I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 419: Guilliman's Terrifying Warp Power

"The reason is very simple, because they are not human beings, they are automatic robots!"

"You have to find the demon that was born from the Automaton's first murder."

Perturabo, the Lord of Iron, Primarch of the Iron Warriors, the King of Stress Resistance of the Great Crusade, the Rebel Weightlifting Champion, and one of the top three in the Galaxy's Twisted List, said so.

His words were deafening, and his sense of humor was weird and eccentric, which silenced Khayon and Abaddon in the light curtain.
This also silenced Zhou Yun and Sanguinius who were watching this scene outside the light curtain.

Abaddon seemed to think that as long as he had the sword Dranikon, he would be invincible.

This is easy to understand. Most of the enemies Abaddon encountered were humans. This sword was naturally the nemesis of humans. Even the Primarch and even the Emperor would be afraid of it.

This sword is like a wheelchair equipped with a dead spirit's inertia-free engine. Even a disabled person can ride at superluminal speed. Abaddon relied on this sword to defeat countless enemies that he could not defeat before.
Gradually, Abaddon began to instinctively believe that this sword was omnipotent, and no matter what enemy he encountered, he only needed to mindlessly swing the Dranikon.

But he hit a wall with Perturabo. Perturabo's piles of iron ring robots did not contain any human beings at all. Dranikon had no fundamental difference against these machines and other enchanted weapons.
In fact, Abaddon is lucky to be still intact.

This entire planet is a killing field carefully arranged by Perturabo.

If one had to defend a planet, then among all the Primarchs, Dorn would have been the one who held out the longest, but if one had to kill the most, then Perturabo would have been the one who did.

Abaddon was apparently spared by Perturabo.

"It has been a long time since we last met, Ezekyle Abaddon. I even miss our cooperation during the Siege of Terra."

Perturabo's voice was mingled with the hum of steel, as if a huge demonic engine were speaking.

Abaddon gritted his teeth and the veins on his face bulged.

During the Siege of Terra, Dorn had deliberately left gaps in the defenses and laid traps.

Perturabo knew this, but still allowed Abaddon and the elite Sons of Horus to step into the trap, stepping on the landmine on his behalf, and ultimately killing many of Abaddon's brothers.

This was the missed cooperation that Perturabo spoke of, but to Abaddon it was clearly pure humiliation.

"This is Perturabo's unique sense of humor." Sanguinius couldn't help but curl his lips.

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement.

But Abaddon obviously did not understand this sense of humor. His face turned red and anger accumulated in his head, swelling up as if it was about to burst out from his pigtails.

"You bring me before you just to humiliate me?!" Abaddon growled.

"You call it a humiliation, I call it a lesson."

"Although Dorne is hateful, he is a smart man. There is always a price to pay for underestimating smart people."

Perturabo commented icily:
"And you get not only lessons from me, but also help, the help of a wise man who is wiser than Dorn."

Upon hearing this, the anger on Abaddon's face subsided a little, and his pigtails were not as sharp anymore.

"What can you give me?" Abaddon demanded.

Abaddon's question made Perturabo sneer twice.

"My brothers sent you away with a pile of rags, and you are throwing a tantrum at me, the only generous one?"

The sound of burning oil and the demon's roar mixed together, forming Perturabo's cold words:

"You ask me what I can give you? I can give you everything."

"All the demonic engines you can imagine and cannot imagine, all the war machines you know and don't know, the brand new weapons forged from my furnace will equip your army, the sparks of technology that splash from my mind will bless your warriors, this is all I can give you."

"Even when the flames of war are hindered, when the war machine is stuck, I will myself strike the hammer of steel."

Abaddon's face was shaken for a moment.

Perturabo was indeed as generous as he said.
Not only did he promise to give Abaddon a large number of demon engines and war machines, he also promised to give Abaddon weapons forged with his latest technology, and he was even willing to take action himself when the Black Crusade came to a standstill.

This even made Abaddon a little frightened.

"And what is the price?" Abaddon whispered.

Perturabo laughed in a low voice.

"There is no price."

"I only ask that you spread the new war machines I have created and forged across the galaxy, allowing my skills and creativity to spread destruction and malice across the galaxy, or as Horus said - let the galaxy burn."

