Bian Mu wrinkled his nose critically.

"[Dantiok. The old blacksmith who had been called nodded at his father, and the other Iron Warriors who had gathered here at the news looked more or less apprehensive. Even the tall, holy and dreadnought Westthorn brothers, who had been covered in camouflage black paint and had just hidden themselves well in the steel sculptures.

"Are all those stupid guys who are so stupid that they don't even realize that they are being used as guns? The black-and-white dog sat on the throne of the steel altar that was finally offered to the one who wanted to give it today, well, it should be a human, and looked down proudly at the rows of corpses below, the blood of the betrayers splattered in the chapel, as if a thick scarlet carpet had been laid over the place.

"It's all here, ahem! Ahem! The great Perturabo. ”

"Really? "Peturabo BC looked away from the scrambled screw-off head and limb parts of the Son of Horus, and the mechanical sage Gratus's "corpse" that had been finely dismantled into a bag of squirrels and parts, "[That's good, so shouldn't we talk about the last 'outsider' here before all the internal affairs of our Legion begin?] 】”

Everyone's eyes turned to the blue-gold-robed mortal priest who had been unusually steady in the cold and swift slaughter of the Iron Warriors and the terrified screams of the traitors, and the flying flesh and terracotta steel shards.

"Dear ...... I beg your pardon, my lord, for the fact that in such a sensitive and strange time, and from all the information I have received prior to my arrival, it is difficult for me to conclude on your intentions, and therefore not to pay you a salute in the first place. ”

Dantiok coughed, "Anyway, I've been patiently covering up for you for a long time, and I've listened to what you're going to say, so I think it's important to show due respect to this one, starting with removing your disguise." ”

The priest, who had previously arrived at Shardenhold (Fortress of Wounds) and had just informed everyone of the betrayal of part of the Astarte Legion and the destruction of Olympia, nodded, and reached into the depths of his robes, some kind of hallucinatory force field, or similar camouflage engine device, began to work with his movements, and then the force field began to fade slowly.

When the disguise was completely gone, it was a Space Marine who was impressed by his magnificent glory.

Ultramarine-colored power armor with ornate gold brims, red ribbons and capes, intricate U-shaped coats of arms and foliage, macurag-style daggers with leather sheaths and precious metal accents are fastened to his belt, and a dazzling array of battle medals of honor made of a large number of gems, gold, and enamel and their brilliance on the outside of his terracotta steel armor shows his identity: an Ultramarine, the Guardian of Glory of the Thirteenth Legion, and one of the Heroes of Otlama.

Once again, the Space Marine, from Otrama, bowed cautiously and reservedly to the stuffed holstead on the throne, "Salamans Hero, Taoro Nikdemus salutes you. ”

"Hmph.] It seems that our little brother Killiman's penchant for dressing up is still so blue and full of bells and whistles. 】”

"May I remind you that I will defend the honor of the Origin and the Legion no matter what." The elite warrior, who had the same short hairstyle as his original, was unafraid to express his opinion.

"[Yes, oh, Dantioc did not let people smash your mouth and yours into a thousand pieces from the city walls, which fully demonstrates the hospitality of my sons here. The Border Collie turned his gaze to the old blacksmith who was being supported by Taraschi, who had been forced to lean against his younger lieutenant due to his agitation and long standing hours.

Still, he rose up and replied to the Border Collie, "Exactly, my lord. Then the old blacksmith immediately added, it is difficult to say whether it was to remind the uninvited guest on the throne in time or to save the head of the uninvited guest under the throne, "I have made a bet with him about the ...... he told us about ours The Legion is associated with murder, betrayal, and slander against you, but Klendel's stupid visit has confirmed his words, so ......"

"Alright, Dantiok, needless to say. The dog turned his bright and intelligent eyes to the Ultramarines below, "[So what did my good brother Robert Killiman send here to send such a mobile medallion to my sons?" 】”

The Iron Warriors, shocked by their sudden appearance in animal form and the use of sarcasm so skillfully to speak to the Father of Genes, who had spoken so plainly about the vast majority of Iron Warriors' views of the Brotherhood, gasped for breath in their helmets, while the mortal colonel looked desperately gritting his teeth to suppress his laughter.

The Ultramarines Elite Lord was also gasping for air, but seemed to be suppressing his anger.

"Lord Killiman hopes that the defenders of the Iron Warriors and the Covenant of Immortal will be able to hold off some of the traitors' army for as long as they want, and every minute, day, month of your delay in the traitor's army here is a help and possibly more opportunities for Lord Killiman to counterattack the traitors and return to the Holy Terra."

The dog flapped his fluffy white-tipped black curly tail on the throne, thoughtfully, and many Iron Warriors found it difficult to take their eyes off the large, fluffy and supple tail.

"So, he plans to let the Iron Warriors fight the Iron Warriors in this corner, and then lead the team to the Holy Terra and shine on the glorious stage of the solar galaxy, right? Perturabo stated calmly, but shudder swept through everyone's spine like a rolling storm, "Robert Killman! And your plan (just a **** plan)! 】”

Pressure from something invisible, the Champion Warrior of Otlama creaked, and Nick Demus was trying to maintain his majesty and that of the Legion in the face of the suspected blasphemous clone of the rebel primordial who had suspiciously appeared here, but was pressed to his knees towards the black-and-white tyrant of Olympia as the sparks of his armor leg servos overwhelmed him.

"You're in luck, Taoro Nikdemus. Perturabo looked at the hero who stubbornly looked up and looked humiliated, "If it were me on the other side of the universe now, you would have been crammed into a grand cannon and fired at the fleets of the Holy Terra or the Imperial Fists by now. 】”

Dantiok summoned all his attention in his iron mask to listen.

"But I'm not the other me, I'm not what I used to be. So,] the shepherd narrowed his eyes, "Whatever Kiliman's or Barabbas's original plan was, I, Perturabo, could have done better. 】”

In the chapel of the Fortress of Wounds, in the deepest part of the earth, the Iron Altar sang for the first time an ode to a man who would never have arrived.

Wail.

Second, there are more, yards

Also, don't worry about 41K's Lammy and Peigou (should)

(End of chapter)