Above the canopy of flesh, Perturabo watched in disbelief as the muzzles on the arms of the Domita Iron Guards lit up rapidly, and the powerful weapons installed by the original body were aimed at his skull at the moment, and then fired.

Peturabo struggled to move around with his heavy power armor that had lost power, dodging a deadly attack on the vital point, and a high-explosive grenade exploded on his body, blasting a heavy armor to pieces.

"What's going on?"

Enraged by the betrayal of his most trusted Iron Guard, Perturabo soon realizes what is happening - an even more aggressive code has invaded his system and taken control of the Domita Iron Guard and the Power Armor on his body!

That is, the physical strength of the original body is strong enough for Perturabo to forcibly move his body against the interference of the Correction Agreement, while the Iron Warriors, who were also invaded, were trapped alive in their armor.

However, even if he understands the situation, he is unable to do much to make a difference, and he lacks the ability to change the situation.

Motarian wielded his scythe in an attempt to decapitate his brother's head, but a blood axe stabbed sideways, blocking the Deathlord's attack.

Scarbrand held Motarian back, but that didn't save Perturabo from death, and the Domita Guard's cannonballs reloaded and pointed at his head, and this time, no one could stop him from the deadly attack.

Even when death was imminent, Perturabo did not close his eyes in resignation, his eyes widened in anger, and his angry gaze swept back and forth over the body of the Domita Iron Guard, not missing any possible opportunity, but the Correction Agreement did not give him any chance.

Dozens of lasers converged together, converging into a dazzling and deadly red dot in the center of Peturabo's eyebrows, and the armor on his body cracked into a beautiful flower-like collapse shape in the explosion.

In Perturabo's maniacal laughter, a modified Thunderhawk gunboat with smoke in tow fell from the sky, the strategic bomber of the Iron Warriors fighting for air supremacy with the drone swarms of the Human Federation, and it smashed into the center of the Domita Iron Guard array.

Boom –

The blast toppled Perturabo's badly injured body with a severed arm, and he tumbled like a dead dog to the edge of the dueling arena between Motarian and Scarbrand, before three jetpack-armed and improvised armoured figures descended from the sky, armed with weapons at Perturabo's side, as part of the Thunderhawk gunboat.

Perturabo's eyes darkened slightly, he already understood what had just happened.

The crew of the strategic bomber modified Thunderhawk gunboat is standard with 4 people, but now there are only 3 people left next to him, which means that the remaining 1 person did not get out urgently, and he drove the Thunderhawk gunboat directly into the Domita Iron Guard.

"Father, we're here to save you." Behind the burning wreckage of the gunboat, the Iron Warrior in improvised armor said.

"Hmm—" Perturabo nodded with difficulty, enduring the sharp pain in his neck.

Looking at the simple armor worn by the three Iron Warriors that only protected the vital points, Perturabo had mixed feelings in his heart. These improvised armors with no complete protection and support systems are the equipment for new recruits, who are not even full-fledged Iron Warriors, but are still in the research period.

It was precisely because of their poor armor that they managed to escape the invasion of the Correction Agreement.

But even recruits assigned strategic bombing missions that were considered relatively easy were able to steer their gunboats in a suicidal dive against the enemy without hesitation when the Father of Genes was in danger.

The flames shone on Perturabo's bloodied face, and several misshapen figures rose from the flames amid the burning wreckage of the gunboat.

The Iron Guards of the Domita were the technological masterpieces that Perturabo prides himself on, their formidable strength, and their steel-forged bodies are so powerful and reliable that even the suicidal charge and close-range explosions of the Thunderhawk gunboats failed to kill them all, and they emerge from the flames, their scorched bodies popping out of their barrels.

Peturabo struggled to his feet with a broken arm and a serious injury, he looked up at the sky, and in the distance a 'Osprey' transport plane was rushing towards this side, due to the influence of the previous Poison Saint, the Tyranid swarm in the atmosphere had been eliminated, and the Iron Warriors had seized air supremacy in this area.

The three Iron Warrior recruits stood between the Iron Monster and Perturabo controlled by the Correction Protocol with their not sophisticated weapons, and they did not hesitate to shoot into the flames, but the laser weapons that the recruits were equipped with could not hurt the armor of the Domita Guard, they were war machines created by Perturabo himself.

The recruits threw away their laser rifles, drew their chainsaw swords, and prepared to rush forward for a sacred melee fight.

- This is a very wise decision, the sawtooth of the chainsaw sword is made of Adamantite, which is the strongest material that humans can master, and the sturdy armor that the laser rifle cannot penetrate, will also peel the flesh under the bite of the Adamantite Sawtooth.

But what it means to melee with these steel monsters is all too clear to both Perturabo and the Iron Warriors.

"They don't even have a real set of power armor," Perturabo watched as the heir ran towards the back of the Domita Guard, trying to say something, but didn't know how to speak.

Behind him, the Iron Warrior's Osprey transport plane was already approaching, and Motarian sensed that something was wrong, and his movements suddenly went berserk, and the Lord of Death tried to break free from the entanglement of the bloodthirsty maniac, and the three Iron Warrior recruits armed with chainsaw swords had already rushed into the flames.

The chainsaw sword stabbed into the chest of the Domita Guard, the adamantite serrations biting at the once-trusted steel mechanic of Perturabo, and the Osprey transporter's engines whizzed low over the mottled canopy of flesh.

"Damn...", Motarian slashed Chase Brand's blood axe with his scythe and watched as Perturabo was pulled onto the transport plane by the Iron Warriors, and he tried to rush over to intercept it, but was blocked by the Bloodthirsty Demon's battle axe.

Seeing that Perturabo was about to flee, Motarian, who had been as calm as death, finally became angry, he raised his scythe and glared at Scarbrand in front of him: "Are you ready to bear the price of angering me?" ”

The duel in the canopy of flesh continues, and the Osprey transport plane flies the badly wounded Perturabo through Oregon's polluted atmosphere, and several recruits have been killed in the flames beneath the transport plane.

"The auxiliary contemplative of this transport plane has been dismantled, and we are safe, father." The Iron Warrior piloting the transport plane whispered.

"Well done." Perturabo nodded.

"The armored vehicle carrying the corpse of the Poison Saint has also been invaded by the Correction Agreement, and this artifact cannot be recovered." He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, father, we didn't protect what you entrusted us......

"It's not your fault, even I can't do anything in the face of that level of invasion." Perturabo shook his head.

The Iron Warrior piloting the transport plane was silent for a moment, he felt that Peturabo was so strange now, and there was an indescribable difference from what he used to be. After a long time, he plucked up his courage and whispered:

"But we're not weak, father."

"I know."

(End of chapter)