supreme commander's bizarre adventure

As for himself...Hon Suo's gene-seed is half Iron Warrior, and the other half is from the Imperial Fist. He is an out-and-out hybrid.

After walking into the bridge, Hong Suo asked the Iron Warrior who was staying in the bridge:

"Can you be sure it's the summoning order of the Legion?"

"Of course we can be sure. We checked dozens of times and confirmed the news with other warbands."

Frix the Breaker, the former first company commander of the Iron Warriors Corps and a member of the Trident replied, of course, these titles no longer have much to do with him, and have even become his nightmare... the past The glorious and long war has worn down Fryx's ambitions, and he has even been reduced to a second-tier figure in the warband of Honsou.

"Tsk..." Hong Suo snorted disdainfully, "Couldn't it be another guy who proclaimed himself the commander of the legion, and then asked Fabius, the son of the emperor, to create some 'primarch'?"

"Isn't that what we came here for?"

Frix asked back, and then he saw a smile on Honsou's face, who seemed to enjoy destroying the Primarch.Just as Fryx was about to say something more, the crew on the bridge reported that several more Iron Warriors warships had jumped out of the warp and came to this remote galaxy.

"Aha, isn't this our dear half brother, the great war blacksmith Hong Suo?" A voice was inserted into the bridge, and Hong Suo knew that the owner of the voice was Du, the leader of the war gang of the Brotherhood of Steel. Mal (didn't find the name in the official history, just picked one), "You actually came here, I thought you would follow that Warmaster to attack Cadian or other ghost places."

"I can't ignore my brother's concerns," Hong Suo responded with a mocking tone, "doesn't this make me appear unreasonable?"

"You tell a good joke...but let's get down to business, Warsmith, shall we meet on the ground?"

on the ground?

Hong Suo's fingers tapped subconsciously on the projection platform in the bridge. He looked at the planets on the platform and the warship projections of various Iron Warriors gangs, and began to calculate quickly in his mind... After a little thought, he Responding in a calm and steady voice:

"Of course, my half-brother, but I have a better idea, like... come to my ship? After all, it's better to stay in the Legion Hall in a Legion Flagship than to stay on the barren surface of a barren planet." It's more comfortable, isn't it?"

The communication suddenly became messy, and more communication was connected to the Iron Blood, which is the flagship of the Iron Warriors Legion, which made the bridge a bit noisy, but amidst the noise, Hong Suo began to smile, He knew that his proposal would be affirmed, and there was no other reason, just because here, his power was the strongest.

The former Iron Warriors Legion has been completely disintegrated. Tens of thousands of Iron Warriors are scattered throughout the galaxy. Some of them follow Abaddon to attack the Empire again and again, and some simply hide their names and disappear on a certain planet. Like other Legions of the Chaos Astartes, they split into warbands that followed a powerful Daemon or Lord of the Chaos Astartes.

Today, there are still more than 2 Astartes who use the Iron Warrior gene seed, half of them became Astartes after the end of the Great Rebellion, and most of them It is the Chaos Astartes, not the traitors who simply hate Chaos... There are only more than 1 real legionnaires, and it is these people who are here today.

Hong Suo waited quietly for 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, all communications fell silent, and a warband lord replied:

"Okay, we will go to the flagship of the Legion, the war blacksmith Hong Suo."

"Very well, then I will prepare a suitable welcome instrument for everyone—what's the sound?!"

Before Hong Suo could finish his words, a piercing siren sounded from inside the bridge. He looked down displeasedly, but saw the crewman operating the auspicious instrument looking back at him in panic, and said quickly:

"An object of enormous mass appeared! No warp reaction!"

"Turn off that damn alarm first, and then project that thing..."

Before Hong Suo finished speaking, he heard a cold voice forcefully squeezed into the internal communication channel of his battleship. The voice echoed on the bridge, as arrogant as if he was the owner of the battleship:

"I am Perturabo."

Along with this voice, there is also the identification code unique to the Primarch of the Fourth Legion and his projection——

The figure of the Olympian tyrant appeared on the bridge of Iron Blood, and the battleship's machine soul offered its loyalty to Perturabo almost at the moment the code was sent!

