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Chapter 200 Saint Gilles, who was looked down upon
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Ironblood.
As the flagship of the Fourth Legion's Iron Warriors, this iron-gray ship, with all its windows sealed shut, seemed even less human than usual—in front of the secret chamber, only a few iron-ring robots stood faithfully in the front like the most loyal bodyguards.
No one is allowed to get close to it.
Meanwhile, the Primarch of the Iron Warrior, Peturabo, sat alone in the secret room as usual, quietly and silently assembling his model.
Since his embarrassing performance, Peturabo seems to have become even more withdrawn than before.
He spent a great deal of time locking himself in his secret room, rarely venturing out except to arrange the legion's work using a data cable connected to the back of his head.
I'm too ashamed to face anyone.
During this time, Peturabo's sister also came to visit him, but she was directly turned away.
He simply cannot imagine how he will face his older sister.
Twisted.
If you use this kind of social terrorist approach to suddenly explode on a conflicted person, it will only make them more socially anxious.
Faced with an awkward situation where he didn't know what to say, Peturabo chose the simplest and most effective method.
escape.
—I have no choice but to keep running away like this.
It was shameful, but it was indeed useful.
Especially considering that the battles the Iron Warriors are currently facing are not particularly intense.
When the Emperor retired and handed over military command to Imperial Warmaster Vograim, the Iron Warriors who were originally the ones who fought the toughest battles and the toughest dust no longer had to face one heavy combat mission after another.
It was as if the difficulty level had been suddenly lowered to easy – now he was facing enemies that the legion could easily handle even without Peturabo himself intervening.
But this still made the Primarch, who was idly assembling the model in the secret room, feel very unhappy.
Indeed, the legions no longer need to constantly clash head-on with those powerful enemies.
Perturabo, who disliked Rogdoryn and his Imperial Fist the most, had to withdraw from the Great Crusade early because he had to take on the responsibility of protecting the solar system as the Terra Guard.
From that moment on, all the honors of the Great Expedition were lost to this guy!
what!
This is what Peturabo has always hoped for.
Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction.
But Peturabo was still unhappy.
Why don't you let him confront a powerful enemy head-on?
Why did Fugrim only assign him such weak and helpless enemies who were powerless against their overwhelming firepower?
Instead of assigning them the toughest challenges after the Great Expedition, as previous emperors had done, this was not the case.
Does that mean you look down on him?
Is it because they look down on Iron Warrior, or because they look down on him, the Primarch Peturabo?
A strange sense of unease rose within Peturabo, and the tweezers in his hands trembled slightly over the tiny, intricate part, which was as small as a grain of sand.
This caused the part to fall off after wobbling for a while, failing to fit into its intended position as expected.
I know... it must be because of last time... that damn theater built on that damn planet last time...
And that was not the bizarre performance he had in mind at all. That's right, those things had nothing to do with what Perturabo had in mind. They were all just a forced imitation by Mortalian, Fugrim, and his subordinate Kasgar!
It has absolutely nothing to do with what he truly thinks.
all fake!
Unfortunately, the consequences had already been made.
From then on, Peturabo could sense changes in the way people looked at him and spoke to him, whether within the Legion or among other Legions or Imperial bureaucrats.
—In their eyes, Peturabo's tall and imposing image must have been tarnished (not tarnished) because of this ridiculous performance!
That must be it... that must be it!
Peturabo felt a surge of anger and nearly slapped the model he had been working on for months away.
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irritable.
In fact, Perturabo was not unaware of his eccentric personality and how he didn't fit in with his Primarch brothers and sisters.
He actually really wanted to change that.
In his secret room, apart from the various images of his older sister that had been placed in different places, were the gifts that Peturabo had prepared to give to the other Primarchs.
All of them were handcrafted by Peturabo himself, and some of the intricate instruments took him more than a few months to make.
If these gifts were actually presented to the Primarchs, their exquisite and ingenious design and craftsmanship would surely win their admiration and appreciation.
Peturabo firmly believes this.
But will they laugh at him, Peturabo, and think that all the things he makes are meaningless creations?
—Would people think he's a freak? He spends all his time cooped up in his room doing nothing but building and painting models; could he be a severe autistic person?
Surely it will happen, right?
Absolutely!
Because even he himself thought so—it was just a case of having nothing better to do!
