Emperor's Bane

Chapter 17 Dawn Redemption (Thirteen)
The Stormbird charged into the storm.

The windy season in the Orchis Valley is the most notorious spectacle on the Dawn Star. Whenever the world is concentrated in the northern hemisphere by the stars it surrounds, huge amounts of cold and hot air will move around with changes in heat. Moving, most of them will eventually have the most violent and longest collision and fusion in the wide Orchis Valley, thus forming the largest-scale gale season that can sweep half the world.

This sign is so famous that tourists from other worlds come here every year, adding as many as hundreds or as few as dozens of outsider death indicators to Dawn Star.

"All our navigators have completely lost control, my lord, the data shows that the electromagnetic overload rate here has reached at least 400%, and no instrument can withstand this figure!"

Balben-Falke's panicked voice dissipated in the violent wind outside the tempered glass, and Perturabo ignored his heir's gaffe. At this time, the Primarch was staring at the console in front of him, Dozens of instrument panels were neatly arranged on it, but at this moment they have all lost their function, only the ticking and collision sound caused by the crazy swing of the pointer is left.

The Stormbird belonging to the Primarch of the Iron Warriors Legion is naturally specially made. Perturabo personally built his sky mount into a sky fortress capable of soaring under legion-level firepower, even the most violent hurricane is not enough to disintegrate his creation.

And even if an anti-aircraft artillery really shot down this iron eagle, the dozen or so elite Astartes deployed on it and even the Primarch himself would make the person who shot it regret his explosive luck.

But the Primarch and his servants encountered another problem at this time: the continuous storm in the valley has seriously disturbed the magnetic field here, and they were trapped in the center of the strong wind, even the simplest east-west north-south It's hard to tell, let alone keep one direction and rush out in the storm.

Falk's eyes wandered in the dark gray howling, he could even see the crashed or torn aircraft on the surface, they were scattered in all directions, some could still see the freshly applied paint, while others Already pure rotten iron.

Apparently, they were not the only unlucky ones who had been trapped here. Some of them soon became splinters in the wind along with their weak vehicles, while others were even more unfortunate: Temporarily holding them in his hands, these trapped beasts can slowly watch the fuel run out, desperately calculating how long it will be before they fall to the ground.

But Falk didn't have time to remember them, because now he and his genetic father are following in the footsteps of those guys, Perturabo's trident tried hard to keep himself calm, after some thinking to no avail, He turned his attention to his father.

Perhaps to others, Perturabo of Olympia is a neurotic tyrant, a completely unreasonable madman, but the Iron Warriors don't see it that way.

Despite having encountered the most terrifying greeting ceremony in the galaxy, there are still a large number of Iron Warriors who will regard their genetic father as the slayer of monsters, the winner of wars, the creator of fortresses, and a powerful man like a god. , but only a powerful father who was alienated from them because of various original bodies.

Falke was one of them, and when all looked hopeless, he almost naturally turned his eyes to his genetic father-not just him, but every Iron Warrior present was doing the same.

Bathed in the expectant eyes of his heirs, Perturabo just raised his head and looked at the sky.

After a long time, a clear command came out of his mouth.

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From the moment he could remember, Perturabo never liked to look up at the sky.

Because he can always see it.

He always saw that eye, that huge eye in the starry sky.

It has no whites or pupils, it just stands there simply, scanning everything around it blankly, as if it would suck them all in.

Perturabo feared it, instinctively.

When he finally reunited with his father, when he finally returned to the Empire, he began to understand the truth of the stars and the Milky Way, and knew the face of the eye: the Empire called it Cygnus X-1.

Among the Emperor's People, some thought it was just an all-too-rare celestial body, others a unique black hole, and historians called it the lost capital of an ancient empire.

But Perturabo didn't listen to these words, and he gave the eye a name:
Eye of Fear.

He could see it all the time, and if he couldn't see it, he could feel it, no matter where in the galaxy he was.

And now, as always, when Perturabo looked up at the starry sky, even though his vision had been obscured by endless storms, he was still able to detect the location of the Eye of Terror with his intuition.

