Chapter 241 Being strong inside and out is not just a slogan!
Sometimes fate is so coincidental that no one would expect that the devil would be one of their own.

Looking at Saipan with blurry eyes, Perturabo clenched his fists with shaking hands. In fact, he should have thought of it long ago. After all, how could such a vicious and cruel demon be a good-for-nothing?

When he thought about how he had missed the chance to save the Legion because of his own misjudgment, the noble Lord of Iron was so angry that he turned into a pufferfish. He whispered to Saipan, who was still swallowing:

"Since you are Hogg's subordinate, why didn't you communicate with me in advance? Instead, you stayed on my ship for so long that most of my legion has been infected!"

Listening to these twisted inquiries, Saipan felt speechless and wondered what he could do. When he was summoned, the rust plague had already spread among the Iron Warriors.

If it were Saipan's temper, he would not bother to answer such brainless questions, for fear of lowering his noble IQ.

But since the man in front of him was the boss's brother, for the sake of his own future, Saipan still explained:
"Although Vashtor's strength is not that great, he is still stronger than a great demon like me. You can tell from my appearance that I am a warrior! How can a tough guy like me use such despicable psychic witchcraft?

Besides, didn’t I keep sending signals to communicate with you? But you just didn’t respond, so blame me.”

Perturabo accepted Saipan's previous explanation, but when he heard this idiot say that he had sent him a signal, he immediately got angry and pointed at Saipan's nose and cursed:

"You fart!

"For the past month, you have been eating and sleeping, flattering when eating and talking in your sleep. Except for that uneducated guy Hogg, I... I, fuck!"

Perturabo could no longer continue his speech. The angry expression on his face froze, like a gray marble statue, giving off an aura that no one could get close to.

Perturabo wanted to slap himself when he thought about how the code was so simple and he hadn't discovered it for a month. The innocent Saipan in front of him made his blood pressure soar.

But for the Iron Warriors, Perturabo suppressed his anger, put on a calm face, and asked:

"Then why did Hogg send you here? Do you know the weakness of that monster?"

Upon hearing this, Saipan felt that the human in front of him was so nagging! Not only was his personality nagging, but he also looked very stupid. Could he be a fool?

Thinking of this, Saipan silently took a step back, stared at Perturabo in front of him with the eyes of a young child, and replied:
“I don’t know what you’re asking. Boss Hogg just asked me to collect information. I’ve been in the subspace before, and only came to the real world this month.

However, although Vashtor, the old sconce, is very sinister, he lacks the hard power. If we kill him, we may be able to break your plague."

Hearing this nonsense, Perturabo certainly knew that as long as Vashtor was killed, the plague could be lifted, but the question was, who could kill him now.

When this demon appeared, Perturabo had fought with it before. If he could kill this scourge, he would have done it long ago, but the key was that he couldn't beat it!

As the Astronomican went out, the navigator was unable to determine the coordinates at all, let alone contact other legions for support.

The trapped Perturabo sat on the ground. Even the heavy armor on his body could not make him feel at ease. He was like a wild beast in a cage.

Saipan, who wanted Perturabo to say a few good words for him, was helpless when he saw his depressed look and could only continue eating the food on the table.

However, Saipan's behavior of showing off his food suddenly gave Perturabo a crazy idea, so he decided to use his last trump card.

Taking out the speaker that had saved his life, Perturabo was not sure whether it could be used in the chaotic subspace, but he decided to take a gamble. As he pressed the button, the noisy sound of electricity sounded again, and the light indicating the signal connection status was still red, which made Perturabo feel depressed.

Just as he was about to implement plan B, the display light suddenly turned green and a faint voice came from it:

"Perturabo, what do you want from me?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Perturabo's eyes flashed with determination, and he said quickly:

"I am trapped now. Most of the Iron Warriors have been afflicted with the Plague, and the demon named Vashtor wants me to defect to Chaos."

"Then what do you think?"

“I have decided to cooperate with Vashtor. The Emperor does not love us at all. He has always used the Primarch as a tool of the Great Crusade. Now that the Crusade is about to end, our fate will definitely not be good.

Hogg, for the fate of our brothers, join me in the embrace of Chaos! This is what we should do, the Warp is our final destination.

Only by liberating our true selves can we control our own destiny, and then your dream of a second empire will come true."

Listening to Perturabo's inflammatory words, Hogg laughed triumphantly through the speaker, and then he said:
"Yes, that's it. Embrace our true nature, Perturabo. That man is not worthy of our trust. This is fate.

Go to the Eye of Terror. Only there can you be promoted successfully. Our other brothers will gather here to jointly launch a crusade for justice."

After receiving the instructions, Perturabo said nothing more and silently turned off the speaker that once brought him hope. He stayed there with an expressionless face.

Sadness, helplessness, anger, all kinds of negative emotions spread in Perturabo's heart, but they still turned into a suppressed roar:

"My heart is like steel, and I am strong inside and out. I will never give in to anyone!"

Looking at this Primarch who was acting out of nowhere, Saipan suddenly felt a chill, as if the creature in front of him was not a human being at all, but a high and mighty god.

The demon shrank back instinctively, but his body, which had grown fat from overeating, was too large, so no matter how he hid, he still stood out.

However, the Iron Warriors had already begun to assemble at this time. Even though they were infected by the plague, this group of Space Marines painted with yellow and black stripes were still preparing in an orderly manner.

Just when Saipan's inner anxiety reached its peak, the Iron Warriors' ships began to move and rushed towards the chaotic Sea of ​​Souls.

This action frightened Saipan, who was once a great Daemon of Khorne, half to death. His other characteristic was completely aroused. He lay on the ground with a cowardly look on his face, shouting the shameful words "I'm going to die".

Ignoring the disgraceful demon, Perturabo sat back on his Iron Throne and navigated the entire fleet relying on the vision that never disappeared from his eyes.

However, just when everyone felt hope regained, only Perturabo's eyes were dead silent, because he knew:
Hogg never called him Perturabo, only "Pepe".

(End of this chapter)