Chapter 244: Seeing My Mother When I Wake Up

In front of the Dark Portal.

Countless demons infected with psionic energy filed out and soon filled the valley, and Shafulin also came over with his men.

Looking at this ally who was no less capable than himself, Vashtor nodded, and his body made of steel and fire changed again.

Cables stretched toward the still unconscious Perturabo, each cable filled with a blasphemous gleam, like a poisonous snake devouring the world.

Seeing this, Shaforin did not show any abnormality, but gathered the legion demons to form a defense line, surrounding Vashtor and Perturabo in the middle.

In the previous deal, the Burning Legion promised to protect him and serve him after Vash'Thor ascended to godhood, completely disrupting the human empire.

For this reason, Shafulin ordered his men to expel the Iron Warriors, as if they did not trust them, leaving only their people in this area.

If Vashtor could get to know the legion more deeply, he would find that every demon looked wrong and all of them had a serious expression.

Due to the absorption of psionic energy, the demons of the Burning Legion have outstanding facial expressions. They usually smile with their teeth bared, and being serious is completely unrelated to them.

But Vashtor, who was in a hurry to achieve success, did not notice this. He was standing in front of the Primarch, concentrating on the fusion.

According to the deal he made with the four vendors, Perturabo, who had a higher affinity with him, was his reward.

The moment the Primarch liberates his essence, Vashtor will take the opportunity to steal it and channel the power of the High Heavens into it, allowing this weird guy to successfully ascend to demonhood.

In this way, the Four Gods will gain a bargaining chip, and he will have the opportunity to enter the ranks of the Most High.

As the outside Vashtor was gradually eroded, Perturabo, who was climbing the mountain, was in great pain and could not use any strength at all.

Seeing that the cables below were about to come up, Perturabo, who was enduring the pain, wanted to speed up again, but his weak body did not obey his will and instead became slower and slower.

Feeling the fatigue of the mount under his crotch, little Perturabo jumped off it, grabbed Perturabo's arm, and pulled him up.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? We are almost at the top of the mountain. We are only one step away from getting out of the jungle. Stand up!"

Tortured by the severe pain, Perturabo had fallen into a trance, but he still heard the boy's shouting and stood up again as he was pulled.

The unprecedented weakness made Perturabo, who had a heart of steel, feel confused. The strength he once was born with was drifting away from him, and he was even weaker than the mortals he looked down upon.

Looking at the anxious child beside him, a warmth he had never felt before emerged in Perturabo's heart. He did not feel disgusted as he had done to others before.

Instead, he looked closely at the boy's face:

"They are exactly the same. I should have thought of it earlier. It turns out that everything has already been priced."

Hearing these incomprehensible words, little Perturabo was afraid that his newly recognized father would become stupid, so he slapped him, pulled his hair and shouted:
"Father, are you awake?"

Perturabo was not angry after being slapped in the face. Instead, he laughed heartily, which scared little Perturabo.

Come to think of it, anyone who sees his teammates crying and laughing in this situation would think they are crazy.

But before the little Perturabo could continue to reach out, the tall Perturabo lifted him up and threw him onto a platform not far away, and shouted at him:

"Perturabo, go and meet your destiny! Be sure to climb this mountain and remember the first sight you see. Remember it forever!" Perturabo left the instructions and no longer looked up. Instead, he turned around and looked at the twisted tentacles rushing up below.

Perturabo, who had been troubled by the loss of his childhood memories all his life, felt a sense of relief for the first time. Just below the top of this mountain, he finally resolved the knot in his heart that had been knotting him for many years.

The noise behind him let him know that the other self had not surrendered and was heading towards the top of the mountain, but the tentacles below would never let him succeed.

But this desperate situation did not make Pertorabo feel confused. Instead, he was more confident of victory. He shouted at Vashtor, whose half body had already appeared below:

"You bastard, I already knew you had bad intentions, but I am already invincible, time will tell. No one can put shackles on me anymore, not even the damn emperor, and not even you.

My heart is like steel, and my body and soul are made of steel! Remember this, I am the invincible Lord of Iron - Perturabo."

In order to buy himself some time, Perturabo stopped running and jumped from the cliff, heading towards the stunned Vashtor.

Vashtor, who had just come in, hadn't figured out the situation yet when he was punched in the face by a big guy who fell from the sky. His skull, made of steel, was cracked by the punch.

Such an irrational phenomenon left Vashtor no time to think. Instead, he shouted to Perturabo in disbelief:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. You have been weakened by me. Now you are even worse than a mortal. You should not cause any harm to me."

"Ah, yes, yes! So what if I lose my power? No matter how weakened I am, I am still me. How dare you, a piece of shit, trip me up?

Vashtor, fuck you!"

Perturabo, who was foul-mouthed, cursed and hit Vashtor, punching him one after another. Even though his body was as weak as that of a mortal, he was able to cause damage to Vashtor.

The big demon who didn't want to be beaten wanted to resist, but although he was good at plotting and scheming, he was a rubbish in fighting, and was directly clamped by Perturabo's legs and locked.

But Perturabo was not feeling well after jumping down. The twisted cables around him were very sharp and had cut his skin, leaving bloody marks on his body.

Seeing that even the last piece of cloth was gone, Perturabo had no choice but to twist his waist and hips and use Vashtor's body to cover his vital parts.

This behavior was a great humiliation even for a demon. Vashtor didn't expect this guy to be so disgusting, so he had to push him hard.

If you ignore the situation on the scene and only listen to the suppressed sound, it will definitely attract many big guys wearing very little cloth to come and watch.

But just as the "base war" intensified, little Perturabo successfully climbed to the top of the mountain, and the moment he raised his head, the terrifying eye across the sky had already discovered him.

Little Perturabo, who was watching this scene, felt as if his whole body was being torn apart, as if something was about to break out of its shell. However, he still followed his "father's" instructions and opened his eyes wide, wanting to remember this scene firmly in his mind.

When the man on the top of the mountain completely memorized the Eye of Terror, an iron-gray light flew out from him, along with all his memories, and penetrated into Perturabo's body below.

Perturabo, who absorbed the ball of light, was instantly awakened and saw the half-dead demon that had merged with himself in front of him.

Just as he was about to put an end to the culprit, a slender and ferocious claw twisted off Vashtor's head, revealing a figure with a head full of silver hair behind him.

But after seeing the face of the silver-haired owner, Perturabo was stunned and then became extremely furious:
"Gua——I don't want to see it! Damn demons, how dare you insult my mother? I'm going to kill you!"

(End of this chapter)