With the appearance of Perturabo, the sky of Comoros, which was originally covered by the webway, was instantly dyed a frightening iron-gray.

This gloomy tone seems to foreshadow that a terrible storm is about to come, which makes people shudder.

In orbit, the steel fleet slowly separated like a series of steel behemoths, revealing an extremely huge airdrop capsule.

This airdrop pod is by no means comparable to an ordinary Titan airdrop pod. It is more like a mobile fortress, a behemoth that is daunting enough.

The armor on the surface of the cabin is densely engraved with Iron Warrior runes.

These runes were like ancient spells, and every mark was flashing with cold blue light, as if telling the glory and power of the Iron Warriors.

"Prepare for airdrop." Perturabo's voice sounded in the communication channel, his tone was unusually calm, as if he was discussing today's weather.

However, this calm voice exudes an irresistible majesty.

The next second, the fixing devices of the airdrop cabin were unlocked at the same time as if by magic.

Followed by a loud bang that shook the earth.

"Bang--!!!"

The entire battlefield was drowned by the deafening sound of the collision.

The loud noise was like a death knell of the end of the world, spreading over an area of ​​hundreds of kilometers.

The shock wave spread outward in a circular shape with the airdrop capsule as its center, razing everything to the ground wherever it passed.

No matter whether it was the towering buildings or the sturdy fortifications, they were all vulnerable in the face of this powerful force and turned into ruins in an instant.

The dust gradually cleared, revealing a stunning sight.

This figure was larger than the Emperor-class Titan, like a moving mountain. It slowly stood up, and every movement exuded an unparalleled sense of power.

This is the ultimate war machine designed by Perturabo himself, designed specifically for city destruction.

This giant mechanical god is one hundred and fifty meters tall and is covered with a layer of composite refined gold armor, shining with a cold metallic light.

Its existence reminds people of the giants in ancient mythology, except that this giant is made of steel and technology.

Its right arm is a plasma annihilator with a caliber comparable to a battleship's main gun, and the huge muzzle seems to be able to swallow everything.

The left arm is equipped with a shock hammer that can release powerful electromagnetic pulses. Once swung, this hammer can easily destroy a skyscraper.

However, the most frightening thing was its head. It was not a traditional sensor array, but an enlarged version of Perturabo's helmet, with a ruthless red light flashing in the eyepiece, like the eyes of a demon, revealing a sense of coldness and majesty.

"Forward." The voice of the Lord of Steel came through the external speaker, cold and majestic, as if the whole world was trembling at the command of this voice.

With the heavy footsteps of the Iron Lord, the ground seemed to tremble, and every step seemed to be stepping on people's hearts.

And behind it, the armored cluster of Iron Warriors emerged continuously like a surging steel torrent.

The first thing that caught the eye was the countless raider tanks, arranged in a tight wedge formation, like a pack of ferocious wolves, rushing straight at the enemy.

The main guns of these tanks continued to spew flames, and each shell carried deadly power.

These armor-piercing shells were like lightning, easily piercing through the Dark Eldar's seemingly indestructible void shields, instantly turning those originally elegant hover tanks into burning scrap metal.

The fire and thick smoke produced by the explosion made the battlefield chaotic.

At the same time, a large number of Land Raiders formed an assault column and advanced rapidly on the flank.

Their multiple laser cannons are like a web of death, burning any enemy that tries to get close to them into ashes.

However, the most frightening thing is the vanguard troops studied by Hong Suo.

Those cyborg war machines known as "Iron Hounds".

Their appearance resembles an enlarged wolf spider, and their eight mechanical legs are equipped with high-speed rotating chainsaw swords that flash with cold light, as if announcing the coming of death to the enemy.

"For the Lord of Steel!" With this shout, the commander of the 38th Armored Regiment of the Astra Militarum drove his "Iron Glory" Emperor Poison Blade tank and rushed into the battlefield like a ferocious beast.

This tank had just used a precise shot to cut a Dark Eldar Spire of Pain in the distance in half, demonstrating its unparalleled power.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the Dark Eldar finally couldn't hold back and used their trump card - the ace troops!

Shockingly, what emerged from the Webway rift was not an ordinary army, but a group of genetically modified war beasts!

The first to appear were a group of monsters called Void Hounds. They roared out of the darkness like messengers of hell.

