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

Chapter 574 Perturabo, you can strangle your own sister.
"Are you interested in returning to be the Empire's covert regent?"

Saint Gilles gave Peturabo a bright smile.

Peturab was completely baffled by Sanguielles's nonsensical remark, and for a moment even his naturally knowledgeable mind was somewhat bewildered.

“Are you kidding me?” Peturabo roared.

Saint Gilles looked at Perturabo with an almost pitying gaze and said softly, "You have received no more from Chaos than from our father."

"Doraemon is a generous being; he's happy to pay for whatever you want."

“You don’t understand what I want at all! And you can’t give me what I want!” Peturabo commanded the iron ring robots to surround Sanguis.

Saint Gilles remained unmoved, his Bi Gong Spear transforming into a golden storm that sent iron filings flying, slicing through the iron ring robot's steel frame as easily as cutting butter.

"Of course I know what you want."

"Tell me, how many Kelfins have you built in these ten thousand years?"

Kelly Fanny is Perturabo's sister and one of the few people he loves.
But Kelly Fanny points out that Peturabo is pretending to despise love and feign indifference to the care of others, while in reality he craves to be loved more than anything else.
She said that Peturabo always deliberately chose the most difficult and painful ways to do things. Peturabo actually longed to be respected for this, and he pretended to be a martyr and shouted: "Look, the great Peturabo is working hard without complaint."

But Peturabo's behavior is essentially that of a conflicted child; he never grew up, he's always deceiving himself, he desperately craves recognition but pretends not to care, he feigns steely strength but is actually as fragile as a reed.
He, Peturabo, was the dumbest fool she had ever met.

Enraged, Perturab strangled his foster sister, Kellyfini, to death with his own hands. But afterwards, Perturab regretted it.

Perhaps it was only after killing Kelifenne that Perturabo suddenly realized that he had personally killed the only person in the galaxy who truly cared about him.
For ten thousand years, Peturabo has been trying to create a replica of his foster sister, attempting to resurrect her in this way and to atone for his mistakes.
"I have never built a Kelifney!"

Perturabo was furious like never before; he roared and howled as he charged out of the iron-ringed robot.

The steel body, like an iron wall, rumbled and roared, spewing out toxic fumes that corroded everything around it. A massive hammer, larger than the head and torso of a fearless machine, swung towards Saint Gilles.

But Sanguires simply dodged gracefully, causing Peturabo's hammer to miss its mark.

"I have never built a Kelifney! Never succeeded!"

"Those were just defective products! Failures! Not the real Kelfin!"

Peturabo roared at Sanguis as he swung his heavy hammer.

Ten thousand years have passed, and even Perturabo has forgotten how many replicas of Kelfin have he built.

But he remembered the fate of every replica, just like the real Kelly Fanny, whose neck was snapped by Perturabo after he lost control of his rage.

For ten thousand years, every single time, every single machine, has yielded the same result.

"Because they are not the real Kelfina!"

"They're just failed, substandard products! That's not how Kelly Fanny treated me! Substandard products should be destroyed!"

“We can give you the real Kelly Finney,” Sanguinius said softly.

The air fell silent for a moment.
Perturabo stopped swinging his warhammer, and the iron-ringed robots around him froze in place, staring blankly at Sanguis.

Everything on the battlefield seemed to have frozen in time.
“You’re lying to me!” Peturabo growled.

He almost without judgment or thought forced himself to believe that Saint Gilles was deceiving him.

“I’m not lying to you, Peturabo,” Sanguielles’ voice was soft. “You’re the one who’s afraid.”

"You're too smart. Deep down, you already know that even if you meet the real Keleven again, you'll just repeat the same mistakes." "A lie! A blatant lie!!!"

“You’re still deceiving yourself. You’re one of the smartest brothers among us. You can tell the truth from the lies, but you often can’t accept them.”

Saint Gilles said softly:
"One hundred times, Doraemon has resurrected Kerry Fanny and brought her to you in a hundred different ways and at different times."

"And you killed the real Kelpenny a hundred times, snapped her neck, and then blamed Doraemon for giving you a fake Kelpenny."

"But you know perfectly well that Doraemon has no reason to deceive you; it's just that you're deceiving yourself, and you can't accept that you'll eventually repeat the same mistake."

"A load of lies! Shameless!!!" Peturabo angrily swung his heavy hammer at Sanguielles once more.

