Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Everyone, wait for news of my victory," Perturabo said.

Chapter 296 Perturabo's Determination and Kahn's Preparation

"Perturabo, just now, you took on a thankless job." After returning to the Iron Blood, the Lord of Radiance dismissed everyone and said to Perturabo.

"My brothers and I know that this is a thankless task. We attack our own brother and deprive him of his command of the legion, and Angron's mistakes cannot be erased. If we do this, it means that there will be an insurmountable scar between Angron and me." Perturabo said, raising his hand and stroking the power gauntlet given to him by Vulkan.

"Then why do you still do it?" asked the Lord of Glory.

"Because, after learning about Angron's actions, I suddenly realized that his actions are somewhat similar to some aspects of mine. Both he and I can be said to be cruel people. He is irrational and cruel with a tendency to destroy. And I am cold, twisted, and cruel, controlled by suspicion, anger, and arrogance." After saying this, Perturabo looked at the Lord of Radiance.

"I know this isn't good. I used to believe that being ruthless and harsh was the only way for a person to succeed. I also demanded the same of my offspring. Those who were qualified were promoted, while those who were unqualified were eliminated. I demanded that I become an omnipotent machine, and I treated my offspring as consumables."

"But later, facts told me that I was wrong. You are a machine, and your subordinates are also very powerful. You even back up data for your subordinates and upload their consciousness. You know? There was a time when I envied you very much, because you are basically the model I want to achieve." Perturabo said with emotion.

"But later, I discovered its imperfections," Perturabo said with a hint of regret. "While you and your subordinates are powerful, you lack creativity. Reality is full of factors that influence everything, and even precise calculations are often insufficient. We need creative minds to join us. This requires hundreds of thousands, perhaps even millions, of talented individuals to generate and realize these ideas."

"You're quite good at recognizing this," the Lord of Radiance nodded. Is the Lord of Radiance powerful? He is, of course, powerful, but his strength is built on a wealth of past experience. His database contains a vast amount of knowledge, history, and experience. Whenever something arises, he can filter through it and formulate a plan. However, there's no doubt that the Lord of Radiance hasn't reached the limit of technology. After all, the Lord of Radiance possesses only a fraction of the technology and heritage of humanity's Golden Age, let alone compared to the Necrontyr, a being so deeply versed in both science and metaphysics.

The problem with the Lord of Radiance is that, while he's powerful, further advancement is incredibly difficult. Technically, he can't find a way forward, or perhaps it's impossible to achieve. While Perturabo and his "technical team" may be weak right now, they're constantly improving, with countless people dedicated to R&D and innovation. This creates possibilities for the future. The Lord of Radiance helps Perturabo for a greater future, not the present.

"Also, although Dorne's abilities are limited, his relationship with his descendants is truly enviable. He loves them, and they love him back. Previously, I thought Dorne was a bit weak in some ways, but looking at the results, it seems I wasn't wrong. And Vulkan is a benevolent monarch, a father, and an exceptional forger. His kindness and superb skills have earned him the respect of countless people. They taught me a lesson: sometimes, encouragement and rewards can inspire a person's potential more than reprimands and punishments."

"Of course, I still can't let my descendants relax. I can give them encouragement and rewards, but they must at least do well enough." Perturabo said.

"The fundamental reason why I decided to solve this matter myself is that I want to make a break with my past self. I will personally punish a brother who is similar to me in some aspects, and bury that past self at the same time. I need to use thundering means to solve all these troubles. This is my purpose." Perturabo said sincerely.

"Welcome to your new life, my friend." The Lord of Radiance stepped forward and gave Perturabo a hug. At that moment, the Emperor and the Traveler, who resided in the higher dimensions, witnessed all this. They breathed a sigh of relief, smiles of relief on their faces, for at this moment, Perturabo had completed his Nirvana and rebirth, completely escaping the abyss of Chaos.

"Well then, it's time to get down to business. Go talk to Lord Cypher of the Dark Angels and the commander of the Imperial Fist to arrange the mission. I'll take care of the Salamanders," Perturabo ordered.

As Perturabo's punitive fleet prepared to depart, a sense of unease spread throughout the Warhound Legion. Angron might not have known the impact of his actions, but some of the legion's commanders had already realized the seriousness of the matter.