Never mind, I'd better not send it.
If you give it to them later, it will only make it harder to ask for a gift, so it's better not to give it at all!
The thought of facing the concerned and puzzled looks from the other Primarchs made Peturabo feel a deep-seated embarrassment.
We'll see when the time comes!
Despite his struggles today, Peturabo has chosen to escape once again.
[Unidentified personnel detected entering the flagship... have entered the bridge, Iron Ring automatons switched to the highest alert level]
[Analyzing the identity information of the unknown intruder...]
The data stream from behind his head interrupted Peturabo's internal struggle.
From the camera footage of the Iron Ring Automated Robot, he saw the creature that was capable of breaking through the multiple layers of defense he had designed to reach him.
"Alpha? What are you doing on my flagship?"
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The communication between the two sides was conducted through the Iron Ring Automatic Machine Gun.
Compared to his trident, Perturabo trusted these beings who were completely obedient to him more—machines made of steel would not betray him; they would only faithfully transmit every piece of information they came into contact with back to his mind.
like this.
According to Alpha's message, he seemed to already know that this galaxy would soon experience a massive subspace storm.
The Emperor is using the power gathered during their Great Crusade to perform his ascension ceremony on the sacred Terra. They must stop their father's madness!
They would not hesitate to ignite an unprecedented civil war in the history of human empires.
At that time, countless Astartes legions will slaughter each other in darkness and storms.
But after this war, the human empire, having overthrown the emperor, will usher in a brighter new world.
Even if it meant burning the entire galaxy, it would still be worth it.
"Okay, I got it, I'm not interested."
"Please leave."
"Lord of Iron, we—"
"Not interested."
Peturabo's response was lukewarm.
Peturabo wasn't particularly concerned about these things that sounded alarmist but were actually somewhat predictable.
Or rather, as a marginal figure in the expedition, he felt exceptionally comfortable with his current situation, especially with the easy expedition missions that came after Fugrana became the Imperial Warmaster.
...So, slacking off can be this enjoyable?
Since being taken in by the tyrant of Olympia, this is one of the few times that Peturabo has been able to freely control his own time, instead of risking everything for the grand and unattainable goal of unification.
Although it's still a bit awkward.
But deep down, he was still quite satisfied.
Treating Peturab's condition is actually quite simple.
Give this guy a break, and he'll figure things out on his own.
"Wait, Lord of Iron!"
Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, Alpha had no choice but to offer a condition that the other party had no way to refuse.
"Our fleet will break through the storm and besiege Terra with the help of the warp!"
"There, your Iron Warriors can face off and annihilate those arrogant Imperial Fists head-on!"
"And that misrepresented Terran Royal Guard, Rogdorn! He's yours too!"
"......"
It must be said that these words did indeed tempt Peturabo.
Although he only wanted to slack off at the moment and didn't want to start any major rebellion with those Primarchs.
But if it's to cause trouble for Rogdorn, he'll definitely be the first to arrive and offer his full support.
Rogdorn, go eat your thesis defense!
"I......"
Perturabo, the Lord of Iron, was somewhat tempted.
"Don't go."
But he ultimately chose to refuse.
He no longer wants to participate in any event where more than three Primarchs gather!
The scene where I was tricked into exposing my relationship with my older sister in front of everyone is still fresh in my mind!
Thinking back to that embarrassing situation, Peturabo wished he could dig a Taliakren Grand Theatre out of the ground with his toes.
Those guys, talking about bonds, friendship, and the thirty-year-old Centaur gold ring, rushed in and gave him, Perturabo, a truly unique unboxing event.
As for his prestige within Peturab's army from then on...
How can they ever hold their heads up again?
Although he didn't hear anyone else dare to mock him in front of the Iron Lord, Perturabo could sense that they were all secretly laughing at him in their hearts!
for sure!
Thinking of this, Peturabo, who was about to leave the room, once again fell into a state of self-isolation.
"No! No, no, no!"
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Even if Alpha raves about it, he won't go!
Although it sounds sensational, Perturabo actually let go of Roguedorn's best opportunity in order to avoid participating in the social interactions between Primarchs.
Even so, his nature remained unchanged.
He just learned his lesson after being scammed once.
—What rebellion, what great expedition, those are all just excuses to treat him like a beast of burden!