Chapter 242: Soul Travel in the Emerald Dream

Some people want to go to Rome all their lives, while others are born in Rome.

As a true Primarch, Perturabo is not like Hogg, who only has brute force and relies on force to plunder everything. He is the genuine product with a Warp-certified anti-counterfeit mark.

And this innate mark is the essence of being able to manipulate the subspace, and it is also what Vashtor dreams of obtaining.

As Perturabo followed Hogg's instructions and led the fleet into the warp, the sea of ​​souls that had been surging just now suddenly became calm, as if it was a rehearsal that had been planned long ago.

But the more this happened, the more desperate Perturabo felt, and he couldn't help but clench the speaker in his hand, hoping to get a little comfort from it.

When the fleet began to speed up, Vashtor, who had been out collecting materials, returned to the Iron Blood again. His ferocious body, burning with flames, became more and more luxuriant, and anyone could see that he was in a good mood.

In fact, Vashtor did not go far at all. The materials for summoning allies had already been collected. He just created a separate space, and naturally someone came to fool Perturabo.

And from his point of view, things were going quite smoothly, the chess piece had made its choice, and everything would proceed according to the terms of the deal.

When Vashtor thought about becoming a god, he was so excited that sparks appeared on his eyes. He even looked at Saipan next to him with favor.

Although he was not there just now, looking at Saipan's depressed look, it was obvious that the Burning Legion also contributed, which made him more convinced that he had made a wise choice.

Taking out the materials he had just collected and throwing them all to the curled-up Saipan, Vashtor said to this ally:

"The materials for summoning the legion are ready. When the time comes to break the curtain, you must remember your original promise!

As long as we succeed, you can propose any conditions at that time. I also want to deepen cooperation with you."

Saipan, who had just experienced self-cowardice, didn't think too much. He picked up the last piece of material and put it away. As a secret agent of the Legion, Shafulin gave him a space bag.

Now, this space bag is already filled with ritual materials, and we are just waiting to arrive at the destination to start construction.

Driven by ambition, Saipan was no longer afraid. He carefully counted the supplies. He wanted to make sure that nothing would go wrong, as this was also part of the big plan.

Looking at the big guy's cautious look, Vashtor nodded. There were not many reliable allies like him, so he had to cherish them.

The Lord of the Forge, feeling that there was nothing to do, slowly approached Perturabo on the throne. He decided to open the treasure house himself.

As the demon approached, countless scarlet rust was attracted, and the ship, which had become messy and dilapidated, once again regained its former glory.

And with the return of the rust, Vashtor's energy response became more and more intense, and the iron bone wings behind him gradually rose.

When Vashtor, who had gathered strength, fully spread his wings, he stood in front of Perturabo and pointed at the Primarch and said:

"Are you ready to embrace your true self?"

"I'm ready!"

Before he finished speaking, the world suddenly changed. Vashtor gathered all his strength, poured it into Perturabo's body, and used his powerful magic power to pry open a corner of the treasure house.

Such a disrespectful act naturally caused a fierce reaction from the other Iron Warriors, and their masters pointed their grenade launchers at the demons in front of them.

But Vashtor, who was in a good mood, didn't care. He waved his hammer and made these loyal warriors kneel to the ground.

"Don't worry, little ones. Your father is embracing true power. When we reach the Eye of Terror, he will naturally wake up."

But no matter how Vashtor explained, the Iron Warrior, who was eager to protect his father, still pulled the trigger, but the roaring bombs did not work, all of them were suspended in the air, unable to move forward. Seeing that their counterattack was ineffective, Marcus, who knelt on the ground, pounded the ground hard, his heart was filled with powerlessness, and he could only look at this hateful demon viciously.

But what these Iron Warriors didn't know was that their father's soul had already left and, with the help of the time-distorted warp, came to the place where the dream began.

Perturabo, who had fallen into a coma, was awakened by the dripping dew. He suddenly found that he had left the Iron Blood and came to a jungle full of plants.

Just as he was wondering, he heard footsteps in the grass in front of him. Based on the faint sound, Peiturab instantly guessed the figure of the person coming.

"A young child. Why is there a child in the jungle?"

Perturabo stood up without making any rash moves. Only then did he realize that his armor had long disappeared and he was only wearing a thin white linen shirt.

But even without weapons, Perturabo was confident that he could deal with the threat with his physical body. He picked up a stone and stood guard at the jungle ahead.

As the footsteps got closer, a child less than one meter tall emerged from the bushes, staring at the tall Primarch with his cute big eyes.

"Hello big guy, are you lost like me?"

Such a strange scene naturally aroused Perturabo's vigilance, but somehow, Perturabo was always not on guard against this child, as if he was the person he trusted the most.

Looking at the big man standing there in a daze with the stone in his hand, the little boy seemed not to be afraid of danger. He walked straight towards Perturabo, and finally stood in front of him and stretched out his right hand.

"I don't know why, but I seem to know that this is a friendly gesture. Do you want to shake my hand?"

Perhaps because the child's posture was not threatening at all, Perturabo followed his inner thoughts and clasped his two hands, one large and one small, tightly together.

A few minutes later, the dense bushes were torn apart by a figure with brute force. The tall Perturabo swept away all obstacles in front of him like a bulldozer, except that there was a little boy on his shoulders.

"Oh my god, you're so strong! I wish I could be like you in the future."

The little boy's words were always full of innocence, as if he was full of curiosity about everything. Although he kept talking all the way, Perturabo did not feel annoyed. Instead, he felt much more at ease and chatted with him casually:

"That's impossible. Unless you are an Ogryn, you can't be as tall as me. Where are your family? Did they abandon you?"

"Family! Are you talking about parents?
I have been wandering in this jungle since I opened my eyes and have never seen my family, but I seem to have a father who came, but I lost it. "

Upon hearing this, Perturabo became even more certain that the child was abandoned by his parents, and that his father might be a bastard who was too timid to even raise a child.

At this moment, Perturabo suddenly showed his humanity. He did not use harsh words to criticize the child, but comforted him instead:

"Maybe your father is dead, but don't be sad. Even if your bastard father is not dead, he is not a good person. It is better for you to live freely on your own."

It is said that people are naturally tsundere, and the twisted Perturabo became more and more interested in the child as they talked. No matter what he said, the child would agree with him, and he successfully made him feel like an old father.

Thinking of this, Perturabo looked up at the child and asked:

"Why don't you be my son from now on! Then you will have tens of thousands of brothers, and all of them will love you. My name is Perturabo, what's yours?"

The boy shook his head when he heard the question, saying that he did not have a name, but as if he had thought of something, he said excitedly:
"You are so big and I am so small, why don't I call you Little Perturabo!"

(End of this chapter)