Warhammer 30k and the Great Tomb of Nazarick

Chapter 154: Perturabo was almost strangled to death
Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, is a top-notch twisted person. He loves art, philosophy, and hates war. He is more interested in construction than destruction.

But he said nothing, and just went on with his work, leading his legion in a very abstract way, such as killing eleven of his legionaries because their victory was not glorious enough.

Angron had to say after seeing this, "Dude, have you also been hit by the Butcher's Nails?"

But even though he is such a twisted person, he has finally ushered in his own spring.

Perturabo's previous mission was mainly to lead his legion in various siege battles. After all, in the era when the Great Crusade was in full swing, the human empire rarely needed to be defended.

But now, facing the unprecedented green tide attack, Perturabo and his Iron Warriors finally had their spring, and they were tasked with carrying out the most resolute defensive operations.

Magnificent bunkers full of violent aesthetics were quickly built on the front line where the Iron Warriors were stationed. Faced with these huge fortresses, every one of the bloodthirsty and crazy green-skinned orcs would actively crash their heads into them and bleed.

That is, Perturabo himself is stationed on the agricultural world known as Taran, a beautiful planet with lush greenery.

Here Perturabo personally designed a series of fortresses, and with the help of the hardworking and brave Taran people, he built these magnificent yet beautiful buildings.

At night, Perturabo was sitting in the back research facility with a data pad, but his eyes were staring into the depths of the galaxy.

Perturabo could see visions of the Eye of Terror, and no matter where he was, he couldn't escape, but he had been in a good mood recently and felt that everything wasn't so bad.

Of course, as the Primarch, Perturabo knew that the current greenskins were actually a small part of the huge Ork Empire fleet, and according to the prophecy, the Ork army would arrive today.

Perturabo sighed.

He had enjoyed his years of construction in Tallarn, but now the fun times seemed to be coming to an end.

A series of flashes suddenly appeared in the distant outer space. With the Primarch's vision, he could tell that they were actually Ork fleets that had traveled through the Warp into space. Their number was so large that it was overwhelming.

The main force of the orcs has arrived, so let's get started.

Perturabo stood up, picked up a power hammer specially forged for the Primarch, and strode to the front line.

In space, after the chaotic main orc fleet arrived at the world, they discovered the emerald green world of Talan. Several small branches of the orc fleet had already been here, but it seemed that their endings were not very good.

In the orbit of Talan, various wreckages of warships that have turned into garbage can be seen everywhere. However, considering that the orcs' warships were originally made of garbage, they have been restored to their original state after being damaged.

And for the orcs, this means that there are powerful guys here and they can have a good fight.

Without any hesitation, the main force of the orcs launched an attack amid the sound of Waaagh.

The Imperial fleet, which had been well prepared in the orbit of Tallarn, immediately engaged in a battle with the Orcs' garbage ships, and various huge cannons in the ground fortresses also began to pour crazy fire into the sky.

In an instant, the night sky over Taran became as dazzling as day.

While fighting with the Human Empire, the Orc army also tried to force a landing under the almost impenetrable firepower network. There were even some crazy Orc bosses who jumped out of the landing capsule and tried to break through the atmosphere with their bodies.

This behavior is obviously not rational, but when facing the green tide army with billions as the basic unit of measurement, this crazy squandering behavior becomes the simplest and crudest way to overwhelm others.

If it were an ordinary planet, perhaps they would collapse due to the attack of the greenskins after the first battle, but now the greenskins have to face the fortifications built by Perturabo and the war blacksmiths.

The first batch of greenskins became fertilizer for the fertile soil of Tallarn, and the second, third, and fourth batches of greenskins did not make any progress.

But just as the greenskins were not facing an ordinary fortress planet, Perturabo was not facing an ordinary greenskin warlord.

In addition to the beasts that are heading here from outside the galaxy, they are now facing the most powerful greenskins in the entire galaxy.

In space, after a violent fluctuation, a huge rocky planet sailed out from the subspace. Its appearance itself affected the tides on the world of Taran. Its scale was so large that even if it stayed in the distant space, the Taran people could see it with their own eyes.

Some Talans could not bear this unimaginable and terrible creation. Regardless of the fact that they were on the battlefield, they subconsciously threw away their weapons and knelt down to pray, causing chaos on the battle line.

Fortunately, the Iron Warriors, who had been trained by Perturabo to be like machines, always maintained their cold and stubborn style and were not greatly affected, barely maintaining the front line.

But it was only temporary. After confirming that the world below was a tough nut to crack, the Orc Emperor from Ullanor directly ordered the Battle Moon to open all shields and crash into Taran.