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"Kahn, what are you doing here? Why don't you stay with the Primarch? You are the only one in the legion who can calm him down and be reasonable." The recruit mentor Gruner said with some surprise as he saw Kahn with a gloomy face coming into his room.

"Teacher, our Primarch just did something extremely excessive." Kahn's words revealed a strong sense of anxiety, which made Gruner's heart tighten. After all, it was definitely very bad that Kahn could say something extremely excessive now, because, with the return of their Primarch, the Father of Genes, Angron, who had the Butcher's Nail driven into his head, he had seen too many bad things, whether it was the indiscriminate killing of innocent people or the slaughter of his own offspring for no reason, these were no longer "a big deal."

"Our father killed a messenger from Terra, and this messenger conveyed not the orders of the Terra bureaucrats, but the orders of the Emperor. He chopped off the Emperor's messenger." Kahn said with a distorted face, not knowing whether he was angry or anxious. At this moment, the butcher's nails on his head made a clicking sound, deeply stimulating his brain, as if to make him even more angry. However, Kahn used his amazing willpower to control his emotions.

"Damn it! How could he do this? We are the Emperor's warriors, and he killed the Emperor's emissary! This is tantamount to betrayal!" Gruner said in horror. "Doesn't our Primarch realize how terrible what he did is?"

"He doesn't care. He doesn't care about the consequences of this incident. Or he doesn't care about what impact this incident will have on the legion. He just thinks he killed a noisy coward, a messenger of a tyrant." Kahn shook his head and said.

"Kahn, this is a very serious matter. If it were a Terran emissary, it might not be a big deal. But if it were the Emperor's emissary, I can tell you that no one in the galaxy can defy the Emperor's will. Not even his own children," Gruner said. "By the way, why did our father attack the Emperor's emissary?" Compared to killing the Emperor's emissary, the emissary's presence here was less important.

"The Emperor's messenger asked us to stop the senseless slaughter and forbade our father to strike the Butcher's Nail. But our father refused and responded with a sharp blade." Kahn said with a sigh.

"Haha, if this messenger had arrived sooner, we could have avoided many tragedies. But now, some people can't go back," Gruner said with a wry smile. In fact, many in the Legion still refuse to be nailed with the Butcher's Nails. Others volunteer, like Kahn. He accepted the nails because he wanted to endure the same pain as his father, to better understand him and be closer to him. However, the reality was cruel: his father would not be drawn to them because of his own sacrifice! What a ridiculous story!

(Note: In the background, many World Eaters officers and soldiers did fight to prevent the nail from being hammered in, but they all failed, after all, there was no help from the Emperor. And Khârn did say something similar to the above.)

"The key is what we should do now! The Emperor's judgment may come at any time!" Kahn said a little irritably.

"It is impossible for our Primarch to apologize. And the Inquisitor will definitely take our Primarch away. So, Kahn, tell me, are you willing to let your father continue to stay in the Legion, or keep this Legion?" Gruner asked.

"We cannot let the Inquisitors take our father like this. We follow them, taking him as our goal and role model, practicing the warrior's way..." Khârn stopped mid-sentence, realizing that making such a choice would undoubtedly put the entire Legion in extreme danger. Many within the Legion, perhaps even the majority, were unwilling to defy the Emperor and be driven into submission. Only those like Khârn, already driven into submission, had no turning back. After all, if the Emperor demanded that future World Eaters not be driven into submission, then Khârn and his brothers would undoubtedly become outliers, defective products disfavored by the Emperor. They were loyal to their Primarch, yet the Emperor considered them traitors.

"Can't we atone for our sins? Participate in the bloodiest and cruelest war in exchange for the Primarch to remain in the Legion, even if in the future, we don't use the Butcher's Nail on others." Kahn asked.

"The Emperor never compromises. The first batch of veterans, those who have followed the Emperor in his battles, all know that the Emperor only gives two conditions: one is surrender, and the other is destruction. Surrender and give up our Primarch. And if we want to bargain or refuse to hand over the Primarch, we can only face destruction." Gruner said.

"We can't succumb to fate. I want to give it a try," Kahn said. "If we concentrate our fleets and deploy them here, making the Punishment Fleet realize our strength, then we can still negotiate. We definitely can." Kahn said to Gruner, as if trying to convince himself again.

