This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 342 You Should Pay the Price for Your Wishful Thinking (Part 2)

on!
No nonsense, no empty talk.

Both sides have deployed all their resources, and the fleets are still fighting each other in an area of ​​0.026 astronomical units. The command center is in a state of chaos, directing the battles on the ground and in the sky, and putting everything on the line.

No one could interfere in the battle between the two demigods, and this war, which determined the fate of Kadia, once again took on its most basic form:

Soldier against soldier, general against general, king against king!
Pit and sword marks stretched across the increasingly endless hall, weapons clashing, the wind pressure from firing stirring up dust, which was then pressed back to the ground by the rushing giant figures.

Inside the bridges of both ships, all crew members held their breath as a heavy sonic boom echoed through the confined space, causing a painful ache in their eardrums.

In the center of the chosen hall, the weapon arrays of both sides were activated simultaneously. Heavy artillery fire streaked through the void, leaving blinding trails of light. Some combat puppets even collided before the artillery fire reached its target, leaving behind cobalt blue and iron gray afterimages in the air.

They started to accelerate.

Romulus acted without hesitation, but not swiftly.

He knew that the gap between the two sides had not yet reached the point of being able to kill each other with a single blow, and of course, it was not like an epic biography that would take several days and nights to determine the winner.

The initial probing is crucial.

If it were a fleet boarding battle, or one of those superstitious dueling rituals of Chaos, he would have already blasted it with a spear if it were a surface battlefield or if Arthur were present.

God knows how steel can be molded into flesh and blood, or is the existence of demons inherently bound to flesh and blood?

boom! ! !
The shockwave whipped up the red carpet on the ground. Facing Romulus's surprise attack, Perturab raised his warhammer and swung it down without any fancy moves.

Very fast and heavy
Romulus subconsciously adjusted his strength and felt a tremendous force coming from his wrist.

The two passed each other.

"cough~"

Romulus coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He spat out the blood and foam, raised his hand to wipe the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the ground, where the broken weapon lay quietly.

Perturabo stared at his hammer, listening to the sounds of them clashing against each other. He casually brushed away the scratches on his armor, a smug, confident smile playing on his lips.

Then he turned around.

He looked surprised.

The armor remained intact, the figure showed no signs of hunching, and the blue giant stood there unharmed, as if he had never been injured.

Only the bloodstains on the ground proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Peturabo had only seen such a sight in those who embraced themselves, or in his brothers who, like him, had ascended to become warp beings.

In particular, Raven King Clarence, who embraced himself and became the shadow itself, was so powerful that the Great Whisperer, who was preparing to respond to Peturabo's request, and his legions were unable to participate in the battle.

"Incredible."

Peturabo's cold laugh was fueled by suppressed jealousy, and his eyes burned like red-hot iron.

“That man actually taught you how to use power, instead of deceiving you with the lies he made up just like he deceived us.”

His voice was filled with a deep bitterness.

If the Emperor had revealed his true power to them earlier, how could he have been corrupted by the whispers of the Warp that had haunted him since childhood?

If emperors could treat their successors with the same unreserved generosity, why would they be trapped in a cycle of perpetual self-depletion?
Romulus genuinely had no idea whether this guy was mentally ill or what.

"What do you want to express?"

Romulus rallied, and suddenly the voice of Ramses, along with a series of accompanying words, echoed in his mind.

"It's good that you acknowledge it now. That lighting wasn't fake. He's just jealous of you. And aside from whether you look down on him, would the Emperor dare to be indifferent to you? Wouldn't the mortals under his rule love you? Wouldn't those excellent Space Marines respect you?"

'You send Master Ya on a long expedition for a vacation, and the next second Old Man Huang will be crying and knocking on your door, begging you.'

'That's just reality. Just because we don't care doesn't mean we don't have it. We should take it out and slap them in the face.'

Ramses, lurking in the shadows, was enjoying the spectacle even more.

"Come on, pick any sentence. If you don't want to reason, you can just attack."

Although Romulus was always worried about Ramses's indifferent attitude towards the universe, he still had some approval for his approach to things.

You can't argue with these people who live in their own world, denying this and that, because that will only lead them astray. Pure verbal attacks can often be quite effective in this situation.

He flicked his wrist, and another weapon extended from his palm. He silently calculated the potential benefits of his words, then chose a suitable reply and spoke:

Would you feel better if I apologized?

call! ! !
The sound of the wind nearby and the roar in the distance came one after another.

A viscous plasma beam flew past his back, then blasted the pillar behind him into oblivion.

As expected, Peturabo has reached red temperature.

He strode forward with heavy steps.

I don't care whether the Emperor pays attention to me or not!

I don't want to use this method to justify my rebellion!
Why do you say that?

How could you say that!

This insult instantly enraged him.

Peturabo's usual ironclad rationality melted and was swept away at that moment.

This made Romulus laugh.

He wasn't angry about the deaths of countless steel warriors; he often prided himself on being rational and demanded the same of others. But whenever something involved himself, he lost control.

From the Iron Warriors' initial failure to meet his expectations with the eleven-kill draw, to the Olympia rebellion that killed his own family and those Iron Warriors who refused to accept the order to slaughter, and now—

How ironic.

