Warhammer 40 Spring: Loyalty of the Multiverse

Chapter 183 Loyalists and Traitors

Klepach turned to look at Tilt standing before him. His pupils contracted, his face filled with disbelief. But this expression looked rather comical against his swollen face.

Tilt lowered his hand and turned the wrist that had just slapped Klepatch across the face.

"You...you..." Klepatch stared at Tiert in front of him, utterly shocked. The attraction stemming from their shared bloodline not only shocked him but also drove him to madness.

"Traitor! You have betrayed our own father!" Klepach charged forward, his arms reaching out to strangle Tilt by the neck.

However, the swaying, taut iron chain firmly bound it.

He knew that within their legion of steel warriors, there were many traitors—those whom the Empire called loyalists.

He loathed these people. They were all the same kind of people, so why were those who had betrayed them able to return to the empire's embrace?

Enjoying those praises, they are left like rats in a sewer, barely surviving in a chaotic corner, enviously peeking at the glory that should rightfully belong to them.

Tilt stood there silently, without saying a word. He had known his true identity long before Iron Glow took complete control of the entire warband.

Iron Warrior!

Even before the Crimson Angels Chapter, many members of the chapter knew that their own chapter was a mixed one.

All sorts of genetic seeds exist, and they wouldn't be surprised if the Inquisition came to their warship one day and arrested one of their brothers.

Although they might not agree at the time, this was within their expectations. Therefore, everyone had a vague suspicion and doubt about their own identity!
But when they actually found out, they couldn't help but feel uneasy, hesitant, and anxious. This feeling was even more pronounced among their brothers who bore the blood of sin.

Fortunately, Lord Tie Hui did not investigate further, or even inquire about it. He merely glanced at it and continued with his affairs.

Furthermore, their relatives from other factions showed them the utmost respect and comfort in their subsequent interactions and daily lives.

This left them momentarily at a loss as to how to express their emotions.

But today, seeing these rebels from his old school ignited his fury, making him want to blast them to pieces with a bomb.

Especially after the Emperor manifested and described the future of the human empire, they felt extremely guilty.

This led them to develop an extreme hatred for their respective Primarchs. The entirety of human civilization, the entire empire, and even the emperors themselves were transformed into their present form because of their Primarchs.

Even at some point in that world, these Astartes, burdened with sinful blood, secretly came to see the Emperor and Ironbeard.

They felt ashamed, yet their hearts were filled with complex emotions. They harbored extreme hatred for their betraying relatives and father.

But in the end, these were their own flesh and blood! So at that moment, they considered taking the blame for the mistakes and sins they had committed against the empire.

After stating their demands, they simply knelt there with their heads bowed, awaiting the emperor's judgment.

They waited for a long time until a golden light enveloped them. The sacred and gentle voice brought tears to their eyes: "Children! This is not your fault. Humanity is both noble and base. I cannot guarantee that everyone is noble. Therefore, I am gratified by your loyalty to the Empire and to humanity. You have also proven your noble character. I should not punish you, but reward you. Because you have given your lives for human civilization."

At that moment… everyone, including the Tyrth, felt a profound sense of relief. The tension that had gripped them since they became Astartes finally eased. They knelt on the ground, weeping uncontrollably, choking back sobs as they sang the Emperor's sacred words. At that moment, they felt a sense of liberation.

The long-standing burden of their sinful bloodline weighed heavily on them. It even fueled their desire to perish together with their enemies during battle.

It wasn't until that moment that they truly realized how foolish they had been and how naive their previous ideas had been!

"You bunch of cowards!" Tilt stared coldly at Klepatch before him. That simple, calm sentence rendered Klepatch speechless.

Klepach didn't know how to answer; in truth, his heart was already wavering. He hated the betrayal he and his companions had committed, plunging all of humanity into this predicament.

But what I hate even more is that these brothers who betrayed their father are enjoying the life they once dreamed of—the flowers, the praise.

This fueled their resentment and made them feel that their betrayal was as ridiculous as that of a clown in a circus.

So much so that many times when they lived on Olympia, they felt like rats in a sewer, living in a dark, stinking ditch.

These changes not only caused psychological distortion in them, but also led to their father, Peturabo, becoming extremely manic. The abuse they suffered caused them constant fear.

Watching this scene from behind, Tie Hui waved to stop the red-robed gear boys from putting power armor on Klepatch.

After all, the task he was about to undertake was indeed a great blasphemy against the entire Iron Warriors. And the gene seeds within his current subordinates, such as Tyrt and some other Astartes, originally belonged to the Iron Warriors.

Therefore, at this moment, he felt that the decision on this task should be left to Tilt and his group, since it was their own business.

Tie Hui walked up to Tilter, his height, more than a head taller than him, completely blocked the lights inside the warship, leaving Tilter entirely in the shadows.

Klepach looked at Tyrth, who was in the shadows, and for a moment he couldn't see his body clearly, even though he was so close. But he could see Tyrth's extremely cold eyes clearly.

Tie Hui reached out and patted Tilt on the shoulder, handing him a tablet. "You make your own decision! This is your own business."

After handing the tablet to him, Tie Hui turned around and left with the others, leaving behind only a few Gear Boys and a group of armed servants.

Iron Glory's mission can also be said to be his idea. In fact, he had jumped earlier, and the Iron Warrior's warship suddenly appeared at this moment.

Since these Iron Warriors are as tough as their turtles, let them become real Iron Turtles!
So his idea was to recreate the costumes, props, and colors of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles from their previous life on the power armor of the Iron Warriors.

Then they dressed them up and finally forced them to dance left and right in front of the camera while the mesmerizing Sabraka music played.

Then he would send this video throughout the entire galaxy, his goal being to permanently pin this thing on Perturabo and the Iron Warriors.

But only now did he realize that acting solely on his own whims seemed somewhat unethical. After all, the blood of steel warriors flowed in the veins of his subordinates, including the Tyrt and a portion of the Astartes.

Making such a hasty decision will likely cause them trouble and humiliation later.

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(End of this chapter)