breakthrough was blocked by us! These idiots bleeding with the blood of Dorne will soon become the ornaments decorating our walls! Iron Master, just listen to the symphony of cannon fire!"

"What?" A weak voice floated into Claude's ears. The owner of this voice must have shouted from a long distance away.

"Your name is Claude, right?"

"Yes Iron Master!"

"Have your troops stop encircling the Black Templars."

"Ah? Why? Iron Master, are you worried about casualties? No need at all! We have used a large amount of degraded bodies to consume the Black Templar's physical strength! They are exhausted!" Claude continued to ask Perturabo Explaining.

"No, I'm not worried about casualties. No, I'm worried about casualties." Perturabo closed his eyes in melancholy. He felt that his mouth was even dumber than Dorn's before, "Listen kid, this is my order, and A father's request to his child, are you a good commander?"

"Yes, Iron Master! Of course I am!" Claude's voice trembled with excitement. He couldn't believe that Perturabo actually called him a child.

Claude felt like he was about to pass out, but Perturabo's next words pulled his soul out of his body back.

"Then will you be my good boy?"

"I will! I will!"

"Call father and listen."

Claude felt like he was being struck by lightning. He wanted to scream like a euphoric Emperor's son, but he was afraid that his appearance would disgust Perturabo.

"Father, father, father, father, father," Claude's tongue was fighting fiercely with the airflow, but he was still unable to say the second half of the sound, and then his voice and his head dropped lower and lower.

"Okay. This can be considered a good start." Perturabo did not blame Claude for being nervous. As long as he did not learn to resist as fiercely as Delau, Perturabo was already satisfied, "Then you Carry out my orders and I will give you plenty of time when you are free in the future.”

The call was interrupted, and Claude slowly squatted down while holding his head. The Tie Yong guards next to him didn't understand why their commander had such a rollercoaster-like emotional ups and downs. Then they heard Claude's suppressed choking cries, and they were shocked. , then turned off the sound of his helmet, lowered his head and remained silent.

Claude took a while to calm down. He didn't know how Perturabo could change from a cold and inhumane original body to this, but he felt the care for him in Perturabo's words. Ring and apology are real.

Release the Black Templars? Join the Empire? Claude doesn't care about that. As long as he can hear Perturabo's praise for him, he would even kill himself.

Claude accessed the private communication channel. As he thought, the channel had been cracked by other war blacksmiths. The sound of their quarrels and scolding each other once again hit Claude's eardrums.

At this time, Claude was not in a hurry. He said softly like a bystander, "I have talked to Delau and others. Delau is dead. A guy named Jie Li Ke Lei took his place. But it doesn't matter. The most important thing is. Our father is there, the real thing."

The calm words swept the channel like a storm, which was better than any shielding device.

"Really?" A war blacksmith asked, "But. But you call him father."

"Yes, I call him father, and you can call him father too." Claude replied, "Our father asked us to open the encirclement and release those Black Templars."

The channel was silent for a long time, and the hearts of every war blacksmith and Iron Warrior officer were severely shocked.