Going Through the Motions

On the Cadia defensive line, the tense atmosphere eased slightly due to the strong presence of the two Legions.

The soldiers withdrawn from the battlefield of Cadia looked at this brand-new metallic planet.

Their eyes revealed admiration and worship for this masterpiece of nature.

"Attention all units, a massive Warp reaction is coming from the direction of the Eye of Terror."

Half an hour has passed since they started resting, and that half hour feels like a luxury to them.

Half an hour later, Chaos launched another attack.

"Lorgar, we agreed that no matter who comes this time, you can't take them all down by yourself."

During the 30K era, other Legions of the Imperium of Man had already witnessed the Word Bearers' special attack against Chaos.

The restraint is just too strong.

Wherever Chaos appears, the Word Bearers arrives.

They would beat the other person into submission.

"No problem, it would be best if there were more, so we can divide them up."

"Please forgive my bluntness, Lorgar, the Chaos Primarch is not to be underestimated."

"Don't be so pessimistic, Roboute. I'm not like that sewer."

"Sewer?"

Guilliman never expected that Lorgar would refer to his other self in such a way.

"Yes, I've always had a very strong ability to counter Chaos. As long as I don't side with Chaos, I'm strong no matter how I fight."

"But in this timeline, I've chosen to side with Chaos."

"But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. They want the Imperium to split up, and a unit like mine would definitely be the first to be wiped out."

"Okay... alright."

Guilliman was at a loss for words; this was beyond his comprehension.

Enough talk, let's get ready for battle.

Before long, the Warp tides began to surge within the Eye of Terror.

Then, from the tide, they gradually came to recognize an outline.

"Is this some new model of Chaos Dreadnought?" Perturabo asked.

From a purely visual perspective, that Dreadnought is indeed enormous.

"I don't know. Our understanding of Chaos is very limited, and we don't know what kind of anti-human things they might come up with," Lorgar said.

"Imperium of Man, I have brought you destruction!"

That sound...

Upon hearing this voice, all the Primarch looked at Perturabo.

Don't look at me like that. I have nothing to do with that twisted dough stick.

"Twisted dough sticks?" Corvus wasn't quite sure what Perturabo meant by that.

"That's a twist! Isn't a twisted dough stick made by twisting?"

After Perturabo finished speaking, the room suddenly fell silent.

This joke is as cold as a steel plate.

More terrifying than the Night Haunter himself.

Because this joke was told by a steel plate.

"Fourth Brother, you'd better stop telling jokes."

"A bunch of guys with no sense of humor. Lorgar, you cover me while I go and meet the Lord of Iron of this world."

Be careful, don't be careless.

Don't worry.

Perturabo, with his guards, began to clash with the Lord of Iron's forces.

But at their very first encounter, all the Chaos Space Marines on the Lord of Iron's side were completely stunned.

"What's going on? Why am I seeing another version of myself?"

Don't ask me, I don't know either.

"And did you see that person? Does that look like Father?"

That's it. The Iron Warriors, who were already hesitant, were now frozen in place.

Why are there two Primarch here?

Even if you beat them to death, they still wouldn't understand why there are two Gene-Father.

Moreover, based on the connection between the Gene-seed, they could sense that the Gene-Father on the other side was even more... authentic.

Or to be more precise, the Gene-Father on the other side was more in line with their ideals.

"Then what do we do?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know either, I'm just annoyed!"

What else can we do? We'll just have to see how it goes.

Two identical Gene-Father, one of whom is closer to the ideal.

Now that these two are about to fight, whose side should they take? They can't take either side!

In the current situation, not helping either side is the best form of assistance.

Then a very bizarre scene unfolded on the battlefield.

Perturabo led his Legions in a crushing attack on the Lord of Iron's Legion.

The entire Chaos IV Legion held out for less than an hour under the attack of the Legion led by Perturabo.

It should be noted that the IV Legion is known for its toughness, yet it has only held out for less than an hour.

The Lord of Iron could see this immediately; it was obvious that his Space Marines were slacking off.

To put it more extremely, some of them are traitors.

"Damn it! Everyone, get moving right now! If we lose even one more position, you'll be sorry!"

Unlike the Lord of Iron's hysteria, Perturabo's side clearly noticed the changes here.

"Listen up, everyone! We must capture as many Chaos forces as possible. Do you understand what I mean?"

Capture as many Chaos faction members as possible.

This is the most absurd order the Iron Warriors have ever received.

"But why, my lord? They've sided with Chaos, and even their most prized military capabilities have been so neglected."

"The Space Marines on the other side don't want to fight," Perturabo said.

Now it was the Warsmith's turn to be puzzled.

They initially thought it was because the Chaos faction was too weak.

Now their Gene-Father is telling them that the other side didn't want to fight.

Isn't this a bit too absurd?

But there was nothing they could do; the Gene-Father had given the order, and all they had to do was follow it.

And so, an absurd scene unfolded on what was originally a brutal battlefield.

Every single Chaos Space Marine was captured.

At first, the Chaos Space Marines put up a slight resistance.

But after they were captured, they sensed the change in Perturabo and stopped resisting.

Then this phenomenon began to spread widely, just like an infectious disease.

Half an hour later, the Lord of Iron was left all alone.

"Who are you? What kind of Witchcraft have you used on my Scions?!"

The enraged metal Dreadnought roared, while Perturabo stood in front of it and picked at his ear.

"You must be having a hard time."

Perturabo's words immediately plunged the Lord of Iron on the other side into silence and bewilderment.

What did you just say?

"When Fulgrim sided with Chaos, he burned nearly half of your Essence. You must have suffered greatly for the past ten thousand years."

"Nonsense! I am the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, I am indestructible!"

"Stop pretending, Lord of Iron, you know who I am."

"That's why I understand the purpose of your current Dreadnought form."

"You're living on your obsession, aren't you?"

"Further words are useless, you imposter, die!"

It seems I was right.

Perturabo was born with knowledge; he understood his own character perfectly.

Seeing the Lord of Iron in this state, he knew that what he said was true.

"Very well, let me put an end to your life."

A Warp projection appeared behind Perturabo.

It was a colossal, Dreadnought.

Iron Statue.