The Savior: Horus Clone Body, Who Is the Galaxy

The Most Disgusting Person?!

Perturabo stared at that towering figure with the severed hand, his eyes going red.

Even though the figure was wrapped in gray robes, so blurred he could barely make it out, he recognized him at a glance—

The Primarch of the VII Legion, The Praetorian, Rogal Dorn!

"Arrogant, self-righteous, a piece of trash who likes hiding in fortresses. I knew you weren't dead.

You deceived everyone and took all the honor.

Now I finally have the chance to end it all..."

That virtual projection was so loathsome that Perturabo needed only one glance for the hatred buried in his heart for so long to erupt completely.

And with it came a deep surge of excitement. That bastard was not dead!

He had never believed Dorn would die so easily, and he had been searching all along.

That bastard had been hailed as the greatest engineer in the Galaxy, a builder of fortresses.

In truth, it had all been a sham, a reputation stolen through fraud.

His skill in construction could not compare to Perturabo, the Lord of Iron, and yet he had used tricks to seize all the Glory.

Back during the Siege of Terra, Perturabo had personally torn down the fortresses Dorn built and broken into the supposedly impregnable defensive lines of Terra's fortress.

For the first time, he had defeated Dorn, that fame-stealing bastard.

After defeating Dorn, Perturabo had been satisfied and no longer wanted to continue taking part in the rebellion.

He had realized that those lunatics under Horus had never understood how to appreciate his talent. They only wanted to borrow him as a heavy hammer to destroy Dorn, The Praetorian who served as a pillar of the Imperium.

But he had already achieved his goal and destroyed the fortress his opponent