"Everyone, come to my fortress... After all, staying in the legion hall of a huge fortress is more comfortable than staying on the barren surface of a barren planet, isn't it?"

"...Yes." xN

"..."

Hong Suo's breath was suffocated, he heard voices of unhesitating responses from all communications, no matter whether the owners of these voices were willing or not... The communication interfaces from different warbands were closed one by one, like one by one A slap hit Hong Suo's face.

What made him even more ashamed was that those iron warriors from the legion period who stayed in the bridge had some weird nostalgic expressions on their faces. Some even ignored Hong Suo and turned and left the bridge directly!

"Warsmith."

Fricks' voice sounded, and Hong Suo turned his head to look at him, only to see the latter's face was flushed with uncontrollable surprise and excitement. The former company commander said:

"You need to give orders."

"..."

After exhaling slowly, Hong Suo looked down at the huge fortress projection on the projection platform, and gradually extinguished the anger in his heart. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, he turned around and patted Frix on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Ha, brother, prepare those slaves with my most magnificent armor, and you will teach me how to meet a noble Primarch."

"Of course, I'd love to."

Fryx didn't notice Honso's fake smile, he had been occupied by the Primarch's return and all his thinking ability.

Chapter 798 Chapter [-] Heart of Steel

In this remote galaxy, the 200-kilometer-long Fortress of Glory is quietly suspended in the orbit of a planet, and there are nearly [-] warships of various types moored not far from the fortress, but most of them are cruisers There are only battleships of the level below and below, the Iron Blood and a few other battlecruisers.

Glory Fortress is roughly conical in shape, with a light golden appearance, which is similar to the mountain array of the Imperial Fist.In addition to being equipped with neutron killing weapons, the entire fortress is also protected by various powerful weapons, ranging from the mainstream macro cannons and light spears of the empire, to UEF's classic giant railguns and plasma cannons.Not only that, the Fortress of Glory is also equipped with an automated manufacturing plant and a quantum transmission system, which can transmit itself while also delivering fighter jets or powerful bombs through the quantum gate.

As for its internal structure and decoration, it is full of the solemnity and solemnity of the empire during the Great Expedition. It is a style that is gorgeous but far simpler than the current mainstream aesthetics of the empire... Moreover, every Aspen who has come to the joint headquarters The Tate Legion has left its own unique artistic style in various areas of the Fortress of Glory.

But obviously, the members of the Iron Warriors who came to the Fortress of Glory now have no intention of visiting.

Hundreds of Thunderhawk fighter planes are parked in the open gantry of Glory Fortress. There are at most five or six Iron Warriors who get off the fighter planes. Some of them have mutated, and some of them have been cut off. The mutated limbs were replaced with steel, but more people were the same as before, only the armor became older.

"Tsk... Glorious Seiko Power Armor, Iron Halo and Magnetic Rail Shoulder Cannon, Power Weapons and Deflagration Weapons in Hands," Hong Suo looked at the angry warrior painted by Iron Warriors standing in the passage, his face With some envy, "That's a big deal... Could it be that our Primarch fell at the feet of that carrion again? That's a good joke."

"Pay attention to your words, Hong Suo, Master Perturabo's temper is not as good as you imagined."

Fricks reminded that the latter cleaned up his armor very carefully, and repainted the painting of the Iron Warriors Legion. The yellow and black painting looked very eye-catching in Hong Suo's eyes, but later The reporter didn't say anything more, just sneered.

The "Iron Warriors" standing inside and outside the passage and in various parts of the Gnakuli did not say much, but indifferently guided the members of the warband to the Legion Hall. After they all left the Gnaku, the "Iron Warriors" "They looked at each other and began to block the Ganaku... At the same time, all unauthorized signals here will be intercepted or tampered with.

Twenty or ten minutes later, hundreds of Iron Warriors representing their respective warbands came to the Legion Hall in the Fortress of Glory, which can accommodate tens of thousands of angry warriors at most. It is divided into upper and lower floors, showing an overall A Roman theatre-like format, but also adaptable to different kinds and numbers of congregations, while in the deepest part of the hall sits Perturabo, Tyrant of Olympia, Lord of the Fourth Legion on a throne!

