It was a right hand guarded by skeletal pale armor.

The material that forms its exterior appears to have nothing to do with steel. The pale whiteness is mixed with the darkness of the night, and the lines are not sharp, and even give people a certain dull feeling.

At this moment, it was lying flat in front of Perturabo, and above the palm of his hand, there was a ring.

The wrinkles between Perturabo's brows began to deepen, as terrible as if someone had struck them with a carving knife with great force. He didn't have to think to tell that the ring was made of pure gold.

It is wide and is the size that fits the original body. The surface of the ring has a dull lightning pattern, which shines like thunder in the night in the white light.

"What does that mean?" Perturabo asked as he stared at Carlil closely.

"This is your brother Conrad Coetzes for you." Carlil replied calmly—in fact, judging by the emotions he had just revealed, he was a little too calm at the moment, like the last shred of calm before the storm.

He figured you wouldn't need weapons, and so did armor. But he couldn't come in person, because Nostramo still needed to be carefully cared for. This galaxy is too big, it's better to be down-to-earth."

So, he chose to create a jewelry for you, which he made with his own hands. It took him some time to learn how to smelt, how to forge it. It took him three weeks to wear the ring, during which he barely slept at all. So take it, Perturabo. ”

The giant from Olympia, who prides himself on being steel, did not immediately take the gift of brotherhood, but slowly clenched his fists, as if he were trying to resist some emotion.

He made an effort, but it wasn't enough to erase some of the flaws of his own nature. The storm-like emotion began to bloom on his face, and finally turned into a roar.

"Are you insulting me?!" Perturabo glared with rage, his hands trembling, the urge to exert violence evident on his face.

"Take out my brother's gift at such a time? What tricks are you playing, Karil Lohals? If you're going to do it, come over directly, I'm not like Luojia! ”

"No, dear Perturabo, I'm not going to do it." Carlil replied slowly, without any expression on his pale face under the hood.

"Like you said, it's going to be a diplomatic accident. Beat him on the flagship of one of the originals, leaving him bleeding, swollen forehead, crooked fingers, and broken ribs. I'm afraid this kind of thing will attract the emperor's attention. ”

Silent.

Dead silence.

Perturabo gritted his teeth and never made any more sounds. His reason was destroyed, and for a moment, Carlil was convinced that his words had had an unspeakable effect on Perturabo.

He could see the anger in the other man's eyes, but Perturabo held back.

He actually held back.

"Get out." He spat out a word between his teeth, and then more. "Leave that gift behind, and leave my ship with my brother's legion, Carlil Lohals. Leave now, before I can still come to my senses. ”

"The Palm Seal has ordered us to come to your aid." Carlil said.

He paid no attention to the insulting words used by Peturabo, but he did not give him the gift, but still maintained the posture of his right hand outstretched, which looked like a statue.

His right hand didn't even tremble in the slightest.

"You've got thirty seconds left." Perturabo looked at him gloomily. "I'll only give you thirty seconds to leave the hall, and if you refuse, or exceed that time, then do so at your own risk."

"The consequences?"

"Yes, the consequences." The original body smiled, and the emotions aroused by the poison turned into words flowed between his eyebrows and eyes, and this emotion was not good. "You absolutely can't afford the consequences. Fifteen seconds left, Carlil Lohals. ”

"What are you going to do?" Carlil tilted his head slightly, looking at Perturabo. "Ordered your legion to attack us? Or take out the weapons you have prepared to attack me? ”

"Five seconds."

Carlil finally smiled, shook his head, and put away the ring in front of Perturabo. The face of the skeleton crept up from the shadows, turning his face into a hideous skull.

"Keep reading."

The sound of the armor changing to become heterogeneous resounded in the empty hall, hollow and ominous, not like the sounds that humans could make. In fact, even the changes brought about by the breathing grille of the Power Armor cannot be compared to this sound.

It is not the power of technology. It sounded more like the roar of some kind of monster from the wilderness, the long night.

Carlil began to step forward and spoke softly.

"I've changed my mind."