A satellite with a diameter of more than 5,000 kilometers was smashing down towards Taran at a speed of tens of Mach per second. All the weapons of the empire started firing frantically at the battle moon, but the battle moon equipped with a planetary shield could not be destroyed in a short time, even based on the distance and size.

Soon the battle moon will enter Taran's orbit, and even if nothing is done, it will continue to fall down, causing the destruction of the entire world of Taran.

"Let's go and join the gang."

Perturabo didn't want to leave his position, but the current situation required him to go up there and deal with this big guy.

With the teleportation device activated, Perturabo and his elite war blacksmiths returned to the flagship, Blood of Steel.

After that, it is time for the close combat boarding, which is the most popular time for the Warhammer forces. As we all know, in a world like Warhammer, all wars will eventually turn to boarding, and a war without boarding is an incomplete war.

As for whether the opponent is a battleship, a battle moon or a world engine, it doesn’t matter, just jump.

The Orcs' anti-aircraft firepower to deal with boarding has always been very abstract, and in most cases it can be ignored. Even the Orcs themselves welcome others to board. For most Orcs, firing artillery from such a long distance is not a big deal, and close combat is more interesting.

Perturabo led his elite First Company into the battle moon easily, and then he found that waiting for them inside were countless fully armed guys and a full 100,000 orc bosses.

And the biggest, baddest, greenest, most Waaagh Ork Emperor Urak Urg, the biggest, baddest, greenest, most Waaagh Ork Emperor the galaxy has ever known. There he stood, taller than an ordinary Knight mech, with layers of thick metal making up his indestructible power armor!
The orc emperor's volcano-like head was protected by a helmet larger than a bathtub. The big teeth exposed outside his lips were comparable to the power spears of the Space Marines. His small dark red eyes hidden behind the helmet were full of bloodthirsty excitement and cruelty.

Ulak's hands hung naturally. His right hand was equipped with an oversized brute force claw that could directly clamp a Leman Russ tank in two. His left hand was equipped with a gravity cannon with an attached machine gun. In addition, eight dexterous (only occasionally jerking) mechanical arms extended from his back, equipped with various terrifying weapons.

There are also a dozen fart spirits always climbing up and down Ulak, constantly maintaining Ulak's armor.

Behind him were forty orcs taller than the tallest Fire Dragon Lord among the primarchs. They were Urak's bodyguards and guards, and also the most powerful orc warriors in Ullanor.

Although he was facing such a desperate situation, Perturabo's iron-like face did not show any change in expression.

After his training for many years, the Iron Warriors have now become a collection of stubborn people with single-threaded thinking and who stick to one path until the end.

They did not show any sign of wavering in the face of such a situation.

Primarch Perturabo's brain worked at high speed, identifying the various powerful weapons he carried.

will win.

Perturabo led his men forward.
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The Iron Warriors fell to the ground in all directions. Perturabo's power armor was covered with scars. His helmet fell to the ground and was stepped on by the Ork Emperor's big feet. As for himself, he was now using external force to keep on the same level with the Ork Emperor, looking directly at the giant beast.

Well, to put it simply, Perturabo was grabbed by the neck and lifted up by Ulak. Although he still had that dead fish expression, his face had begun to turn red, and his bloodshot eyes were bulging.

Ulak's brute force claws seemed too big even for the original body. Now it looked more like Ulak was pinching a kitten with his two claws.

Perturabo struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Am I going to die like this?
Is this the end of my life?
Haha, maybe this is not bad. At least I am no longer a pure executioner and destroyer. I have done some construction before I died.

Just as Perturabo was daydreaming and even things began to change before his eyes.

The captain of the Iron Warriors' First Company, Fricks, known as the City Breaker, rushed out from the pile of corpses, a dangerous light flashing on his body, and rushed straight towards the Ork Emperor.

Because Fricks had been lying at Ulak's feet before, and now he suddenly attacked, the other orcs had no time to react.

Ulak raised the gravity cannon, but Fricks had already rushed into the blind spot, so Ulak simply used the gravity cannon as a stick and swept it across.

The heavy barrel of the gun hit Fricks hard, Perturabo's core advisor, a powerful warrior who lived to the age of 41 in the original timeline. All his internal organs were destroyed by this blow, and his goal was achieved.

Urak's momentary distraction gave Perturabo the chance to escape from the steel-crushing claws and catch the final teleporter thrown by Fricks.

In a blinding flash, Perturabo disappeared from the Ork battle moon.

(End of this chapter)