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Even Dorn instinctively felt that his...little brother was angry, or even throwing a tantrum.

"It's ridiculous. I would rather he died gloriously here." Empire Stone couldn't help but complain.

He struck Fulgrim hard with his broken shield, but the serious traitor Primarch did not retreat at all, but swung his sword even more vigorously, like a purple storm.

"Give him to me, give him to me!"

"I can let you go, and then I will withdraw from this endless battle, Dorn!"

Fulgrim's long snake tail almost caught little Perturabo, but at the last moment, Dorn reached out and grabbed the little brother in his hand.

With the size of Rog Dorn's palm, he could even drag the opponent directly in his palm.

Little Perturabo grasped Dorn's fingers tightly, using a strength that was completely unbecoming of a child of his age to prevent himself from being captured by Fulgrim.

"Ridiculous! Too ridiculous! Why have I become like this?!" Perturabo's screams never subsided, but Fulgrim seemed even more excited and rushed forward even harder.

If he knew this would be the outcome, Perturabo would rather die with Dorn than choose such an ending.

And now, in order to avoid being taken away by the disgusting Fulgrim and the Prince of Pleasure behind him, Perturabo even held Dorn's fingers tightly.

"Go and save father! Quick!" Fricks of the Trident roared to the Iron Warriors. They saw clearly that their genetic father had turned into a naked child running around on the ground, which instantly cost them their lives.

But no one cared about this shame. The most important thing now was to rescue Perturabo. With his current strength, any stray bullet or artillery shock wave would be enough to be fatal.

No matter how resentful or hateful they are, no Iron Warrior would agree to abandon their genetic father!

Quack! Give my little father back to me!

A little boss wearing a Greek robe. I can't find a suitable picture, so I'll just take a look.

Chapter 647 Ryan Returns (Three in One)

"Kill me, Dawn."

"In the battle between you and me, I lost in the end."

The childish voice of little Perturabo rang in Dorn's ears, without any trace of the former brutality and anger, only a hint of sadness.

This Primarch always looked gloomy, as if he was carrying endless pain and torture, and he was only rarely seen smiling.

But now, his anger was gone, leaving only a deadly desire.

For him, this result is more difficult to accept than failure, because he even needs Dorne's help to avoid falling into the hands of the Prince of Joy.

His proud self-esteem had been trampled to pieces.

He knew very well what those disgusting and crazy Emperor's children would do. He had experienced it deeply in the world of the Eldar crones.

However, at that time, his power was taken away by the Maugta Stone given by Fulgrim, and he was paralyzed on the ground and unable to move. Now he has become the body of a child and has no ability to protect himself at all.

Although the neural cables on his head were still there, with his current mental strength, Perturabo was completely unable to command those iron ring robots.

The iron ring robot had some tissue wetware cloned from Perturabo himself implanted inside it, which certainly enabled him to bring out his extraordinary multi-threaded thinking talent, but now he was unable to command it, which instead became a fatal weakness.

The iron-ring robots that were absolutely reliable and obedient in his mind now seemed inferior to the iron warriors whom he had always looked down upon.

"Your sons are trying to recapture you," Dorn said as he retreated to the rear of the battlefield under the cover of the Imperial Fists.

"The Iron Warriors who were ignored and discarded by you didn't give up on you, so why do you give up on yourself?"

"See, Perturabo? At this time, the iron ring robots you are so proud of are not as reliable as the iron warriors you despise. A body of steel does not necessarily defeat a body of flesh and blood."

"Your philosophy is wrong. It's very wrong."

"The true strength of the Astartes lies not in their physical bodies, but in their faith and will, which is enough to penetrate steel."

Although the Primarch's power was gone, his eyesight was not much weakened.

Perturabo watched his offspring charging towards him madly. The City Breaker Fricks, wearing heavy Terminator armor, broke through all obstacles like a walking tank, just to get to the side of the Father of Genes.

Whether it is the Imperial Fists or the Emperor's Children who are allies, they have become enemies of the Iron Warriors equally.

Large-caliber bolt shells and heavy laser cannons cut through the air, and little Perturabo could smell the smell of burning in his nostrils.

"I will not kill you, Perturabo," Dorn said.

"You cannot die until you have been judged before the Father and have paid for your sins."

Little Perturabo stammered for a while, but couldn't say more.

After a brutal battle, Dorne's condition has declined, but Fulgrim is still in peak condition.

Under the cover of other Slaanesh Daemons, the prince of Slaanesh successfully broke through the defenses of the iron ring robots around Adam.

All that could be seen from his four piercing swords was brilliant sword light. Under his superb sword skills, even Lann and Pollax of the Imperial Fists were seriously injured and fell to the ground.

If Fulgrim had no intention of killing them, these sons of Dorne would have long since returned to the Golden Throne.

"I'll say this for the last time!" Fulgrim had already arrived in front of Dorn, and the Sword of the Storm and the Fang of the Storm collided with each other, bursting into brilliant sparks.

"Give him to me!"

"Okay!" Dorn agreed to Fulgrim's threat for the first time.

He threw Perturabo in his hand into the air with all his strength, and Fulgrim was immediately delighted and was about to hold the other party in his hand.

With a flash of whistling plasma tail flame, Adam had already grabbed Perturabo in his hand. He used his two arms behind his shoulders to protect the little Primarch tightly, and then left a series of Blackstone anti-psychic missiles.

Fulgrim used his sword to cut all the missiles into pieces, but the anti-psychic powder made of black stone and the ashes of the Untouchables still covered his face.

The Prince of Slaanesh let out a wail, and the violent scream merged with the attacks of the surrounding noise warriors wielding heavy sonic weapons.

