Warhammer 30k and the Great Tomb of Nazarick

Chapter 157 Dark Demonic Eyes
Day 10 of the Battle of Tallarn

The green-skinned orc army suffered the greatest trauma since the beginning of the war in the previous war. The orc emperor Ulak was wounded and retreated. After nine days of hell, the world of Taran got a rare respite.

The Mechanicus priests of the Griffin Titan Legion in Sapphire City gathered together briefly. The Emperor-class Titan in the legion had fallen, and the Mechanicus paid a great price to retrieve the wreckage of the Emperor-class Titan.

Each Emperor-class Titan is an extremely precious creation. When they are destroyed, the Forge World that produced them will hold a grand funeral, but now everything is simple. The Mechanicus held a simple symbolic ceremony and then began to make use of the remaining heat of this Emperor-class Titan.

The huge weapons that were still usable on the Titans were dismantled, some were given to other Titans that were still usable, and a few were deployed in the city defense and made into fixed turrets.

Perturabo watched all this in silence. There were obvious signs of repair on his chest power armor. In the previous battle, he once again fought with the Orc Emperor.

Although Perturabo did not win this time, he did not lose so badly either. His war hammer smashed into the head of the Orc Emperor Urak, finally avenging his descendants and mortals who had died in battle during this period. He himself only suffered some fatal injuries.

His heart was destroyed and most of his internal organs suffered irreversible damage. The only reason Perturabo was still alive was because most of the parts in his body had been replaced with mechanical devices. But even so, even with the Primarch's tenacious vitality, his life began to count down.

But it was enough, enough for him to wait for Khan's reinforcements, enough for him to launch a counterattack with Khan, and enough for him to finally design a blueprint for Taran's revival.

Perturabo was about to die, but he felt unexpectedly calm. All the troubles that had been surrounding him seemed to disappear as his life entered the countdown.

Only a few core members of the Iron Warriors knew about the Primarch's situation. For most people, all they saw and knew was that Perturabo knocked the Ork Emperor down with a hammer, and then he escaped in a panic under the cover of the bosses.

That's all they need to know.

Perturabo felt his body growing colder and colder, his blood almost drained out.

A dirty child ran over from the corner of the city. He looked only seven or eight years old. He was wearing torn and ill-fitting work clothes. His face was black and there was a bandage wrapped around his head.

The child, with his hands clasped to his chest, his left hand missing two fingers, ran straight towards Perturabo.

If it were in the past, Perturabo would not care about such a child, but now for some reason, Perturabo's always "cold" heart has become softer after being replaced with a machine.

He waved his hand to stop the guards who tried to stop him, and let the child come in front of him, then Perturabo squatted down.

But the Primarch was still too tall. Even though Perturabo had squatted down, the little boy still needed to raise his head as high as possible to see Perturabo's almost always expressionless face.

"Kid, where are your parents? Why did you come here by yourself? Where is your job?"

Taran has no slack now, even the children have to participate in the work of defending the city.
The child looked at Perturabo, the legendary primarch who was like a god. He recalled the etiquette lessons he had learned in school and tried his best to stand up straight and make his voice louder.

"Hello! Are you the Primarch?"

"I... I'm George. My dad went to fight those monsters outside, and my mom is loading things downstairs. I've finished my work, and I'm taking a break, so I came over when I saw you."

"Really? What's your job then?"

The child pointed to a large artillery turret in the distance. That turret had been damaged in the previous war. Now the Mechanicus was moving the volcanic cannon on the Emperor-class Titan there for replacement.

"I was previously responsible for drilling in and maintaining the parts inside, but I'm no longer needed now. Uncle said that the Primarch has driven away all those bad green creatures, so I can take a break."

Perturabo nodded. He felt that he had never been so patient in his life. He looked at the boy and asked:
"So, what do you want to see me for, little one?"

The child raised his hand above his head as if presenting a treasure. On his palm, which was covered with tiny scars, lay quietly a few imperial milk candies.

"Ok?"

Perturabo tilted his head. Seeing these candies, his first thought was that the war was too intense and there were too many casualties, which ironically led to Taran having enough food. He was not used to the kindness from a child.

"This is the candy my uncle gave me. I want to give it to the primarch. Can you break all those monsters so that my father can come back soon?"

Perturabo is aloof, cold, jealous, and twisted. He is a bastard who is always self-motivated and self-pitying.

But this little episode made Perturabo feel something indescribable and inexplicable, and his knowledge told him that he should smile at this time.

So he tried hard to move the muscles on his face, and finally revealed a smile that looked like he was ready to bite anyone.

George shuddered with fear, but finally gritted his teeth and didn't run away.

Perturabo's extraordinary hearing allowed him to hear the child muttering in a very small voice, "It's okay, the Primarch doesn't eat children, the Primarch doesn't eat children."

Perturabo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and could only return to his usual bitter and resentful face.

Perturabo took a piece of candy from the child's hand. Compared to the huge palm of the Primarch, this kind of candy for children was as small as a grain of dust.

Perturabo dropped the small piece of candy into his mouth (eating it all at once), savoring its milky and sweet taste.

Well, he didn't like sweet things, but Perturabo still subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

"Go back, have a good rest, and then finish your work. I will also finish mine. I will drive out all the greenskins here, leaving no one behind."

"really?"

"real."

George left happily.

The Iron Warriors around him looked at Perturabo in confusion, but he didn't want to explain his behavior, nor could he explain why he suddenly did such an inefficient thing.

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Deep Under Tallarn
In an ancient ruin, there exists an extremely dangerous alien creature called the "Dark Eye".

This object is inextricably linked to Slaanesh, and is carved with dark, lifelike figures resembling those of the Eldar.

In the original timeline, Perturabo invaded Tallarn for the Dark Eye, but in the end he did not find the Dark Eye, and the Iron Warriors returned in failure.

The Dark Eye will be accidentally activated in the long future due to the development of the empire, and the devil will come to Taran, bringing great disaster to this land.

But today, the gods from the Warp are trying their best to expand their influence in reality.

The intense emotion that erupted from Taran in a very short time attracted the attention of the Prince of Pleasure.

Slaanesh bestowed his blasphemous power on this ancient creation and forcibly activated this cursed door.

The army of Slaanesh from the depths of the Warp roared, screamed, and danced all kinds of twisted dances before rushing into the real universe under the leadership of the Great Keeper of Secrets.

(End of this chapter)