Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Perturabo was certain that his brother, who was playing the role of warrior and god of murder, was subtly conveying to him the hints hidden behind the lines of the play. More precisely, he believed that Bloody Kane was asking him for permission to help in the future.

Unfortunately, however, even without mentioning his ignorance of the Eldar mythology, he has not yet escaped from the Primarch, and the long garment made of dozens of skins, sewn and ironed as raw material, brought him It was a mental shock.

From Magnus to Robert Guilliman, his blood relatives come in all shapes and sizes. However, even the most barbaric Leman Russ has never made the astonishing move of peeling off the abnormal rawhide, dipping it in alkali, splitting it, tanning and painting it, and making clothes for wearing.

"A thousand blades I will forge," Perturabo responded. "No deception, no concealment."

His brother's dark eyes were dark, and he showed no joy even if he got the promise; his thin but strong fingers let go of Perturabo's neck, and the deep white marks remaining on the pads of his fingers proved that he had no intention of holding back. intensity.

"I await your achievements, my friend." Bloodhand Kane hissed hoarsely.

The singing and dancing of the troupe continued behind the scenes, with long-lasting music, and pre-configured hallucinogenic neurostimulating gas was spread invisible in the hall, matching the flashing luster and leaping sparks, as well as the original beaded rings, hairpins, and brocade clothes in the banquet hall. The brilliant light brings the hall into a hazy and dreamy background of bright stars.

Actors from different troupes sang high and low tunes, dancing like flames around the forged Vaal.

"A thousand stars and a craftsman, a hammer and a fake blade, the goddess who gave us tears was released, leaving only Kane who realized the truth too late. The god of forging is just a person who breaks his promise, and intentional betrayal brings Here comes the overwhelming hatred!”

Conrad Coates turned to the people outside the theater, walked striding between tables, leaned over and drew out a long sword, flipping it in his hand, and suddenly pointed the blade of the sword at half of the hall's spectators from top to bottom. One after another, the sword points are pointed directly at the fragile neck of the viewer, which is exposed beyond the gorgeous collar.

"Look at this mortal sword, fragile steel! Val has deceived me, Val has deceived Kane!" Kane shouted, "My revenge will last until the last moment! Tell me, you who use the soul stone to delusion and Yi Where is Val, the humble heir of Shatan, the escaped Forger!"

Konrad Kurtz's eyes swept across the inconspicuous Asdubar Viktor in the crowd. He threw the long sword directly in the direction of Viktor, and the sharp blade whizzed past the motionless man. In Victor's ears, he sang loudly: "Kill me! Or be killed by me!"

"I'm here, Kane." Perturabo took up his part of the drama.

Even though he had no ready-made scripts for reference, the plays he enjoyed at the Olympia Theater still gave him sufficient knowledge of drama. He also grabbed a sword from the surrounding auditorium and held it in the palm of his metal frame, adapting to the strange balance caused by the missing middle finger.

"Our conflicts will end today. Perturabo said in a calm and low tone, "The past will be discussed in the future. "

Kane turned his back to Val and sneered. "The future? Val, what you are talking about is far away and yet so close! The future is distorted and turbid, full of errors and omissions, and unreasonable!"

Konrad Coze turned back to his tall body, his dark eyes unblinking: "Anaris at dawn, the thousandth blade that was never completed, now reappears in your palm! Although I am an evil god, you Why should you cause trouble! Fight with me, God of Forging!"

The temporary fall of the voice combined with the rise of the music, the dancing troupe members like a red and blue storm poured out from the dusk-like stage path and the blinding fog like a dream, holding ice-blue crystal pistols and The sharp long knives were used in tacit understanding, and they danced the sword in pairs.

"Come back with me," said Perturabo.

The Primarch snorted coldly, his expression fixed on a kind of neurotic mockery. Suddenly, he started moving.

Perturabo's mechanical body took a step back, trying to pass the sudden attack from the opposing Primarch. However, all aspects of this mechanical creation were unable to match the basic qualities of his original body, let alone his basic judgment. It is giving him a bad conclusion, that is, even if he comes here today, he will not be able to go through many evenly matched rounds with this strange brother in the sudden close combat.

The primarch's pale hands reached out of the brown leather robe, grabbed his mechanical arm bones, and quickly squeezed into the gap of the joint, faster than anyone Perturabo had ever seen. The steel giant's energy furnace buzzed, and a torrent of energy rushed toward his arm. The flesh and blood cracked under the hissing lightning, but he could not force the opponent to let go of his bone-claw-like palm.

"Fight with me! Perturabo!" Conrad Coze shouted his name, his tone gradually becoming excited or crazy, "Fight with all your strength! As a first sight gift!"

Perturabo was even more surprised as he swung the prop sword he had picked up. The two-meter-long broad blade was only moderately sized in his hand. He soon found that his battle was hit by obstacles at every turn. Neither his limited speed nor the slashing power of the sword could cope with the high-speed attack of the Primarch in front of him.

His brother's fight was swifter than a swordfish in the sea, fiercer than a lion on land. Every attack brought by the claw-like fingers was precise and deadly. The only reason why there were no casualties was Perturabo's alternative body based on machinery.

And he didn't want to release the power of the Star God fragments here. This unknown power was beyond his control.

The sword in Perturabo's hand slashed hard into the primarch's belly, and the fist he broke free from his grasp smashed into his opponent's face, while his enemy pranced and spun with the leather he was wearing, sprained nails oozing and irritating the nerves The excited smell of blood, the corners of his mouth showing abnormal joy, and the attack was like an unstoppable dusk wind.

They struggled, grappled, struck and roared one after another, the soles of their heels drawing pattern-like ripples on the ground, their understanding of each other and their anger rising steadily during the battle.

Perturabo's sword wounded the other man, but that was all he could do. He was knocked sideways to the floor by the enemy, and the blade was snatched away. The opponent directly nailed it to the side of his neck, and it happened to be stuck in the corner gap of the mechanical structure.

The crazy brother straddled above him, lowered his head, his pale face was only a palm away from his cyborg face, his eyes were wide with joy, and his clean teeth were stained red with blood.

"I will nail you to your anvil and declare my complete victory!" Amidst the wailing music and low drumbeats, the person playing Kane laughed endlessly, "Tell me, God of Forging, are you I have betrayed, I am betraying, I will betray!”

"Betraying whom?" asked Perturabo.

"Hahahaha!" The original body laughed loudly, his tense facial muscles gradually relaxed, and tortured twitches oozed from the corners of his mouth, "Yes, who are you betraying!"

Perturabo had intended to keep silent. He didn't even know whether this was the brother's own problem or a link in the original myth, but the flash of light caught in the corner of his eye made him subconsciously shout out a reminder: "Gun——"

Sudden gunfire erupted from the crowd, and a bullet flew straight to the back of the original body's head, but he turned his head to avoid it as if he had foreseen it.

He drew his sword and stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood and fell on the blade, and the blood-stained blade spun around the field.

"who!"

The music suddenly stopped.

Thank you, Mr. Jiuyou, thank you very much!