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"He said that what you want to do is not to be a general, but to be a creator. You can't assume that a gardener likes to do this just because he goes to look for manure to tend to the flowers and trees, and let him do this dirty work endlessly for hundreds of years."

Perturabo had completely turned into a volcano of fire, and he couldn't even smile. Adam simply took out all his self-esteem and pride, threw them into the cesspool, and stomped them hard until they were broken into pieces.

But Adam's subsequent words touched him deeply, and the "gardener" theory really touched his heart.

Why, why would such a rare person who could understand him have such malice towards him?

Even the Imperial Fists looked at Adam with admiration. So far, this young iron man was probably the only one who could make Perturabo so angry.

He was really brave. Now everyone could see that Perturabo was badly broken by Adam and he almost fainted before he could even catch his breath.

If he really fainted from anger, wouldn't he be the first Primarch to faint from anger in history?

The Lord of Iron took a long time to calm down, and finally suppressed his anger with his willpower. He was now just a holographic projection without any power, so how could he do anything to Adam?

He swore to himself that he would capture this sharp-tongued iron man, twist his mind, and make him kill his father with his own hands.

Although he did understand himself very well, it was precisely because he understood himself too well that Perturabo wanted to kill him.

Adam picked up the tactical helmet that had fallen to the ground, and the source of the holographic projection was this little thing.

"My father also told me that Perturabo and his sons are not worthy of the name of Iron Warriors. In your legion, only Barabas Dantioch can be called a man of steel inside and out."

"He suggested that you and your legion change your name. How about calling yourself the Rusted Cowards? Because the real Iron Warriors have already stood on the side of the Empire, and you are just some fools who are deceiving the world and stealing the name."

Then, without waiting for Perturabo to refute, Adam exerted a little force in his hands and crushed the helmet and the holographic projection generator into pieces.

Chapter 604: Half-brothers (asking for monthly ticket)

Chapter 604: Half Brothers Iron Blood, inside the command bridge.

The air seemed to have completely frozen, and extremely low air pressure enveloped the Glorious Queen-class battleship. The cabin was extremely quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were the ticking sounds of the Thinker's computer and the stiff sounds of the servo-servants moving.

No one dared to breathe loudly, for fear of increasing their presence and angering the source of the low-pressure storm, the Lord of Iron, who was currently standing in front of the bridge command platform.

Due to Perturabo's special war philosophy, the Iron Blood is the only one among her sister ships without portholes.

He believed that portholes would cause holes in the warship's structure, and he did not need this extremely inefficient and primitive method of direct observation with the naked eye.

There are a large number of precision detectors distributed on the outside of the Iron Blood. The processing system perfected by Perturabo himself can visualize the collected data and convert it into visual images to be projected on the screen.

Perturabo was surrounded by six iron-ringed robots that he had built himself, with cloned biological tissue of the Iron Lord himself implanted in their metal heads.

Relying on these wetware, the iron ring robot can be directly connected to the signal generator on Perturabo's head, and the battle can be directly controlled by the Lord of Iron himself.

The Primarch was completely disappointed with his offspring, and he trusted the iron ring robots he built himself more because they were fearless, absolutely loyal, dedicated, and never tired.

Outside the Iron Ring Robots are the high-ranking personnel of the Iron Warriors Legion, including Trident and War Blacksmiths, etc. Their status in the Legion is even lower than those Iron Ring Robots.

But now, the Iron Warriors were no longer in the mood to care about the Primarch's preference for the Iron Ring, because with the existence of those robots, at least they would not stand on Perturabo's side.

God knows whether the Primarch would send them all into the Dreadnoughts one by one just to vent his anger or to keep it secret.

Or maybe another eleven-draw kill order?

They were well aware of their father's explosive temper; Perturabo seemed to be perpetually angry, and his wrath was always directed at those closest to him.

He always treats others better than his own family.

Perturabo made a long-distance holographic communication through the helmet of the warsmith Vol Brunn. The Primarch originally intended it to be a demonstration to those Imperial Fists who had managed to defeat the vanguard.

