The Lord of Iron's End

This Iron Statue was just a Construction Foreman during the 30K era.

During the 30K era, Perturabo led his Legions to conquer territories on the second line.

So much so that the steel statues showcased extraordinary construction capabilities.

Now, for the first time, the Iron Statue has truly demonstrated its combat capabilities.

Perturabo's Iron Statue is essentially giving him an additional Primarch- level Dreadnought clone.

More reliable and stronger than the Iron Circle Guards Iron Circle Guard!

True mutual understanding and shared abilities.

In other words, the Lord of Iron is now facing a one-against-two situation.

"Wake up, Perturabo, you know everything."

"Shut up! You have no idea what that corpse did to me!"

The Lord of Iron's rage was mixed with his increasingly frenzied attacks.

Perturabo looked at himself, now driven to madness, and felt only heartache and despair.

Damn Huangpizi, look what you've done!

"Of course I know, Perturabo, I know everything that happened to you, because I am you!"

"You once met the Emperor, and the Emperor once promised you a perfect future for humanity!"

"That kind of future is as beautiful as an Utopia!"

"But then what happened? You led your Scions and your people into the vast and Great Crusade."

Boom!

As he spoke, the Iron Statue had already restrained the Lord of Iron, Perturabo seized the opportunity to repel him.

"Later on, you discovered that the Emperor had only used you as a tool! A tool for conquest!"

"Since you know everything, you should get out of the way!"

Boom!

The Lord of Iron's rage, imbued with the power of Chaos, surged toward Perturabo.

"He betrayed his promise! He betrayed his ideals!"

"All the beautiful visions are false; he's just using me as a tool for his godhood! He's exploiting me and everything I have!"

But Perturabo did not back down at all.

"And what about yourself, Perturabo? You know, from the moment you were born, you knew everything."

"You and I were born wise, but think about what you've actually done?"

Perturabo's words caused the Lord of Iron's attack to halt.

What did I do?

Yes, he himself said that the corpse sitting on the Golden Throne was a Tyrant who used them as tools.

But what about myself? Aren't I the same?

He could not control the arrangements the Emperor of Mankind made for the Imperium, but he could control Olympia.

But he knew perfectly well what had happened in Olympia.

Under his rule, the entire Olympia was not only in dire straits, but its people were also living in misery.

People living under oppressive rule have no good days.

Perturabo's words reminded the Lord of Iron of many things from the past.

Taking advantage of this opening, Perturabo, together with the Iron Statue, firmly controlled the Lord of Iron in place.

"We are born wise men, we are born idealists, but we are not born practitioners."

Perturabo's voice was filled with helplessness and immense pain.

When he saw the Lord of Iron of this world, he truly understood just how terrible his fate had been before he met his Uncle.

He understood that the principles his Uncle taught him were so simple, so simple that they were crude.

But it was precisely this simple, even crude, truth that pulled him out of the Utopia cage of innate knowledge.

This led him from a person who constantly indulged in wishful thinking to one who eventually became a madman with distorted behavior.

He became a pragmatist who turned unrealistic dreams into reality.

That is precisely why Perturabo felt so much pain seeing himself in this world.

"What do you know! Emperor doesn't represent dreams; he represents power!"

"He destroyed the Imperium of Man, destroyed everything I had, destroyed my dreams!"

"I don't care who you are now, I'm going to kill him!"

Upon hearing the Lord of Iron's hysterical voice, filled with hatred and murderous intent, Perturabo knew there was no way to save him.

"Alright, since you insist, I'll see you off."

"Lorgar, I have a favor to ask you!"

"Fourth Brother, please speak freely. If it's within my power, I will certainly do it."

Let him rest in peace.

"I will. Go ahead and do it, Fourth Brother."

Lorgar's current abilities can eliminate the influence of Chaos and purify Chaos pollution.

If the normal procedure is followed, after Perturabo completely defeats the Lord of Iron, the Lord of Iron's soul will be completely burned to ashes by Lorgar.

In this way, the Lord of Iron who Daemonhood will completely disappear from this world.

But now Perturabo has made Lorgar change his strategy, which is exactly what Lorgar wanted to see, and he is very glad.

He was grateful that his brother, who was as cold and hard as steel, still had a kind heart.

This is a cause for celebration, a stroke of good fortune for the Imperium of Man.

Lorgar then joined the battle, and the Lord of Iron now faced a three-on-one situation.

Seeing that Lorgar had entered the battlefield, Perturabo no longer held back and joined forces with the Iron Statue to take the life of the Lord of Iron.

The battle lasted a long time, and its aftershocks reached the outer orbit of the Excommunication Planet.

"Shouldn't we go help?" Corvus asked.

"We cannot go now, nor should we go," Guilliman said.

It's clear that Perturabo now wants to give his other self a dignified death.

"Order the troops to deploy defenses around the Planet. Also, bring back all the captured Iron Warriors, disarm them, and restrict their movements."

"Yes."

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, with the cooperation of Perturabo and Lorgar, the Lord of Iron has gradually fallen into a disadvantageous position.

At this moment, Lorgar seized the opportunity and began purifying the Lord of Iron.

"No! You can't do this, Lorgar! I still want to take revenge on the Imperium of Man!"

Perturabo looked at the Lord of Iron who was struggling, his eyes filled with pity and bitterness.

The current Lord of Iron and the Lord of Iron who was almost completely sacrificed by Fulgrim are remarkably similar in their circumstances.

"It no longer matters, Lord of Iron."

"No, you bastard, you Daemon! You've ruined everything I had, you're no different from the Emperor!"

Perturabo, watching the Lord of Iron struggle in despair, uttered a statement that was considered extremely treasonous by everyone in this era.

"Lord of Iron, the Imperium of Man is dead, dead from the moment of the Horus Heresy."

"It's just that it's too huge; its death will take a very long time."

"No! This is fake, it's all fake!"

"Perhaps, Lord of Iron, but now, the Emperor of Mankind has become a rotting corpse, and the Imperium of Man is riddled with holes."

"From the very beginning, your dream was not Imperium of Man, but Imperium ruled by Emperor of Mankind."

"To Olympia, you expect yourself to be a wise and virtuous ruler; to the Emperor, you expect him to be a virtuous ruler."

"But you've never considered that Emperors aren't important, Imperium of Man aren't important, and neither are you."

"The torrent of fate rolls on, and under the weight of history, even the wisest and greatest beings will turn to dust."

"Now, it's time for you to face your death with a clear mind."