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"There is no equality in this world."

Perturabo chose to use these words as the opening remarks of the banquet - the famous tyrant actually said these words with a smile. The long table was covered with white cloth, and all kinds of delicacies were already served step by step by the central hand.

Teleported up, Leman Russ was holding a thick wooden wine glass in his hand, which was full of wine, but he did not drink it.

"so what?"

The mage asked with great interest.

He sat at the other end of the long table, just across from Perturabo. Frankly speaking, he was indeed very interested in Perturabo's behavior of boarding the ship alone. He had obviously become a demon, but he did not know why he retained it.

With a human appearance, he did not even raise any objections to the center's scanning and frisking during the boarding process.

"As you can see, what I'm really saying is that equality is a made-up word."

The Lord of Steel smiled and said: "A rich man and a poor man are inherently unequal. Even if the rich try their best to whitewash it, they cannot erase the truth, while the poor will not think about this issue at all. They have become accustomed to it.

Look up to the rich and even take their casual words as sacred decrees.”

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Roger Dorn asked calmly.

His hands were placed under the table, and Perturabo glanced at him, his smile unabated: "If you plan to attack me with the bolter hidden under the table, Rogal Dorn, I recommend

Get a bigger one. That Masterwork Bolter you're holding can't do any harm to me."

Donne did not respond to his words, he just repeated his question.

"What do you want to say, Perturabo? This party is really inexplicable, even for a mentally ill person like you. If the captain hadn't insisted on it, I would have killed him immediately.

you."

"There are a lot of things I want to say. I've wanted to discuss them before, but you've never given me a chance to express myself - so I'm going to express myself today. Everyone should have the right to express themselves,

Isn’t it?”

Perturabo raised a glass of red wine and shook it a few times to allow the aroma of the wine to fully dissipate. He gently raised it, smelled for a moment, and then said the next sentence.

"Of course, anyone should also conduct self-analysis. I like the honesty and detail of data, so I have used data to analyze myself over a long period of time. I came to a conclusion, a very interesting one.

conclusion."

"Generally, I am not willing to agree with any of Donne's points unless he is really reasonable and I really can't find any point to refute."

Leman Russ narrowed his eyes and interrupted Perturabo with a cold tone. He was the second person to do so, and his attitude was even worse than Dorn's.

"But, I really want to ask, Perturabo..."

The wolf of Fenris stood up slowly. At that moment, the cold wind broke in and began to howl above everyone's heads: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"You are so impatient, Russ." Perturabo looked at him calmly, his smile faded, but he still remained calm. "Why don't you give me some time to explain myself?"

"I have no extra patience for a traitor." Russ replied coldly, his fangs sticking out. Bloodthirsty desire was swirling in his heart.

"Yeah?"

The smile appeared on Perturabo's face again: "Why don't you say this to Fulgrim and Konrad Curze who are sitting next to you?"

The Chemos raised his hands expressionlessly and held Leman Russ, who could no longer bear it any longer and wanted to rush out and smash Perturabo to death with the wine glass in his hand.

He calmly controlled the furious wolf, and at the same time motioned Robert Guilliman to pay more attention to Dorne sitting next to him. The Stone's mood was not much better than that of Russ, and the Fenrisians' anger was traceable.

, but there is a complete blood feud between Dorne and Perturabo.

In fact, ten minutes before the banquet started, Dorn was still nagging, trying to get the mage to change his mind and let him take the Imperial Fist to directly kill Perturabo who boarded the ship. No one knew what the mage actually said.

What made him change his mind - but even if Donne was really sitting here, it didn't mean that he gave up his idea.

You can see it from that finely crafted bolt gun.

"If this is the extent of your plan, I would be very disappointed in you, Perturabo."

Conrad Coates leaned back lazily in his chair and yawned listlessly.

"Do you really think that these superficial words can cause them to be suspicious of each other again? If you really want to do this, you should find an opportunity to take action after the expedition is over, kidnap Fulgrim, and then find

A demon disguised himself as him and started wandering around, doing his old job, and then waiting for an opportunity to kill other people who came to inquire. This is the right way..."

Coates stopped his narration and sat up straight with an innocent face: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Corax, who was sitting next to him, inserted a table knife into his neck without saying a word. Curze's head tilted and he fell to the side. Then he was wrapped in darkness in the next second and disappeared from the place. He

He appeared at the door of the banquet hall with a strange smile, playing with the table knife in his hand, and bowed to everyone.

"Please allow me to leave first. Someone has to watch over your army, right, Perturabo?"

The Lord of Steel did not answer his words. In fact, his expression was no longer as relaxed as it was at the beginning. The abilities revealed by Konrad Curze were completely beyond his expectations, which was very bad. It seems that the plan

It's just a plan after all...

Furthermore, he didn't think what Coates said was just as simple as it seemed.

He glanced at the mage sitting in the main seat, who was still smiling and indifferent to anything that happened. After seeing his eyes, he even made a gesture in response: "You probably haven't finished speaking yet.

Right, Mr. Perturabo?"

He even politely added Mr.

Perturabo nodded slowly.

"What I really want to say is... I am no longer who I used to be. No matter what prejudices and doubts you have had about me, I accept them all. And the reason why I came here alone is just to get my return."

Honso's body."

"Oh?" The mage tilted his head curiously. "Is he important to you, Mr. Perturabo? He is just a hybrid, isn't he? He even got half of his gene-seed from the Imperial Fist.

With that in mind, shouldn't you hate him?"

For the first time since the banquet began, the smile on Perturabo's face completely disappeared.

"He's not a bastard."

Perturabo spat out this sentence bit by bit. He obviously wanted to say the next half of the sentence, but was interrupted by the mage before he could speak.

