You Think You're Worthy to Speak to Me!?
"Tsk."
Perturabo's voice contained a sense of helplessness. "Why are you so uneasy?":
"You are one of my brother's most proud heirs, and yet you have made yourself look like this."
"Go to the treatment cabin quickly and get your arm reattached."
He flicked it casually, and Titus's body drew an arc in the air and was thrown backward.
In the sky, silver-gray and golden figures emerged one after another from Warp.
The warriors of Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists, each wearing heavy Power Armour, holding Chainsword, power hammer, and Bolter in their hands, stepped out of the void.
They're not here to fight - they're here to ashes.
But when they saw this scene on the battlefield, they invariably clenched their weapons.
Swarm of insects.
Dark green insect swarm.
Swarms of insects that cover the sky.
Their Gene-Father--Dorn and Perturabo--are standing in front of the dark green curtain.
Several Iron Warriors Apothecary rushed forward and caught the Titus that was thrown away by Perturabo.
They carefully placed him on the ground, opened the medical bag they carried with them, and took out the silver-white, slender steel wires.
It was for temporary suturing, not permanent treatment, but it was enough to last Titus until he returned to the battleship.
They used steel wires to pass through the wound on Titus's left arm and re-fix the cut muscles together.
They used the same steel wire to sew up the fracture on his right shoulder, and barely aligned the jagged blood vessels and nerves.
As for the Secondary Heart that came out of the chest and was still beating.
They didn't touch it for the time being, because it was a Primarch-level injury that required more professional equipment to handle.
The sound of the steel wire passing through the skin is very soft, like the sound of a needle passing through cloth.
Titus didn't scream or groan, he just lay there and looked at the silver-gray and golden figures still lining up in the sky.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised - that was a smile.
That "I don't have to die" smile.
Perturabo looked at those Apothecary busy at work, a trace of satisfaction flashed in those gray eyes.
Then he turned around and looked back in the direction where Swarm Prince flew out.
The sarcastic smile on his lips grew deeper.
Swarm Prince fell into the pile of rubble, coughing up blood.
Dark green blood, mixed with broken carapace fragments, gushes from its mouth and forms a small pool on the sand.
Its brain was Chaos, as if something had hit it hard from the outside, and then stirred up a few times from the inside.
The feeling was more intense and irresistible than when Titus's sword penetrated his abdomen.
It felt like half of its brain had been beaten to pieces.
The remaining half was also shaking violently, and the world in front of me rotated 360 degrees.
Sometimes the sky is above, sometimes the ground is to the left, sometimes the silver-grey bald head appears in its field of vision, and sometimes it disappears again.
It struggled to stand up.
Its hands were placed on the sand, and the knuckles with broken carapace were exerting force, making a tiny sound like glass being crushed.
It raised its knees and leaned forward, trying to regain its balance.
Then it saw its sword stuck in the sand dozens of meters away.
The seven-colored sword blade reflected dim light in the sun, but it was out of reach.
It saw again that silver-gray figure walking towards it.
The steps were neither urgent nor slow, each step was like a hammer hitting the ground, and each step made his heart tremble.
Perturabo walked up to Swarm Prince, lowered his head, and looked down at it with his gray eyes.
He is now a full five meters tall, covered with silver-gray Power Armour, standing there like a steel fortress.
And this fortress is still roaring, still rushing forward, and still breaking through all obstacles in front of it.
"Human Primarch."
Swarm Prince's voice is hoarse, but its mouth is still moving, what it wants to say.
I want to say "It looks really strong", I want to say "But I'm not unprepared", I want to say "You can't kill me"--
Then, Perturabo's palm came up again.
That hand was faster, stronger, and more unstoppable than before.
The five fingers were spread out, and the silver-gray energy lines on the palm of his hand were extremely bright, with a kind of irritability that said, "I'm too lazy to listen to you."
Swarm Prince flew out again.
This time it didn't hit the ruins, but passed directly through them.
It dragged a long, deep ravine on the sand, and then hit the tentacles of a Hive Ship in the distance.
The tentacles broke under its impact, and dark green body fluids spurted out, pouring on Swarm Prince's body, staining it into a mess.
Perturabo took back his hand, looked at the smoking ravine in the distance with his gray eyes, and the mocking smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.
"A stinky Xenos."
His voice was not loud, but every word was carried far, "Where did you come from with so much bullshit? You don't think you are qualified to let me listen to you, do you?"
He turned around and stopped looking at Swarm Prince.
His eyes swept over the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists warriors who were still pouring out of Warp, and across the warriors who were forming formation and preparing for the second charge.
"Stop looking and get to work!"
His voice crackled in the communication channel, "Today's target has not been completed yet! Anyone who delays progress because of these bugs will not be able to eat tonight!"
The soldiers of Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors let out a low war cry at the same time.
That roar echoed on the battlefield, overwhelming the screams of the insects, the burning sound of the ruins, and the weak heartbeat of Swarm Prince.
In the distance, amid the dark green curtain of insect swarms, the largest ship, Hive Ship, was slowly retreating.
It did not move forward because its "prince" was knocked away and it needed time to reassess the situation on this battlefield.
Its tentacles slowly contracted in the void, and the Tyranids creatures on the ground also began to retreat toward the mothership.
Swarm Prince climbed up from the sand.
Its body was trembling, its carapace was full of cracks, and the blue-white light in its eyes had dimmed to gray.
It looked at the silver-gray figure who was turning away.
Looking at Primarch who was directing the soldiers to "dust off", I felt an unprecedented feeling in my heart.
Not anger, not fear, but a kind of... confusion.
Human Primarch is different from what it imagined.