Chapter 159: Death of Perturabo
The Slaanesh demon army poured into Tallarn, which was beyond the expectations of the Tallarn people and Perturabo, causing huge casualties to Tallarn.

Many fortresses that had previously withstood the fierce attacks of the orcs fell under the demons’ surprise attacks. All the soldiers and civilians who did not die directly in the battle were used by the Slaanesh demons to perform blasphemous and cruel rituals in order to expand Slaanesh’s influence here and to invest more manpower.

However, just when these demons were having a great time, the dark demon eye suddenly closed after a violent tremor, and the demons lost their reinforcements.
The Slaanesh demon army that captured the fortress soon felt the enthusiasm of the greenskins.

As for these walking mushrooms, I don’t care about you this or that, I will just beat them all the same.

Now Tallarn has become a completely chaotic battlefield, with Chaos Demons, Green Orcs and Humans fighting frantically on this land.

But for the injured Orc Emperor, the giant human who hit his head attracted all his attention. After his head was smashed open, the Orc Emperor Ulak felt that he saw two orcs who were as tall as the sky, the biggest, greenest, and waaaghest.

Ulak was then beaten by the two orcs and stuffed back into his body, after which he regained consciousness.

Ulak ignored the newly emerged demon and returned to the battlefield after replacing his own adamantium skull.

This time the war was so brutal, whether on the ground or in the air, that even the Iron Warriors’ flagship, the Iron, was shot down by the Orks. The captain adjusted his landing point at the last moment and crashed into the Orks’ battle moon.

The last bit of power of the ship was successfully used to severely damage the orc battle moon and push it out of the planet’s orbit.

On the ground, the greenskins, who had gained air superiority by relying on their numerical advantage, dispatched more troops and more war machines. Led by the Orc Emperor, they launched attack after attack on Sapphire City.

In the end, the entire city was completely wiped off the map, and the Iron Warriors and the survivors continued to fight against the greenskins’ attacks in pre-prepared underground shelters.

In the underground bunker, Perturabo paced back and forth anxiously.

This time, Perturabo appeared even taller, and his original fine power armor had been transformed by him into a dreadnought-like device to sustain his life and ensure that he could unleash his maximum combat power before his death.

There are only a few veterans left following Perturabo, and most of the people around him now are the Iron Warriors’ quick-trained soldiers. Faced with orc attacks that are even more brutal than before, this battle seems destined to be a futile effort.

Now that Sapphire City has been virtually destroyed, there is nothing of value here anymore. From an efficiency perspective, we should first consider retreating and moving to other fortresses for resistance.

Yes, there is nothing to hesitate about. There are only a few Talan civilians left in the city now, and these people have long been prepared to die in battle. It is time to abandon them.

Haha, this can’t even be called abandonment, it’s just choosing a more efficient way.

“Dantioch, what do you think? Should we defend stubbornly or choose some more flexible strategies?”

Dantioch was a legendary war blacksmith of the Iron Warriors and one of the few surviving officers of the Iron Warriors. He felt a little uncomfortable that the always autocratic Primarch would seek his advice with a guilty conscience and a hint of expectation.

“Father, we are the Iron Warriors.”

Dantioch simply stated this to Perturabo, who was silent for a moment before nodding.

“Pass the message. Running away is not our style. Our army is made of iron. No matter who our opponent is, we will crush them head-on.”

“As it should be.”

Just as Dantioch was about to pass on the message, the orc emperor had already led his army to attack and directly blocked the Iron Warriors’ retreat.

Now Urak has a new adamantium skull, and the gravity cannon in his left hand has been repaired, making it even uglier.

In addition to the endless green-skinned army around him, there were also forty orcs taller than the primarch. Perturabo remembered that at least half of them seemed to have been wiped out last time, and the remaining orcs should be new recruits.

“Big Can, I thought you couldn’t get away.”

Ulak grinned and spoke fiercely yet cheerfully.

Perturabo looked at the orc who was taller than the Dreadnought, raised his warhammer and said loudly:
“Come here, Perturabo is here, Taran has become the anvil, by which I will be crushed to pieces.”

“Waaagh!!!”

The Orc Emperor Urak and his men responded with loud roars. At first, he just regarded Perturabo as an interesting big can, but after this period of fierce fighting, he has determined that Perturabo is a good opponent.

The remaining Iron Warriors and mortal armies also roared at the orc army at the highest level.