"It's really you! Our genetic father!"

The Iron Warrior who saw Perturabo first yelled loudly. He took off his helmet, staggered and knelt in front of Perturabo. He lowered his head and said in an excited voice:

"I'm--"

"I know you, Centurion Gail of the 92th Battalion of the 7nd Battalion of the Legion. You were promoted to this position in the battle against the Randan Alien, and you have not been promoted since then."

Perturabo spoke expressionlessly about the past of the person in front of him. After hearing his words, the centurion named Gail bowed his head deeply with embarrassment and honor, and no more words .Immediately afterwards, the tyrant of Olympia turned his head to look at the others, named a few people at random, and mentioned their past... This is proof that he is indeed the Primarch of the Legion, and not drilled out of some training equipment of clones.

After Perturabo finished speaking, the entire legion hall fell into an awkward silence. After this awkward atmosphere lasted for about three or four minutes, the former Trident member Frix walked out of the crowd. He first spoke to Pertura Bo saluted respectfully before asking:

"My lord... where have you been all these years, and why are you summoning me now?"

In fact, Fricks had a lot of doubts in his heart. Regarding the doubts about the past, the present and the future, he looked eagerly at Perturabo, hoping that the latter could give him answers one by one.

Perturabo did not directly answer Frix's question, but first glanced at the members of the Iron Warriors in the Legion Hall, taking into account the expressions and physical conditions of each of them, and then he slowly ground opening:

"I was fighting Roger Dorn, and I was caught in the quantum flood with him after the quantum gate exploded, and I was thrown into another universe, and I spent a long time there, but obviously , the time flow rates of the two universes are not the same."

"As for the reason for summoning you..."

Perturabo glanced playfully at everyone present:

"To put it simply, I'm going to go back to working with that rotten bastard whose ass is stuck to the throne..."

"My lord," Hong Suo no longer remained silent, he walked out of the crowd and knelt in front of Perturabo, and said in extremely respectful and polite words:

"Excuse my rudeness, what prompted you to make such a...crazy decision?"

Hong Suo looked up, but found that Perturabo's face was not angry, but with some doubts. The latter raised his chin, turned his head and asked Frix:

"Who is he?"

"Warsmith Hong Suo, my lord, he joined the Legion at the end of the Horus Rebellion, after you left us...and his gene-seed," Fricks hesitated, but continued: "It is the empire A mix of the Fist and the Iron Warriors, made by that mad apothecary Fabius Beyer of the Emperor's Children."

"I understand," Perturabo nodded, and said flatly, "Frix, kill him."

It's as flat as an Olympian tyrant saying that the weather is fine today.

"What?! Wait, wait a minute, my lord—"

Hong Suo stood up abruptly, turned his head and hit the muzzle of Frix's bolt pistol directly. The head, the weapon in the latter's hand was killed before it had time to activate!

After doing all this, Fryx turned to face Perturabo, pointing the gun in his hand at his original body, ignoring the body of Honso next to him, and said to the expressionless Perturabo :

"My lord, I want to ask you a question."

"Say."

"What can an Iron Warrior do when he's tired of war?"

After hearing Frix's words, Perturabo finally had a smile on his face.

Chapter 799 Chapter [-] Heart of Steel

"I would love to answer your question, Frix, and this is the conclusion I have come to after thinking about it for a long time... Yes, I have thought about it, and I am now implementing my thoughts."

Perturabo stood up from his throne, ignoring the muzzle of Fryx's raised gun, even though both sides knew the weapon was useless to the Primarch.After scanning the expressions of the Iron Warriors in the hall again, Perturabo continued:

"But now, let me ask all of you... would you follow me again? Even if I might fight for the Empire later on."

The hall of the legion became noisy in an instant, and the Iron Warriors were discussing a lot. Seeing this chaotic scene, Perturabo frowned slightly. His mood began to turn bad, but he still said patiently:

"I won't force you, but those who make the decision must think about the consequences, because we are likely to fight each other in the future... Don't look at me with that disgusting look. Well, now, those who are willing to follow me Standing on my left, those who don't want to stand on the right, and the bastard lying on the ground in the middle... No? Just him? Well, Dawn's filthy blood didn't pollute me after all Legion."

