"My children."
"In a short period of time, we jointly regained this star region called Golgotan for mankind, and re-sowed the fire of reason and civilization to countless lost worlds of mankind."
"We redeemed those who once struggled in the Old Night, just like all the Legions in the Great Crusade, just like our precious allies the Iron Warriors."
"Your nobility has captured for yourselves true glory."
"You also make me extremely proud."
"You are the sharp blade in my hand, you are the hammer in my hand."
"The sacred light from Terra will protect each of us in the coming journey, and the 'Intrepid Resolve' will also serve as your solid barrier."
"No alien or filthy existence can stop your blasters, and no thick armor can stop your melt. Until the blood of those dirty enemies dries up, until their heads are trampled and crushed."
"Before our eyes, the entire maelstrom is waiting to be conquered."
"Now it's time to let this maelstrom of chaos calm."
"My legions, my heirs, the sons of the mountains."
"Those children wearing the soul of Terra, bleeding the blood of red sand, and struggling to crawl out of the old night."
"Bring me victory."
"An unprecedented victory for mankind."
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In the orbit of the forge world Salem, which is dotted with giant factories, there are layers of metal star rings composed of metal scraps and radioactive materials. It is condensed from industrial waste directly discharged into space, together with the star port. The route will also deliberately avoid this place. Endless deadly particles are swirling around it, reflecting the dim light from ancient stars.
Despite this, there are still some recycling servitors from Salem in orbit collecting the usable parts of this scrap, but their almost misshapen rickets are also a symbol of what they have experienced in their short service life. of poison.
Perturabo looked down at the forge world beneath his feet. The industrial fire that had never dimmed since the furnace was opened thousands of years ago was becoming more and more dazzling. Hundreds of forges were forged by countless people from the empire and uncontaminated STCs. A giant factory is also producing all kinds of military supplies with extremely high efficiency. Endless bombs and promethium are transported directly to the transport hangars that are almost connected in a line on the transport channel, and there are empty warehouse transport planes arriving at all times. Hundreds of them Thousands of tanks of various types drove out of the factory one after another, including many types of super-heavy steel beasts.
And those that can be clearly seen just from the orbit: various ancient storm birds flying directly from the factory, thousands of giant transport planes that are constantly carrying out transportation tasks at the same time, and those that are being completed with extremely high efficiency The forged Titan machine, the Ember Wolves loyal to the Twelfth Legion are also appeasing the violent new Titan machine souls.
In these roaring majestic giant factories, even the slightest jam and delay can lead to death sentences pronounced by the tech-priests. Outside the dense factory clusters, there are even busier and bloody raw material storage areas. At every moment, a large number of servitors are scrapped due to excessively high-pressure workloads. At every moment, machines from other hives can be seen. The prisoners or unlucky guys in the capital were transformed into servitors and began to live their pitiful and short lives.
In the Mechanical Church located at the center of each giant factory, hundreds of technical sergeants can be seen coming in and out at any time. They are bathed in sacred binary prayers and bring the precise operational strategies and production needs of the Primarch to those in charge. The technical priests who operate the factory supervise whether the data on any node meets expectations and requirements. When each technical sergeant uses the computing power authority given by his mother to complete the corresponding work, they will take all the materials away from Gore. Gotham sector.
Every link in this forging world is interlocked with each other, and every step is indispensable.
When these huge factory clusters are assembled together, the name of the creation they produce is war.
Perturabo was quite emotional about this.
He saw a heart of steel that was constantly pumping.
Yes, although there were reports of Forge Worlds controlled by the Iron Lord being equally efficient, he had never seen the Forge Worlds controlled by other Primarch brothers be so efficient.
Except for Guilliman and Manus, they deserve some praise, but that's about it.
As the heart of the entire Golgotan sector, this war machine named Salem is running at high speed, providing a steady stream of nutrients for the upcoming grand expedition.
Looking at the majestic fleet that was slowly sailing towards Mandeville Point, the Iron Lord's aloof eyes kept flashing with traces of data flow.
The short time spent with Elaine is over. In the busy Great Crusade, the Iron Warriors will continue to overcome more difficulties like strong steel, burn more tyrants' cities to the ground, and completely exterminate more alien existences. .
However, during this short period of more than a year, even though Perturabo never really revealed any feelings to Elaine, he did feel the family affection and friendship that he had not experienced for a long time.
The aloof Iron Lord has never recognized any existence that can stand alongside him.
Although he never admitted it, in the long and in-depth exchange of ideas, this sister from the land of red sand did benefit him a lot.
Different from her merely mortal sister, and different from those eccentric Primarch brothers.
Perturabo saw the light in her and his father's expectations for her.
The Lord of Iron's resolute heart does not long for understanding, and the only existence he is loyal to and admires is the Lord of Humanity.
During the long and arduous Great Crusade, the Iron Warriors always rushed forward as war hammers and spearheads, sweeping away all the difficulties in the Great Crusade.
Casualties were inevitable, but for the Fourth Army, casualties were commonplace.
Since participating in this war to launch an expedition to the stars decades ago, until now, Perturabo has never given birth to anyone who questions the will of the Lord of Mankind.
Just because Perturabo received the heavy burden given to him by the Lord of Mankind, the steadfast responsibility called [Iron Lord].
He knew that everything done by such a majestic being had corresponding meaning.
Therefore, even though Perturabo and Elaine did not understand each other at first, he never questioned the astrological message.
Now, the Lord of Iron sees the potential of the Daughter of the Red Sand.
Normally, any brother Primarch would learn from the Wolf God, and so did Perturabo.
He knew Horus, and he knew that a perfect general like Horus could serve as a professor.
However, the father entrusted a young sister with a bright future to his guidance, and the significance of this is naturally self-evident.
He stared at the majestic fleet that was slowly sailing into the deep purple waves of subspace.
In the constantly twisting and twisting shadows, the Lord of Iron vaguely recalled the scarlet eye he had seen in the star space when he was a child.
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