These three-meter-tall behemoths are covered in translucent skin, seemingly able to blend in with their surroundings, as unnoticeable as chameleons.

What's even more terrifying is that their claws are coated with a strong acid that can corrode metal, and any object that comes into contact with it will be dissolved instantly.

Soon after, a group of creatures resembling giant spiders crawled out from the cracks.

These spider-like monsters can secrete a highly sticky web from their abdomens. Once the web comes into contact with the skin, it releases extremely painful toxins, causing unbearable pain.

A large number of Astra Militarum troops were pinned down by these monsters and were caught in a tough battle.

However, this is not the most terrifying thing.

Among these war beasts, the most powerful is the Shadow Blade Beast.

They are the most deadly killers of the Dark Eldar, with the ability to teleport in the shadows, making them as hard to guard against as ghosts.

Their sharp bone blades are enough to easily cut through power armor and cause fatal damage to the enemy.

"Interesting." Perturabo raised the corner of his mouth slightly. Through the sensors inside the armor, he could see every move of these creatures.

Although these void hounds looked ferocious, he did not think they could pose much of a threat to his iron warriors.

"Let's see how much firepower they can withstand," Perturabo ordered, his voice echoing over the communication channel with a hint of amusement.

The first wave of Void Hounds pounced on the Iron Warriors' line like hungry wolves. They were extremely fast and reached the front in the blink of an eye.

A hound leaped high into the air, its acid claws flashing coldly in the air, and grabbed straight at the visor of a warrior.

The blow was swift and deadly. If it had been caught firmly, the soldier's head would have been easily broken like a watermelon.

However, at this critical moment, the soldier's reaction was extremely quick.

The chainsaw sword in his hand suddenly swung horizontally, and with a sharp buzzing sound, it flashed through the void like lightning.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the hound's body was cut into two pieces in mid-air.

The acidic blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing on the warrior's armor, making a hissing corrosive sound.

However, the strength of the adamantium armor was far beyond imagination. The acid only made the surface of the armor slightly white and did not cause any substantial damage to it.

"That's all?" A disdainful smile appeared on the warrior's lips. He threw away the debris on the sword casually, as if what he had just killed was just an insignificant little insect.

However, his contempt was clearly premature.

More Void Hounds are coming in an endless stream, their numbers are increasing, overwhelming the Iron Warriors like a tide.

Suddenly, a Pain Weaver dropped from the ceiling, its sticky web acting like a net, trapping the three Iron Warriors in place.

These spider webs were extremely tough, and no matter how the three warriors struggled, they could not break free.

At the same time, a shadow blade beast quietly leaped out from the shadows, its bone blade flashing with cold light, like a poisonous snake out of a cave, and went straight for the neck of the warrior who had just killed the hound.

The blow was as fast as lightning, leaving no time for the warrior to react. The bone blade was about to pierce the warrior's throat.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and a secondary gun shell from the Leman Russ tank rushed past like a meteor and hit the Shadow Blade Beast accurately.

In an instant, the Shadow Blade Beast's body was blown to pieces in the explosion, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

"Keep the formation!" The armored commander stood on the tank and roared at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed across the battlefield, as if it was about to break through the sky. "Don't give these beasts a chance!"

Under his command, the defense line consisting of tanks and armored vehicles was on full alert, with their guns pointed at the void ahead.

Perturabo's sensors quickly locked onto the biggest threat, a gigantic Void Whale, the size of a frigate, swimming slowly out of the webway.

This void whale is an extremely rare creature. It can travel freely between the physical universe and the subspace. Its skin can deflect most energy weapons, making ordinary attacks ineffective against it.

Perturabo looked at the void whale with a sneer on his face: "Pathetic experiment."

His voice was cold and ruthless, as if the giant beast was just an insignificant existence.

As he finished his words, Perturabo slowly raised the right arm of the mecha, like a sleeping giant being awakened.

The Plasma Annihilator began to charge, and blue-white energy gathered at the muzzle to form a dazzling energy ball.

The surrounding air was distorted due to the high temperature, as if it was shocked by this powerful energy.

When the charge reached 300%, Perturabo pressed the launch button without hesitation.

"boom!"

A dazzling plasma torrent pierced through the body of the Void Whale like a bolt of lightning, instantly tearing its body apart.