"I will go find the Primarch now and issue an order for all fleets to assemble here," Kahn said. Two hours later, Kahn arrived at Angron's room. At this time, Angron seemed to be in good condition.

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"Father, your actions have led to serious consequences. Your father will not easily forgive you," Kahn said to Angron. "And you need to make a decision now!"

"Are you afraid, Kharn? Are you afraid of that tyrant?" Angron asked, looking at his son. "I don't care about life or death. From the beginning of my uprising to the time my brothers were slaughtered by the tyrant's minions, I should have followed them. It was the Emperor, a man I had never met, who pulled me from the honor of dying in battle. He used me as a tool, a tool to conquer the galaxy. And you are the same, tools of the tool! And what have I done? I have merely modified the tool to suit my own ideas, making it sharper and faster to slaughter the enemy."

"Father, we follow you." Kahn could not yet say that the Emperor was a tyrant, but he still made his position clear and followed Angron.

"You really didn't disappoint me. You are much stronger than those cowards. You are my true descendant. So make preparations now. I am eager to see who the tyrant will send to punish me. Although you are cowardly, as long as you are willing to stand behind me, we can still withstand any challenge." Angron said.

"Gather those descendants who are willing to follow me and come to the planet where the Conqueror is. We are waiting for the arrival of one of my brothers. I will defeat him. Perhaps in the future, I will even challenge the Emperor." Angron's idea was simple and crude. He did not understand the Emperor's punishment, nor did he care. He only believed that the sharp blade in his hand could solve all problems.

"Yes, Father, I will do it." Khârn nodded. However, he was still very uneasy. Although he was willing to follow his father, he still had concerns about taking action against his former brother Legion. He also realized that many in his Legion were unwilling to follow Angron. If they also returned, when the Emperor's punishment came, then turning against them before the battle would be inevitable.

(Fighting within the World Eaters was frequent. Think Librarians joined forces to suppress the mad Angron, while some rebelled to avoid being struck by the Butcher's Nails. There were also various bloody competitions, and so on.)

"Explain the origins of this incident to our brothers, and allow those who wish to return. However, several fleets must be brought back. If they are unwilling, I will enforce the Primarch's will." Kahn stated this to the other high-ranking officers of the Legion in a subsequent meeting. Kahn's intentions were clear: to prevent those with doubts from returning, while at the same time, to concentrate as many combat-capable fleets as possible.

Chapter 297 Lord of Glory: What did I just hit?

"Endred Hall. By order of the Primarch, you must lead your fleet to rendezvous with the Conqueror immediately. Command of the fleet will now be transferred to me." Kahn led his men to Endred Hall's flagship. He looked at the giant, who towered over the average Space Marine. He couldn't help but clench his chainsaw axe. This fellow was notoriously hot-tempered within the Legion, and he seemed different from his fellow brethren.

"Kahn, I heard something very shocking. I want to confirm it with you. Can you answer me?" Endred Hal looked at Kahn in front of him and said with a serious expression.

"Follow the Primarch's orders, Hal. I do not wish to repeat myself." Kahn tightened his grip on the chainsaw axe, while the men behind him also tightened their grip on their weapons.

"This is very important! Because it involves whether the Primarch's orders are still legitimate, and whether the ones standing before us are brothers or rebels!" Hal did not wait for Kahn to explain and continued: "I heard that our Primarch killed an emissary of the Emperor."

"He is only a messenger from Terra, not from the Emperor," Kahn explained.

"However, the Primarch of the Fourth Legion and the accompanying Guards have already sent a communication. They believe that this is the Emperor's messenger. We don't care about Terra, but we are loyal to the Emperor." As Hal spoke, he slowly retreated. This was not fear, but preparation for battle. At this time, his men also made hostile moves.

"For the sake of our comrades, I hope you can lay down your weapons. The Lord of Steel has issued an order. Those who were unaware and did not participate will be forgiven. Angron has been stripped of his command of the Legion." Hal said.

"Traitor! Betrayer of my father!" Kahn waved his hand, and his Terminators launched an attack on Hal. A chaotic battle erupted aboard Hal's flagship. Unbeknownst to Kahn and Hal, the Radiant Lord had already arrived in the system with his fleet. Perturabo's plan was to hold Angron hostage with the main force of his Legion, while the Radiant Lord would gather the surrounding Warhound fleets.

