Forgebreaker—this heavy hammer should have been covered in intricate, arcane patterns carved by the energies of the Warp, with a daemon's face emerging on its hammerhead.
But now, it looked exactly like an ordinary two-handed sledgehammer bought from some tiny hardware store. In Perturabo's hand, it seemed tiny, more like a little hammer for pounding nails.
Perturabo stared blankly at Forgebreaker's current state for a long while. Then, relying on the basic layout principles of architectural design to find his way, he headed outside.
After winding through corridors and several rooms, Perturabo found no one else and sensed neither dangerous turrets nor traps. This place was as plain and simple as an ordinary home.
Pushing open a door that was clearly the main entrance, Perturabo saw an open plaza. A group of mortals was gathered around an aircraft, conducting maintenance and resupplying it.
The moment they saw Perturabo, they saluted him. They also told him that if he wanted to leave, he could simply board the craft. His Iron Blood had been repaired as well and was waiting in the void.
"What? It's that simple? That easy?" Perturabo threw back his head and laughed loudly. Pointing at the aircraft, he shouted, "You despicable little wretches! I've seen through you! You planted bombs aboard it! The moment I get on, you'll activate them, won't you? Hahaha!"
Seeing Perturabo's crazed state, the crowd was at a loss. All they could do was retreat together and pray that this wall-like giant would not harm them.
Perturabo shot the mortals a look of disgust, drew Forgebreaker, and smashed it viciously into the aircraft. He wielded the hammer with the precision of a scalpel, dismantling and separating the entire craft.
Perturabo searched through the aircraft's components for a long time but found no detonators. The