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

Chapter 575 Feels inferior to Roger Dorn
Confined inside the iron-ringed robot, the Void Dragon slightly extended its energy tentacles, piercing into the structure of reality.

This was effortless for Him, almost instinctive.

Even with its fragmented memories, the Void Dragon still remembered the sea of ​​energy from the very beginning of the universe.

Scalding energy fills the still-narrow universe, where matter is an unformed concept. Only photons surge and collide within it, forming electrons and positrons that annihilate each other. Quarks and gluons, not yet bound together, roam freely through the universe, forming a dense quark soup in temperatures of hundreds of millions of degrees.
As for atoms? That was still a distant concept; in that era, even protons and neutrons were still waiting to form.
And it was in that era that the Star God was born.

They are the very energy surging through the universe, the energy that would later determine the laws of the material universe, and they share the same origin. The boundary between the star gods and the universe is not so clear, just as the boundary between a single-celled organism immersed in a primordial ocean and the ocean itself is not entirely clear.
Until everything began to cool, neutrons and protons formed, atomic nuclei began to capture electrons to form atoms, and photons escaped the cage of electromagnetism, transforming into the first beam of light to illuminate the entire universe.

The energies that had once been immersed in them began to settle and form matter, while the energies that never cooled down formed them alone.

However, with just a thought, they can still establish a link with the energies that determine the laws of the material universe, and thus easily tamper with the laws of physics.
As for technological creations that manipulate humanity, that's something they can do with ease.

The Void Dragon, controlling the iron ring robot that bound him, slightly raised its arm.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the massive Oberon-class general cannon, under the control of the Void Dragon, disintegrated into millions of components, only to reassemble in the blink of an eye, hovering in mid-air and aiming at Ryan El-Jonson.

The intense heat of the plasma shimmered on the muzzle, transforming into a dazzling pale star suspended high in the sky.

Ryan moved, and the dense forest, its sunlight blocked by a thick sea of ​​leaves, vaguely appeared around him. He wanted to slip into it to avoid the general's cannon aimed at him.

A whooshing sound suddenly rang out, and eight thick arrows fell from beside the Void Dragon, circling in a coordinated manner three to five meters away from Ryan, surrounding him.

In that instant, the layers of dense forest shadows that had appeared around Ryan became blurry, like an old television being jammed during a thunderstorm.
A strange sense of unease also welled up within Ryan, as if his soul and existence were being repelled from his body.

The Void Dragon is the Lord of Blackstone. He can easily smelt Blackstone and manipulate these substances to weaken or amplify the power of the warp.

But he was ultimately just a fragment; the hastily refined black stone was insufficient to completely suppress Ryan Eljonsson's powerful warp forces.

The Void Dragon didn't need to suppress him for long; he only needed to prevent Ryan from escaping into that strange dense forest and from the plasma cannon fire released by the General's Cannon in a short period of time.

The Void Dragon was still uneasy, so it adjusted the laws of physics to make it easier for electrons to be stripped from atoms, forming a denser, hotter plasma.

He couldn't believe that Ryan El-Jonson could withstand a cannon shot powerful enough to destroy a hive city with just that small metal shield.

Even if that shield was imbued with some kind of warp power, it couldn't be used under the suppression of the black stone.

As expected, the lion, finding himself unable to roam the forest, dropped his shield, letting the Imperial Shield fall to the ground with a crisp sound.

It was as if Ryan had given up resisting.
The scorching plasma light stung the lion's eyes, and Ryan reached for his cloak.

Saint Gilles moved so fast it was almost as if he had abandoned his physical body, transforming into a storm composed purely of white and crimson gold.

The storm swept across the battlefield, howling and engulfing one iron-ringed robot after another.

The three hundred iron-ring robots that Peturabo had poured countless efforts into were collapsing at a visible rate.

Peturabo issued a series of commands, exhausting his command abilities, causing the iron-ringed robots scattered by Sanguis to quickly regroup, raising their sturdy shields and transforming into an iron wall to block the storm formed by Sanguis.
The steel walls clashed and clanged. The first layer of shield wall was overturned in the blink of an eye, the second layer of wall held out for only a moment, and the third layer of wall barely slowed Saint Gilles down by a fraction of a second.

Perturabo seized this fleeting moment. He took a step forward, and his body, entirely made of steel, suddenly unfolded. The massive metal components deformed rapidly in a dazzling manner, cables and metal plates growing out like living organisms, countless weapons of war thrusting out from within like the sharp horns of demons.
In the blink of an eye, Perturabo transformed into a colossal steel beast the size of a castle lord knight. His size and weight were so immense that his legs had to abandon their human form, splitting into four pieces that dug deep into the ground to support his body.

