Perturabo panted under the protection of the Iron Bone robots. Ferrus Manus's arms had melted a huge hole through his heavy breastplate, and molten metal clung to his charred flesh.
Ferrus Manus coalesced from a pool of magma, showing no fatigue from the fierce battle before. Forming a heavy hammer once more, Ferrus Manus charged at Perturabo.
The Iron Bone robots tried to block Ferrus Manus's advance. Green stripping arcs lashed his body like long whips, but they had little effect on Ferrus Manus, who possessed no physical form.
One robot was struck by Ferrus Manus's hammer. The intense heat rapidly destroyed the Iron Bone robot's shell and internal equipment, turning it into a burning heap of scrap within seconds.
Watching the Iron Bone robots prove utterly unable to resist Ferrus Manus, Perturabo hurriedly injected himself with a vial of life serum.
The surging vitality rapidly restored Perturabo's injuries. Though metal slag that had not yet been removed had fused with the flesh around his chest, a minor operation would be enough for Perturabo to clean it all out.
"Ugh..." Perturabo sighed, troubled by the cramped hall. He simply could not fight at full capacity here. If he could blast down the hall's left wall, he would gain the fire support of several thousand fixed turrets.
But this would do. Iron Wings had already been damaged, and the data had been collected. Repairs and upgrades needed to begin as soon as possible.
Perturabo abandoned the idea of fighting alone and called loudly for his brothers' support.
Jaghatai and Rogal Dorn, who had been waiting for a long time, charged forward together and once again became entangled in battle with Ferrus Manus.
Fulgrim, who had been lying on the ground the entire time, coughed violently several times. After waking, he slowly