paranoianovel Chapter 267 Feel the brother’s anger
Chapter 267 Feel the brother’s anger
Perturabo was still sitting on the throne, and the countless guns on his body had begun to roar. The plasma guns and heavy explosive bombs carried on the Armor of Law were fired at Guilliman.
Guilliman was the first to wake up. He was just in a trance and found himself in the enemy's trap.
The Imperial commandos were also prepared. Guilliman roared and charged at Perturabo again. He wanted to step forward to entangle Perturabo.
The second Titus was awake, he immediately woke his brother and began to remove the electronic pulse bomb and teleport beacon from his heavy backpack.
The Empire has a team of Terminator veterans waiting for them. They are the true elites of hundreds of battles, ancient warriors who have come from an era when there were no Primaris warriors.
Cannonballs can already be seen flying from the sky, and teleportation beacons have been set up to guide the think tank that was separated just now. The think tank, the Terminator assault team, and the long-awaited group of Gray Knights who were locked outside were teleported in.
The think tanks put up psychic shields to temporarily isolate enemy artillery fire, and the electromagnetic pulse bombs were quickly set up. Once they exploded, the surrounding guns and artillery would be completely ineffective.
Both Primarchs were at their most advantageous, with Guilliman surrounded by a large number of elite troops able to launch an offensive with more troops than fewer, and Perturabo leading his former brother into a trap he had set.
Perturabo's unusual behavior caught Guilliman's attention, and he did not even rise from his throne.
"Sanguinius is right. You are not the embodiment of reason and calmness. You are just using those boring rules to suppress the rage deep in your heart."
"You don't deserve to mention his name."
Hearing the name of his lost friend, a surge of anger burned in his heart. Guilliman's momentum continued unabated, the Emperor's Holy Sword blazing into the sky, and the Emperor was watching him.
A large number of alarms were generated in Perturabo's mind, and multiple bird servants and radars were locked on the electromagnetic pulse bomb. Once it was activated, all surrounding machinery would become ineffective in a short time.
Just what he wanted.
"Stupid Robert, you don't deserve your reputation."
Who said that the Mechanical Throne can only be teleported once?
When Guilliman charged towards Perturabo, the Mechanical Throne suddenly emitted a strange light. The sky-high light pillar illuminated the clouds, and the thick clouds reflected a strange brilliance.
A second teleportation was launched in a small area, taking away only Guilliman and Perturabo.
As the electromagnetic pulse bomb detonated, everything around them was frozen at the moment when the two original bodies disappeared. The iron ring robot froze in place. The continuous artillery fire did not dissipate, but became more fierce. The think tanks looked at each other, and the prophetic think tanks had begun to try to enter. Prophecy State, looking for the whereabouts of the Regent.
The location where Guilliman and Perturabo teleported was not far away, within Guilliman's extreme field of vision. Under the low visibility of the wind and sand mixed with black smoke, he could vaguely see the continuous artillery fire and gunfire dozens of kilometers away. Psychic light.
"Your warriors are being slaughtered, but my killing machine never stops."
Perturabo finally stood up from the throne. He was sure that if he disappeared, Guilliman would not be attacked by shells here. He had countless ways to leave. But Perturabo was here, and here the Iron Lord stood.
Guilliman could only rush towards him.
Both sides knew that the only way to resolve the entire war was to defeat the other side.
Without his psychic shield, Guilliman could only rely on his original body's reaction speed to avoid the overwhelming artillery fire.
The artillery shell has changed. It is no longer a blazing fireball, violent explosion and black smoke. It has become a roaring armor-piercing projectile, a rapidly flying steel needle, and even a thrown power weapon.
Guilliman was not Angron, as Perturabo knew very well. He was not a mad gladiator or a slave to Chaos.
As the controller of the mechanical army, Perturabo only believes in data. He wants to gain advantage bit by bit and break his armor of destiny first!
"Robert, enjoy this fight."
Guilliman responded to the Iron Lord's provocation with a roar. The steel needle flew past him. The original body's sensitive ears heard hundreds of wind sounds ringing around him. The strong wind slapped his resolute face, and his blue armor There was no threat from any shells.
Countless turrets were drilled out of the ground. In order to ensure accuracy, Perturabo's traps were placed within hundreds of meters. The flying speed of the steel needle would not exceed 0.1 seconds, but when the duel began, it still failed to hurt Robert.
"Aren't you planning to escape? Robert, this really surprises me. This doesn't sound like a calm leader of the legion."
"With honor on my shoulders, I must kill you."
"You are a slave too, a slave of honor, and you should play with that lunatic."
Guilliman slashed open the newly emerged Iron Ring robots with one sword, and then opened fire violently with the Hand of Dominance sub-bolter, destroying three Blocker robots.
