Chapter 153 145.Iron And Death
This is a jungle of steel and iron.
Black, gray, silver, as their footsteps spread, bright light spots streaked across the metal plane, calm and hard.
The only thing that breaks this oppressive whole is the Iron Warriors flag hanging on both sides of the corridor. The dazzling yellow and black stripes are intertwined, warning visitors.
The sound of the incense burner touching the armor was rustling, but it seemed so small among the dull footsteps.
The servitor opened the door for them.
Mortarion did not hesitate and strode in. Behind him, the Deathshroud silently followed their primarch.
The tall room is made of steel as far as the eye can see. There is not a single useless pattern or decoration. The minimalist and cold lines are straight. Countless dark screens are embedded in the walls, and dense information flows through at a rapid speed.
In the center of the room, under the huge flag, the Lord of Steel stood there.
Perturabo.
Mortarion thought the name silently in his mind, sizing up his brother.
The Lord of Steel was wrapped in thick silver-gray armor. The metal was like an extension of his body, shimmering in the white light of the room.
Countless cables protruded from his brain, connected between the armor, and exploded monstrously.
The first impression this brother gave to Mortarion was very similar to that of Faenus Manus. They both had a metallic texture, rational and cold.
But given that Mortarion had not gotten along well with Fainus before, Mortarion decided to lower his expectations again.
Malcador had mentioned Perturabo to Mortarion before, but the cunning mortal psyker said little about it.
"I care about the outside world and myself."
This was Machado's only comment.
Mortarion felt that this sentence was as if he had not said it. Malcador always liked to say some ambiguous words, and then let people freely think about it, and finally believed in the politician's words.
Regarding Perturabo and his legion, Mortarion did know some information in advance from Hades. Hades had previously been in contact with these warriors who liked to compare themselves to steel on Mars.
Mortarion thought of Hades's hesitant expression,
"As far as I know, the Iron Warriors are in awe of their father, but every time they mention him, their awe is a little tired and tired."
Mortar Li An blinked. Of course the children need to be in awe of their father, but tiredness?
Mortarion never intentionally tires his sons, they need to fear Mortarion, or perhaps fear him, but they will not tire.
The Death Guard is not a tiring place.
Neither is he.
Mortarion thought he did.
Then his brother must not care about his heir that much. Mortarion felt a little dissatisfied, but these emotions were quickly dispelled.
He does not care about the affairs of other legions. As long as they do not disturb the Death Guard, Mortarion will not easily lift his eyes from his own world.
Seeing Mortarion enter the room, his brother also came over from the strategic platform.
"Hello."
Mortarion's hoarse voice sounded, and he raised his hand first, wanting to express his sincerity.
He just wanted to beat up any alien at random, get away from trivial government documents, and Mortarion didn't care which legion he cooperated with.
As long as he was not working with Faenus or Vulkan, Mortarion tolerated subtle and unintentional malice towards others.
Perturabo looked at Mortarion entering the room. He deliberately chose a strategy room that he admired most to receive the brother from the agricultural planet.
This strategy room can display information from an entire star field at the same time, and the program set by Perturabo himself will allow this information to be presented on the screen in the most efficient manner.
Few other brothers are as precise and efficient as he is.
Perturabo looked at Mortarion who had just entered the door, hoping that this brother could understand all this.
But Perturabo soon realized that he could not see his brother clearly.
Mortarion covered everything about himself.
As previous assumptions faded from his brother, Perturabo realized how different Mortarion seemed compared to the other Primarchs he had known.
Mortarion was tall, and Perturabo was sure that only Vulkan and Magnus could reach this height.
But it wasn't Mortarion's height that concerned Perturabo.
His brother's respirator mask covered the lower half of his face, and the hood was pulled down extremely low, and the shadow covered the upper half of his face.
Countless incense burners were attached to Mortarion's armor, and the pungent poisonous gas slowly rose, mixing with white smoke, further obscuring Mortarion's already hidden face.
This made it impossible for Perturabo to see Mortarion's expression clearly.
Perturabo was briefly puzzled for a moment, the stench and pungent poisonous gas making him subconsciously dissatisfied.
