Steel Within and Without!

No, not just smiling - he was sarcastic.

He would use that calm, expressionless tone, as if describing the weather, and say things that would make you jump in anger.

He will make up for it just right when you are in your worst mood.

When you feel like you have finally won today, he will use one sentence to let you realize that you are still on his chessboard.

This is definitely not something Roge·Dorn can learn by himself.

Guilliman.

Perturabo's mind came to mind, that blue-gold face that always looked tired, handsome, and had a smile that was a bit unbeatable.

It must have been taught by Guilliman.

That thirteenth brother, that ambitious Lord Regent, that Son of War who went all the way from Terra to the other side of Milky Way, not only was he full of evil, but he also taught Shitou how to stab others in the heart.

Perturabo severely despised himself in his heart.

Perturabo, you actually feel happy because you are ridiculed, you actually feel happy because this stone becomes humorous, do you still deserve to be called steel?!

Today he continues to become stubborn and internally dissatisfied.

"That's enough."

Roge·Dorn's voice interrupted his internal conflict. The voice was still calm, but there was a calmness in it that said, "I have seen through you." "You twisted steel. Go and take off the head of the Prince of the Insect. If so, I can barely count as a tie with you today."

Perturabo's movements stopped.

His body froze in place, and his gray eyes stared at Dorn, his gaze full of disbelief.

It's not because he thinks this condition is too harsh, but because he thinks this condition is so good that it makes him wonder if Dorn is possessed by some Chaos Gods.

"What did you say?"

His voice was a little dry.

"I said."

Roge·Dorn finally turned his head and looked directly at Perturabo with his amber eyes. There was no joke in his eyes, only a determination of "I keep my word", "If you can take off the head of the Insect Prince, it will be a tie today."

The corners of Perturabo's mouth twitched slightly.

He wanted to say something, wanted to maintain his "I don't care" attitude, and wanted to let Dorn know that he Perturabo didn't need anyone's charity.

But his mouth opened and he swallowed the sentence halfway.

Because he saw something in Dorn's eyes that he had never seen before - not sympathy, not pity, but a kind of recognition.

"Don't go back on what you said, Roge·Dorn."

Perturabo's voice became serious, and that serious tone changed his whole aura.

He is no longer a brawler arguing with his brothers, but a warrior accepting challenges.

Roge·Dorn turned back and looked at the twenty approaching insect nest creations again.

His Chainsword lay horizontally in front of him, and the serrations of the blade made an even more harsh roar as it rotated at high speed.

His voice was calm and steady. "I am Roge·Dorn. My words are as stubborn as stone and I will never regret it."

Perturabo said nothing.

He turned around, his movement clean and neat, without any unnecessary hesitation.

His figure dragged out a long trail of silver-gray flames on the ground, which pointed directly in the direction where Swarm Prince was crawling.

His aura completely changed at that moment - it was no longer the somewhat awkward Perturabo who was bickering with his brothers, but a Primarch who was exploding with all his strength.

"Steel Within and Without!"

His roar exploded on the battlefield. The sound was like a torrent of steel hitting the city wall, like a 10,000-ton forging hammer hitting Anvil, and like the roar of the entire fortress when it was activated.

His body began to expand amidst the roar, and silver-gray Psionic Energy flames spurted out from every crack in his Power Armour, enveloping his entire body in a ball of burning energy as hot as lava.

He took steps, and the steps were no longer walking, but charging.

Like a human-shaped tank, its tracks race across the sand and gravel, like a mobile war fortress, crushing all obstacles along the way.

Those Tyranids who are still trying to stop him are like paper in front of him.

He knocked them away, crushed them, and moved forward over their remains.

His speed became faster and faster, until he dragged a long trail of Tyranids debris and silver-gray flames behind him.

Roge·Dorn looked at him with all his strength, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Then, he reached into the depths of Power Armour and took out a booklet from the secret compartment that only he knew.

It was a booklet bound with a Adamantium cover, and the corners had been turned and frayed.

There is no title or decoration on the cover, only a line of handwritten words - "Perturabo User Manual".

Author: Robert·Guilliman.

The content of the manual is not long, with only three items, but each item is the ultimate truth summarized by Guilliman through countless observations, analyzes and practices.

Article 1: Listen to Lord of Iron, don't listen to what he says, look into his eyes.

Lord of Iron said "I don't care", his eyes were burning.

He said, "Let's go." His fingers were trembling.

He says "I don't need help" and his back is facing you.

His mouth and his heart always grow in opposite directions.

Only the eyes don't lie.

Article 2: If Lord of Iron looks serious or pretends to be angry, then there is a high probability that he is very happy.

Because that's what naughty people are like.

The way he expresses his happiness is not by smiling, but by staring.

His way of expressing gratitude is not to say thank you, but to say, "That's just the way you are."

The way he expresses his approval is not to nod, but to snort contemptuously, and then turn around to do what you asked him to do.

The third one is also the most important one.

If Lord of Iron is disobedient, then immediately compare him with Roge·Dorn.

Make sure one is accurate and every command is effective.

"Roge·Dorn can do it, why can't you?"

"Roge·Dorn completed the target in only three hours yesterday."

"Roge·Dorn would never screw up at a time like this."

--As long as the four words "Roge·Dorn" are used, Lord of Iron will enter the best fighting state within 0.3 seconds.

Roge·Dorn stuffed the booklet back into the secret compartment and focused his gaze on the twenty approaching insect nest creations again.

A heartfelt sigh surged in his heart.

Guilliman Ah, how far can you see with those eyes?