The hot plasma ball did not directly hit Perturabo's face. The armor's automatic defense system bounced off an iron mask to block the damage to Perturabo. At the cost, only the residue of the molten metal hung on Perturabo's face.
Seeing Primarchs being attacked, Terminators of Lamenters couldn't sit still. They wanted to rush in front of Perturabo to protect him, but were stopped by Rogal Dorn, "This is their business, you are not allowed to interfere."
It was hard to imagine that Rogal Dorn could have such a high emotional intelligence. Helbrecht, standing beside him, heard more meaning from Rogal Dorn's words.
Feeling of joy.
Rogal Dorn feels lucky that he does not have to have such a suffocating conversation with his son.
Perturabo wiped his hand and his face became unclean. He looked at Drau with a complicated expression and said in a cold tone, "Is this your choice? Stand on the opposite side of me?"
"I'm not standing against you, I'm just implementing what my father taught me."
"Okay." Perturabo responded, whether it was joy or anger, and then he continued, "In that case, then prove your learning results to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Perturabo suddenly unfolded Iron Wings from behind, releasing at the same time the amazing pressure of Primarchs.
Drau At this time, he felt that the person standing in front of him was not Perturabo alone, but the Doomsday Legion composed of millions of artillery pieces and heavy armor. His hands holding the halberd ax and rune whip trembled slightly, and then held them tighter. He put his disappointment in Perturabo's current state and the anger at his loyalty for the past ten thousand years into the halberd ax and whip.
The demon with the halberd and ax roared, and this emotion made him feel even more happy. The runes of the whip flickered, and this emotion solidified their real form.
Then Drau flicked the long whip and made a sound of Catapult. All the Daemon Engine who heard this sound were excited! Excited! Bloodthirsty! Violent!
They completely forgot to be vigilant about Primarchs and rushed towards Perturabo desperately.
The two Olwen and Space Wolves were cornered. Forgefiend opened fire on Perturabo, facing their firepower Perturabo stood still like a fortress, with various shields rising from his armor. The projectiles that passed through these shields landed on Perturabo's body so lightly that they could not even scratch the paint off.
Forgefiend was angered by Perturabo's contempt. They shot and ran at the same time, trying to overwhelm Perturabo with their bodies that were even larger than Primarchs.
Perturabo faced the attacks of two ferocious beasts and just opened his palms.
Olwen thought Perturabo was going to show off and suppressed Forgefiend with his palms left and right, but he didn't expect that Perturabo made a slight mistake in his steps, quickly turned sideways to avoid the impact of Forgefiend, and then punched the evil ghost in the neck.
Forgefiend's armor full of blasphemous runes is very hard, Olwen feels quite hard even with Power Weapon's decomposition stance, but even this kind of defense is extremely fragile under the iron fist of Perturabo.
The iron fist smashed the armor like an armor-piercing bullet and continued to penetrate deeper. Forgefiend roared in pain. Before he could counterattack, many parts were torn off by Perturabo's Iron Hands. Huge wounds With blood mixed with furnace fire and engine oil flowing, Perturabo kicked hard at the wound, and countless parts were crushed into pieces, while the heavy Forgefiend also pressed towards the other Forgefiend.
The two Forgefiends were entangled together, and the still intact Forgefiend tried to push the severely injured Forgefiend away, biting the fragile neck mercilessly to make it easier for his body to come out.
Then Perturabo suddenly came over, clenched his fists and raised his head high, then hit Forgefiend hard on the head.
Forgefiend wailed and crawled towards the ground with his whole body. The sealed demon among them was frightened and frightened when he saw Perturabo having such power, and was trembling.
Just when Perturabo was about to take out Forgefiend's heart and crush it, hordes of Heldrake responded to Drau's call, shooting out of Fallen Down like living meteors.
These winged Daemon Engine are the nightmare of the Imperium troops. His body is always surrounded by the violent fire rushing inside his belly, and if it touches even a little bit, it will be burned to ashes by the fire.
Perturabo clicked his tongue in annoyance, turned around and stretched out his hand suddenly to resist the violent Heldrake and steadily remove the impact.
He grabbed Heldrake's upper jaw with one hand and Heldrake's lower jaw with the other hand. With both hands, he easily tore the flying dragon in half.
The other Heldrake chose to retreat when they saw Perturabo tearing apart their companions with their hands. They just hovered in the sky and attacked with the Hades Autocannon in their mouths.
Perturabo was tired of these annoying flies. With a thought, the Iron Wings behind him detached himself from his body and flew towards the sky. Under the control of Perturabo, Iron Wings could always skillfully dodge the attacks of Heldrake and dismember the structure of Heldrake like a blade.
In a few seconds, Daemon Engine hovering in the sky will turn into scrap metal.
Taking this opportunity, Perturabo also gave the two Forgefiend a final blow, taking out their hearts and crushing them.
Drau still controls many Daemon Engine, but he knows that those engines cannot pose any threat to Perturabo. In the end, he is like an ancient knight, roaring the creed of Iron Warriors wearing strong armor, Iron Within, Iron Without, riding Hellstalker, and rushing towards Perturabo with a halberd and axe.
Perturabo is a little melancholy. He knows why Drau is in pain now, and he also knows that Drau will fight to death for the words Perturabo once said, even though Perturabo at that time didn't care about their life or death at all.
Drau was punched down by Perturabo. If he hadn't touched Primarchs, he could have done more, but now he could only lie in the mud like a wild dog with a broken leg, watching helplessly as his Hellstalker was torn into pieces by Perturabo.
It's as easy as throwing a toy...
Drau coughed several times in pain, and took off his helmet, wanting to use his own eyes to look at Perturabo, who was approaching him step by step.
"Iron Lord." Drau said after swallowing a mouthful of blood.
"I thought you would call me father." Perturabo said expressionlessly, his eyes covered by shadows.
Drau coughed a few more times and said, "If it were before, I would have called Dad."
Drau used his last strength to jump up suddenly and attack Perturabo directly with his halberd and axe.