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

Chapter 604: Half-brothers (asking for monthly ticket)
Iron Blood, inside the command bridge.

The air seemed to have completely frozen, and extremely low air pressure enveloped the Glorious Queen-class battleship. The cabin was extremely quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were the ticking sounds of the Thinker's computer and the stiff sounds of the servo-servants moving.

No one dared to breathe loudly, for fear of increasing their presence and angering the source of the low-pressure storm, the Lord of Iron, who was currently standing in front of the bridge command platform.

Due to Perturabo's special war philosophy, the Iron Blood is the only one among her sister ships without portholes.

He believed that portholes would cause holes in the warship's structure, and he did not need this extremely inefficient and primitive method of direct observation with the naked eye.

There are a large number of precision detectors distributed on the outside of the Iron Blood. The processing system perfected by Perturabo himself can visualize the collected data and convert it into visual images to be projected on the screen.

Perturabo was surrounded by six iron-ringed robots that he had built himself, with cloned biological tissue of the Iron Lord himself implanted in their metal heads.

Relying on these wetware, the iron ring robot can be directly connected to the signal generator on Perturabo's head, and the battle can be directly controlled by the Lord of Iron himself.

The Primarch was completely disappointed with his offspring, and he trusted the iron ring robots he built himself more because they were fearless, absolutely loyal, dedicated, and never tired.

Outside the Iron Ring Robots are the high-ranking personnel of the Iron Warriors Legion, including Trident and War Blacksmiths, etc. Their status in the Legion is even lower than those Iron Ring Robots.

But now, the Iron Warriors were no longer in the mood to care about the Primarch's preference for the Iron Ring, because with the existence of those robots, at least they would not stand on Perturabo's side.

God knows whether the Primarch would send them all into the Dreadnoughts one by one just to vent his anger or to keep it secret.

Or maybe another eleven-draw kill order?
They were well aware of their father's explosive temper; Perturabo seemed to be perpetually angry, and his wrath was always directed at those closest to him.

He always treats others better than his own family.

Perturabo made a long-distance holographic communication through the helmet of the warsmith Vol Brunn. The Primarch originally intended it to be a demonstration to those Imperial Fists who had managed to defeat the vanguard.

He wanted to announce his arrival to Rogal Dorn, and the feud and hatred between the two Primarchs would be completely resolved in this war.

However, Perturabo never expected that he would encounter such a strange iron man.

There is no doubt that the Iron Man is highly intelligent and has a very close relationship with the Empire, even close enough to be able to carry out joint operations with the Imperial Fists.

Perturabo knew well how difficult it would be for the Sons of Dorn to let go of their resistance to abominable intelligence, for they had inherited their genetic father's stubbornness.

Moreover, this iron man knew too much about his dark history, and he revealed it all in public without any concealment.

This was beyond Perturabo's expectations. In his shock and anger, even his brain, which was comparable to a supercomputer, went into a state of shutdown.

Fricks, the leader of the Trident, also began to curse in his heart. Perhaps he should not have stayed with the Primarch. He didn't know if he would be the first to suffer misfortune.

He glanced at the Thousand Sons Sorcerer Ahriman, whose presence had diminished in the corner. This bastard who had once betrayed the Fourth Legion was now appearing on their flagship in a dignified manner.

Ahriman impressed the Primarch with the friendship between Perturabo and Magnus. He sincerely apologized to the Iron Lord and begged him to help him find Magnus.

"Hehe, the Primarch has always been more tolerant towards others, but extremely harsh towards us. How sad it is." Fricks lamented in his heart, "Why is our father this guy?"

"why?"

"The Fourth Legion, which shouts that it is made of steel both inside and out, is no longer a complete piece of steel. Countless cracks spread from it, and it is only barely held together under the high pressure and power of the Primarch."

"This aggregation is extremely dangerous because steel has to withstand harsh environments and it cannot be brittle."

The citybreaker was well aware of the Legion's problem, but he was unable to solve it. However, this was the most desperate thing, the train driver realized that the train had derailed and was speeding towards a destructive end, but he could do nothing except honk the horn.

The real owner of this train, Perturabo, was even stepping on the accelerator desperately to make it go faster.

……

On the other side, the Imperial Fists, who had successfully launched a counterattack and annihilated the Iron Warriors advance fleet that was attacked from all sides, also began their real retreat.

In order to bite off the thorny bone of the Iron Warriors, Sigismund suffered more than one-third of the casualties of the fleet. The Imperial Fists used the blood of their old enemies to prove their firm determination to keep all enemies out of Terra.

"Adam, my brother."

"I'm sorry for our inherent prejudice against you, I think you have proven your position and loyalty."

What surprised Iron Man was that after he angrily denounced the dissection of Perturabo, the Imperial Fists, who had been extremely cold, showed him an unusually good face.

And a very weird enthusiastic attitude.

Even the black knight Sigismund no longer had a tense expression, and one could even faintly see a hint of an uncontrollable smile at the corner of his mouth.

He has received professional training and usually doesn't laugh unless he really can't help it.

"So this is the fastest way to gain their trust and friendship. I think I understand."

"Next time I see Perturabo, I'll give him another big one."

Adam threw Leman Russ's teachings aside and sealed them up temporarily. It seemed that even the Primarch could make mistakes, and his approach was more suitable for building good relations with the Fenrisians.

As for the Imperial Fists, as long as you hate the Iron Warriors and Perturabo equally, you are acceptable friends and brothers.

And someone like Adam, who criticized Perturabo's shameful behavior from all angles in front of everyone, and made the Iron Lord have no choice but to speak harshly in the air and stomp on his face to the ground, is a half-brother to the Imperial Fists.

Iron man? So what if he is an iron man? The emperor didn't say anything, so who dares to have an opinion?
We all serve the Emperor and fight for the Empire of Man. How can we harbor estrangement and grudges against each other just because our physical makeup is different?

Anyone who dares to question their Iron Brothers must first ask whether the Imperial Fists' power sword is sharp!
Isn't such a loyal iron man ten thousand times better than those traitors who bow down to Chaos or even throw themselves into the arms of Chaos?

"Brother Adam, we will relay everything that just happened to the Primarch. I hope you don't mind."

The Imperial Fists' power armor was equipped with sophisticated photographic equipment that could record in real time what the Astartes encountered in the war, and all the details of Perturabo's embarrassment were captured in detail.

Sigismund couldn't wait to see what Dorn thought of this scene. He had always longed for forgiveness and recognition from the Father of Genes.

Under his command, although the Empire lost the planets Pluto and Uranus, it had achieved its strategic goal: blowing up the Gemini Gates, severely damaging the enemy's vanguard, and creating conditions for the Empire's subsequent siege and reinforcement.

This war is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface. The layout of strategic masters such as Ryan and Dorn has extended to the distant future, and each of their decisions has its own profound meaning.

The rebels did get a precious springboard, but this also meant that they would deploy most of their forces on this hard-earned springboard, which was equivalent to directly locking down many of the enemy's strategic intentions.

The distance from Pluto to Terra will be a desperate distance for the Empire to set up countless ambushes and defenses for the rebels. The Primarchs are ready to weaken the rebels step by step.

(End of this chapter)