The Storm Bird rushed into the storm.

The Olchis Valley's Tempest Season is one of the most notorious spectacles on the Dawn Star, and whenever the world is concentrated in the Northern Hemisphere by the stars around it, huge amounts of hot and cold air move around with the change in heat, and most of them eventually collide and merge in the vast Orchiz Valley, resulting in the largest windy season that can sweep half the world.

This sign is so famous that even tourists from other worlds come here every year, adding hundreds of outsiders to the death index of Li Xingxing.

"All of 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 number!"

Balben-Falck's panicked voice dissipated in the furious wind outside the tempered glass, and Perturabo ignored his own child's gaffe, the prototype staring at the console in front of him, on which dozens of dashboards were neatly arranged, but by this time they were all useless, except for the ticking sound of the hands swinging wildly.

Naturally, the Stormbird belonging to the Iron Warrior Legion's genetic protogens was custom-made, and Perturabo had personally built his aerial mount into a fortress of the Firmament capable of soaring through Legion-level firepower, and even the most violent hurricane would not be enough to dismantle his creation.

And even if an anti-aircraft cannon does unfortunate shoot down this Iron Eagle, the dozen or so elite Astartes deployed on it and even the genetic prototype itself will make the person who shot it down regret their over-explosive luck.

But Genogen and his minions had another problem at this point: the day-long storm in the valley had severely disturbed the magnetic field here, and they were trapped in the center of the wind, making it difficult to distinguish between north and south even the simplest things, let alone keep one direction in the storm.

Falc's gaze wandered in a dark gray roar, and he could even see the crashed or torn pieces of flying machines on the surface, scattered in all directions, some with fresh paint, others already pure rotten iron.

Apparently, they were not the only ones who had been trapped here, some of them were soon reduced to splinters in the wind along with their unstable vehicles, while others were even more unlucky: their sturdy craft temporarily saved them from the storm, allowing them to slowly watch as they ran out of fuel, desperately calculating how long they would be before they fell to the ground.

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

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, Perturabo of Olympia is a neurotic tyrant, a completely unreasonable madman, but the Iron Warriors do not think so.

Despite being the most terrifying greeting in the galaxy, there are still a number of Iron Warriors who see their Genetic Father as the slayer of monsters, the victor of war, the creator of fortresses, and a powerful father who is as powerful as a god but is only estranged from them because of various primals.

Falk was one of them, and when things seemed hopeless, he almost naturally turned his attention to his genetic father - and not just him, but every Iron Warrior in the room.

Basking in the expectant gaze of his heir, Perturabo simply looked up and looked up at the sky.

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

——————

From the moment he had his memories, Perturabo had 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 had no whites of its eyes or pupils, but simply stood there, scanning everything around it vacantly, as if it were going to suck them in.

Perturabo feared it, instinctively fearful.

When he is finally reunited with his father, when he finally returns to the Empire, he begins to understand the truth about the stars and the Milky Way, and knows the face of that eye: the Empire calls it Cygnus X-1.

Among the emperor's people, some thought it was just a rare object, others thought it was a unique black hole, and historians called it the lost capital of an ancient empire.

But Peturabo did not listen to these statements, and he gave the eye a name:

Eyes of Fear.

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

And now, as always, when Perturabo looked up at the stars, he was able to intuitively reach the location of the Eye of Fear, even though his vision had been obscured by the endless storm.

According to its position, the genogen began its own navigation, calculating and dictating the Storm Bird's operators, and after repeated failed wandering and attempts, they finally rushed out when the passage of time made even the most sustained Iron Warriors feel anxious.

“…… Oh, my God. ”

At the moment of rushing out of the storm, Falke almost involuntarily sighed, he was lamenting both the strength of the Father of Genes and what came 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.

It's not that it's conspicuous, it's big, it's too big.

The entire Orchis Canyon has been completely transformed, and it is now a pure giant artificial platform, covered with all kinds of machinery and automated robots, and the Lord of Steel can see at a glance the purpose of this giant machine: it is digging its drill and instruments deep into the ground, shaking the plate of the star from the very root, and Peturabo is not sure how it did it, because he saw countless machines on that platform that he didn't even recognize, maybe, This is an antiquity from the Golden Age.

The Iron Lord tried to get his Stormbird closer, but the almost non-stop anti-aircraft fire above the platform dissuaded him, and after much hesitation, Perturabo made a decision.

"Falck, give me the orbital fleet."

——————

Orchis is burning.

According to the coordinates provided by the Progenogen, fleets loyal to the Empire quickly found their prey, and although the winds in the valley were strong enough to withstand most outsiders, these natural protections were still pale in the face of the firepower of the Imperial fleet.

Perturabo watched as the bombs and rays of heat rained down from the sky destroying the massive machine, but his face did not rejoice with all this, for the Lord of Steel could clearly feel that despite the destruction of the machine, the crust of the Dawn Star was still moving at an excessively violent speed.

Obviously, this machine has fulfilled its mission.

The end of Li Xingxing is inevitable.

Falck held his breath as he watched his father's face darken slightly, and on the surface, Perturabo was still giving orders as normal, and the Storm Bird managed to break through the storm under his command and guidance, and began to sail back to the city of Carrena.

But privately, based on his own experience, Trident was able to determine that countless clouds were hovering in the mind of his genetic father, and he wasn't sure if those clouds came from the destruction of Li Xingxing, or if he had to order the destruction of a relict creation.

And with Frix's communication, the clouds of the Iron Lord have also gathered to the peak.

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

Frix's voice was calm and organized, and Falck could feel the communicator filling the communicator with calls for help and orders to clean up the battlefield.

"Resolved?"

"Yes, my lord, the Imperial Governor rescued by Lord Magnus is also a follower of the [Son of Sitan], and he used his authority to open the defense of [Salimavis] and respond to the attacks of the mob."

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

"Good."

Before Perturabo's praise could be met, he heard his brother snatch the communicator.

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

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

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

"Say."

"I think we need to withdraw, I mean - your legion and mine, all withdrawn, withdrawn to the orbital fleet."

“……”

"Now is not the time for jokes, Magnus."

"I'm not kidding."

"Withdrawal? Magnus, my brother, you said it very easily, but what about the refugees, there are at least millions of people on the star of Li who have not been evacuated, do you want me to abandon them! ”

The Iron Lord's roar made the fast-flying storm birds tremble.

"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 accept, but ......"

"Peturabo, we need to kill them."

"Who? Kill whom? ”

"Li Xingren, all Li Xingren, 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 for them."

"It's all for the Empire."