That bastard! That damned bastard!
Perturabo's body rapidly heated up, turning the ground beneath his feet scorching red. More and more moisture evaporated under his heat, leaving the room in an extreme state of dryness.
What was that bastard trying to do now? Perturabo saw the massive warship swing toward the Iron Blood, then a Centurion with rocket engines mounted on its back flew toward him.
Oh? This was what you were relying on? Such an outdated Centurion suit? Leaving a Golden Age warship in your hands was a terrible waste. You idiot, you never bothered to do any research!
Furious, Perturabo stared fixedly at the symbol representing Dorn on the screen. He issued a death order to every warship: whoever dared fire at the Centurion would have their name written in the Book of Iron Hatred.
Many restless Iron Warriors exchanged looks. They truly did not dare act on their own at the risk of angering the Lord of Iron, and could only redirect their locked artillery toward Rebecca's massive warship.
"Come on! Come on! How much farther can you go, huh?" Perturabo frantically hammered at the console, ordering the Eternal Shield to open a gap for the Centurion.
Most Void Shields could not stop such a small, high-speed object, but Perturabo had drawn inspiration from the Eternal Shield that had besieged the Imperial Palace on Terra.
He greatly admired how the Eternal Shield could even block bullets, so he had spent vast amounts of time in the Warp rebuilding an Eternal Shield of his own.
Dorn's body came to a stop just before crashing into Perturabo's Iron Blood. Using the rocket engines, he found a sufficiently large opening in the Iron Blood.
"I didn't see any doors on your ship."
"Doors? What fucking warship in your house has