He wanted to announce his arrival to Rogal Dorn, and the feud and hatred between the two Primarchs would be completely resolved in this war.

However, Perturabo never expected that he would encounter such a strange iron man.

There is no doubt that the Iron Man is highly intelligent and has a very close relationship with the Empire, even close enough to be able to carry out joint operations with the Imperial Fists.

Perturabo knew well how difficult it would be for the Sons of Dorn to let go of their resistance to abominable intelligence, for they had inherited their genetic father's stubbornness.

Moreover, this iron man knew too much about his dark history, and he revealed it all in public without any concealment.

This was beyond Perturabo's expectations. In his shock and anger, even his brain, which was comparable to a supercomputer, went into a state of shutdown.

Fricks, the leader of the Trident, also began to curse in his heart. Perhaps he should not have stayed with the Primarch. He didn't know if he would be the first to suffer misfortune.

He glanced at the Thousand Sons Sorcerer Ahriman, whose presence had diminished in the corner. This bastard who had once betrayed the Fourth Legion was now appearing on their flagship in a dignified manner.

Ahriman impressed the Primarch with the friendship between Perturabo and Magnus. He sincerely apologized to the Iron Lord and begged him to help him find Magnus.

"Hehe, the Primarch has always been more tolerant towards others, but extremely harsh towards us. How sad it is." Fricks lamented in his heart, "Why is our father this guy?"

"why?"

"The Fourth Legion, which shouts that it is made of steel both inside and out, is no longer a complete piece of steel. Countless cracks spread from it, and it is only barely held together under the high pressure and power of the Primarch."

"This aggregation is extremely dangerous because steel has to withstand harsh environments and it cannot be brittle."

The City Breaker was well aware of the Legion's problem, but he was unable to solve it.

However, this is the most desperate thing. The train driver realized that the train had derailed and was accelerating towards a destructive end, but he could do nothing but honk the horn.

The real owner of this train, Perturabo, was even stepping on the accelerator desperately to make it go faster.

……

On the other side, the Imperial Fists, who had successfully launched a counterattack and annihilated the Iron Warriors advance fleet that was attacked from all sides, also began their real retreat.

In order to bite off the thorny bone of the Iron Warriors, Sigismund suffered more than one-third of the casualties of the fleet. The Imperial Fists used the blood of their old enemies to prove their firm determination to keep all enemies out of Terra.

"Adam, my brother."

"I'm sorry for our inherent prejudice against you, I think you have proven your position and loyalty."

What surprised Iron Man was that after he angrily denounced the dissection of Perturabo, the Imperial Fists, who had been extremely cold, showed him an unusually good face.

And a very weird enthusiastic attitude.

Even the black knight Sigismund no longer had a tense expression, and one could even faintly see a hint of an uncontrollable smile at the corner of his mouth.

He has received professional training and usually doesn't laugh unless he really can't help it.

"So this is the fastest way to gain their trust and friendship. I think I understand."

"Next time I see Perturabo, I'll give him another big one."

Adam threw Leman Russ's teachings aside and sealed them up temporarily. It seemed that even the Primarch could make mistakes, and his approach was more suitable for building good relations with the Fenrisians.

As for the Imperial Fists, as long as you hate the Iron Warriors and Perturabo equally, you are acceptable friends and brothers.

And someone like Adam, who criticized Perturabo's shameful behavior from all angles in front of everyone, and made the Iron Lord have no choice but to speak harshly in the air and stomp on his face to the ground, is a half-brother to the Imperial Fists.

Iron man? So what if he is an iron man? The emperor didn't say anything, so who dares to have an opinion?

We all serve the Emperor and fight for the Empire of Man. How can we harbor estrangement and grudges against each other just because our physical makeup is different?

Anyone who dares to question their Iron Brothers must first ask whether the Imperial Fists' power sword is sharp!

Isn't such a loyal iron man ten thousand times better than those traitors who bow down to Chaos or even throw themselves into the arms of Chaos?

"Brother Adam, we will relay everything that just happened to the Primarch. I hope you don't mind."