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"I'll give you one chance. Surrender and swear allegiance to the Primarch." Kahn panted as he looked at the severely injured Hal. He was surprised by the man's strength, and his massive size didn't seem to affect his agility. Although Kahn eventually defeated him, it wasn't easy.

He couldn't just kill Hal with a single blow. This fleet belonged to Hal, and most of them had grievances against the Primarch. He had only brought a small fleet with him, and if the conflict escalated, Khârn would be stuck. He and his men would be doomed. Therefore, the best approach was to force him to surrender.

"I will never submit to a beast, a slave! I am a warrior of the Emperor, from the very beginning, and always will be!" Endred Hal said, spitting blood from his mouth. (The man in the background is a Black Shield, rumored to have body modification technology related to the Thunder Warrior. He is exceptionally tall and agile, with a bad temper, but loyal to the Emperor.)

Just when Kahn was about to use his fists to "persuade" the other party again, the fleet of the Lord of Radiance emerged from the warp. At the same time, the Lord of Radiance had issued an ultimatum to the fleet: be loyal to the Emperor, or choose death!

"Damn it! They are coming too fast! Get ready for battle! Raise the shields!" Kahn said to his men. At this time, they had controlled most areas of the battleship, but not the engine area.

However, what Kahn did not expect was that before he raised his shield, a series of teleportation flashes had already appeared in the bridge.

"Prepare to attack!" As a battle-hardened company commander, Kahn immediately realized that the other side had launched a teleportation operation. His Terminators were also well-trained, and they aimed all kinds of weapons in their hands at the teleportation flash.

"Fire!" As the figures gradually became clearer and the boarding party from the Fourth Legion appeared on the bridge, Kahn's plasma and explosive bombs enveloped their targets like a storm. The dense rain of bullets was enough to tear a dreadnought apart in an instant.

"How rude of a local gang! They're using plasma and molten metal to greet a distant envoy!" a slightly teasing voice echoed from the battleship. Then, the Lord of Radiance and his Extinction Relic appeared before the War Dogs. Various firepower struck their shields, creating a dazzling display like fireworks, but that was all.

"Kill everyone who refuses to lay down their weapons!" the Lord of Radiance commanded. Then, led by four Extinction Relics, a swarm of Iron Ring robots rushed in. Amidst the blasts and beams of fire, Kahn's Terminators fell to the ground like mowed weeds. Some were lucky enough to still have some of their bodies, while others, less fortunate, were reduced to a charred heap of flesh. This wasn't a fight; it was a joke: Terminators versus Extinction Relics. The ferocity of the battle was beyond Kahn's expectations. He hadn't imagined his men would be so "weak." With almost no chance of fighting back, the smell of blood on the bridge and the screams of his companions infuriated him. A surge of power surged through him, and he raised his battle axe, unleashing a deafening howl, and charged at the Lord of Radiance.

"Huh?!" The Lord of Radiance frowned slightly when he saw this guy moving at a speed that was not at all like an Astartes, because behind Kahn, he faintly saw clusters of red aura. That was the power of the subspace, the blessing of the evil god!

"A stench from the evil god!" The Lord of Radiance's eyes grew fierce. He strode forward, his left fist meeting Kahn's chainsaw axe. With the collision of the two immense forces, the chainsaw axe's gears shattered into pieces upon contact with the decomposition field in the Lord of Radiance's fist. In this collision, the Lord of Radiance was clearly more powerful, and the immense force sent Kahn flying backwards. However, this was not the end. The Lord of Radiance raised his right fist, surrounded by the field, and smashed it fiercely into Kahn's power armor, completely shattering half of the armor. However, the fist that penetrated his flesh was stopped by some inexplicable force! Then, the immense force still sent Kahn flying, pinning him to the wall.

At this time, the Lord of Glory, who already had a soul and was blessed by the traveler, vaguely felt a shocking roar coming from the subspace, and a bloody smell was rushing here.

"Khorne!" The Lord of Radiance's expression darkened.

"It's not time to finish him off yet. Let's let him go for now." A voice echoed within the Lord of Radiance's mind. In the Warp, a golden, icy divine light rose, blocking the approaching blood tide. The two immense forces collided, and after a moment, the blood tide receded. In a nearly unknown higher dimension, the Gods of Order and Chaos engaged in a contest. Khorne temporarily tolerated the Emperor's deprivation of Angron's control over the Legion and his imprisonment. And Khârn, a mere bargaining chip in this transaction, saved his life for once.