Peturabo himself believed that steel was incredibly hard and invincible, so he always believed that with the right temperature, accurate technique, and scientific proportions, steel would be unbreakable.

As it turns out, he still longed for love deep down—the love of an emperor, the love of a brother, and the love of an ordinary person.

And no matter how hard mortals try, they cannot warm the heart of a god, who never treats mortals as human beings.

Romulus's condescending smile pierced Peturabo's fragile pride like a sharp awl.

The 130 guards around the area were still fighting against the 400 Iron Rings. The Iron Warriors had dispersed to other areas at some point and were now engaged in fierce fighting with the troops guarding the corridors.

'The surrounding space has changed; the parameters are beginning to approach subspace.'

Romulus continued to observe, parrying two heavy blows, but was knocked back again by the crisp sound of his weapon breaking.

Reverse, then stop abruptly.

When I looked up again, the Lord of Iron was already charging towards me with a violent momentum.

Romulus suddenly stood up and rammed into the other man.

The two enormous bodies collided with a deafening roar.

Romulus, focused on defense and not seeking a quick victory, dodged two fatal blows from the Forgebreaker's Warhammer in succession. His adamantine spear then sliced ​​open Peturabo's abdominal armor, and the black, oily metallic fluid flowed down his thighs through the gaps in the armor.

Perturabo swung his warhammer again, and the air it brushed against ignited with blinding flames. The gifts of the warp made him terrifying, and his body swelled up to look even more ferocious.

Romulus ducked to avoid the blow, constantly analyzing the trajectory, trying to restrain and block Peturabo's arm, and desperately blocking the scorching warhammer.

Just then, a ring-shaped robot that had killed its opponent rushed over.

Romulus spun sharply to the side, dodging the molten jet of heat that the Iron Ring Robot was thrusting at him. He stretched out his palm and snapped the power sword that the robot was swinging at him in half. He then cleaved open the mechanical shell and inserted his five fingers directly into the data core.

The contact was brief, and then the blade struck without any resistance, destroying the control system of the Iron Ring Robot. The two broken pieces of the body slammed heavily onto the marble slab and then merged into Peturabo's increasingly tall body.

boom!
Perturabo's warhammer sent Romulus flying.

Romulus tumbled several times before crashing heavily to the ground, his shoulder armor shattering and his oil-stained weapon slipping from his grasp once more.

Romulus struggled to get up.

Peturabo strode toward him, glancing at the weapon still trembling on the ground. A hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes. He knew how formidable these brothers were; each wound had torn something from his body.

A dangerous atmosphere was brewing, and Romulus met its gaze without fear.

He continued his analysis, noting that although the raw materials for materializing souls had been consumed at high levels due to the war, the remaining reserves were still sufficient to support this duel.

Peturabo understood the meaning behind it and clearly realized why the other party had been refusing to communicate with him all along.

His eyes were filled with disdain, showing that he had never paid any attention to Peturabo, a man who was his equal in status and character.

I don't understand, and I don't want to understand.

He values ​​the power possessed by the beings before him, but utterly despises the person who possesses that power.

This is the purest form of denigration of an opponent.

Peturabo was filled with countless thoughts.

Countless thoughts exploded in Peturabo's mind: he had to finish this quickly, he had to kill this arrogant brother, he had to destroy everything they cherished. Only in this way could he prove who the real victor was.

Only in this way can he make these brothers take him seriously.

A jumble of thoughts lingered in my mind, then transformed into the purest form of attack.

Romulus sneered.

Yes, he didn't care. He wouldn't consider a demon who could destroy countless lives on a whim as human, nor would he care if such a thing had any redeeming qualities.

Why does Peturabo always care about what he thinks? How much does this guy want to find validation from others?
Just how insecure and unreasonable is this guy?

A fierce attack came.

Once, twice
knock down!
Stand up!

Three times, five times.
knock down!
Stand up!

Sixth time, ninth time.
knock down!
Stand up!

He swung his warhammer again and again, trying to destroy the being before him that he loathed so much.

Perturabo pressed forward, relentlessly chipping away at the seemingly unbreakable cobalt blue armor.

Time stretched on, and on the ground, craters were created, the rising dust being broken by human figures.

At Perturabo's side, the iron-ringed robots that had always surrounded him began to fall behind. They were being destroyed, pierced, and then merged into the Iron Lord's body by the increasingly fluid and targeted movements of his guards.

Time began to gradually lengthen.

'Why aren't you dead yet!'

Boom!

The furnace breaker smashed down.

At this moment, the Iron Lord seemed to transform into an enraged Titan, raising his hammer.

The ground seemed to cave in to him, and a ring-shaped shockwave rushed towards him.

'Why aren't you dead yet!'

Perturabo glared at the shadows in the smoke. He didn't know when the precise firepower of the iron ring machine had disappeared. He could only rely on his brute force to swing his fist at the brother he loathed.

clang!
Another loud echo followed.

However, this time it was different.

As Iron Man's strength waned, his arm, which he considered only aesthetically pleasing, steadily caught the hammer.

