I’ll be a heretic too if I was left in the rain

The Galaxy’s Most Tragic “Oops”

In the top panel, we see the Emperor of Mankind, golden, majestic, and clearly not burdened by responsibilities like remembering entire legions. He’s lounging with that all-too-familiar expression of mild concern, mumbling, “I think I forgot something.” Malcador, as always, delivers terrible advice in a calm tone: “If you forgot, then it wasn’t important.” With a nod and zero follow-up, the Emperor moves on, probably to go build another Webway tunnel or polish his throne. What did he forget? Oh, just Perturabo and the entire Iron Warriors Legion, left to “hold the line” for eternity with nothing but grit and siege drills. It’s the ultimate galactic version of forgetting your kid at the mall—if your kid happens to control orbital bombardments and really hates you now.

Left in the Rain and Ready to Turn

In the bottom panel, there they are: the Iron Warriors, stoic in the rain, holding a ruined position with the same look you give when your Uber driver cancels after 30 minutes. Perturabo sits in his command throne, face like thunder, surrounded by Iron Warriors who haven’t seen the sun in ten thousand years. One brave legionary pipes up, “My lord, how long we have to hold this position?” and honestly, that’s the saddest line in all of Warhammer history. At this point, I’d be a heretic too—leave me in the rain with a siege cannon long enough and I’ll aim it at Terra myself. No wonder Perturabo built a fortress with the intention of never letting anyone forget him again. If resentment could be weaponized, the Iron Warriors would have exterminated the galaxy twice by now.