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

Chapter 622: Perturabo, the King of Ideas (Please Subscribe)
"Damn it, how can we defeat Terra with these insects?"

Perturabo still had that expressionless face, but deep down he had already started cursing.

He had already asked Horus about his next plans, but the Warmaster's answer was to let him do as he pleased.

"My brother, I have more important things to do."

"The future has changed dramatically. Our father has stepped down from the Golden Throne. He is now waiting for our arrival on Terra, and I must restrain him so that he does not directly join this war."

"I put pressure on him at the subspace level, reducing his control over the solar system so that our demonic allies can land smoothly."

When Horus explained his difficulties to Perturabo, the anger and resentment in the Iron Lord's heart suddenly disappeared.

This was not because he understood Horus's difficulties, but because of the following sentence.

The Emperor has returned.

His father, the man he hated and admired, had returned.

Only Perturabo himself knew the coldness and fear that came from his heart when he heard the news from Horus.

This traitor Primarch, who firmly believed that he was made of steel both inside and out, suddenly felt a crack open in his heart, swallowing up all his anger, hatred, and arrogance.

Perturabo had been able to see the man named Cygnus X-Anomaly in the Milky Way since he was a child. He also called the thing that troubled him all the time the "Eye of Terror".

He knew better than any other Primarch how terrifying the Emperor's power was, the cold sun that absorbed human faith in the Warp. Even those legendary gods were far inferior to the Lord of Mankind.

For a moment, Perturabo thought about abandoning these monsters. After all, with the current strength of the rebels, it is almost impossible to defeat the empire.

It would be better to retreat to the Eye of Terror with his legion while there is still time.

Subconsciously, Perturabo didn't think that his group could defeat his father. If Horus failed in the confrontation with the Emperor, then everyone would be doomed.

However, the Iron Lord's self-esteem and competitive spirit quickly eliminated the idea of ​​retreat. Anger and hatred flowed in his heart, and the emotional side ultimately defeated the rational side.

Even if he had to face the Emperor, he would question his father face to face, why he and his legion had worked diligently and shed blood and sacrificed for the Empire, but had never received the proper honor and praise?

Why does the Emperor always choose Dorn? How is he better than himself?

Perturabo will not retreat even a single step before fulfilling this long-cherished wish.

"In the past, I obeyed the Empire and sent my legions to fight in the most difficult and dangerous places."

"Even after my betrayal, I still served Horus and shed blood and died for his ambitions."

"But now, I can finally obey myself, and I want to prove myself!"

"I will break through Dorne's defenses, I will fight my way to the Emperor, humiliate and ridicule Dorne's incompetence, and the Emperor's shortsightedness, and then leave."

Perturabo imagined a perfect future for himself and decided to work towards it.

The flames of jealousy burned in the heart of the Iron Lord, like a blazing furnace, but on the outside he still looked indifferent and cold.

He glanced at the several legion representatives attending the meeting and already had a plan in mind.

Didn't everyone treat the Iron Warriors as cannon fodder and squander them wantonly? Now it was my turn to give orders, so I would let them have a taste of that feeling.

"Everyone," Perturabo said.

"Let's discuss how to overcome the defenses Rogal Dorn has set for us." The remaining representatives all turned their eyes to the Primarch. Although they all had their own plans, they still gave Perturabo due respect on the surface.

Looking at the playful expressions in these people's eyes, Perturabo didn't need to guess what they were thinking.

It's nothing more than waiting to see him make a fool of himself and let the Iron Warriors continue to fill the line and die.

Although the Iron Lord is extremely disappointed with his offspring, he is now increasingly compassionate towards his troops, simply because the supply of the rebels is a big problem, and even the Iron Warriors' genetic adaptation and replenishment capabilities are somewhat overwhelmed.

Perturabo's expectations of the outcome of this war were decreasing, and he had to make plans for the future.

Of course this war still has to be fought, but if these people still want the Iron Warriors to sacrifice themselves, then they are not in their right minds.

His multi-threaded thinking, which was only inferior to Guilliman's, quickly arranged the most "appropriate" uses for each legion.

"We have already won the first step. We have taken Pluto and Uranus as springboards for our army. With these as our starting points, our reinforcements are coming in continuously."

After the Battle of the Twin Gates, although Perturabo and Eichmander lost a considerable number of troops, they also got the coveted landing point as they wished.

It is like a nail, firmly nailed into the interior of the solar system's defense line, serving as a breakthrough in the empire's strong defense.

Under the orders of the Warmaster, the Dark Mechanicus is continuously transporting the war weapons they produce to these two planets, including the Forge Lord Vashtor, who is also transporting the demon engines in the contract here.

The Iron Warriors are reinforcing these two planets. Planetary anti-ship weapons are placed on the surface of the planets, and the huge anti-aircraft guns can even be seen directly from space.

More than four thousand warships are entering the solar system through this gap, engaging in a brutal war of attrition with the Imperial warships being transferred from other lines of defense.

"But we can't storm the defense line as Dorn predicted. This is definitely a way to die."

Perturabo suddenly said, causing immediate surprise among those present.

As we all know, the Iron Lord and his legion are best at siege battles and stalemates. They will use saturation firepower to carry out covering bombing, and then the legion soldiers will use hot-melt weapons and other weapons to carry out siege warfare.

But when it comes to tactics, it seems that the Iron Warriors hardly use any tactics at all, which also causes the 4th Legion's casualty rate to be far ahead of all the legions.

Perturabo had a sneer on his face. It was not that he did not understand tactics. In fact, his brain, which was comparable to a supercomputer, recorded countless classic tactics. He could use his brain to deduce and simulate the direction and changes of the entire war.

He just didn't want to use it. Those pieces of junk couldn't keep up with his pace and couldn't perfectly carry out his ideas.

So he simply shifted his focus away from the military and let the Iron Warriors win the war with their blood.

"Dorn wanted to lock our attack direction to Uranus and Pluto, so he gave these two planets to us half-sold and half-given. If we really do what he planned, we can only force our way through the hundreds of defense lines from Uranus to Terra."

"Dorn's plan is an open conspiracy and is almost impossible to avoid. But that's not the case for me." Perturabo was proud of himself for being able to see through his enemy's strategic intentions. This was a contest between him and Dorn.

"We must use a surprise attack, otherwise even if we can take it down, our strength will be reduced by 80%."

Perturabo's eyes seemed to be glowing as he enthusiastically spoke of his insights and how he planned to break this seemingly deadlock.

He enlarged the star map of the solar system with both hands and directly connected Uranus and Terra into a straight line.

"We cannot defeat the Empire in a war of attrition, but our advantage is that the Warp is always on our side. We can only use the power of the Dark Gods at a cost."

"With just a grand sacrificial ceremony, we can launch a miraculous jump attack directly from above the ecliptic plane of the solar system. No matter how many lines of defense there are, as long as we can bypass them, they will be equivalent to non-existence!"

(End of this chapter)