Then the battle began, and Perturabo rushed forward and started a brutal fight with the orcs.

However, no matter how bravely the Iron Warriors fought, or how tenaciously humans resisted, the actual gap in combat power was still there, and victory was gradually slipping towards the Greenskins.

It was at this time that a group of Space Marines that had been active in legends recently suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

Yes, they appeared suddenly without any warning, as if they had always been there and everyone just noticed them now.

These unique Space Marines are just like the ones in recent legends. They don’t have any legion logos on their bodies. With blazing flames burning, they silently harvest all the greenskin debris around them.

Perturabo had seen the information about this army, which was top-secret information from the Emperor himself. This was a group of heroes called the Cursed Legion, whose members were all martyrs who had sacrificed their lives for the great cause of humanity. At the head of this team was an exceptionally tall headless warrior, whose skills were superb and efficient to the extreme. With even the smallest of his movements, he could harvest large swathes of green-skinned orcs.

Perturabo always felt that this headless warrior was particularly familiar, but in his impression, no one among the warriors who died in the human empire could match him.

Soon, the Legion of the Damned, led by the headless warrior, rushed to Perturabo’s location and fought side by side with the Iron Warriors to deal with the Orc Emperor.

But the power of the Orc Emperor was still too strong. Even with the addition of the Cursed Legion, humans were unable to subdue him.

No, today’s Orc Emperor is more powerful than before, much more powerful, and is getting bigger, stronger, and more Waaagh with each clash of weapons!

Perturabo’s body was already on the verge of its limit, and was only supported by mechanical modifications. In the non-stop battle, his body made of real steel was unable to adapt to the iron will of the Primarch, and was the first to be damaged by fatigue.

In a battle between such top-level warriors, a small mistake could be fatal. Perturabo’s reaction was one tenth of a microsecond slower, so he died.

The head, which always had a sour face and seemed never happy, was torn off by the huge brute force claws.

Perturabo’s extraordinary brain was still capable of complete thinking at this moment, and he suddenly understood a lot of things.

The familiar-looking headless warrior is actually Ferrus, his brother.

Ferrus is not dead, but there is no concept of time in the Warp, so it is reasonable for Ferrus’s spirit to appear now.

No, that was the heroic spirit of Ferrus, but he was becoming someone else.

Perturabo gradually understood everything.

In this timeline, Ferrus will not die, and someone will replace the Primarch of the Iron Hands.
And that person is him

Perturabo understood.

Perturabo heard the sound of his body falling to the ground with his remaining head, saw from the corner of his eye the Iron Warriors desperately rushing over to snatch his head, and smelled the bloody scent of the Orc Emperor’s brute claws.

Yeah, he’s dying.

The brute force claws closed instantly

Perturabo closed his eyes.

Emperor Demon Lord
Commander of the Human Spirits

Primarch of the Bound Legion

Open your eyes that burn with eternal flames
He saw the headless body of Perturabo

He sees all the sacrifices that humans have made, and are making, to survive.

He saw how the hope of the original world died, and how mankind had been lingering in endless suffering for ten thousand years.
Now, new hope emerges

He felt the Emperor’s wrath

He saw the sorrow of the Lord of mankind

He also heard the Black King’s heartbeat
The Emperor

Father

It turns out that man fights against evil beyond ordinary people’s comprehension every day, and I actually expected him to be as compassionate as a mortal?

Time seemed to have stood still for forty thousand years, yet it seemed as if only a tiny moment had passed.

The Lord of the Cursed Legion took up his hammer and smashed it hard at the Orc Emperor Urak.

On the other side, the White Scars fleet guided by the Emperor finally arrived over Taran, and Chagatai Khan launched a full-scale attack on the green-skinned orcs without hesitation.

In the end, the orcs were unable to withstand the powerful reinforcements from the Empire and retreated. The Orc Emperor Ulak was wounded and fled, and the remaining Slaanesh demons were wiped out.

However, the entire Tallarn ecosystem has been completely destroyed, and not a single Tallarn person remains. The Iron Warriors have in fact been almost wiped out.

When Chagatai Khan found Perturabo, he saw only the headless corpse.

Standing next to him was a soldier of the Cursed Legion, as tall as the Primarch, his body bathed in flames. He searched the surroundings carefully several times until he finally pulled out a fainted little boy from the ruins and then disappeared.

(End of this chapter)