Observe the trajectory, adjust posture, activate muscles, and transmit power—

Then, firmly grasp it.

'die!'

Perturabo unleashed the full power of his chaotic body and enhanced armor, continuing to exert himself.

The arm remained unmoved.

click!
Suddenly, their feet lost their footing, and the air blast from the pressure dispersed the thick smoke.

Analyze the battlefield, adapt to psionic energy, construct countermeasures, and adjust muscle activation patterns—

The advancing hammerhead gradually began to be pushed back. With targeted adjustments under each heavy blow, these arms, which were constantly being damaged and then repaired, gradually gained the power and skill to restrain it.

Then the psionic energy began to gradually adapt to the Iron Lord's oppression.

Romulus, due to his meticulous nature, doesn't quite understand the unconventional ways of using psionic energy, but that doesn't mean he lacks knowledge of it or that he can't use it!
clang!
The adamantite spearhead fell off.

But this time, no new weapons appeared in the enemy's possession.

Through the smoke, Peturabo met a pair of scarlet eyes, the sparks flying from the friction between his palm and the hammer were dazzling and chilling.

'I see right through you.'

Now, it's Romulus Quirinus's turn to take center stage.

The cobalt blue giant stretched out his palm.

Peturabo subconsciously wanted to get back on defense.

But he couldn't.

This is his weakest defensive area, a weakness he has paid little attention to since he entered the war ten thousand years ago.

No one could perceive this weakness, not even him, because no one's understanding of him was as clear as that of the person in front of him.

Peturabo could only watch helplessly as the stab, formed from an arm, landed on his ribs.

Then came the tearing of bones and the breaking of the spine.

The steel giant was instantly struck down and collapsed to his knees.

The cobalt blue giant looked down at its opponent.

From this moment on, you have lost.

Arthur's assessment of Romulus was correct.

Compared to any other warrior, Romulus possesses a transcendent quality that enables him to defeat any opponent.

As long as he holds on until that moment!
The moment you see right through your opponent.

Romulus rode on, his expression solemn, as he slaughtered his enemies.

His mind was tense.

Every blow he had taken had brought him knowledge, constantly enhancing his understanding of his opponents in battle. This talent made him invincible at this moment, but the valuable experience it brought was hard for even bystanders to accept.

He could sense De la Cruz's tension, the solemnity of the Imperial Guards, and the fear of the mortal commanders.

Now, this agonizing moment is finally over.

Now, he begins to learn from the process of attacking.

He remained focused and continued swinging.

The steel giant fell and staggered.

The iron ring machine crawled and clawed as it was surrounded and attacked by the guard puppets.

Romulus walked in a semi-circle around the Iron Lord, then charged forward, unleashing thunderous executions with both hands.

Phew!

The palm seemed to penetrate his body, and Peturabo could feel something tearing at his soul.

Demons cannot die; only their physical form can be destroyed.

But at this very moment, the agony of being torn apart was coursing through Peturabo's limbs and bones, driving them to slice through the flesh of the demonic Primarch and break those massive bones.

Black blood splattered like gushing crude oil, the life force within the bones withered amidst screams, and the flesh and blood worn during the visit to the mortal world could not bear the burden and collapsed.

When the apocalyptic hand tore through the armor, the divine machine, full of mechanical beauty, gradually became unable to stop its opponent.

Those hands were pulverizing them with merciless skill, dismantling their intricate structures one by one.

boom!
After a futile struggle, Perturabo was slammed to the ground and his chest was ripped open. Just as he was about to retaliate, the force seemed to have seen through his movements and flung him against the wall before he could think of a counterattack.

The most decisive reaction was completely unexpected by the Iron Lord.

Yes, Perturabo also evolved in battle.

But from the moment he was overtaken, he could no longer see his opponent's back.

call--

"Petulabo, traitor, enemy of mankind."

The man standing in the center of a pile of shattered metal breathed out like thunder. His forearm muscles were torn and his knees were making cracking sounds, but he still walked steadily toward the Lord of Iron.

He didn't care about Peturabo's motives, Peturabo's thoughts, or Peturabo himself.

But the actions of Peturabo have cost millions of lives.

He cares.

"You should pay the price for your wishful thinking."
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"A strange reversal."

In the warp, Tzeentch whispered, slowly calming his breathing.

It pressed down on its long staff, watching the wizard beside it with equal vigilance.

The Lord of Change is not stingy; he is extremely tolerant of both enemies and himself, especially when facing the Wings of Dawn, who are stirring up trouble in the material universe.

Just as war brings endless power to terror, a completely disrupted future also greatly benefits the Lord of Change.

Thus, only these nameless and faceless great demons were left to carry the burden.

To the gods, these mass-produced goods were of no value compared to their desires; once they died, they were gone.

Looking at Ramses, who was clearly entrapment again, Gao Di felt he should do something to improve himself so he wouldn't be used as cannon fodder in the future, and asked curiously.

"What are your plans to do with him?"

Ramses remained silent.

His sights were set on the next battlefield.

That battlefield shrouded in a thick mist of blood.

　P.S.: Sorry, I got home too late, so it's a bit late.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)