He wielded the war blade, slashing horizontally, slashing sideways, and striking directly. Each sword was as fast as a storm. Guilliman killed Perturabo at an astonishing speed, and the Iron-Blooded Lord stood up from the Mechanical Throne and raised a huge blow. The mechanical palm slapped heavily on the mechanical throne.
A long crystal pole rose from the armrest of the throne, and the entire throne trembled and was on the verge of collapse. There was a trace of effort on Perturabo's steely face. He roared, grasped the long crystal clear pole, and pulled out a huge machete from the throne that was also burning with raging fire. .
The faint blue flame wrapped around the wild-shaped machete, which was slightly longer than the Emperor's Holy Sword. The surrounding air trembled slightly, and the weapon in Perturabo's hand declared its power.
The war blades of both sides collided with each other, and there was an explosion in the air. The air wave just spread out, and the two figures broke through the air wave and flew out each other.
Guilliman hit an iron ring robot, smashing it into pieces, and Perturabo staggered back a few steps and sat back on the throne. The machete hit the armrest of the throne, and there was a faint blue flame on it. Instantly cut the handrail into a molecular state.
Robert Guilliman stood up and looked at Perturabo in shock.
He thought that with the Emperor's Blade and "Father's Blessing", his combat power had been greatly improved, but now...
"Feel the roar of your other brother, Guilliman, whose power you will never match."
Perturabo held the knife in both hands and slammed the machete onto the mechanical ground. The wind and sand blew by, and the flames of the machete annihilated the black-gold sand. Only a few original bodies could see clearly what happened.
"His forging skills are really good." Perturabo said to himself.
A strong brother appeared in Guilliman's mind, and he asked in a deep voice: "Vulkan?"
"The Cutting Fire, a good weapon, suits my personality." As soon as the Iron-Blooded Lord finished speaking, a new round of bombardment covered the area where Guilliman was. Guilliman ran wildly, and his heart became more and more frightened.
"It doesn't belong to you! Despicable traitor."
The Armor of Laws burst out with bright light, and three thick arcs of electricity hit the Armor of Destiny. The servo system made a high-frequency abnormal sound. Guilliman's armor paused for a moment, allowing an armor-piercing projectile to hit it. His back.
Shrapnel flew and the warhead shattered, failing to penetrate the hard Armor of Destiny. Guilliman stepped heavily on a turret. The metal turret instantly dented and the steel needle inside was broken. Guilliman jumped up. , once again wielding the holy sword and slashing at the enemy.
A silver ball suddenly jumped out in front of Perturabo, and violent explosions and shock waves spread from between the two original bodies.
Guilliman focused his attention, turned his wrist slightly, and then slashed violently. The Emperor's Holy Sword carried blazing fire and cut through the shock wave that swept through, and the entire space seemed to be cut in half.
The cutting fire does not need to be rotated. Just standing there will allow the air waves to automatically divert.
Guilliman, who was falling rapidly towards Perturabo in the air, twisted his body, charged up his power for the second time in the air, and slashed diagonally at the pile of chaotic and regular metal pipes with his holy sword.
The second confrontation between the two weapons, with the pride of the forger, collided. This time, no sound or air wave was released. The emperor became serious, and every shock wave was annihilated by the holy flame.
Perturabo held the sword in both hands, and the armor on his body roared. A symphony of war echoed in the armor of laws. The machine soul was excited, outputting 120% of its power. The Iron-Blooded Lord struck Guilliman hard with a ferocious face. fly.
The Regent just held the sword with one hand, and took the opportunity with the other hand to send almost half of the explosive stock to Perturabo's abdomen.
Steel shattered, oil splashed, and the sound of mechanical rotation overwhelmed the sparks of broken cables. The Iron-Blooded Lord waved his hand. Before Guilliman even landed, countless gun muzzles had already been turned to the expected position, and steel needles and armor-piercing shells were bombarded with saturation. .
Perturabo had countless predictions of Guilliman's behavior in his eyes, burned into his mind in a unique way, and the signals sent out instantly by the brain-computer interface were like weapons dozens of kilometers around.
This time, Guilliman did not dodge the dense shells. He tried his best to adjust his body slightly. The steel needle ricocheted as it hit the thick shoulder armor. The armor-piercing bullet hit the holy sword blocking the chest of the original body before it hit it. The blade was vaporized by the emperor's holy flame.
Guilliman withstood a certain degree of impact, and his hard muscles trembled a few times, then recovered before even the Space Marines could react.
He opened his eyes and saw Perturabo taking the rare initiative to initiate close combat. Under the cover of a rare smoke screen, he slashed at him lying on the ground with a knife.
Perturabo's heavy armor is equipped with an overweight cutting fire machete, which can completely cut Guilliman's head open with one strike.
The regent's body was like lightning, and he avoided Perturabo's slash with his lighter weight.
