Chapter 572

"Are you interested in coming back to be the Regent of the Dark Imperium?"

Sanguinius revealed a brilliant smile at Perturabo.

Perturabo was made confused by such a nonsensical sentence from Sanguinius, and for a moment, it even made his head, which was born with knowledge, feel a bit dazed.

"Are you joking?" Perturabo growled and questioned.

Sanguinius looked at Perturabo with a gaze that was almost pitying, and said softly: "What you have obtained from Chaos is no more than what you obtained from our father."

"Saint Doraemon is a generous existence; he is willing to pay for what you want——————"

"You don't understand what I want at all! And you can't give me what I want!" Perturabo controlled the Iron Circle robots to surround Sanguinius.

Sanguinius did not move his face; the Spear of Telos in his hand was like a red-gold storm, setting off a flurry of iron filings, cutting through the steel bones of the Iron Circle robots as if cutting butter.

"I certainly know what you want."

"Tell me, how many Calliphones have you manufactured in this ten thousand years?"

Calliphone was Perturabo's sister and one of the few people Perturabo loved.

But Calliphone pointed out that Perturabo was pretending to despise love, pretending not to care about the concern of others, but he actually craved to be loved more than anything else.

She said that Perturabo always deliberately chose the most difficult way and the most painful mode to do things; Perturabo actually craved to be respected for it, and he pretended to be a martyr and shouted: "Look, the great Perturabo is working hard without complaint."

But this behavior of Perturabo was essentially that of a twisted child; he never grew up, he always deceived himself, he clearly craved the recognition of others but insisted on pretending not to care, he pretended to be as strong as steel but was actually as weak as a reed.

He, Perturabo, was the silliest fool she had ever seen.

Thus, the angry Perturabo personally strangled his foster sister, strangled Calliphone, but after this, Perturabo himself regretted it.

Perhaps it was because after killing Calliphone, Perturabo suddenly realized that he had personally killed the only person in this galaxy who truly cared about him.

In these ten thousand years, Perturabo had been trying to manufacture a replica of his foster sister, trying to resurrect her in this way, trying to make up for his mistake in this way.

"I have never manufactured a Calliphone!"

Perturabo was angrier than ever; he roared, growled, and rushed out from among the Iron Circle robots.

That steel body, like an iron wall, rumbled, and the toxic steam that corroded everything around it roared out; a warhammer larger than the torso of a Dreadnought swung toward Sanguinius.

But Sanguinius just dodged elegantly, letting Perturabo's hammer head miss.

"I have never manufactured a Calliphone! Never succeeded!"

"Those were just defective products! They were failures! Not the real Calliphone!"

Perturabo roared at Sanguinius while swinging his warhammer.

Ten thousand years; even Perturabo had forgotten how many replicas of his foster sister he had manufactured.

But he remembered the ending of every replica; just like the real Calliphone, after Perturabo's uncontrollable rage, they were strangled by Perturabo.

Ten thousand years, every time, every one, was the same result.

"Because they were not the real Calliphone!"

"They were just failed, inferior products! Calliphone didn't treat me like that! Inferior products should be destroyed!"

"We can give you the real Calliphone." Sanguinius said softly.

The air was quiet for an instant.

Perturabo stopped swinging his warhammer, and the Iron Circle robots around him also froze in place, staring straight at Sanguinius.

Everything on the battlefield was as if it had stopped.

"You are lying to me!" Perturabo growled.

He almost didn't judge or think, forcibly concluding that Sanguinius was lying to him.

"It's not me lying to you, Perturabo." Sanguinius's voice was very light: "It's you who are afraid."

"You are too smart; deep down, you already understand that even if you see the real Calliphone again, you will only repeat the same mistakes."