Warhammer: I, the Wizard of a Thousand Sons, Reorganize the Legion

Chapter 108 The Truth

"What's going on?"

Peturabo's expression changed drastically as he suddenly realized something was wrong. Several colossi surrounding the platform had turned their cannons around and aimed their massive weapons at him.

Although the Colossi's cannons have very large diameters, they are not always aimed at their own position.

But he felt increasingly alarmed, because the chilling killing intent had not diminished at all, and based on his years of experience in battle, the seemingly chaotic aiming of the colossi had actually surrounded all his escape routes.

In other words, it means that one is completely locked down and cannot escape.

He turned sharply to look at Li Wei, who appeared relaxed, and asked in a deep voice, "Li Wei, how exactly did you do that?"

Before he could finish speaking, he added urgently, "That's impossible! My war-craftsman instincts tell me that machines can't rebel without cause, and my offspring are all inside!"

Perturabo was also thrown into a state of shock by this turn of events, which led to his later addition: he remembered very clearly that all the pilots of the colossi here were soldiers from his Iron Warrior Legion.

They could not possibly betray themselves, and they were even less likely to betray the machines they were piloting.

But the truth is that all the hundreds of colossi piloted by his own offspring have turned against him and pointed their guns at him.

However, what was even stranger was that he did not receive any messages from his offspring through his communicator, and all he could hear was the dull hum of the colossus running, and nothing else.

Although he didn't treat his sons very kindly, he wouldn't turn against them just because of this old grudge between Senji and him.

That means there's a problem with the machinery, but the colossi are just cold, steel creations, completely devoid of consciousness...

No, Peturabo was suddenly jolted awake, his whole body jolted, and a sudden realization dawned on him.

He considered a possibility: the dormant soul of the colossus.

Memories of creating the Colossus flashed through his mind, and he finally realized something was wrong: the Colossus's soul had been restless since its birth, and it would become violent and uneasy without the calming ritual of the Steel Warrior Tech Soldier.

"Heh..." Having figured everything out, Perturabo slowly turned around, chuckled self-deprecatingly, and said, "Lord Levi, you're right. What shouldn't be mine, I truly shouldn't possess."

"It seems that Your Excellency Peturabo knows what's going on."

Li Wei's lips curled slightly as he spoke calmly.

At the same time, his tense body suddenly relaxed, even though the hundreds of colossi had already been controlled by the secret door left by the mechanical master Vashtor.

But this place is the base of the Iron Warriors Legion, and the number of Iron Warriors is estimated to be at least tens of thousands. If Peturabo really loses his temper, his group will be in deep trouble.

"Hmph..." Perturabo's face darkened, and he became somewhat displeased. He wanted to know how Levi controlled the Colossus's soul, since his control over the soul was limited to basic soothing and awakening.

All he wanted to know now was how Levi controlled the Colossus's soul; as for the rest, especially the matter of seeking revenge against Horus, he could forget about it.

He wasn't a psionic monster like Levi or Magnus; he didn't believe he could escape from the encirclement of hundreds of colossi.

Yes, Peturabo had just given the order to mobilize all the garrison troops of the Iron Warriors Legion in the vicinity to cooperate with the Colossus Array and trap Levi and Magnus.

Moreover, with the Thousand Sons' most powerful psionicists, Levi and Magnus, present, he had absolutely no chance of escape.

As for a fight to the death, that's unnecessary. He may be stubborn, but he's not so unreasonable as to be unable to distinguish right from wrong.

Of course, if it were Horus, that would be a different story. But now? Let's feign submission, observe the situation, and wait for what happens next.

Perturabo, looking at the colossi getting closer and closer, chuckled twice and said, "Lord Levi, um... it's nothing. I just wanted to show you the combat power of the hundreds of colossi that the Thousand Sons Legion has not yet received."

"

As he spoke, he reached out and stroked the cold cannon barrel beside him, a smile playing on his lips.

He was ready to give all these colossi to the Thousand Sons Legion. It wasn't that he was being generous, but rather that all the colossi here had hidden doors left by Li Wei.

The Iron Warriors are bound to cause trouble sooner or later by keeping these colossi. If Li Wei secretly intervenes, the Iron Warriors can be utterly defeated in a crucial battle.

"Hmm..." Li Wei remained noncommittal, his expression indifferent.

He really didn't expect the slick Peturabo to be so generous, not even asking him if he could remove the secret door and let the Iron Warriors regain control of the Colossus Legion.

It seems that the war artisans of Peturabona really do have quick minds.

He nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for His Excellency Peturabo's generous gift, and thank you to the Iron Warrior Legion for their meticulous care of the Colossus over the years."

His words were light and airy, containing only expressions of gratitude, without any other underlying meaning.

This made Peturabo's face fall.

Perturabo was just being polite; he was actually using a retreat as a tactic to advance. Since he couldn't keep these colossi anyway, he might as well return them to the Thousand Sons. But under normal circumstances, shouldn't the Thousand Sons be more polite and offer some benefits in return?

He remembered that the resources the Thousand Sons Legion had previously contributed had been offset by the delivery of Terminator armor.

The majority of the resources for these colossi were painstakingly accumulated by the Iron Warrior Legion through frugality and meticulous saving.

He can't accept that!

He frowned, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice, "Lord Li Wei, haven't you gone too far?"

He paused, then added, "All of these colossi were built by the soldiers of the Iron Warrior Legion, working day and night."

His words were filled with resentment and dissatisfaction.

Livi, standing in front of Perturabo, remained calm as always, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Li Wei, what do you mean by this?"

"Enough, stop talking nonsense," Peturabo said angrily.

"Li Wei, give me a straight answer."

Perturabo argued vehemently and incessantly. Even his descendants, the Iron Warriors, were seeing their Primarch lose his composure for the first time, and some even felt that their Primarch was being petty.

Levi, who had been listening to Peturabo's rambling on and on, could no longer bear it. His face finally showed some impatience. Under Peturabo's expectant gaze, Levi finally moved and pointed to a spot not far behind him.

Coming to his senses, Perturabo looked in the same direction and saw Magnus standing quietly there. He then remembered that Magnus was the genetic prototype of the Thousand Sons. If he went to Levi, Levi would definitely not give up even a sliver of benefit.

After all, Magnus, Livy's superior, was right beside him; how could he possibly overstep his bounds and give his word on his own?

He was so angry he forgot all about that.