"This is the price you have to pay for letting me wreak havoc on the world with my superior designs."

Zhou Yun looked at the light screen, and his expression could not help but move.
So, the purpose of Perturabo's assistance to Abaddon and his generosity in giving him so many war machines
Is it simply to promote the new weapons and new demon engines that he invented?
Isn't Perturabo too pure?
Not caring about chaos at all and completely immersed in your own artistic creation?

But Zhou Yun still felt something was not right.

He is a competitor in the realm of malevolent arts in the Warp,
As he occupied more and more areas of vicious arts, he also gained more knowledge about this field.

The realm of malevolent arts is essentially the desire of all beings to create new things, the drive for invention and creation, the ever-improving skills and increasingly efficient machines.
It is also a horrific distortion of creativity and craftsmanship, an extreme creation that constantly spreads malice and destruction, an insane desire to publicize the superiority of one's own design, an increasingly fierce arms race and an increasingly cruel war machine.

Spreading the horrific weapons of his own creation across the galaxy, stimulating an increasingly intense arms race and drawing the entire galaxy into the hideous gears of the war machine, would undoubtedly increase Perturabo's influence in the field of malevolent arts.

Just like the more props Zhou Yun took out, the greater the impact of the props on the galaxy, and the more vicious skill areas he occupied - the subspace seemed to recognize the secret props as Zhou Yun's own creation,
Theoretically, the more destruction and malice Perturabo created his war machines, and the more intense the arms race it sparked, the more power he would gain from his realm of malevolent arts.

Zhou Yun told Sanguinius his guess.

But at the same time, Zhou Yun couldn't help but said: "I don't understand why Perturabo did this. He doesn't seem like someone who desires to be promoted to a god." "Indeed, he is always full of disdain for ascension and chaos." Sanguinius agreed with Zhou Yun's opinion.

Zhou Yun frowned slightly. This made people feel very strange. Could it be that
He thought of another competitor in the realm of malevolent arts, the demigod of the Warp, Lord of the Soul Forge, Vash-Tor the Creator.

Could it be that Vashtor and Perturabo have reached some kind of cooperation? Vashtor, through Perturabo and Abaddon, is indirectly expanding his influence in the galaxy and the warp, while he himself is hiding behind the scenes.
After all, Vashtor truly aspires to become a god, and it is in his interest to expand the realm of vicious arts.

"The Confessor, the Jealous One, the Avenger, and the Chief Evildoer." Zhou Yun muttered about the four beings in the Emperor's prophecy who would affect the fate of the galaxy in the future and would be closely related to Zhou Yun.
But Vashtor seemed to have nothing to do with any of them. He would neither repent nor be jealous, and he had no grudges to avenge.

As for Vashtor's pursuit of godhood, although their fields overlapped, Zhou Yun had no conflict with him.
After all, although Zhou Yun was a competitor in the field of vicious skills, he had no intention of striving to become a god.

There's no use thinking about it.

Although I don't know why Vashtor thinks he has the ability to become a god,

But Zhou Yun confirmed with the Emperor that in today's warp space, one needs sacrifices to become a god.

This sacrifice must be a race like humans or the Eldar of the past, a race that can be called the overlord of the galaxy in the past, present or future.

In the echo of the fall or destruction of an entire race, only by devouring the souls of countless dead can one achieve ascension.

The pit of the Eldar has been occupied by Slaanesh, and the pit of the Humans has been occupied by the Emperor.

The remaining Necrons do meet the requirements, but they have no souls, and from the perspective of the Warp, they have long been destroyed.

It's impossible for Zhou Yun to train Titanium to become the overlord of the galaxy, and then use Titanium as a sacrifice to ascend to heaven, right?
So Zhou Yun was not worried about a conflict between himself and Vashtor for the time being.

"My Lord." Ers suddenly spoke softly, "The Lord of the Castle said that he has found the materials you need."

"It just so happens that I know almost everything I want to know." Sanguinius said while thinking about something.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, signaling to Ers to arrange for someone to take Ka Yang back to prison. Ka Yang knew a lot about the Black Legion, and it was unpredictable when he might come in handy.

