Fulgrim: He Wouldn't Stuff a Meltabomb into Ferrus's Head and Throw It at Me, Would He?

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Lion looked somewhat blankly at the half-finished female robot hanging from the kite shield in his hand, unable to make sense of the situation.

The Imperium did indeed have such a custom nowadays. Astartes would embed the remains of saints and the bones of martyrs into their shields, hoping that those great dead who had sacrificed themselves for The Emperor would bless them and strengthen their shields' defenses.

But the sturdy shield in Lion's hand was the Emperor's Shield. It contained The Emperor's undying might and flowed with sacred psychic power. No corpse in the world was worthy of being mounted upon it.

Nor did Lion believe that hanging a skeleton from his shield would allow it to withstand Perturabo's bombardment.

Besides, this was no holy relic. It was merely a half-finished female robot, and he did not even know what it had been made for.

Yet when Perturabo saw the half-finished female robot hanging from the shield, the massive body of the Iron Lord suddenly froze, as though his mind had suffered a tremendous blow.

".Kaliphon."

Perturabo's voice was clipped and strained, laced with fury, pain, and disbelief.

The malice revealed by Mini Doraemon's actions had pierced straight through his mind.

"How dare you! Lion! How dare you!!!"

"I'll kill you!!!"

Perturabo roared, and every weapon on his body swung around at once. No longer suppressing Fulgrim and the Bound Sons of the Emperor, they all aimed at Lion instead.

Bolter rounds, missiles, subatomic shells, laser weapons, plasma weapons, melta weapons. Every one of them was dangerous and lethal, forged from Perturabo's wisdom and creativity over ten thousand years. They could effortlessly crush a Knight, melt a Dreadnought, and annihilate a squad of Astartes.

Lion's battle instincts took control of his body. He swiftly raised the Emperor's Shield,