Since the Warmaster Asked Me to Leave Taran, I Will Obey His Wishes
Boom!
The gleaming scepter slammed into the steel vehicle, crackling with electricity, blasting the steel into fragments.
Wilshire strode forward, the Saturnine Terminator crashing into the tank wreckage.
Fist-sized fragments of Protective Orb fell with a crackling sound from the chest of the black armor.
He looked down at the four people wrapped in protective suits and quietly activated his Spirit Sight.
Three of them Astral Body of fearful black and fortunate orange, while the third had a chaotic and complex form, interspersed with feelings of guilt in Purple.
"He was the one who was instigated by Alpha agents to murder Governor Drasallius."
Indeed, just as our Lord's oracle foretold.
Beep----
A piercing buzzing sound rang out, "My lord, the Iron Warriors have withdrawn from Sapphire City— "
"My lord, the Iron Warriors of the New Moon have retreated—"
After listening to the report from Mo Xia, Wilshire turned his gaze forward as the steel the Chariot slowly reversed.
They did not retreat completely, but regrouped, seemingly preparing to launch another attack.
Hearing the sound of wheels rolling, Wilshire slowly turned around and looked at the stopped Baneblade.
"Lord Frix, as you commanded, all Iron Warriors have withdrawn from the battlefield."
The First Company Captain of the "Iron Warriors" nodded and switched to the Hark communications channel.
Is the fleet ready to evacuate?
"We're ready," another member of Trident replied.
"The fleet has regrouped around the Iron Blood."
"But not everyone obeys your orders; I have lost contact with Baben Falk."
Frix seemed thoughtful; Falk had always hoped to replace him and become the leader of the Trident.
He must want to find the Curse to fulfill his ambition.
"My father appointed me to be in charge of everything; how dare he disobey orders?"
Hark paused for a few seconds, then asked, "Will Father give up the search for it?"
I will persuade him.
"Even without that Curse, we can still reach Terra."
"Don't forget the Xenos Fortress we found."
After Frix finished speaking, he strode out of the command room and into the Primarch's private office at Hammerfall Fortress.
Perturabo was buried in the cables, not even looking up.
The surrounding Cogitator scrolled through densely packed data, along with Taran's data logs and the Ministry of the Administratum's archival data.
The gray halo surrounding the yellow planet's crust gradually shrank, covering only one-fifth of the area.
"Frix, I told you, leave me alone."
"You are the Blade of the Spear of the Trident; you can decide everything on my behalf."
"Father, I regret to inform you that I must interrupt your research."
Perturabo looked up, the cable connections crackling as they were pulled apart.
"What happened?"
"The Imperial Fists's main fleet invades the star system----"
Perturabo's icy blue eyes blazed with fire.
"Sons of Dorn?"
Just as Frix was about to reply, the Communicator suddenly beeped.
After listening to the report, he looked at his father.
"The messenger of Horus requests an immediate audience with you."
Agnis arrived thirteen days ago and has been trying to delay, but now the Warmaster's messenger's tone is serious and cannot be ignored.
Perturabo strode out, walked into the hall, ascended the Throne, and watched Alpha enter.
"My lord, Agnis pays his respects."
I am not responsible for you.
Agnis gazed at the Lord of Iron's armor, which was engulfed by pistons, black iron struts, and brushed Ceramite.
"You are responsible to the Warmaster, and I am his messenger."
"So, this is why my brother sent you here to question me about why I'm here?"
An icy blue light pierced Agnis's eyes, and he lowered his head under the Primarch's threatening gaze.
He stood quietly, half compliant and half silent.
"You reign supreme over a dead world, pouring the legion's power into its heartland."
"You have gathered our allies here, throwing them into a pointless battle that wastes endless resources."
"Why does your Warmaster want to know all this?"
Bang!
Frix raised his arm, his Iron Hands pointing at Agnis like the dark muzzle of a gun.
How dare you say that?
"Our commitment to Horus is beyond question."
"We are all the same." Agnis raised the black Flagpole in his hand, the bronze and ruby eye at the top gleaming.
"Our lord, the one who holds your loyalty and oath, has spoken and inquired at the behest of the Warmaster."
"Here, at this moment, I am his voice."
Before Frix could speak, Perturabo raised his hand, and he immediately shut up.
"When the gates to my father's territory fall, I will stand by the Warmaster."
"I will breach Terra's defenses under his command and join him in burning this false Imperium to the ground."
"No one and nothing can stop me."
Agnis gripped the flag tightly. "That's not an answer."
Perturabo slowly rose, gazing into the darkness of the corner.
"This world is a vital base during the Great Crusade; if we abandon it, it will surely fall into the enemy's hands."
"There are many routes to the Throne World, but each one is guarded by such a world; none of them will be a smooth journey."
"Victory in this war will not depend on strength or numbers, but on who controls the gates to Terra."
Perturabo's icy blue eyes returned to Agnis. "This is one of the gates, and it will serve the Warmaster."
"The strength of your assembled troops?"
"Absolutely."
Agnis looked directly into Perturabo's icy blue eyes. "My agents have begun their operation."
"Drasallius should be dead."
Beep----
After listening to the report, Frix spoke to Perturabo.
Akurduana wants to see you.
"Let him in."
Agnis's eyes narrowed. Lord Perturabo had agreed to meet with Akurduana without the slightest hesitation.
Is the Chief Swordsman of the "Emperor's Children" more authoritative than the messenger of the Warmaster?
Akurduana walked through the steel gates, glanced at the fluttering Warmaster banner, and then bowed to the Throne.
"Lord Perturabo."
"Akurduana, what brings you to see me?"
Akurduana opened the Data Slate, tapped it lightly, and a deep voice immediately sounded.
"Reborn ones, I am Drasallius. The Shadow of Order has fallen upon Taran."
"The Sons of Nimrod will fight alongside us—"
Agnis was stunned. [Impossible, how could the operation have failed?]
He felt those icy blue eyes fall upon him, and his body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, causing him to tremble and shrink back involuntarily.
"Sir, I will stay here and try again."
"No need," Perturabo said indifferently.
"Since the Warmaster has asked me to leave Taran, I will obey his wishes."
"Grown ups----"
Before Agnis could speak, Frix was already in front of him, raising his arm.
"Father has accepted the Warmaster's summons."
Please leave immediately.
"As you wish." Agnis looked toward the Throne, but Perturabo's icy blue eyes were completely fixed on Akurduana.