Perturabo looked at the Iron Warriors in front of him, only about one-third of them were willing to follow him, while the others stood on the other side, and these people also had obvious signs of chaos.

"I see, you people can leave here now."

Perturabo said indifferently, and those Iron Warriors who were unwilling to continue to follow their Primarch looked at each other, saluted Perturabo, and then quickly walked out of the Legion Hall——

When the last person had just left, there was a series of shooting sounds outside the legion hall, such as intense heavy bombers and deflagration weapons, which were enough to kill an Astartes wearing Terminator armor on the spot.

The continuous gunfire outside covered Perturabo's face with a strange light curtain, which shocked the Iron Warriors in the legion hall.

"..."

Those who stayed in the Legion Hall looked at Perturabo in surprise, but what they waited for was the dull crashing sound of the heavy door of the Legion Hall after it was slowly closed. Afterwards, the scenery in the hall changed instantly, turning into a The space outside Glory Fortress.

There are clusters of bright fireworks rising in space.

Hundreds of warships were hit by the energy beams from across the void, and none of the warships could block such an attack. Those warships of the Iron Warriors were locked and destroyed, although many small warships were lucky by virtue of their speed. They escaped the cross-boundary attack of the Black Sun Cannon, but they were quickly annihilated by the firepower of the Fortress of Glory!

"Your battleships will be kept, and I have sent corresponding explanations to your battleships, as long as they don't do anything 'out of line'."

Perturabo walked down the steps slowly, put his hand on Fryx's shoulder, and looked over him at the hundred or so Iron Warriors behind him... the leaders of the Iron Warriors who were still willing to follow him, said :

"I will now answer Frix's question."

"I found a suitable planet in another universe with only a few million humans living on a small island, and nothing else... No aliens from the Great Crusade, no old salty There will be no siege missions sent down anytime and anywhere, and there will be no subspace like a cesspit in this universe."

Perturabo turned and looked down at Fryx, whose eyes were wide with shock.

"I named her—New Olympia!"

"There I will build the most splendid opera house! The largest museum! The widest square!"

"I want to build countless beautiful cities and towns there, not those cold and ruthless steel fortresses!"

"Come, my sons, Iron Warriors, follow me once more! Let us do what the Fourth Legion really should do! I need not just soldiers, but builders, engineers, and every A man willing to build a utopia!"

So said Perturabo.

"really?"

A voice came from the crowd, the voice was trembling and unbelievable, and immediately, Perturabo replied in a firm tone, and at the same time confirmed his determination:

"It's true, I swear on my life!"

Then, he saw the tears in Fryx's eyes. The trident member who was once known as "City Breaker" knelt down on the ground weakly. He roared and beat the ground, and said angrily:

"Why?! Why didn't you tell us this earlier?!"

"If that's what you thought in the first place, how did we end up suffering?"

Perturabo was silent.

Frix's pain gradually turned into whimpers, and even the crowd of Iron Warriors could hear the sound of crying. These men who had never shed a single tear even after being ripped out of their intestines, at this moment because of Perturabo's Weeping as they spoke, they recalled the original appearance of the Legion, and recalled the most glorious moment during the Great Expedition...

"My lord," Frix wiped away his tears and stood up. He looked up at Perturabo, and asked with a little worry:

"Since we are in another universe, how should we go there?"

"The one-winged angel Rorschach will help us," Perturabo explained, "this is our covenant with the United Headquarters, the Iron Warriors Legion will be reborn, and walk in the void again, becoming truly glorious warriors. "

"The other Primarchs...we hear that the Archangel Sanguinius has returned..."

"Father forgave me, Sanguinius and others forgave me, and though it was unpleasant, I was willing to accept the outcome."

Perturabo said, but there was no trace of offended anger on his face, which made Frix and the Iron Warriors marvel in their hearts, and they began to speculate why their Primarch had undergone such a huge change.

"Then the last question, my lord, how should we get along with the Imperial Fist?"