Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 602 Perturabo's Desire
"Heart of steel, steel inside and out. This has always been the creed and battle cry of the Iron Warriors."

"But when this sentence comes out of the Iron Man's mouth, it's obviously more realistic, but it sounds so weird..."

The Imperial Fists who came to carry out the decapitation mission felt speechless, as if they were just here to run along and witness how their old rivals were slaughtered by the Iron Man.

Even the elite Templars found it difficult to keep up with Adam's speed. In their eyes, Adam could only leave some afterimages.

It's not that he has mastered any special force-generating techniques, it's simply because Luo Xi shaped his eldest son according to the best standards.

He used the authority of Om Messiah to shape the best materials. Every part of Adam's body is the crystallization of cutting-edge technology.

Without the blessing of authority, it is impossible to create a comparable physical existence by normal means.

Although Adam and his mass-produced war-type iron men seem to be very similar in appearance, they are essentially two completely different things.

If the value of the golden armor worn by the Imperial Guards is equivalent to a living planet, then the value of Adam's body will be even more exaggerated.

The Fists of the Empire looked at the scene before them and couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis.

Although the Astartes are still a high-end force relied upon by the Empire today, they are no match for the Iron Man in terms of cost-effectiveness and quantity.

They are war weapons created by the Emperor. They can accept their fate of dying on the battlefield, but they absolutely cannot tolerate being eliminated by some other existence.

Being able to die gloriously on the battlefield is a very decent ending for all Astartes. Their glory and dignity, and their loyalty to the Emperor and the Empire will be sublimated at the moment of death.

As for the Iron Men, although they seemed to be no different from humans, the Imperial Fists still stubbornly believed that these guys had no sense of honor.

With the death of the Warsmith, the Iron Warriors' offensive was completely defeated.

Almost all of Horus's factions have similar flaws, but if the battle goes well, they can display unrivaled bravery and combat effectiveness.

Once they fall into a stalemate or disadvantage, the morale of the legion will begin to weaken. There will always be people who prioritize preserving their own interests and execute orders at a discounted rate.

For example, in the current Iron Warriors fleet, some people have begun to retreat. They have the Imperial Fists holding up in front of them, while deadly space debris are constantly flying from the back.

As a result of these factors, some warships began to break away from the fleet and flee into deep space.

Sigismund would naturally not miss such an opportunity. He ordered the fleet to open fire at full force, using deadly weapons such as macro cannons, light spears and torpedoes to turn the entire space into a graveyard for the rebels.

The galaxy was burning, and the wreckage in Pluto's orbit was ablaze. The burning ships of the Iron Warriors looked incredibly small in comparison.

Next to Adam, all that was left of the dead war blacksmith was a head wearing a helmet. After detecting that his vital signs had disappeared, the helmet began to move strangely.

A holographic projection appeared on the helmet's display screen inside the dark battleship, and the Imperial Fists immediately turned their guns and stared at the projection with extreme vigilance.

In front of everyone's eyes, a huge being about four and a half meters tall, covered in exaggerated Terminator armor, stretched his body.

He was not wearing a tactical helmet. Dense and orderly cables spread from his skull to the power armor behind his head. The armor and weapon system with a high sense of technological beauty was exposed in front of everyone, and it looked more like a natural work of art.

But when everyone noticed his facial expression, they instinctively felt a sense of fear.

The man in front of him had a three-dimensional face as if it was carved by a knife and an axe. He was as handsome and tough as a statue in ancient Terra, but there was always an emotion called anger between his brows.

He was angry, angry all the time, hatred and resentment mixed together, creating a depressed mood.

The Imperial Fists instinctively raised their alert to the highest level. This was their nemesis, the traitor to the Imperium, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo. "Brunn is dead after all."

"Nothing escapes my calculation."

"He is a weak person, and the fate of the weak is never unexpected. The impurities in steel can only be removed through constant tempering."

The Lord of Iron, who appeared in the form of a holographic projection, did not show any anger, but instead a heart-pounding calmness.

Not only did he not feel sad about the death of his son, but he also showed a sense of relief.

Even the Imperial Fists, who were on the opposite side, felt a chill at this extremely cold attitude.

In Perturabo's eyes, his offspring were nothing more than consumables that could be squandered endlessly. They could die at will and had no value while alive.

"Sons of Dorne, you have done well. My brother is worthy of being my chosen enemy. His offspring are as good as he is. Since my son has brought shame upon me, there is no need for him to live."

When the Templar heard this, he became furious.

"You are a despicable traitor. How dare you stand shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor's loyal heirs? Your sons fought to the very end. We have different views, but we will not humiliate their bravery!"

The sons of Dorne have exactly the same character as their father, absolutely upright and absolutely sticking to the facts.

They all witnessed how Warsmith Browne faced an absolutely unbeatable enemy, and how he shouted "steel inside and out" before he died.

And such a person did not receive any pity or respect from Perturabo at all. There was no doubt that Perturabo was a complete bastard.

"Oh? You actually think these pieces of trash can be put to good use? Weird, weird."

The Lord of Iron laughed out loud as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous.

"My men only need strong ones, and they died, which means they are not the offspring I need. Flesh and blood are so weak, only steel can be eternal, even my offspring is no exception."

"I accepted the order of Horus and came to wipe out you foolish loyalists. The more Iron Warriors sacrificed in battle, the more it can prove my dedication to Horus. I have made many sacrifices for his great cause, and I should be the one to take the greatest credit."

The Iron Lord's "sacrifice theory" made everyone's scalps tingle, and they felt extremely disgusted and disgusted by his behavior and tone.

"You are wrong." Just as the Imperial Fists were thinking about how to refute each other, Adam spoke.

He stood in front of Perturabo, and the Lord of Iron looked at Adam with interest, showing greed and desire as if he saw a priceless treasure.

"Sacrifice means voluntarily giving up personal interests in exchange for greater benefits for the collective. The soldiers under your command died unintentionally, and they did not gain any greater strategic value. Their death only shows your stupidity."

"It was your son who died for you, but you acted like you were greatly wronged and humiliated, as if everyone should be grateful and bow down to you for your noble sacrifice. All of this is just foolish self-admiration."

The Imperial Fists nodded excitedly, Adam had accurately expressed their thoughts. Most of the Astartes' energy was focused on training and war, so their vocabulary for insults was extremely scarce. In the end, all they could say was traitor and betrayer.

Perturabo laughed instead of getting angry. He found that the performance of this special iron man in front of him was even better than he expected.

Even his hoop robot was nothing but trash compared to it.

The better Adam performs, the happier the Lord of Iron will be, because he will definitely take him into his possession and make him a new creation to replace the iron ring robot.

(End of this chapter)