The Emperor could have directly summoned Prospero, so why didn't he deal with Angron directly? The reason is simple: Tzeentch rarely intervenes personally, and his situation is precarious. Besides the Gods of Order, Nurgle and Slaanesh also covet his power. So, the Emperor would have come, but Khorne is different; this guy would personally intervene. The Emperor's goal is to imprison Angron and deprive him of his control over the War Hounds, rather than prematurely engaging Khorne in a divine war. At this point, the Traveler has yet to deal with the Overmind of Randan, and fighting on two fronts is undesirable.

"Are you their leader?" The Lord of Radiance walked over and pulled Kahn, who was embedded in the wall, down. "I heard that you are planning to call yourselves the World Eaters?"

"No, I just don't understand. With your level, your forehand is weak and your backhand is not good, what can you do? You call yourself the World Eater? The original war dog wasn't so weak, right? How come it became so lame after the Primarch came back?" The Lord of Radiance was talking nonsense while looking at Kahn's subordinates who were stunned by the previous attack.

"I give you two choices. The first is death in battle. The second is surrender of your men and fleet." The Lord of Radiance crouched before Kahn, his face joking. Honestly, even the Chosen have their limits, like during the Battle of Terra, when Kahn was sent flying by Dorn's slap, then nearly beaten to death by the Black Knight. Old K had blessed Kahn, but that only protected him from a single blow from the Lord of Radiance.

"Forgot, that blow just now also destroyed your vocal cords." The Lord of Radiance shook his head helplessly. Then the Lord of Radiance pulled off Kahn's helmet and spoke into the intercom. "I am the Emperor's messenger, the executor of punishment. I hold your commander's helmet and command you to submit immediately, otherwise you will be destroyed!"

Meanwhile, in the void, the Iron Warriors fleet, which held the upper hand, had already completed its encirclement of Kharn's fleet. Hal's fleet had originally been loyal to the Emperor, so facing the near certain defeat, Kharn's men yielded. They chose to surrender.

"Pack up and prepare for the next one," the Lord of Radiance commanded, seeing the situation settled. He then beckoned Hal over. Imperial Fist's Camba Diaz handled various chores, while in a corner of the bridge, the Lord of Radiance summoned the loyal Warhound commander, while Lord Cypher stood by.

"My lord, most of the war dogs are still loyal to the Emperor. Angron's actions are just his personal actions. If possible, I hope I can convince them." Hal said a little nervously.

"The blame for Angron's crimes will not fall on innocent people. The Emperor sent us here because he believed that Angron was not suitable to command such a brave and warlike Legion with a glorious history. His existence tarnished the glory of the Legion. He will be taken back for admonition, and the Legion will temporarily be under the command of other Primarchs. To show his trust in you, innocent people can choose to serve in a nearby Legion." said the Lord of Radiance.

"Can we choose which legion we serve?" Hal asked excitedly. Although the Warhounds would be split up, the Emperor had given these loyalists a favor, allowing them to choose to serve in one of the Primarch's legions. Of course, those who participated in rebellion or resisted punishment would not be treated so well. They would be executed directly or inducted into the Criminal Barracks.

"Alright, I will arrange for the Custodians and some of my entourage to accompany you to recruit those who are unaware, and then proceed to the designated assembly point. You do not need to confront your Primarch; Perturabo will take care of everything," the Radiant Lord said. The bond between Primarch and his descendants is rather elusive. Some are loyal to the Emperor and unwilling to accept Angron's orders, but that does not mean they are willing to directly oppose Angron. The Radiant Lord also did not want to cause any further complications. After all, Perturabo's fleet was powerful enough that even if a conflict arose, Angron's destruction would be a breeze. His goal was to save the majority and minimize bloodshed and escalation of conflict.

"Thank you for the Emperor's tolerance and your understanding." Hal said gratefully.

"Everyone is busy now, so you should go and do your thing." said the Lord of Glory.

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"Your Excellency truly has the power of thunder and the heart of kindness." Lord Sefer said to the Lord of Radiance.

"It's just that I have more experience." The Lord of Glory sighed and said.

