hotmtlnovel Chapter 98: Is the battle over...?
Chapter 98: Is the battle over...?
Chapter 99: Is the battle over...?
In the center of the Skyrise's reception hall, which had been reduced to ruins after being bombarded, Peturabo walked step by step into the metal wreckage scattered on the ground.
You can see that the hammer demons used to trap Guilliman were also pulverized by the bombardment of the forge demons, scattered into various twisted and deformed metal parts, small soul furnaces that are still sparking, and charred human limbs can be seen in some cables.
But Perturabo seemed completely unconcerned about any of this; the demon engines were merely insignificant consumables in his eyes. He walked toward the center of the explosion and quickly found his target.
That was the Lord of Altramor, whose remains were horribly ravaged by the flames.
As you can see, Guilliman's power armor is still burning fiercely in the high temperature and flames. Part of his arm wearing the Hand of Domination has been blown off to an unknown location, and only the charred limbs of his other hand are visible.
His once handsome head suffered an even more brutal fate, as a heavy hammer demon's siege hammer smashed directly into his face, seemingly crushing a large part of his skull.
"You could have chosen a different path."
Perturabo stood beside his brother's body, a mechanical arm extending from the back of his power armor removing the wreckage of the power hammer.
"But that's alright, I'll forge you a steel shell that's better suited to contain your true nature—hmm?"
But when he carefully examined his brother's dead body, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Because beneath Guilliman's smashed head, there was no brain matter or blood as expected.
Moreover, that face, which was almost entirely destroyed, had only a remnant of less than a fingernail...
However, one can also see that her skin is sickly pale and somewhat ulcerated.
"I won't give you another chance."
When Guilliman's hoarse growl sounded from behind, it was too late for Peturabo to react.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!!!
The automatic cannon array on the Perturabona Terminator power armor was unleashing a barrage of bullets; in a head-on battle, even Angron would likely struggle to break through this firepower, let alone Guilliman.
With the added power of the Terminator, it can be said that Perturabo has transformed himself into a mobile war fortress—an impregnable fortress that can be easily breached once inside.
Bang! !
Without his power armor, Guilliman, amidst the barrage of fire, thrust his Akagi Dagger into the gap in Perturabo's Terminator from behind. Of course, the length of the dagger was so short that it couldn't even reach Perturabo's flesh inside his heavy armor, but Guilliman then used the momentum to leap up.
Even though he was covered in wounds and his body was completely unprotected, Guilliman's fighting spirit and momentum did not diminish in the slightest. In fact, the lighter load made him even more agile, making it impossible for Peturabo's automatic cannons to lock onto him.
The more desperate the situation, the more resilient he becomes. This is the name of the Ultra Warrior, the son of the Emperor's vengeance!
The next second, as Guilliman passed over Perturabo's head, his Hand of Domination seized the Iron Lord's head.
Swish! ! !
Without any hesitation, and without any mercy.
Guilliman twisted his brother's head off the Terminator power armor!
But..
Just how arrogant do you want to be?
Although Perturabo's headless body crashed to the ground, Guilliman showed no joy of victory on his face.
Not a single drop of blood fell from either the corpse's neck or the head, which was gripped by the ruling hand and had countless cables hanging down.
This isn't the first time Guilliman has encountered this situation today.
Clearly, this is exactly the same as "Motalian," the mechanical puppet that Guilliman had just used as a disguise for his "corpse."
"Don't you have the guts to stand before me squarely?! Peturabo!!"
Despite Guilliman's rage, Peturabo, now only a head, remained calm.
"Your definition of 'Petrulabo' differs from mine, Guilliman. I possess Peturabo's memories, his behavioral patterns, and his fighting abilities—at least those of the former Peturabo. Therefore, you can interact with me as Peturabo. Congratulations, my brother, you have indeed defeated me; this is your victory."
"Shut up!! You're not my brother—not even your original self anymore!"
Perhaps Peturabo didn't mean it that way, but Guilliman seemed to see it as an insult to himself, and he smashed the head in his hand like a brick, as if venting his anger, against Peturabo's corpse.
"You can continue this incompetent rage... but what do you think..."
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Peturabo's head began to deform and peel off its skin, revealing the mechanical structure underneath, but his voice remained as cold as ever.
"If you destroy me... will that stop those demonic engines?"
Just as "Perturabo" said, the surrounding forging demons had begun to move again. They replenished their ammunition by devouring the steel of the ship's hull and summoned more hammer demons to rush towards Guilliman, preparing to replicate the attack from before.
"These so-called demonic engines must be manipulated in some way—if it wasn't you..."
Finally, Guilliman forcefully smashed open the Terminator power armor, then tore open the tear with his hands, and the Primarch reached inside—
And then he pulled something out.
It was a human being, a mortal male, dressed in luxurious clothes, but his head was covered with a dense array of cables.
He slowly opened his eyes, and upon seeing Guilliman, he immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"What are you doing! Robert Guilliman! I am the head of the Yutalos family! Protected by a trade license, you... you can't kill me..."
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"That's no longer the case, Merekson Yutalos. I will have your new patriarch judge your crimes, but before that, I order you, as the master of the Radiant, to hand over the ship's command keys to me, and at the same time, to shut down all these demonic engines!"
Faced with the Primarch's authoritative voice, Merekson's body began to convulse due to extreme fear and other factors.
"I...I didn't...I didn't know. The Demon Engine and all that...Petrabo lied to me. He told me to sacrifice all my crew members so that...Aaaaaah!!!"
Seeing that Merrickson had mentally collapsed and fainted again, Guilliman sighed, but at least part of his goal had been achieved.
The demon engines in the distance had already begun to tear at and attack each other. Just as Guilliman had analyzed before, the demons inside these demon engines hated the mechanical cages that enslaved and exploited them. Once they were without a direct controller, they would go berserk indiscriminately.
It seems that Merekson was the one who directly signed the contract with Vashtor.
We'll discuss the specifics later when we interrogate Merrickson. For Guilliman, the immediate issue is how to retreat!
The glass dome overhead shattered with a deafening roar, and then a heavily damaged Thunderhawk hurtled down like a meteor, only managing to pull up its nose at the last moment and make a forced landing in an unstable posture.
When Guilliman saw the Ultramariner insignia on the Thunderhawk gunship, even the usually composed Guilliman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It seems his own offspring have come to take him back...
bang.
However, when the hatch of the Thunderhawk gunship was kicked open, a figure wearing Shadowmoon Wolf power armor jumped out.
"Sun Qian?"
Guilliman frowned slightly; he didn't want to owe this mysterious warrior a favor.
But now is not the time to think about these things.
"Are you all alone? We need to retreat immediately..."
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"Originally... Irnid Hill came with me."
Sun Qian’s deep voice slowly rang out, and Guilliman’s eyes widened immediately.
Because of his excellent observational skills as the original body, he naturally discovered the fatal sword piercing mark on Sun Qian's power armor.
He also noticed that the power armor was covered in fresh, bright red blood—"But I've already killed him."
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