The speed of both sides was so fast that it was difficult to see. As the two of them moved at extremely high speeds, disorderly wind and turbulence blew across the entire battlefield, and sand and broken machinery flew chaotically.
The Emperor's Holy Sword burned Perturabo's body, the steel was melting, the weapon barrel became bent, the laser gun failed, and the arc of electricity danced randomly on the armor of law.
The blue flames continued to corrode the Armor of Destiny, and more and more cracks appeared on this gorgeous, noble, and powerful armor.
Perturabo wielded a huge machete with the skill of a heavy sword, allowing Guilliman to face him head-on in terms of strength. Speed alone could not win. As Guilliman dodged the powerful and heavy blow, The steel needle hit the regent's body at a 90-degree angle, and the first huge hole appeared in the ravaged armor of fate.
The subtle manipulations of the original body made Guilliman constantly have to choose between enduring the wrath of the Iron-Blooded Lord or being hit by steel needle armor-piercing bullets. He could not even have a third option.
The vague massacre nearby also affected Guilliman's energy. With the explosion of the electronic pulse bomb, all electronic machinery lost its function, but what did it have to do with my mechanical mines and the far-away artillery positions?
The assault teams of the Think Tank and the Terminators were hit by a huge amount of artillery fire after the two original bodies were teleported away. When the prophetic Think Tank obtained the prophecy of Guilliman's location, they immediately rushed in that direction.
The Gray Knights were unable to teleport to a precise location based on vague prophecies. As they moved forward, they triggered powerful ancient mines. Even if they were not triggered, the surrounding mines were triggered by the bombardment of massive artillery fire.
"Your heirs are being slaughtered. Is this really okay? A wise and mighty regent? The savior of the human empire?" Perturabo's words were full of ridicule. Even during the Great Crusade, everyone generally considered him a master of war tactics. The first place was Guilliman, not him who conquered countless cities and lands. Now, he is about to win this war.
Guilliman still remained calm. The brother in front of him was both offensive and defensive. Even if he was slightly faster, it would not help him win, but he had the power of the Emperor.
He did not believe that the Emperor's Holy Sword was weaker than the Cutting Fire, and that the artifact Machine Soul created by Vulkan would not easily succumb to the traitor's power.
Guilliman fought and retreated, going deeper step by step, guiding Perturabo to make more provocative sword moves.
If Perturabo could always maintain a mechanical calmness, then he would not be Perturabo. When he thought that he could finally become the strongest war master among the Primarchs, he inevitably fell into a state of madness.
Guilliman's retreat became a symbol of defeat in his eyes, and the Empire's last hope was dying.
He finally made that arrogant slash, and he was reassured that Guilliman's counterattack would not be able to hurt him in this position.
However, the Emperor's Holy Sword moved, as fast as a thunderous giant, and slashed an arc-shaped fire shadow in the air. Guilliman held the sword with both hands, and all the strength in his body moved with it. The power of the original body was perfectly manifested at this moment.
"Ding~~" This sound was light and elegant. In addition to the loud volume, it resounded for dozens of miles around. The think tanks all heard the collision, and their morale was greatly increased and they rushed in this direction.
A tiny crack suddenly appeared on the blade of the machete, and then spread slowly. The network-like crack spread very slowly, but it was inevitable and unstoppable. Like the emperor's anger, it would burn everyone. The soul of a traitor.
Perturabo was shocked, and his momentum froze.
Seeing that the plan was successful, Guilliman's momentum increased and his offense and defense reversed. Regardless of the blood spilling from the injured tiger's mouth, he clenched his sword and charged towards his opponent.
The Iron-Blooded Lord also came to his senses, and the armor on his chest immediately threw out several silver balls, which spun around in the air before exploding in an attempt to cover his retreat and allow artillery fire to cover the area again.
Guilliman, who was so angry, split a bomb and the holy flame destroyed it, but the explosion of other specially-made bombs still briefly affected him.
Countless hoop robots lit up with red flashes, and the creaking robots used all their weapons to pile up in front of Guilliman, even self-destructing to cover Perturabo's retreat.
When the debris flow generated by the self-destruction of thirty-one iron ring robots ravaged this windy and sandy land, Perturabo returned to the Mechanical Throne panting. Using this weapon would inexplicably consume a lot of his power, like using his soul. power, but it did not affect the subspace origin of the soul.
He smashed the broken machete into pieces. One of the two armrests of the Mechanical Throne was broken due to the cutting fire. Now, he inserted the crystal clear crystal rod into the other intact armrest.
Guilliman burst out of the smoke, and the fast-moving air waves broke through the air barrier. He was faster than the speed of sound, and the Emperor's wrath was just a stone's throw away from the despicable traitor.
He used all his strength, gritted his teeth, and put all his energy into speaking on the war blade.
At this critical moment, the other armrest of the Mechanical Throne shattered, and blue flames flowed on the hammer handle, and the end of the hammer was not covered.