"With Hal's help, we can gather the War Dog Legion and the fleet more quickly, and we will solve the problem one day ahead of schedule." Lord Cypher said.

"I know. I now understand what you want to ask me. Are you asking me if I want to work with the Primarch to deal with Angron?" said the Lord of Radiance.

"Yes, the Lion King approves of your plan, but I'm not entirely optimistic about your proposal to have Lord Perturabo and Angron conclude the matter in a duel. This is no disrespect to the Lord of Steel, but rather a duel between hammer and armor, not ranged firepower," Lord Cypher said. In reality, while the Lion King often personally engaged in frontline battles, such one-on-one duels were rare. Most of the time, the Lion King was cautious, always bringing along his comrades for missions. (Of course, the Lion King's first battle with Curze was due to carelessness; he didn't dodge...) To Lord Cypher, the idea of ​​a single duel deciding the outcome seemed a bit ridiculous.

"First, this is Perturabo's decision, but he asked me to say it at the meeting. Second, Perturabo can win this battle. Third, this is the method with the lowest cost." The Lord of Radiance said with great determination.

"Then let us wait and see." Lord Sefer did not insist on his opinion. Today, the Lord of Steel was in charge, so naturally he would make the decision.

Chapter 298 Perturabo: Angron, you will always be a slave

"Angron, my brother, you know why I have come." Perturabo's deep voice echoed through both fleets on the fleet's public frequency band.

"Haha, I naturally know why you are here. You follow the orders of that monarch who is called our father but is actually a tyrant, to punish me. And the reason you punish me is so ridiculous. You say that my hands are stained with the blood of others, but you don't know that in the entire galaxy, the tyrant has the most blood on his hands. Perturabo, there is no difference between you and me. We use fear and massacre to make others surrender. We do the same thing, but the tyrant asked you to punish me." Angron also turned on the broadcast on the public frequency band.

"Do you want to debate with me?" Perturabo said with a smile.

"Haha, I guess so. It's just a chat with my brother whom I have never met. Of course, as a fighter and a hunter, I would rather debate with you with the battle axe in my hand if you don't want to leave." Angron's arrogant voice sounded again.

"You want to talk to me, you also want to have a competition with me, I can tell you that all your ideas can be realized today. Since we both bring our own legions, can we let our descendants listen to our speeches and evaluate who makes more sense?" Perturabo issued a challenge.

"Haha, why not? I'll order my entire fleet to activate their communications. Every word you say will reach their ears. I'll expose your hypocrisy before everyone!" Angron laughed. "Lotara Salin. Follow my orders!" (Lotara Salin was the female captain of the battleship Conqueror. She enjoyed Angron's trust and had joined the rebels.)

"Very well, then, let us begin." Perturabo said with a smile. "You said our father was a tyrant."

"Yes, a complete tyrant. The blood on our hands is incomparable to his!" Angron responded.

"First of all, you have to distinguish between a tyrant and the use of violence. We can use violence to prevent a tragedy. This is justice, isn't it? Just like you, who once led your brothers to resist the slave owners on your home planet. Do you think your actions are atrocities?" Perturabo asked.

"Of course not! We fought for our freedom. Those hateful vampires took advantage of our lives and souls. They abused us physically and mentally. We resisted them for survival and freedom. We are righteous." Angron said firmly.

"I agree with the motives of your uprising. Your uprising lasted for 31 hours. But unfortunately, you did not succeed, and in the end, it was the Emperor himself who cleaned out the dregs on Nukaia. He completed your unfinished work and helped your brothers to avenge their sins. So, as a rebel, even if you are not the Emperor's son, even based on the most basic morality, should you express your gratitude? Is your so-called just behavior not distinguishing between good and evil? What did the Emperor do wrong? That you are so disrespectful to our father!" Perturabo said loudly.

"I don't need his salvation! All my brothers died in that uprising, all of them! And I should have followed them to die! This is my destiny, not to be brought into a legion by him and command these people to build a great empire for him! He treated us as tools! He is no different from those slave owners! It's just that the slave owners use us for fun, while he uses my power!" Angron retorted loudly.

"Haha, a coward! If you are willing to follow your brother, you can give up the command of the legion at any time. Our father is busy with other things, and the entire legion is handed over to you. This is a trust in you. He originally thought that you could embark on a new path, but now you are indulging in the sorrow of the past, and using all this as a shield for your wanton behavior! Now, your father can let you off the hook, and he can stop using your power, so now, are you willing to give up your command of the army?" Perturabo's words were full of sarcasm.

