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

Chapter 644 Perturabo, Dorn is here!
Luo Xi stood on the wall of Lion Gate and watched with satisfaction as Adam commanded those iron men to advance in an orderly manner on the battlefield.

Adam performed extremely well in both personal strength and command ability, creating a great advantage for the imperial army.

If time was not so rushed and the foundry could produce more iron men, the abilities Adam could display would be more perfect.

He has already used these tens of thousands of iron men to the limit within his capabilities.

Luo Xi, with a face full of pride and complacency, muttered to himself into the void in front of him.

"See what, Vashtor? My creations are far superior to those so-called demon engines you built. Garbage is still garbage after all. No matter how much garbage there is, it won't change anything qualitatively."

"I will keep an eye on you and restrict your soul furnace in every way. As long as I am here, you will never be able to complete your path to ascension."

"The faction you bet on has already used all the cards it can use. What about you? Why don't you even dare to show up? If you don't dare to face the Emperor, how dare you dream of becoming a corner of the Chaos Octagon?"

"The Emperor is right. You are just a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong."

The fighting was intense in the front, and Luo Xi, who was in the rear, did not waste any time. At this moment, he was mobilizing all his authority to resist the encroachment of Vashtor.

It can be said that they share the same suffering. The Emperor is currently fighting against Horus and the Four Chaos Gods behind him in the palace, while he is fighting against the damned Vashtor on the front line.

Since the Emperor entrusted him with the power of Om Messiah, Roshi sometimes fell into deep dreams during his short rest periods.

He dreamed of horror that there was a smaller throne next to the Emperor's Golden Throne, and it was enthusiastically beckoning him to come and sit down.

But dreams are just dreams after all, and it was all a false alarm. Luo Xi was just more cautious in guarding against whether the emperor would blame him again, but he was determined not to accept it anyway.

Faced with Luo Xi's trash talk, the ambitious Lord of the Furnace did not respond at all.

He hides behind the veil, only exerting his power through his followers and demon engines.

The mechanical creations of the Human Empire and even the technical priests of the Mechanicus may be corrupted and degraded by Him invisibly, becoming the medium of the Soul Furnace.

Vashtor controls himself with cold logical thinking. He is not interested in personal honor or disgrace because these are meaningless in themselves.

As a lesser god in the Warp, even though He cannot be compared with the original four evil gods, He is also not comparable to those Warp demons who are controlled by emotional power.

In Vashtor's heart, there is only one thing that is important in the world: that is to complete the path of ascension and become the master of the [Vicious Art] symbolizing the Chaos Octagon.

He just carefully observed Adam who was cooperating with Leman Russ, trying to analyze the essence of this iron man whose mind and soul were suddenly born in the collision between him and Roshi's power.

Adam approached Skarbrand at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, and the Great Demon of Khorne swung his brass axe, trying to chop it into pieces with endless fury.

The bloodthirsty demon has destroyed hundreds of iron men on the battlefield. It is too difficult to kill it with just those consumables.

Each of its attacks can completely destroy Iron Man's self-repair ability, turning him into a pile of scrap metal with no recycling value.

Leman Russ was equally unyielding. Wherever the frost blade battle axe in his hand passed, it left behind countless ice and snowflakes, which was a projection of the warp essence of the Fenris Wolf King.

Even those ferocious bloodletters, or the demon cavalry charging on the bronze bull of Khorne, were all transformed into solidified ice crystals wherever the Wolf King's axe passed.

Their souls had already quietly gone out, leaving only frozen bodies, which would turn into countless pieces at the slightest touch of external force.

The Wolf King swung his axe directly at the other bloodthirsty demon who was trying to stop him. These powerful warriors from the Bronze Arena had all kinds of strange structures, and many of them were not human-shaped at all.

The power of the Blood God is not limited to humans. All races in this universe that have courage and desire to fight will attract the attention of this warp god.

As long as it is qualified, brave enough, and capable enough, the Blood God will generously bestow his blessings on it and elevate it to his own divine realm.

The big demon in front of the Wolf King was as ferocious as a centipede, with each tentacle holding a weapon of different shapes.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, sticks, lances and clubs, even the knowledgeable Leman Russ could only recognize a small part of them.