Who said the cutting fire was the machete? That's the crystal handle and the blue flame it emits!
The Iron-Blooded Lord held the hammer behind his back, and in a panic blocked Guilliman's offensive. However, due to his awkward posture, he was at a complete disadvantage. His body was pressed heavily on the Mechanical Throne, unable to move.
The two primarchs were wrestling almost face to face, the holy fire burning the corrupted armor of law, the machine spirit wailing, and Perturabo could receive fewer and fewer signals.
The battleships in the sky lost contact with him, followed by the Titan army and armored groups.
He gave the final order, artillery position, fire at me!
Guilliman leaned over him and asked him to carry the cannon!
The flames were destroying his iron face, and the artillery fire was also shattering Guilliman's body. The battle between the two sides reached the most tense moment, and the two Primarchs only had one breath left in their hearts.
Time passed by, Guilliman's back was covered in blood, and the sacred flames melted the Iron-Blooded Lord's face. When both sides were exhausted, the artillery fire suddenly stopped.
Feeling that the enemy's artillery was ineffective, Guilliman suddenly felt a surge of power in his heart and pressed towards Perturabo with all his strength.
.......
After digging for a long time, Red Torrent's anti-psionic warriors finally dug through the tunnel.
After the last sneak attack, the enemy did not pursue them in depth, but instead blew up the entire tunnel and destroyed the entrance to the cave.
But ordinary mud and sand cannot stop the concerted efforts of the Astartes. The sound and vibration of the tunnel bombs were ignored by the violent noise of the enemy's artillery position itself. The red figure of the adamantine armor emerged from the ground, in an unexpected place. The whole artillery position controlled by the iron ring robot was burned to the ground.
"For the Emperor, charge!" The last anti-psionic warriors dispersed into several troops and charged towards the surrounding artillery positions that continued to scatter light points into the sky.
......
"For the Emperor, die!"
When the flames of the Emperor's Holy Sword launched another offensive, Perturabo howled and his body suddenly sank.
The mechanical throne under his butt is not his, it belongs to the dark mechanical god Vashtor.
The demigod stood on the Tyrant Planet, facing the subspace rift that was slowly closing, and sighed.
The surging power escaped into nothingness. Almost at the same time, terrifying power emerged from the mechanical throne. The machine changed in the light of subspace. The entire machine seemed to have become an ownerless demonic engine. Perturabo's A thin psychic line suddenly appeared on the brain-computer interface, and he took control of this twisted and mutated throne.
Guilliman instantly lost his balance because the Mechanical Throne was changing. He was pushed back by the sudden appearance of the muzzle, and a huge crack appeared in his chest.
The Mechanical Throne squirmed, devouring all the iron ring robots around it, and the broken shells scattered on the ground were sucked into it. Cables and coils wrapped around Perturabo's remains. He seemed to be the driver of an eight-armed firepower Titan. member.
Guilliman looked at the scene in front of him in amazement. It was no less than looking directly into the warp. The Emperor's wrath was equally surging, and the icy sun cast a huge beam of light.
The strange power from the Crystal Maze reduced this blessing, and Guilliman only gained more powerful flames. These flames flowed on the Armor of Destiny, but did not repair the damage to the armor.
Perturabo launched the offensive, and the original eye saw clearly the structure of this powerful war machine at a glance. The Iron-Blooded Lord who lost his face lost his facial features forever. This was a lack of soul, but the chaos of the subspace was great. The emperor gave him more powerful power.
His power to sense machinery and data is greater than before. He does not need weak flesh and blood. The bird servant instrument and radar are his eyes. With control a hundred times more precise than before, he controls this huge mecha to bombard the base. Liman.
Guilliman was as small as an ant. Destructive shells struck Guilliman in formations in the air. There was no way to hide. A huge mushroom cloud appeared on the battlefield, the holy flame was ethereal, and the armor of destiny was broken.
Perturabo had never seen Guilliman's spurting blood so clearly. The flowing crimson river soaked the sand, and as the aftermath of the explosion turned into an unpleasant stench in the air, it floated farther away.
Guilliman was "in rags" and the situation was at its most dangerous.
The shattering of the armor of destiny lifted some mysterious restrictions.
The contents of the Deep Blue Protocol flooded into the Primarch's mind first, followed by more ancient memories, and the seal was ripped open, completely and completely.
Even though the last time the Emperor blessed him, he had completely escaped the shackles of the Armor of Destiny, but some special limiters had never been removed from him, and now, the limiters were broken.
Another round of bombardment hit him, and Guilliman, who had lost his armor, shook his body easily and disappeared in an instant.
Before the shock wave of the explosion dissipated, Perturabo found that the enemy's figure had disappeared from all detection instruments.
The huge and twisted mecha was instantly hit by several blows from different directions, and only one sentence echoed in the air.
"As you say, feel the roar of another brother."