"Officers and soldiers of the War Dog Legion, as well as mortal auxiliaries, think of your home worlds. Think of what you experienced before the arrival of the Imperial army. The technological oligarchs and the threats from the xenos made your lives precarious. Think of the xenos that tried to destroy humanity in the galaxy. The Emperor arrived here with his fleet, cleared the xenos, and allowed you to join the expedition of human revival. In this vast and epic expedition, everyone is making their own contribution. You do this, we do this, and the Emperor does this too."

"Some people selfishly think that the Emperor has taken advantage of your power. Haha, but now, when the Emperor decides to take back the army given to someone, he refuses to give up. This is so hypocritical. As your brother, I am ashamed of your hypocrisy and sophistry!" Perturabo's voice echoed in the War Dog Legion, and many people began to whisper.

The Imperium certainly had many problems, and some planets even faced a greater burden after returning to the Imperium. But for the vast majority of human worlds, the Emperor's Great Crusade allowed these precarious beings to at least live in relative safety. It brought humanity together again from the xenos threat. The Great Crusade was indeed brutal, but there's no doubt that for everyone, from the Primarchs down to the common mortals, things generally improved.

"We should be the saviors of the world, not the destroyers of the world. Killing is a tool, not a goal." Centurion Korag recalled the glorious years. At that time, they were a legion full of martial virtues, but now, they are a group of outright butchers, born for killing.

Many War Dogs had already expressed dissatisfaction with Angron's actions, and when Perturabo launched his verbal assault, his words proved more deadly than the fleet's lances and macrocannons. After all, the War Dogs weren't madmen with nails hammered into their heads. Their reason and honor hadn't been completely tormented by endless suffering, and they could still distinguish right from wrong.

"Perturabo, your words are as sinister and vicious as a serpent's venom. You have corrupted my children. They took the Butcher's Nails willingly. They were willing to endure the pain I once endured, to be close to me. They were willing to grow stronger under my leadership."

"You don't understand the Emperor. You've been deceived by his lies. Humanity's revival? No, he simply wants to build an empire centered around himself. In truth, he doesn't mind if I resort to massacres to capture planets. I even believe he deliberately condones this. After all, among all the Legions, there are always a few used for intimidation missions. During the expeditions, many planets were destroyed without a trace. Perturabo, you've done this kind of thing many times, haven't you?"

"It is clear that I, the so-called unwelcome heir, am tasked with intimidation, using blood and slaughter to warn those who would rebel. He is only concerned with the expansion of his territory, and I am a useful tool. And you are here today because I killed a mortal, a mortal who served as his herald, and he felt his authority was challenged. That is why you are here, not because of my brutality," Angron argued vigorously. Clearly, he also realized that Perturabo's words were disintegrating his army!

"That messenger came here to stop you from slaughtering innocents and harming your own children. And now you claim that your slaughter was sanctioned by the Emperor? Angron, are you afraid to tell the truth even to your children and your subordinates? You are a self-destructive person. From the moment you were struck with the Butcher's Nails, you were a slave. You inflict your own pain on innocents, and you inflict the same harm you once suffered a thousand times over on others. Your mind is twisted. And the mistakes you have made must be corrected."

"You will be taken into the Emperor's custody and removed from the Glorious Great Crusade. The cancer within your Legion will be purged, your influence eradicated. The Emperor believes the War Hounds remain the martial virtue they once were. Officers and men of the War Hounds, loyal sons, make your choice." Perturabo sensed the time was ripe. On one hand, the War Hounds fleet was wavering, while on the other, the Lord of Radiance had arrived with his fleet. The final blow to Angron's punishment had been inflicted!

"Sir, we must respond. We cannot allow the other party's remarks to spread." Captain Rotara Salin of the Conqueror said loudly.

"The outcome is already determined." Angron looked at the new fleet that emerged from the Mandeville Point galaxy with a little frustration. The fleet of the Lord of Radiance had arrived and joined Perturabo's encirclement fleet. The size of this fleet was far greater than the War Dog Fleet in Angron's hands.

"Do you agree with what my brother said?" Angron looked at the officers and soldiers of the War Dog Legion on the bridge.