But Mortarion's proactive greeting interrupted Perturabo, who naturally extended his hand and they shook hands.
"Commander of the Fourth Legion, Lord of Olympia, Perturabo." "
Commander of the Fourteenth Legion, Lord of Barbarus, Mortarion."
The two loosened their hands in tacit understanding and shook hands briefly. It seemed that neither party liked this welcome.
"The Fourteenth Legion received a distress signal from the Forge World of Graai and came here."
Mortarion spoke, and his eyes moved to the chess pieces on the strategy table.
"But it seems you have already started."
The Lord of Death's voice was very soft, like the breeze blowing through the farmland, and Perturabo could not hear any emotion in it.
But he was happy with Mortarion's choice of words, and yes, it was "Forge Worlds," not "Iron Warriors."
"Yes, the Iron Warriors have already begun this battle."
Perturabo tried his best to sound nonchalant. In fact, he did not care about this small war, if it were not for Mortarion's application. If we meet, then Perturabo will not stay here too long.
He turned sideways and led Mortarion to the strategy table, where the battlefield of Planet 106 was reproduced in real time by these small chess pieces.
The Iron Warriors' long-range heavy weapons troops have been pushed to Mine Area 02, which provides sufficient fire support for the Iron Warriors fighting on the front line in Area 03.
The Storm Bird flew from low altitude, and with the cooperation of ground troops, it passed through the enemy's air defense area and unleashed artillery fire on the heavy firepower equipment on the opposite side.
On the front line of the battle with the Necron infantry, Predator tanks are advancing staggeredly in step with the Iron Warriors. The fire support from the rear makes the advancement of the front as smooth as a bullet being loaded.
What makes Perturabo regretful is that the opposite side has not dispatched any high-power aircraft yet. Their air force is only a swarm of scarabs, which makes the sky area on this three-dimensional map somewhat empty.
Nor could he better demonstrate his own masterful command of the battlefield.
Perturabo looked at the strategy table, but his mind was not here. The pungent poisonous gas beside him made him feel dissatisfied, but he still stood here patiently and waited.
Look at this exquisite battle situation. A three-dimensional mobile battlefield is far beyond what people who only fight land battles on agricultural planets can achieve.
But Mortarion stood there like a dead tree without any reaction.
Compared to Perturabo, Mortarion stared at the map. He regretfully discovered that it seemed that this war did not require the participation of the Death Guard.
Seeing that Mortarion remained silent, Perturabo crossed his arms.
Mortarion is still trying to find a war zone where the Death Guard can intervene.
Perturabo took a few steps along the strategy table.
Mortarion was still staring at the strategy table in thought.
Perturabo stopped again.
Mortarion still stood motionless.
In the room, Hades, who was standing in the death shroud, saw this scene and his hair almost exploded.
This wave is going to be sent.
Perturabo is different from Faenus and Vulkan. This guy will most likely not tolerate a "low-level" person interfering in his "high-level" conversation.
Although Hades had tactfully scolded Perturabo at Mortarion several times before, intending to lower Mortarion's previous imagination of Perturabo so that Mortarion could prepare in advance.
As long as the expectations are not high, the reality will not be too cruel.
But obviously, Mortarion, who was obsessed with "finally not having to approve official documents", didn't really listen.
The Tridents on the other side were not feeling well either. They were Perturabo's military advisers in the Legion and were often with the original body. Some of them had realized that something was wrong.
For a moment there was no sound in the room except for the sounds of Perturabo's movements and the screams of Mortarion through his breathing mask.
Everyone except Mortarion felt a huge sense of oppression.
Mortarion blinked. Maybe he could let the Death Guard land on the back side of Mine No. 03, and then form a pincer attack with the Iron Warriors on the front line, tearing apart the opposing front lines on both sides.
The premise is that the Iron Warriors must provide the Death Guard with short-term air superiority in this area and suppress the enemy's rear firepower, otherwise the Death Guard's landing will become difficult.
Mortarion briefly sized up the Iron Warriors' forces and was pleased to see that they could provide air superiority to the Death Guard.