The Imperial Fists' power armor was equipped with sophisticated photographic equipment that could record in real time what the Astartes encountered in the war, and all the details of Perturabo's embarrassment were captured in detail.

Sigismund couldn't wait to see what Dorn thought of this scene. He had always longed for forgiveness and recognition from the Father of Genes.

Under his command, although the Empire lost the planets Pluto and Uranus, it had achieved its strategic goal: blowing up the Gemini Gates, severely damaging the enemy's vanguard, and creating conditions for the Empire's subsequent siege and reinforcement.

This war is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface. The layout of strategic masters such as Ryan and Dorn has extended to the distant future, and each of their decisions has its own profound meaning.

The rebels did get a precious springboard, but this also meant that they would deploy most of their forces on this hard-earned springboard, which was equivalent to directly locking down many of the enemy's strategic intentions.

The distance from Pluto to Terra will be a desperate distance for the Empire to set up countless ambushes and defenses for the rebels. The Primarchs are ready to weaken the rebels step by step.

Chapter 605: Eldar reinforcements arrive (asking for monthly tickets)

Chapter 605: The Eldar reinforcements arrive at Terra and have already learned the outcome of the Battle of the Twin Gates.

Dorn also expressed his affirmation of this result.

Judging from the power Horus has now demonstrated, it is basically impossible to completely block him outside the solar system.

Anyone who dared to think so undoubtedly underestimated the Warmaster. He was Horus Lupercal, the Primarch with the strongest command ability. Even Lion's Johnson was inferior to him in large-scale combat.

Therefore, the Primarchs chose to completely blow up the Gemini Gates to prevent the rebels from using these two stargates left over from the dark technology age to carry out large-scale troop deployments.

All that was left was to make full use of the thousands of defense lines from Pluto to Terra, and actively let the rebels get into this pocket, which would naturally make Horus weaker and weaker.

Defense master Rogal Dorn carefully designed the strength of each line of defense to ensure that the rebels could take it, but they would have to pay a bloody price.

With each line of defense they took, the rebels felt that victory was just around the corner, and that they could reach Terra as long as they made one more effort.

And this is where Dorn's brilliance lies. If he had simply built an indestructible defense, the rebels would have had to continue waiting for reinforcements to arrive, and then accumulate enough strength before making another move.

Just like when a flood comes, simply building dams to block it will only cause the flood to continue to rise and expand, and finally break through the dams in a destructive manner.

If we give them hope like we are doing now, and let them run around in an endless battle and bleed slowly, they will pay a lot of sunk costs without realizing it.

After hearing about Dorn's plan, Roche even called this tactic discussed by the Primarchs the "Pin Xixi" tactic.

Oil boils over a fierce fire, blood is drained slowly, and only a soft knife can kill silently.

Terra, conference hall.

At this moment, Roche was looking at Adam and Sigismund walking side by side with a strange look on his face. According to his observation, Adam seemed to have a very good relationship with the Imperial Fists.

This was beyond his expectations. Adam learned much faster than he thought, so Luo Xi sent him out to the front line to gain experience.

"Father."

As soon as Adam saw Luo Xi, he walked towards him quickly. His expression was exactly like a son who had returned triumphantly and was happy to see his father.

Today, most of the commanders of the Empire have gathered here. Not only are there several Primarchs stationed here, but there are also people like Imperial Admiral Sukasan and commanders of various mortal auxiliary legions who are busy collecting and summarizing intelligence and cooperating with the Primarchs in battlefield simulations.

Adam, however, paid no attention to the solemn atmosphere. In his eyes, there was only his Creator, and everyone else was just a passerby.

Luo Xi smiled and touched the big boy's head. Adam, who was originally smart, suddenly showed the expression of a silly son.

Sigismund excitedly reported the battle situation to Dorne. However, this god of war who could defeat a hundred men alone on the battlefield looked uneasy in front of Dorne.

At this moment he even envied Adam a little, because he and his father could play around casually in such a serious occasion.

He subconsciously wanted to touch his smooth head, imagining whether Dorn could also touch his head here.