Chapter 243 More money is needed!
An unhappy childhood will take a lifetime to heal, but how can it be healed if there is no memory of childhood?
Perturabo is such a person. Although he is nicknamed "Packard", which highlights his ruthlessness and cruelty to his children, he is also very imitative and has learned the Emperor's eleven-stroke kill.

If the Primarchs were compared to animals, then Mr. Krabs would undoubtedly be a perpetually angry pufferfish. His puffy look not only hurts others but also distorts himself.

But when Hogg crashed into his world like a meteor, the former Mr. Kratos was gone, and the only one left was Pepe, the recognized good brother among the Primarchs.

I have to say that although Hogg's educational experience is very poor, it depends on who he is compared with. A certain unknown sword-wielding Ogryn is not even as good as a hair of the old immortal Huo.

This world contaminated by the sand sculpture virus is destined not to be as dark and cruel as the original timeline. Pertura Bobo is a prominent example.

After undergoing Hogg's desensitization treatment, Perturabo has gradually developed anthropomorphic behavior, especially in his extraordinary tolerance towards human cubs.

Hearing the boy's joking answer, Perturabo nodded seriously, acknowledging his use of the name of Little Perturabo, and said with a serious face:
"Now that you have a name, you should live up to it. It is both an honor and a heavy burden. I don't want you to be crushed."

The clever little Perturabo pretended to be stupid here, lying on Perturabo's big head and laughing:

"Well, I see. Are you concerned about me, father?"

This shocking straight-ball attack made Perturabo, who was originally worried about the legion's predicament, laugh out loud and his mood improved.

But the great Lord of Iron would not be moved by such boring words, and continued to advance in the jungle that blocked out the sun. However, the corners of his mouth were crazily raised, just like a grenade launcher, and could not be suppressed.

If Hogg saw this scene, he would definitely say, "Tsundere has retired, straight-talking is the way to go!"

As they continued to go deeper, Perturabo discovered something wrong. He felt that this jungle seemed to have consciousness, and no matter which way they walked, they could not leave.

Since he couldn't leave quickly, Perturabo slowed down and began to look for food in the jungle. He thought this would be a long battle.

As for the experience of withstanding pressure, except for the idiot Rogal Dorn, Perturabo has no rivals yet, so he looks for any resources he can use on the spot.

Little Perturabo, who was familiar with the jungle, was also busy. He followed his new father and started searching. He soon found a lot of edible berries.

Looking at the plump and juicy purple berries in his hand, Perturabo's doubts deepened, because he recognized this thing. This kind of fruit can be found in Olympia and is exported to all parts of the empire.

[This must be somewhere within the Empire, perhaps an agricultural world, but why don't I smell fertilizer? This is so strange.]

Perturabo, who couldn't figure it out, gradually closed his mind. He knew that if he thought too much in an aimless state, it would cause unnecessary psychological pressure. As for this kind of berries, he just had to eat them.

In this way, the two Perturabos, one big and one small, drank dew when they were thirsty, ate berries when they were hungry, and occasionally caught some wild animals to eat. They would find a direction and rush forward.

According to his biological clock, after walking for three full months, Perturabo finally saw no longer the lush green jungle in front of him, but instead a high mountain blocking their way.

But as they approached the mountain, the ground began to shake, and a mess of flaming cables emerged from the jungle, tearing through the earth like a twisted monster and attacking them.

Seeing this, Perturabo grabbed his son and ran, successfully reaching the foot of the mountain before the cable touched them.

There was no need to waste time talking. Three months of living together had made the two of them understand each other's minds. Little Perturabo hugged Perturabo's neck like a koala, and started to fly up quickly on the Prototype climbing machine.

At the same time, the Iron Warriors' fleet successfully sailed out of the Warp and arrived at a planet called Cartier next to the Eye of Terror.

In order to wake up his unconscious father, the Iron Warriors had to temporarily obey Vashtor's orders and brought their father's body to a valley on the planet. As long as everyone in the valley looked up, they could see the Eye of Fear emitting a charming purple light. Such a precious place made Vashtor feel satisfied.

When Vashtor thought that the right time, right place, and right people were all on his side, he was so excited that his tail was raised. He said to Saipan who was following him all the time:
"Quickly bring out the blueprint of that portal. My future subordinates will build it perfectly."

Saipan, who was on a secret mission, naturally did not dare to delay. He took out the architectural drawings of a building called "Dark Portal" and handed them over. Soon, a group of Iron Warriors started doing their work.

The rock walls on both sides of the valley were used as quarries, and a large number of construction machinery began to roar. Even though they were forced to operate, the Iron Warriors still began to plaster quickly and accurately.

Watching the construction of this 60-meter-high giant gate, Vashtor, the Lord of the Furnace, couldn't help but sigh that the Burning Legion was indeed extraordinary and could design such a stable portal.

It was as if he had foreseen the scene after the completion of the Dark Portal, the Burning Legion descending into the real world, and his successful ascension to god under the protection of many allies. Vashtor felt that this was a sure thing.

When he thought that his long-cherished wish could finally come true, even Vashtor couldn't help but get excited and said to Saipan beside him:

"As expected, there is true love among the demons. I wish I had met you earlier. My great wish to become a god cannot be achieved without your help.

But please tell that lord that I, Vashtor, have always kept my promises. As long as I succeed in becoming a god, I will immediately join the Burning Legion and do my part for the Lord of Black Light."

Saipan, who is well versed in the way of advancement, naturally would not remain silent. Tears were squeezed out of his ferocious demon eyes. Six streams of water flowed down, and a hint of sob was revealed in his voice:
"Good brother, this is what we should do. The Burning Legion will definitely be your solid backing and will not let any villain dare to offend you when you ascend to godhood."

Even demons have emotions. Vashtor did not say much, but he had already accepted Saipan as his brother. He threw the cable behind his head in front of him and let out a fierce battle cry:

“屮!!!”

As Vashtor approached, countless cables spread from his body and poked into the frame of the Dark Portal, and a green light curtain was connected between the two rock pillars.

From the moment the Black Gate was activated, a tall and graceful figure covered with chitinous shells and with hideous bone wings on its back slowly walked out from the light curtain, followed by an army of countless demons shining with scarlet light.

As soon as he saw the legion commander coming, Saipan immediately came up like a dog, ready to receive inspection from his superiors.

Looking at this subordinate who had made great contributions, Shafulin asked casually:
"How's the plan going?"

"Don't worry, Boss. Vashtor has accepted me as his brother. He now has great trust in the Legion."

After hearing this, Shafulin laughed heartily, his silver hair rippling with laughter, and patted Saipan on the shoulder and teased:

"Since he is your brother, your beloved relative, will you feel regretful next?"

But Saipan just shook his head and said firmly:

"Boss, it's an honor for him to serve the Legion, but I can't forget the bond between brothers - so, you have to pay more!"

　Damn it, I'm really late now. How can I get to the company in five minutes? (╬Д)
　　ps, I was late for the company. That stupid receptionist is so pretty but she keeps making small talk with me. She is so annoying. She disturbs me every day when I am slacking off. It is much better to give her a good scolding.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)