Chapter 655

Lion looked a bit blankly at the semi-finished female robot hanging on the kite shield in his hand, not understanding what the situation was.

The current Empire indeed had such a custom; Astartes would embed the remains of saints and the bones of victims on shields, hoping that those great deceased who sacrificed for the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang would protect them and enhance the shield's defensive power.

But the shield in Lion's hand was the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Shield, containing the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's immortal power and flowing with sacred psyker energy. There was no skeleton in this world worthy of this shield.

Lion also didn't think that hanging a skeleton on his shield could block Perturabo's artillery fire.

Moreover, this wasn't any holy relic, just a semi-finished female robot, and he didn't know what it was for...

But when Perturabo saw the semi-finished female robot hanging on the shield, the massive body of this Lord of Iron suddenly stiffened, as if his spirit had received a great impact.

". Calliphon."

Perturabo's voice was short, unbearable, mixed with anger, pain, and disbelief.

He was pierced in mind by the malice revealed in the actions of that mini-Doraemon.

"How dare you! Lion! How dare you!!!"

"I'll kill you!!!"

Perturabo's roar sounded. All the weapons on his body turned direction at the same time, no longer suppressing Fulgrim and those possessed Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children, but instead aiming entirely at Lion.

Bolters, bolter shells, subatomic shells, laser weapons, plasma weapons, melta weapons... each one was dangerous and lethal, all fusing Perturabo's wisdom and creativity over ten thousand years, which could easily crush a Knight, dissolve a Dreadnought, and destroy a group of Astartes.

Lion's combat instinct controlled his body. He quickly raised the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Shield with the semi-finished robot hanging on it.

Above the kite shield, the body of that semi-finished female robot collided repeatedly with the shield surface, ringing incessantly.

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Perturabo's weapons aimed at Lion, but never fired for a long time. The heavy panting of this Lord of Iron was clearly visible.

"You!"

"I!"

"Ah!!!"

Perturabo roared with hatred, and the weapons on his body moved away at the same time.

Lion blinked his eyes gently, looked at Perturabo, and then looked at the semi-finished female robot on his shield.

"Hmm?"

"Hmm"

"Hmm!"

"Oh!"

His superhuman brain operated rapidly. After noticing that Perturabo was unwilling to harm the semi-finished female robot on his shield, a smile appeared at the corner of Lion's mouth.

So that's how it is, so that's how it is... Lion was filled with awe.

He immediately took a step, strolling through the forest, and then appeared in front of Perturabo in the blink of an eye, holding the shield in one hand and the sword in the other, launching an attack toward Perturabo.

Perturabo let out a low growl, anger driving him to swing his fist toward Lion.

But just as he swung his fist, Lion raised the shield in his hand, and the face of that female robot was directly exposed in front of Perturabo, a pair of bionic eyes looking at Perturabo blankly...

Perturabo's fist stopped on the spot.

Lion grinned, and the blade in his hand drew a lethal arc, tearing off four fingers on Perturabo's metal heavy fist, exposing the broken wires inside.

Perturabo let out a muffled groan, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared behind Lion, his weapons aiming at Lion's back.

But Perturabo was after all not a Primarch skilled in martial arts, and his reaction speed was much slower than Lion's.

Before he could fire, Lion turned around and protected himself with the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Shield.

Perturabo let out a low growl that combined pain, anxiety, helplessness, and shame-induced anger.

"Aren't you steel inside and out?" Lion asked with a sneer.

Perturabo was filled with shame and anger. What he had to admit was that he was truly broken.

The broken defense came from Perturabo realizing his own incompetence.

That semi-finished female robot was his unfinished "sister", his latest, most nearly perfect creation, but it had been stolen by the Blood Ravens chapter before.

In other words, this semi-finished robot was nearly his sister, but now it was being wantonly played with and humiliated by Lion.

Perturabo, this incompetent younger brother, could only feel ashamed and angry, standing on the spot and watching, letting Lion wield her and play with her, but Perturabo didn't even dare to shoot.

A greater sense of incompetence lay in Perturabo realizing that the filth in his heart was being utilized by the other party.

It wasn't that he didn't dare to destroy that semi-finished female robot, nor was it that he couldn't.

Even finished ones, he didn't know how many had fallen into his hands.

Every time, those female robots couldn't make Perturabo feel satisfied.

If those female robots condemned him after gaining consciousness, Perturabo would feel angry, because his sister loved him, how could she condemn him? He would destroy that robot.

If those female robots flattered him after gaining consciousness, Perturabo would feel annoyed, because his sister was not a sycophant and would never be like this. He would destroy that robot.

Perturabo's skills had been constantly refined over ten thousand years. His skills could allow him to create robots exactly the same as the deceased at will. Every time Perturabo was creating his "sister", he thought this time would inevitably succeed, but he just couldn't create a sister that satisfied him.

In other words, if what was tied to Lion's shield was a "sister" scrapped by Perturabo or a finished sister who could speak, Perturabo could declare without hesitation that it was fake, a low-quality product, and then destroy it.

But this robot before him happened to be the crystallization of Perturabo's latest technology, and it was still a semi-finished product. No one knew whether this robot would be his sister after completion, and Perturabo couldn't declare that she wasn't.

He... he couldn't take action... not because of his love for his sister, but because he couldn't admit that he didn't love.