“That’s just how you are, Peturabo.” Sanguires shook his head slightly. “You always deceive yourself like this. You clearly had a childhood far superior to most of your brothers. You clearly had a group of children who loved you, but you destroyed them with your own hands.”

“You always boast about the suffering you have endured, claim that you have done many painful things without complaint, and that you and your offspring have made tremendous sacrifices.”

"But most of the suffering, pain, and sacrifices you endure are deliberately self-inflicted, and that pain is meaningless because you clearly have the means to choose a better ending, but you choose to pretend to be a martyr and push yourself and those around you toward suffering."

“Perturabo, even if your adoptive parents were King Connor and Lady Eudon, Dorne’s grandfather, or even if your adoptive parents were Ruth’s wolf mother, you would still strangle them with your own hands.”

"You lying Saint Gilles, I'm going to kill you right now!!!"

Peturabo charged toward Sanguis almost uncontrollably, like an impenetrable wall of steel.
Saint Gilles looked at him with pity, as if he were looking at a grumpy child throwing a tantrum for no reason.

The deafening singing assaulted his ears, the intense noise even causing Vashtor's body to stiffen.
Even the Vashtor itself, hidden deep within the Soul Furnace, felt a tremor, causing brief twitches in Vashtor avatars across various timelines.

It wasn't that the sound waves penetrated the veil between the warp and reality and harmed Vashtor's physical body; it was simply because the song was so awful that it caused Vashtor's mind to become momentarily confused, and he even inexplicably felt an urge to self-destruct, wanting to escape the awful song through death.

What a terrifying singing voice!
A few sparks flew from Vashtor's true form, the mist of thought drifting deep within the Soul Forge, as he attempted to infuse more of his will into the body that had been stunned by the Great Demon Fat Tiger's song, hoping to regain control over it.

"Bang!!!!"

A gunshot, like the cawing of a crow, suddenly rang out, and a large steel needle pierced the air, embedding itself directly into the forehead of Vashtor's body.
Then the bullet exploded instantly, releasing ancient nanobots that devoured the moisture in Vashtor's body.

The black stone fragments that spewed out along with the ashes of the Untouchables together isolated the warp from its influence.

Finally, the ashes of the Star Torch directly caused the subspace energy that constituted Vastor's body to go out of control.

Under the influence of this steel needle, Vashtor's body was directly transformed into a mass of primordial subspace energy and dissipated into the net.

“…*Soul Furnace profanity*” Vashtor, still holding the body controller, looked at the scene of his own death and couldn’t help but curse out loud.

This was such a terrible experience! It was awful!
He had prepared a large number of demonic engines and war machines on Corinnar, which could be activated at his mere thought.
But unexpectedly, Doraemon used an Earth-Destroying Bomb to lure himself out of Corinnar, and somehow knew in advance where Vastor would drop the Earth-Destroying Bomb, using Gian's sudden attack to push himself into the net.
Even so, Vashtor still had a large number of demons he had pacted with, and remained fearless.

However, the Emperor's Chosen Jeanne and the Midnight's Chosen Titus, two beings with extraordinary prophetic abilities, seized the moment before Vashtor could react and sealed off his movements.
Before Vashtor could break free from and release the contracted demons, the Great Demon Fat Tiger's song had already arrived.
That Saint Doraemon seemed to have seen through Vashtor's form in the material universe, realizing it was merely a puppet remotely controlled by his true self. He used his shrill, piercing song to directly attack Vashtor's true form, which was hiding deep within the Soul Forge, causing him to temporarily lose control of that body.
Subsequently, Sharokin's sniper shot killed him instantly, and throughout the entire process, Vashtor didn't even have to make a single move, completely outmaneuvered.

It's a formidable competitor. The "Reality Engine" itself also has issues; the latency is still too high and needs improvement.
As Vashtor pondered, he activated another body within the Soul Forge and launched it onto the Soul of Vengeance.

As for Doraemon in Corinnar, who could calculate Vashtor so meticulously, how could he not have planned to scheme against the others?

The Red Angels are probably beyond saving. Perturabo should be able to escape unscathed. As for Abaddon...
Vashtor had long anticipated this day and had made preparations in advance.
He left a teleportation beacon in Abaddon's power armor, which could be used with the Tuchucha engine to teleport Abaddon to Vashtor's side when Abaddon was in danger.

Hopefully, Abaddon can hold out until Vashtor re-enters the material universe. If he can't, it's alright; Vashtor has a contingency plan for that.

(End of this chapter)