Although it was displeasing to Mortarion that another legion provided him with air supremacy, Mortarion knew that if the Death Guard came first, then the Death Guard would definitely be able to easily gain air supremacy in this area, and It would take less time than his brother did.
His brother spent part of his time repairing the trenches, which was obviously unnecessary.
"Can the Iron Warriors gain air supremacy over this place?"
Mortarion pointed to the position on the strategy table.
Perturabo was stunned for a moment, but then he raised his voice and said loudly.
Mortarion was questioning him. To question his ability, a man who just commanded a battle?
"Can't you see the results achieved by the Iron Warriors here? Air supremacy is obviously already within their grasp, or do you not understand the definition of air supremacy?"
Mortarion frowned when Perturabo began to roar. , didn't understand why his brother suddenly became angry.
He even deliberately avoided directly raising the topic of sending the Death Guard down, because he knew that "offering help" was not widely recognized among the legions.
But when Perturabo finished the second half of his sentence, Mortarion's confusion instantly turned to anger.
"What do you mean?"
Mortarion's words hissed out like the core of a poisonous snake, and he tightened his grip on his scythe.
"Perhaps the three-dimensional battlefield is still a bit difficult for you to understand."
Perturabo stared at Mortarion indifferently. He should not expect a person from the agricultural world to understand his wisdom.
After hearing Perturabo Mortarion laughed dryly at Labo's taunt, but his laughter sounded more like a leper's cough to outsiders.
Mortarion didn't understand why Perturabo suddenly started attacking him. , but Mortarion accepted it quickly. Rather, Mortarion acquiesced that everyone might attack him.
"It seems that my wise brother obviously wants to show off his complicated knowledge, but I can't understand your complicated vocabulary."
Mortarion deliberately gave his words a Barbarus accent, which made His voice became muffled, fast and vulgar.
"But if you understand the battlefield so well, then why didn't you follow him?" "Instead, you
are here, next to a brother who doesn't understand the three-dimensional battlefield."
They all know that "him" is who.
Mortarion hoped that his attack had hit home, for in his dealings with Malcador, Malcador often commented on the Primarch's attitude of placing too much importance on the Emperor.
Mortarion didn't care what the impostor said, but he also realized that his brothers didn't.
Perturabo roared angrily,
"What do you know when you just joined the Empire? Each of his battles just randomly selected nearby legions, and the Iron Warriors were given other more difficult and glorious tasks by him. You people are completely incomprehensible."
Mortarion realized that his attack had worked, ha, he was another child who cared too much about his father.
He decided to continue the attack, using what little knowledge he had of the other Primarchs and the Legion.
"Really? Does Horus Luperkar's legion happen to be near the emperor's army every time?" Before
Mortarion finished speaking, Perturabo opposite him suddenly became like a piece of metal again.
"Get out."
Perturabo said decisively.
"Hillbilly."
Mortarion paused and glanced at his scythe.
Hades was completely going crazy after seeing Mortarion's actions. He hoped that something would end this ridiculous dispute quickly, or could he say something - the
alarm sounded.
On the map, from the back of Planet 106, a fleet of shining green spaceships suddenly appeared in the void. The sickle-shaped group of black spaceships were flying towards the Iron Warriors fleet parked near the asteroid belt No. 106. !
The tomb system on the ground recognized the size of the Iron Warriors and Death Guards, further activating the sleeping undead army.
Perturabo glanced at the ships. They were far smaller in number than the Iron Warriors and were not worth mentioning.
[Mortarion? ]
Taking advantage of the brief silence between the two, Hades quickly opened the private call channel.
[Go back quickly and let the Death Guard ships evacuate behind the Iron Warriors ships! ]
Let the Iron Warriors' fleet attract a wave of firepower first. It seems that Perturabo did not realize the superiority of the Necronomicon fleet!
Mortarion's anger was interrupted by a sudden alarm and Hades's nervous words.
Mortarion was silent for a moment.
The Death Guard's ships were indeed recently replenished, and they had already lost some of them in Galaspa.
Mortarion was unwilling to lose his ship in this situation, in front of Perturabo.
【Walk. ]
Mortarion glanced at Perturabo, turned and left.
They had nothing left to talk about.
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