According to its location, the Primarch started his own navigation. He used calculations and dictation to command the operators of the Stormbird. When they couldn't help feeling anxious, they finally rushed out.

"...God."

At the moment when he rushed out of the storm, Falke almost couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He was lamenting not only the power of the father of genes, but also the things after the storm.

It seemed that Perturabo didn't need to look for it at all, because what he was looking for was behind the storm, and anyone could see it at a glance.

Not because it is so conspicuous, but because it is big, it is too big.

The entire Orchis Canyon has been completely remodeled, and it is now a purely giant artificial platform covered with all kinds of machinery and automated robots. The Iron Lord can see this at a glance. The purpose of the giant machine: It is sending its drills and instruments deep into the ground to shake the plates of the Dawn Star from the very foundations, Perturabo is not sure exactly how it does this, because he is on that platform He saw countless equipment that even he didn't recognize, perhaps, this is an ancient relic from the golden age.

The Iron Lord tried to get his Stormbird closer, but the almost constant anti-aircraft fire above the platform dispelled his idea. After much hesitation, Perturabo still made a decision.

"Falke, get me the orbital fleet."

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Orges is burning.

According to the coordinates provided by the Primarch, the fleet loyal to the Empire quickly found their prey. Although the strong wind in the valley was enough to resist most outsiders, these natural defenses were still ineffective in the face of the firepower of the Imperial Fleet. pale.

Perturabo witnessed the bombs falling from the sky and high-temperature rays destroying this huge machine bit by bit, but his face was not happy with all this, because the Lord of Steel could clearly feel that even though the machine had been destroyed Destroyed, but Dawn Star's crust is still rotating at an excessively violent speed.

Clearly, the machine has done its job.

Dawn's doom is inevitable.

Falke held his breath. He witnessed his father's face darken a little bit. On the surface, Perturabo was still giving orders normally, and the Stormbird successfully rushed out under his command and navigation. After the storm was cleared, they began to sail back to Carena City.

But privately, based on his own experience, Trident was able to determine that countless dark clouds were hovering in the heart of his genetic father. He was not sure whether those dark clouds came from the destruction of Dawn Star, or he had to order the destruction of a relic Helpless.

And with the transmission of Phryx's communication, the dark clouds of the Iron Lord also gathered to the peak.

"The city of Carena has been attacked, my lord."

Flix's voice appeared calm and orderly, Falke could feel the communicator full of calls for help and orders to clean up the battlefield.

"already solved?"

"Yes, my lord, the governor of the empire rescued by Lord Magnus is also a believer of [Son of Sitan], he used his authority to open the defensive position of [Salimavis] to respond to the mob's attack. "

"But Lord Magnus returned in time, and under his command and dispatch, the rebellion has been suppressed."

"very good."

Before Perturabo's compliment fell, he heard his brother snatch the communicator.

"Perturabo, can you hear me, I'm Magnus."

"Yes, my brother, of course I can hear you."

"Okay... I have something to tell you."

"Say."

"I think we need to withdraw, I mean—your Legion and my Legion, all withdraw, back to the Orbital Fleet."

"..."

"This is not the time for joking, Magnus."

"I'm not kidding."

"Withdraw troops? Magnus, my brother, what you said is very easy, but what about the refugees? There are at least millions of people on Dawn Star who have not evacuated. Do you want me to abandon them!"

The roar of the Iron Lord made the extremely fast-flying Stormbird tremble three times.

"That's what I'm going to tell you, brother."

On the other end of the communicator, Magnus seemed to take a deep breath.

"I know it's hard to take, but..."

"Perturabo, we need to kill them."

"Who? Kill who?"

"The people of Dawn, all the people of Dawn, we need to kill them all."

"..."

"..."

"...do you know what you're talking about, Magnus!"

"I know, and I understand."

"And I can tell you, Perturabo, my brother."

"It's all about them."

"It's all for the Empire."

　There are some things at home today, so the update is a bit weak, I apologize here.

　　As for the issue of Perturabo and the Eye of Fear, Perturabo could indeed see the Eye of Fear since he was a child, and it was he who named the Eye of Fear. Maybe this is a special ability?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)