"I'm not going to give you this gift anymore. The ring belonged to Conrad Coetze's brother Perturabo, and belonged to Perturabo, who was described by Fogham as having a slightly eccentric personality, but was definitely a good man. ”

"And in my opinion, you're just an extreme and stupid child."

The next second, a loud bang erupted in the hall.

The sound came from Perturabo's right fist and Carlil's left armarm, and the storm turned into a shockwave visible to the naked eye that swept across the hall from where the fist and armarmor touched, and the sight was unimaginably exaggerated.

And Peturabo didn't stop, he bent down with a gloomy face, flipped his left fist, spun and struck. He aimed for the jaw, and his attack didn't work this time, with one hand grabbing the wrist of his left hand before his attack hit.

"Let's go armor-piercing." The skeleton gently advised. "Remember to grab weapons, or whatever else you need, and bring them all."

"You're such a madman." Perturabo gloomily withdrew his arm and broke free from the grip of that hand, in an effortless and natural process, and Carlil did not wrestle with him. "What's in it for you, Karil Lohals?"

"Nothing good."

"Yes, there is no benefit." Perturabo shouted. "I don't have a hearing problem, so what you just said was asking for a duel with me."

"You're going to duel me for one of my negligent officers? Don't you think it's a little ridiculous? Do you think Sergeant Eltros will be grateful for this, or will his brothers be a little bit grateful to you for it? ”

"They won't, they accepted me and what I brought. I want them to be warriors with an iron will, and that's the path they're taking, and no one will regret it, and no one will feel wrong about it. ”

"You are pointing fingers at my legion from the perspective of an outsider, who gave you this right? In what position did you decide to deprive my brother of the gift he gave me? ”

Beneath the skeletal helmet, Carlil laughed silently.

"You're talking too much, Perturabo." He sighed peacefully. "As much as it may sound like you're trying to overwhelm me in a debating way, so that this potential bloodshed and diplomatic mishap can be avoided, but."

He chuckled.

The laughter was twisted and terrifying, echoing through the hall. Its hollowness fueled the laughter, and Perturabo's extraordinary hearing made it impossible for him to miss a single detail.

At this moment, he accurately captured the disdain and disdain contained in the laughter. They are genuine, and the evidence of their existence is frighteningly clear.

To me, this sounds more like a rhetoric you use to convince yourself. Are you weak in heart, revered Lord of Steel, son of Olympia, great Peturab? ”

"If you are really confident that what you are doing is right, why do you say so much to me? You could just get rid of me like a real victor instead of holding on here and acting tough and making people laugh. ”

Perturabo exhaled slowly, a breath that was so long that it looked like he had spit out his lungs.

His emotions began to fluctuate, starting with his face and then to the uniform that he had clearly changed into because he was about to meet, and his chest began to rise and fall rapidly.

And Carlil could have foreseen its outbreak early on, in fact, his previous actions were aimed at this purpose.

He's just going to let the storm come.

He and Perturabo had only met for no more than twenty minutes, and even if they had communicated with each other in orbit before, it would definitely not have lasted more than forty minutes. But he already knew a considerable amount of knowledge about Perturabo, not from experience or anything else, but from a keen insight that had been tempered by past experiences.

He probably already knew that Peturabo's anger always flares up suddenly. And he'll keep trying to suppress it, unless he really can't help it.

Beneath the bones, Carlil's smile began to grow more pronounced.

"You'll regret it." With a sigh of relief, the Iron Warriors' primordial body said.

"I'm from Olympia, and I lived as a craftsman, scientist and promoter of knowledge as a young man, but that doesn't mean I'm not good at fighting. I'm different from Lorja, Carlil Lohals. You'll soon understand that my words are true, and I'll avenge him. ”

"Really?"

"Yes." Perturabo replied gloomily. "Since you insist on this unnecessary fight, since you have thrown my reason, my concessions, and my forbearance to the ground, then I will take the ring back from your hand myself."

"It doesn't belong to you anymore." Carlil replied with a little pity.

There is one more chapter.

(End of chapter)