The Void Whale let out a shrill wail, and the sound echoed throughout the universe, making people shudder.

However, this was just the beginning. The aftermath of the plasma torrent continued to advance, even tearing the webway crack behind the Void Whale, tearing open the dark void as well.

The body of the Void Whale quickly carbonized in the high temperature, and eventually turned into a pile of charred debris, scattered in the void.

With Perturabo's entry into the battle, the originally stalemate situation suddenly changed dramatically, as if the balance suddenly tilted to one side.

Perturabo stood on top of the huge war machine, his figure looking extremely majestic in the flames of war. His hands controlled the behemoth with precision and grace like a master pianist.

Every movement of the war machine was carried out with a terrifying efficiency, as if it were not a machine but an extension of Perturabo's body.

When the concussion hammer fell, the ground shook and the buildings in the entire block collapsed like toppled building blocks.

The huge impact force can even make people feel the vibration of the air, as if the whole world is torn apart at this moment.

And every time the Plasma Annihilator fired, it was like the brightest meteor in the night sky, drawing a burning corridor in the enemy's formation.

Fire and explosions raged among the enemy, tearing their defenses apart.

The Dark Eldar's defenses began to crumble under the fierce attacks of the Iron Warriors.

The cabal warriors, who were once known for their elegance and cruelty, now had looks of horror on their faces. They retreated desperately, trying to escape from this nightmarish battle.

The poison blades and dark matter weapons they were so proud of seemed so insignificant in front of the indestructible armored torrent of the Iron Warriors, just like using a toothpick to attack a steel fortress.

"Crush them!" Perturabo's voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder. This was the final order he gave.

After hearing the order, the Iron Warriors let out an earth-shaking war roar, which was like a surging wave, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Their armored cluster was like a steel torrent, advancing forward at full speed, ruthlessly crushing the enemy's defenses.

Raider tank tracks crushed over enemy corpses, while Iron Hounds ripped apart the last holdouts with their chainswords.

The Archon stood on a crumbling obsidian platform, his slender fingers tightly grasping the poisonous blade that had flayed the skin of countless slaves.

His breathing was rapid, and his flawless features were now twisted into ugly anger.

The purple robe fluttered in the hot wind, and the gems of pain inlaid on it had long since lost their luster.

"Come on, bastards! Come on, monkeys!" he roared in a shrill voice, his tall body shaking with rage.

The poisonous blade drew a strange purple light in the air, and the neurotoxin dripping from the blade edge corroded hissing holes in the ground.

Perturabo's Iron Overlord halted in its tracks.

The hundred-meter-tall war machine slowly lowered its head, its scarlet eyepiece locked onto the tiny creature beneath its feet. The hydraulic system emitted a low hum, like the breath of a giant beast examining its prey.

The Archon suddenly jumped up, his agile body leaping up at incredible speed.

His poisonous blade slashed fiercely at the foot armor of the Iron Lord, and a dazzling spark exploded the moment the blade collided with the adamantium.

"Come on! Fight me one on one, monkey!" He roared crazily and swung the poison blade again, this time aiming at the hydraulic pipe at the joint.

However, the sharp blade only left an insignificant white mark on the thick armor, and did not even scratch the primer.

Perturabo looked at the pathetic creature through the holographic projection.

Each of the Archon's strikes landed precisely where the armor was thickest, a fact that gave the Lord of Steel a ridiculous amount of pleasure.

His fingers lightly slid across the control panel, and the Iron Lord's right foot slowly rose.

The Archon suddenly froze.

He looked up and saw a huge metal foot covering the sky and a shadow covering his elegant body. At this moment, his speed, poison blade, and conspiracy, which he was proud of, all lost their meaning.

"What...what?" The Archon's voice trembled for the first time.

The process of the foot landing was so slow that it was almost cruel. The Archon wanted to escape, but found that his legs seemed to be rooted.

The last thing he saw was the precisely arranged anti-slip grooves on the soles of the feet and the track grooves that were stained with blood and flesh debris.

"boom!"

The shock wave stirred up rubble within a hundred-meter radius.

When the Iron Lord raised his right foot again, all that remained on the ground was a perfect footprint outline and a layer of purple stain so thin that it was almost transparent - the last evidence of the Archon's existence.