It was a war of steel, machinery and gunpowder.

In the field of life and death where steel and iron grow ruggedly, the victor steps on the throne, and the loser is reduced to rust.

Steel collides with steel, and God fights with God.

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The iron shoes rushed up to the plain, the battleship broke through the fog, and the hot engine shook with a roar, with the battle intent of a sharp blade out of the sheath.

The cold wind blew through the grim face of the original knife, and strode forward, the Warhammer Breaker ploughed smoothly from the earth, and the steel shimmered on the bloody earth.

Beside Fernus Manus, the lines of the predators were slowly moving forward, and above the reflection of iron and iron, the color blocks of the Blade of Brutality, the Rand Predator, and the Macaduotan flowed, and on the more distant battlefield, the towering figures of the Titans and the Knight stepped in the countless torrents of steel.

The Iron Spikes also marched across the battlefield, and above their heads, the Storm Bird whistled by, screaming and tearing through chunks of safe space.

"Flesh and blood are weak!"

The roar of wind and steam sliced the Father of Steel's war cry into tiny fury, replaced by the never-ending roar of engines, binary chants chanting justice and truth, scarlet cloth flowing through torrents of steel, dead mechmen flashing with deadly cold light, sages and cathars chanting praises—

Due to the severity and intensity of the war, the Iron Hand is not a legion that the mortal auxiliaries are willing to choose, therefore, under Phineus, the Iron Hand auxiliaries are mostly composed of cathars and restoration orders, and of course, the battle-hardened mortal veterans are also part of the Iron Hand auxiliaries.

The storm blows, and the steel is undaunted.

The torrent of iron slowly pushed forward, engulfing one black stone obelisk after another, and the cannon fire ignited, but it was only the faint sound of waves in a sea of metal.

Beneath the blackstone obelisk, an ominous arc of psionic energy lit up, and the warriors of steel were fearless, silver-white liquid metal slowly flowing through the armor, tattooing different veins.

The mortal warriors of the Black Armor silently accompanied the Iron Father of the Clan, a black veil of darkness that ate away at the light of sorcery.

【Come out,】

Fernus said calmly, his iron-gray eyes reflecting the long, tedious horizon ahead, dim and shrouded in weapons.

[Peturabo, come out.] 】

Fernus said, feeling the anger burning in his eyes, he felt him, steel resonating with steel, his fiery pulse signaling the presence of another.

"Here we are."

There was an intermittent notification in the communication channel that the Silent Order where Hades was staying had always maintained a war zone with them, and behind the legion, the dark black stone obelisk signaled the imminence of the Immortal.

Fenus breathed calmly, his different clan's Iron Fathers surrounding him, and he felt the faint sense of powerlessness fade - this was not a good thing, it meant that psionic ownership of the space was being taken over.

Fenus's eyes lit up with a surging red light.

The scorching orange red stained the sky, and the heat was raging.

The chains collided with each other, knocking out a continuous scream, and Fenus's pupils dilated slightly for a moment, he thought he was ready, but the moment he saw such a blasphemous thing, Fenus took a deep breath with a shudder.

Flesh was torn and twisted together with steel, flames erupted from the blazing furnaces, charred flesh melted by the heat, dripping with foul-smelling oil droplets, painful roars emanating from the chains and steel bars, and the devil was sealed in the abomination machine, the power that drove its engine.

Flesh, demons, and steel......

…… It's utter madness.

Fernus stared at the creature, a profane hybrid of flesh and machine...... His heart was beating angrily, and the feeling of insult ignited in his head.

Captive, driven demons let out a terrible wail, and the sound and heat wave together played the prelude to the steel war, and the blasphemous things of steel poured out of the sky.

At their feet were expressionless Iron Warriors, helmets reflecting the flames of Hell, and the Iron Warriors and the monsters from Hell stood together in front of Fenus.

Fenus gripped the furnace breaker in his hand, he calculated, and—

[Offense.] 】

He said softly.

It's a clash of iron fists and iron fists, and any ingenuity will turn into a ridiculous trick under an absolute frontal attack, and it seems that both sides think so -

Here they stood, standing on the plain, rushing head-on at each other, unabashedly flashing their blades known as the Legion.

The Storm Bird took the lead in drawing a graceful arc in the air with the ground fire, the roar of the engine drowned out the sound of the fierce wind, the bird servant took aim, locked, and finally in the end, the ammunition exposed from the capsule reflected the faint fire on the ground.

The fire of the Iron Hand ground vehicle passed by the hovering Storm Bird's side, almost colliding, but with precise calculation, the ammunition roared forward, slamming into the Iron Warrior's cannonball, and a huge smoke of gunpowder exploded, ending in a smoke of solid debris falling to the ground.