Bombs, molten metal, electric arcs, plasma. Peturabo advanced like a thick steel wall, unleashing a barrage of fire upon Sanguis.

His warhammer slammed into the storm unleashed by Sanguis. The shockwave from the collision of the two Primarchs nearly shook the entire planet, and the resulting light was visible to the naked eye from orbit.

Bigong's spear suddenly pierced through the storm, carrying immense psionic power, shattering the warhammer in Perturabo's hand.

That warhammer was hastily crafted by Perturabo and was inferior to the Forgebreaker, which was forged by Forgrim and modified by Feralus and Perturabo, and could not match the Spear of Bigong, which was forged by the Emperor himself.

Shards of the shattered warhammer scattered everywhere. Perturab suddenly reached out, his massive steel fist grabbing the Spear of Bigon. The metal structure on his arm twisted, forcefully pulling the Spear, along with Saint Gilles, towards himself. Saint Gilles, however, used Perturab's strength to meet the attack head-on, using his bare body to withstand Perturab's onslaught of fire, and punched Perturab's exposed face.
The deflection field generated by the massive iron halo was shattered by Sanguis's punch, which slammed into Perturabo's face.
Perturabo's face was contorted and his bones were broken. He let out an angry battle roar and swung his fist at Sanguiles' face.

Bang! ! !
Saint Gilles didn't even flinch, taking the brunt of the massive steel fist.
“It doesn’t feel as powerful as Dorn’s punches,” Sanguires smiled, then punched Peturabo in the face one after another.

In pain, Peturabo couldn't help but retreat repeatedly.

"Your pride in your tenacity and endurance is nothing to speak of, not even as good as Dorn, or even Mortarion."

Saint Gilles said with a contemptuous tone, taking the Spear of Bigon from his hand as Perturabo retreated.

"You ridiculous and weak bastard!"

Sanguires' repeated use of the phrase "inferior to Dorne" provoked Perturabo, causing him to nearly lose his mind in anger and burst into a tirade of profanities:
“Forgrim, Guilliman, and you are all the same. You dress up beautifully and enjoy honor and adoration, how can you understand my resilience!”

"The pain I endured was a hundred times more intense than yours, how dare you mock me for not being resilient enough?!"

Saint Gilles chuckled slightly: "Your suffering is a hundred times more intense than mine? Then you must have been torn apart by Horus a hundred times over."

Peturabo was speechless.
He realized he had just said something foolish, but he refused to admit it, so he gritted his teeth and said:
"Again!!!"

But the only response he received was a faint, gentle smile from Saint Gilles.

That smile carried pity, tenderness, compassion, and holiness all at once—that damned smile.
“There’s no need to come again,” Saint Gilles said softly.

Before Perturabo could raise any questions, the iron-ringed robots, as if to verify Sanguis's words, all broke free from Perturabo's control and turned to look at him.

"What?!" Perturabo roared in disbelief. He glanced around and found that all the Iron Ring Robots had tiny green pills stuck to their bodies.

Saint Gilles' words had just provoked Peturabo's anger, so much so that his mind was clouded by rage and he didn't even notice the green pills.

“This is the Machine Ball, a gadget from Saint Doraemon,” Saint Gilles said calmly.

This tool has only one function: to turn the objects it sticks to into automated devices that can be controlled by the user.

These iron ring robots were stuck together by the machine pellets, becoming automated robots under Sanguis' control, which in turn surrounded Peturabo.

From the very beginning, Sanguielles was deliberately provoking Peturab's anger, trying to cloud his judgment and make him overlook this little trick.

Peturabo froze on the spot as he stared at the iron ring robots surrounding him.

He looked at Saint Gilles, and finally gritted his teeth.
"You just wait!!!" Perturabo uttered a harsh threat, then without hesitation, he vanished from the battlefield through the teleportation device inside his power armor.

Saint Gilles shook his head slightly.

Peturabo was far weaker than he thought.
The machine ball is not without its flaws. The biggest problem is that this device consumes batteries; the built-in battery is only enough to move the controlled object about 700 meters.

In other words, if Peturabo persists a little longer, these iron ring robots will be back in his hands.

Unfortunately, Peturabo became frightened and fled, unable to hold on.

“Steel rusts easily,” Saint Gilles shook his head slightly—then his movements suddenly stiffened.

(End of this chapter)