"-Physiologically speaking, he is. Honso the Warsmith is an unquestionable bastard, the only time he was pure was before he was born. Fabius Bayer created him, so,

Whether he wants it or not, he is already a monster."

"I hope you take back that title. I agree with you that he is a monster, but he is not a so-called..."

Perturabo's tone became very heavy, and he even clenched his fists. This action made Chagatai Khan, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately draw out the long knife from his waist, and the Fire Dragon Lord who had discussed with him early in the morning also

Standing up, if Perturabo showed any intention to attack, he would immediately pounce on him.

"…Bastard." Perturabo spat out the word. "He's not."

"How to prove it?"

The mage seemed to know nothing about their actions. He smiled easily and naturally, and the indifference on his handsome and pale face actually made Perturabo feel a cold familiarity.

He thought of another person at this moment.

"You'll have to prove it to me, Mr. Perturabo. Physically speaking, he's a damned bastard - yes, I don't like him. I don't want to hide it, either.

There's no need for that. But, you said he wasn't...If that's the case, what evidence do you have?"

With a gentle smile and a frivolous tone, but the sarcasm in it was extremely obvious, the mage asked softly: "How are you going to prove that he is not a bastard?"

Perturabo closed his eyes and opened them again after a few seconds of silence. He saw a bolt gun pointed straight at his face, and Rogal Dorn was in front of him at some point, like a mountain.

His body was unshakable, and his old face showed undisguised hatred.

From his eyes, Perturabo saw an obvious message.

'Do it.' Rogal Dorn growled silently at him. 'Do it, and I can kill you immediately. Don't say you don't dare, Perturabo.'

No.

If this was Rogal Dorn's wish, he would not proceed.

The Lord of Steel bit his teeth and rubbed them, letting the feeling slowly spread to his bone marrow. He did not let anger control him anymore, and he even let the smile return to his face: "You try to anger me, but I won't

——”

"—Hongrel."

Rogal Dorn spat out these two words indifferently, with fire in his eyes as if burning.

Perturabo's face suddenly twisted.

Dorn smiled with satisfaction and pulled the trigger - at such a close range, with his accuracy, and with the firepower of this finely crafted bolt gun that Maximus Thorn cherished so much that he didn't even want to change it, Petu

Even if Labo doesn't die, he will be seriously injured immediately.

With the muzzle of the gun jumping up, the fire suddenly appeared, and the huge gunshot echoed throughout the room. A bomb sank deeply into the center of Perturabo's eyebrows, making a huge hole, half of his

Almost all faces were destroyed by it.

But he didn't fall.

Not even bleeding.

What was exposed in that huge pit was not flesh and blood tissue, nor even any so-called 'bones'. It was full of complex cables and sophisticated electronic components. Dorn's sudden smile disappeared immediately.

, he immediately realized what this was, so he shouted loudly.

"It's a stand-in! He built a robot! Captain, I ask you to open fire and destroy his ship immediately!"

"No."

The mage simply rejected him: "Your brother is indeed here, Dorn. This is not a so-called robot... This is what Perturabo looks like now."

After his words fell, Dorn turned his head in disbelief and saw that the huge crater on Perturabo was healing. The steel squirmed, the wound disappeared, and the explosive bomb was even broken down into parts of the steel.

In less than half a second, the Lord of Steel once again stood in front of all of them intact.

He said expressionlessly: "When did you find out?"

"I discovered it from the beginning - besides, you had no intention of hiding it, right? Otherwise, you could have changed your form and covered this steel body with real flesh and blood tissue."

"I won't do that kind of thing." Perturabo said slowly. "Although you may not believe it, I still believe that as humans, we should retain something that can make us proud."

"This sentence really surprises me." Sanguinius pursed his lips and stood up. "What have you done to yourself, Perturabo?"

"He became a demon."

Chaghatai squinted his eyes and slowly waved the long knife on his waist. The sharp blade made the air make an overwhelming sound, and he showed a calm smile: "This is probably one of his biggest reliances, right?

Perturabo? You think you can no longer be killed after becoming a demon, so you dare to come alone?"

"No."

Perturabo's expression did not change at all: "I know what he can do, actually..."

He turned his head and looked at the mage.

"When you crushed Abaddon's flagship, I watched the whole process. The Thirteenth Black Crusade had my support, and he also had some equipment installed on his ship. So, I knew from the beginning that you could do something

What kind of thing."

"Then why do you dare to come alone?"

The mage asked with great interest: "Is it possible that your conscience has discovered that you want to return to the empire again?"

"I don't have a good impression of the Empire at all."

A trace of disgust appeared on his face.

"A hypocritical, huge and bloated political system. It should be reformed so that it can be worthy of the name 'Empire'. I don't want to stage any drama of conscience discovery, because I will not admit my mistakes...

.”

Corax noted the choice of words - 'I won't admit it'.

The Lord of Crows silently moved his fingers, and the shadows under the dining table surged for a moment, sending a message to the other Lord of Darkness. The latter had now turned into a black shadow and lurked on Perturabo's ship.

Perturabo continues.

"After comprehensively considering the strength and specific situation of both sides, I think the Chaos side has a pitiful chance of winning, and I am tired of this kind of life, so I decided to surrender."

"What you said is very interesting, Mr. Perturabo, and what's even more interesting is that I found that you are telling the truth. You may be able to use the ability of this body of steel to fake a steady heart rate and deceive

Something like a lie detector, but your soul can't do that."

The mage stood up: "So, you didn't lie."

Facing the incredulous looks from everyone, Perturabo nodded slowly.

Then he raised a finger.

"But, I have a request." He replied in a low voice. "I want Honso's body."

"Ah, regarding this, please forgive me for refusing."

The mage replied softly: "At the same time, I also refuse your surrender. You can go back to your ship, Mr. Perturabo, and then you can start waiting..."