The intact hull of the Stormbird burst out of the gray fireworks, fearlessly facing the opposing battleship, a pair of dog-fighting figures flying rapidly through the air, dancing a deadly and gorgeous multi-person dance like a dueling spirit clown.

In the vast air, on average, you can hear the death screams of a warplane crashing into the wasteland every 20 seconds.

The heavy footsteps of the God of War smashed into the earth, Titans against Titans, knights against knights, predators The pitch-black barrels of the predators were aimed at the predators, and in the midst of the battle roar, the sword of the Iron Hand slashed at the Iron Warrior.

The skulls of the dead gleamed in the armor, and an immortal with an iron hand roared and rushed to the opposite side, the immortal has no clan affiliation, only the immortal is willing to provide the last glory to those who have committed their sins, they are the first to charge on the battlefield.

"For the !! of Fenus"

He roared and slammed into the opposite direction, and the Iron Warrior who met him turned sideways and resisted with his shoulder armor, while a string of plasma rushed straight at his helmet, and he fearlessly rushed forward, raising his sword and slashing down, the power sword slashing steel, and a sword light also slashed towards his waist.

Without the slightest hesitation or dodge, the Immortal raised his sword directly forward and stabbed it!

A smooth thud sounded, and with his other hand he threw down the weak, sword, which was stuck at his waist, the immortal's power sword from his jaw and piercing through the enemy's skull, viscous scarlet blood trickling down from the erect sword, he drew it without hesitation, and the corpse of the enemy fell to its knees before him.

He rushed to the next one.

The same scene took place in every corner of this front, where the blood of the Iron Warriors, the blood of the Iron Hand, soaked the earth.

The cathars rushed at the enemy in a frenzy to buy the Iron Hand a moment's chance, the barrels and plasma guns overheated, but the silvery tears slowly flowed, and they still faithfully fulfilled their mission.

After a short engagement, each Iron Clan, under the leadership of the Father of Steel, with the Great Sage in the auxiliary army as the core, fought fiercely with the Iron Warriors, the Great Sage was not an important role in the usual wars, but at this moment, with the Sage's loud prayers praising Orm Messiah and Hades, the faint pale green arc was slowly lighting up—

Everyone knows what it means!

Fenus swung the Furnace Breaker, the Creator, the soul grinder of Vashtor, splattered with the foul-smelling flesh and drenched flesh marks on his armor.

Fernus listened coldly and angrily as the demon let out a terrible wail at his feet, this was the subspace creature...... The force feedback in his palm was telling him that clearly.

The soulless man who followed him strode on the rotten flesh and scrap iron creation, and the demon finally shut up for good after a scream.

【For the Emperor!! 】

Fernus shouted, his voice tearing through the sky, and countless battle cries rang out in response to their father.

The cascading sea of war cries was broken by the discordant grinding of steel, and Fernus frowned, he smelled an unbearable rancid stench.

Behind it, a monster with jagged steel wings emerged from the desecrated creation, disgusting cable worms writhing at Fernus, bright arcs of abomination crackling, ominous white light gathering on the artisan's hammer.

The evil monster stood far away on the horizon, and the hellfire that seemed like the sunrise lit up the sky, and it looked at Fenus from afar, mockingly, which made Fenus feel even more angry.

Without hesitation, the Iron Hand focused a new wave of firepower on Vashtor.

The space began to tremble uneasily, and with the appearance of Vashtor, the flames of abomination burned, and the pale green arc flickered unsteadily, and Ferus frowned, and he began to call Hades, who also received a response from Hades, who told the Lord of Medusa that he needed ten minutes to reach the battlefield—

At the same time, Fenus saw Perturabo.

On the noisy battlefield, the world of Fernus went blank for a moment, except for the buzzing sound in his head.

Peturabo...... Just standing there.

The Lord of Steel was standing there, standing beside Vashtor, standing side by side with the monster.

Perturabo had become even larger, he was not a tall original, but now Fernus was convinced that Perturabo had surpassed him in size.

Perturabo was dressed in a new set of Terminator armor with twisting cables similar to those of Vashtor, a dazzling white arc of lightning rising around him, and his eyes glowing with bright yellow.

He became ...... It's different.

Fernus stared at Perturabo, who stared at him, and then a mocking laugh erupted into Perturabo's mouth.

[My brother,]

He said, the voice came from all directions, and Fernus realized in astonishment and disgust that it came from the mouth of every Iron Warrior,

[It's been a long time, but you're still so willing to be a tool in the hands of others.] 】

[I have nothing to talk about with traitors! 】

Fernus roared, glaring angrily at Perturabo, the Seiko backpack behind him unfurling countless deep barrels.