The Eldar warriors who were still fighting on the battlefield fell to the ground in an instant with severe pain, and the Astartes also looked painful. It was not until the Storm Prophet and the Blood Angels' Think Tank took action that their condition improved slightly.

Adam's figure flashed across the sky, and only a series of Mach rings could be seen.

Perturabo was in a very complicated mood. Not long ago, he had threatened to torture Adam in the most cruel way, but now he was riding on the other's body to escape.

This is all so ironic.

He knew very well that the reason these loyalists of the empire wanted to save him was to try him openly and sentence this unforgivable traitor.

His pride and dignity were shattered at this moment.

"My so-called inner and outer strength is just an illusion based on strength."

"Who would care about me if I lost all my powers?"

Adam couldn't hold back his complaints any longer.

"My father once said that you are a giant baby who never grows up, but you have enough power to crush everyone around you." Adam's speaker sounded, and although it was a little distorted by the high-speed wind, Perturabo still heard it clearly.

"Power is your curse. Human children will always encounter setbacks and difficulties in their growth process. It is these that tell an individual where his position is in the society and how he should advance and retreat."

Adam used an analogy: "But because of your innate talent for knowing and the power of a demigod body, even if you encounter setbacks and difficulties, you can break through them with brute force."

"This also causes you to never grow up, to be unable to learn lessons from setbacks and failures, and to always treat the world and everyone around you with an extremely naive concept."

"Is the hatred between you and Lord Dorne really hatred? It is just your dissatisfaction with the emperor's unfair treatment and your stubbornness to prove yourself.

You are jealous of Dorne, jealous that you two are so similar and have similar abilities, but why everyone only likes Dorne and ignores your existence. "

Little Perturabo was silent. He understood that what Adam said was right. In the past, if someone dared to say these things in front of him, he would indeed use violence to make these things he didn't like disappear completely.

If a person is used to using a hammer to solve problems, then when he encounters other problems in the future, he will instinctively use a hammer to solve them.

The reason why he could treat those Iron Warriors in such a capricious way was because his power was not at all equal to that of the Astartes.

He was their father, and the Iron Warriors readily accepted his tyranny.

He has no sense of awe, he has no self-awareness, he has no empathy and the ability to reflect on himself.

The Emperor was an unqualified father. He did not teach Perturabo these things at all. Besides him, who else had the qualifications and ability to discipline the Primarch?

Perturabo's mood swings are actually not much different from those of human children. Which human being can say that he has not tortured and killed small animals such as ants and grasshoppers out of curiosity and playfulness when he was a child?

"My father believed that human nature is evil, but humans established morality and laws to restrain themselves. Only in this way can humans be guided onto the right track. What about you? You are the Primarch, the son of the Emperor. Who can restrain and judge you?"

"When you have knowledge and violence that overrides these constraints, how can you know whether you are right or wrong, and how can you correct yourself after encountering setbacks?"

Perturabo looked deeply at Adam who said this. This fucking iron man was lecturing him.

Ridiculous, but not ridiculous.

After all, it was he who was absurd, not Adam.

As Perturabo was twisted into the appearance of a child by time, the siege in front of the Lion's Gate had actually ended.

The Chaos Space Marines and the Four Gods, who once had order and cooperation, can no longer maintain even the minimum peace.

Perturabo was the brain of the strategic command. Once he left the team, there was no longer a commander who could control everyone and step forward to maintain the situation.

"It's over, it's all over, we will be defeated at the Lion's Gate."

Ahriman, the chief think tank of the Thousand Sons, looked at everything in front of him and couldn't help but let out a wail.

The reason he chose to help Horus was simply because they wanted to find Magnus who was trapped within the Imperial Palace.

The red letter spell prepared by Ahriman urgently needs Magnus' help to be successfully implemented.

But now they can't even get through the Lion Gate, and there is the Eternal Gate defense line behind them. It is obvious that there is no hope at all.

The Chaos Space Marines were fine, as they were still able to carry out an orderly attack under the control of their respective officers, but the demon army composed of Warp Demons was in a terrible state, as they were gradually beginning to lose control.

Ahriman had felt more than once the Blood God's great demon's deep malice towards the Astartes who had surrendered to the Lord of Change.

The huge brass axe was already showing how to chop off their heads as quickly and effortlessly as a noble tribute to the Blood God.

While the demons from the Blood God camp were extremely unfriendly, the demons from the Lord of Change camp were also trying every possible means to harm the Thousand Sons.

Ahriman has dealt with no fewer than three Tzeentch daemons who claimed they could help him break the flesh-changing curse that had befallen the Thousand Sons.

"The damn Blood God Demon can't be trusted, and the Tzeentch Demon can't be relied upon!"

Ahriman was tired of working with these scumbags, and perhaps they should not join Tzeentch.

"Tzeentch is unreliable. We should become independent again after completing the red letter spell. Otherwise, we will only become servants and playthings of these subspace creatures in the future, or until we ourselves become demons."

"The so-called demon upgrade is nothing more than a higher-level slave. The essence has not changed." Qianzi's chief think tank saw it very clearly. He definitely didn't want to upgrade to a demon.

In the end, Fulgrim failed to keep Dorn, nor was he able to bring little Perturabo to the Prince of Pleasure. After Sanguinius and Jaghatai Khan dealt with their respective opponents, they quickly returned to support.

In front of the extremely powerful Sanguinius, even someone as arrogant as Fulgrim had to carefully consider his own weight.

He saw that Xarathi the Demon, a bloodthirsty demon created by Slaanesh specifically to fight against the Blood God, had her spine pulled out and her body torn apart by Sanguinius.