Then, Ers led Zhou Yun and Sanguinius to the depths of the Inquisition Fortress.

But to Zhou Yun's surprise, Els did not take Zhou Yun to a prison, but to a huge archive room filled with a large number of parchment scrolls. Looking around, this archive room seemed to be a city made up of parchment, making people wonder whether all the records of the Inquisition for the past ten thousand years were stored here.

Dozens of acolytes and their servitors shuttled between the archives, looking hurried and tired. In the middle of these acolytes was the Lord of the Inquisition with bloodshot eyes.
It seems that during the time when Zhou Yun, Sanguinius and Els were interrogating Khayon, he was doing extremely intensive work.

This made Zhou Yun slightly stunned.

"My Lord." The Lord of the Inquisition raised his body stiffly, bowed to Zhou Yun and said, "I checked the prison list. The private prison of Inquisitor Jerome Serkes in the fortress has been cleared, and there is no prisoner named Titus."

"But don't worry, I have just searched the records of the Ultramarines and Inquisitor Jerome for nearly a hundred years at the fastest speed, and finally found some clues——————"

"You mean Titus is currently in Death Watch, right?" Zhou Yun said a little helplessly.

The Lord of the Inquisition's expression froze.

"Yes, my Lord." He said a little bewilderedly, "After Inquisitor Jerome was possessed by the demon, the Order of the Holy Hammer conducted an internal review and found a monitoring station under his jurisdiction on the southern edge of the galaxy. There were nearly twenty Astartes in the stasis cells."

"It was the Death Watch that was in charge of taking over this monitoring station. Logically, Titus should have regained his freedom. He may have stayed in the Death Watch and became a Black Shield."

Although the work spirit of the Lord of the Inquisition is worthy of recognition, Zhou Yun hopes that he will report to him as soon as he finds out that Titus is not imprisoned in Terra.

In this way, Zhou Yun could guess that Titus should be serving as the Black Shield in Deathwatch, and the Lord of the Inquisition could save himself the tedious and laborious work of searching for information.

"Damn it, overtime has become a trend on Terra recently. Everyone's work is getting harder and harder." Zhou Yun couldn't help but mutter.

Then Zhou Yun suddenly remembered the information about Guilliman that Zhou Yun had seen when Guilliman was in the four-dimensional pocket.
Zhou Yun's expression changed slightly, and he murmured softly: "Affected by the nature of Guilliman's subspace, people who are close to Guilliman will inexplicably have more work to do and fall into overtime for a long time."

This is the judgment of the four-dimensional pocket.

Could it be that Guilliman's warp abilities are unconsciously affecting all of Terra?

What a terrifying ability! Could it be that Guilliman's psychic talent is actually very high?

"My Lord, the Warp is raging right now and astropathic communications are not working well. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to contact a specific Death Watch team."

Before Zhou Yun could think carefully, the Lord of the Court of Inquisition spoke:
"And Titus joined the Death Watch as Black Shield, hiding his original identity. I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to find him."

Zhou Yun nodded to show his understanding, but this was not difficult for him.

Just let Emperor Nobi use the Anywhere Door and the Finder Stick to make a trip.

"By the way, sir." The Lord of the Inquisition continued, "Should the news of your appointment as the Chief of the Inquisition be conveyed to the Inquisitors of the entire galaxy as soon as possible?"

"Should we hold a meeting of Grand Inquisitor level or above? Or should the major orders elect representatives? How should the Grey Knights be notified?"

"There are still many documents, files and materials that you need to receive, and some documents theoretically must be processed by you."

"In addition, should the position of High Lord representing the Inquisition be transferred to you? The relevant matters may require Ers to liaise with you."

Listening to the words of the Lord of the Inquisition, Zhou Yun's expression suddenly froze.
The sentence "People who are close to Guilliman will inexplicably have more work to do and will be trapped in overtime work for a long time" popped up in Zhou Yun's mind again.

"We must get Guilliman off Terra as soon as possible."

Zhou Yun looked at Sanguinius seriously:

"I have to be at least half a galaxy away from him."

(This chapter is 4,000 words long. I feel dizzy today and can’t write the next chapter. Please forgive me.)
(End of this chapter)