[You, what the hell did you do to the Iron Warriors?! What the hell did you do to them?! 】

Fernus lashed out at Perturabo as he spoke with the Iron Hand advancing violently, and Perturabo and Vashtor had appeared, and the Iron Hand's cannon fire rushed towards them like an endless mountain of seas.

What about you? 】

Perturabo said unhurriedly, and he began to walk slowly towards Fenus in the ranks of the Iron Warriors, the sea of Iron Warriors parted and closed again, they were in tune with the same person's heartbeat and pulse.

Immediately after, the commandos who had been inserted into the Iron Warrior battle column like a wedge began to send death communications, and countless death messages poured towards Fenus like snowflakes - in an instant, the Iron Warriors they faced became stronger, more agile, and more skilled.

Peturabo stared at Fenus with a smile and said,

[I thought you and I were similar,]

Fernus spat on the ground beside him, the flesh-soaked ground hissing.

Why are you obsessed with working for him, Fenus? 】

Perturabo said calmly, with a deep and dangerous light in his eyes, as if he had experienced a lot,

What has he given us? We could have been more chic and be our own masters, not puppets of his bloated empire. 】

For the sake of the integrity of his empire, the Iron Warriors had to go to fight against the worthless alien civilizations, ignite the flames of war on the human planet yearning for peace, and build trenches on countless unsuitable planets - just to defend the so-called checkpoint fortress. 】

Perturabo scoffed, as if mocking his past self.

[And he ......]

Perturabo said softly,

[He wants a future where there is no place for us, and there is no place for the Legion, and he has already begun to abandon us, hasn't he? 】

[Why are you obsessed? 】

Peturabo said, but he was already within direct range of the Finus Seiko backpack, so Fenus chose to answer Petulabo's question with artillery fire.

He lifted the Furnace Breaker, and the weapon Forged for him by Fogen was gleaming.

The next moment, the Titans, blasphemous creatures of flesh and machine, rushed towards Phernus with Perturabo.

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[Traitor!! 】

Fernus roared, the sound of popping exploded in his ears, and with great anger, the furnace breaker produced a sonic boom in the air, and the white waves that exploded instantly drowned the two who were fighting, but Peturabo and Fernus did not slow down their movements.

Perturabo lost his mocking face as the Iron Lord tensed his face, gritting his teeth and fighting against the attack of the Lord of Medusa with all his might, and the short-range fire on Fenus's Seiko backpack was going all out towards Pertura, who had to dodge again and again in embarrassment.

Beside the two who were fighting, the demonic machinery that had been blown to pieces by the fire of the Seiko Backpack was paralyzed into mud on the ground, while the Iron Warrior's Titan served as a long-range fire support platform, containing the remaining firepower of the Seiko Backpack, and Ferus had to use some of his firepower to counteract and eliminate the cannon fire fired at him by the Titan.

The two primordials were entangled, and no one could intervene in their war, and Ferus was no longer able to take care of the battle situation around him, and the Iron Warriors began to push back, and the Iron Hand around Fenus, who had rushed into the Iron Warriors' camp with him, began to fall.

Standing beneath the blackstone obelisk, Vashtor chanted a spell in a loud voice, and beside him, the chasms of the subspace crept faintly cracked, and the looming, indescribable power of faith surrounded the Lord of the Fire.

With the swing of the Washtor's Hammer, worm-like steel cables and white arcs of lightning shone out, and tidal waves of psionic energy washed over the battlefield, beating the soul of every living being.

+……+

+ I am, Lord of all opportunities!! +

Some of the sages and cathars suddenly began to scream in pain, and in the Iron Clan closest to the front line, the Iron Father was shocked to see the metal worm that burst from the sage's head,

"For the sake of ...... Ohm... Messiah ......"

A staccato voice came out of the sage's mouth.

The Iron Hands immediately aimed their blasters at the fallen Sage, and after a burst of fire, the Sage's body collapsed to the ground.

Behind the battle line, Hades, who was standing on the galloping knight, took a deep breath.

He clenched the obituary, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth, and Hades subconsciously stroked the emperor's middle-finger phalanx in his neck, and he recalled...... Reminiscing about that day.

The next moment, a violent green arc burst open!

"False gods,"

The waves of electricity roared in the distance, flowing like a stream into the brains of every believer who believed in the god of all machines,

Hades said calmly, silver anti-gravity teardrops enveloping him.

"This is heresy, O people who believe in the truth, kill it."

In the next moment, the Iron Hand witnessed in amazement the Great Sages who had been unfurled by countless hidden weapons.

"For Ohm Messiah! For the sake of Hades!! ”

Dead line!

(End of chapter)