"He ran into a little trouble up there."
"Trouble? What trouble could he possibly have? He's indestructible and immensely strong. Even a Titan would be torn to pieces before him... Oh, I get it. Something's batting him around like a baseball again, isn't it?" Perturabo said with a smile. He was quite happy to see Lin Fan get knocked flying.
You should be grateful he hasn't awakened yet. Otherwise, it wouldn't be him getting knocked away—it would be our universe.
Trazyn silently mocked Perturabo's ignorance, while Jaghatai urged Trazyn to hurry up and state his request.
Taking out four pitch-black triangular prisms, Trazyn told the primarchs to insert them into their bodies.
"Is this some vile technology you use to control people's minds?"
"Actually, it's merely a precious recording device. I think a first-person view of primarchs in battle would be worth collecting as well. Why don't each of you put one on and let me record something?"
Perturabo took Trazyn's triangular prism, controlled a missile to retract from the launcher on his shoulder plate, then inserted the prism into the missile port.
"If anything goes wrong, the brat will twist your head off and pull out your spine with it."
Jaghatai also shook his head. He picked up the triangular prism and stuck it into his hair like a hairpin.
Fulgrim and Rogal Dorn regarded Trazyn with suspicion. After taking the prisms, they merely held them without making any further move.
Trazyn did not care. He called out to Orikan and had the old charlatan send him to the eight-pointed star above.
Orikan answered, raised his staff, and smashed it fiercely into Trazyn's body. In the next instant, Trazyn's body broke down into clusters of green light that rapidly flew upward.
After landing, Trazyn was astonished by the chaos