"What a fuss!"

The Wolf King simply chopped off the opponent's head with the Frost Blade Axe, completely ignoring the strange weapons.

He had no time to waste, for Adam had become entangled with Skarbrand.

Skarbrand cunningly and skillfully entangled with Adam. Its rich combat experience was a warning not to underestimate any serious enemy.

"I must rally the troops!"

After Adam used the Star God Phase Sword and the Power Sword to test the opponent, he immediately realized how difficult the opponent was.

It is true that the Star God Phase Sword can tear the opponent's body into pieces, but this guy's body can also heal itself at a faster speed, even injuries like chopped off arms are no exception.

Even Skarbrand was deliberately feeding him moves, as if he wanted to see the limits of Adam's swordsmanship.

Adam knew very well that what the enemy wanted to do was what should be interrupted, so he did not hesitate to distance himself and transferred a hundred war-type iron men from the battlefield.

These huge heavy firepower output units immediately rushed forward under Adam's will, and then a thunderous bombing began.

These iron men are all special units with enhanced firepower output, and are even equipped with heavy weapons that are only available on some Titan machines.

In an instant, the Gatling gun released tens of thousands of high-speed solid ammunition, enough to tear any line of defense into pieces.

The red-hot volcano cannon fired continuously in an attempt to increase its firepower output to the limit.

The demon army affected by the fire suffered heavy casualties, but with the help of an unknown force, their broken bodies were resurrected again.

"Stop the long-range fire, Adam. The more you fight, the more power the Blood God will bring down. He is balancing the long-range fire damage in this war."

The Wolf King shouted loudly, and Adam, realizing that he had done something wrong, immediately ordered the Iron Men to switch weapons.

The most annoying thing about fighting against enemies in the subspace is their abilities that completely defy logic.

The damage inflicted on demons with fists and melee weapons is more powerful than any high-tech super weapons.

In an instant, the weapon systems of those iron men switched to power fists, and they punched the demons with brutal and violent punches.

Sure enough, the demons that were beaten to death by fists and rotted into a pile of minced meat did not revive again. It seemed that the Blood God had already judged that they were eliminated.

"In that case, then..." Adam collected the combat data of the Iron Men and immediately had an idea.

The iron men who were still alive on the battlefield quickly rushed towards him, their metal bodies were melting rapidly, and the liquid metal immediately merged into Adam's body.

Adam's height suddenly increased from more than three meters to over eighteen meters, and he turned into a metal giant, tall enough to stand on equal footing with the bloodthirsty demon in front of him.

"You want a fist, I'll give you a fist!"

"Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!"

A plasma accelerator extended from the back of Adam's arm, and the surging heat wave accelerated the power fist, and then the fist hit Skarbrand's head heavily.

Even a War Dog-class Titan would have fallen to the ground regretfully under this extremely ferocious fist. Adam was not like those clumsy Titans. He perfectly combined strength and speed.

The bloodthirsty demon roared and took a few steps back, shaking his head as if he was dizzy, but Leman Russ showed no mercy and took the opportunity to chop off its reverse-jointed lower limbs.

"Are you the Iron Man champion?" Skarbrand suddenly spoke, eager to try.

"I'm your father!" Adam roared and blasted him away with a rising dragon punch again.

The experienced Leman Russ immediately flew forward and chopped off Skarbrand's head with his frost blade battle axe.

The sharp axe slid smoothly through the connection between the big demon's head and body.

The bloodthirsty demon who was planning to have a big battle with Adam to win the favor of the Blood God died under the axe of the Wolf King.

Russ spat viciously, hitting the opponent's huge horned head.

"That's all you can do, why are you pretending to be so high and mighty?"

"Keep killing! Where is Perturabo? Get out here!"

For Leman Russ, who had already understood the nature of his own warp, it was not surprising that he killed Skarbrand.

You have to know that even Lorgar Aurelion, the most powerful Primarch, could kill Angras the Unruly by melee combat. The Wolf King's combat power itself is ranked in the upper middle among his brothers.

Even without Adam to hold him back and attract the bloodthirsty devil's attention, he would be able to easily defeat the exile.

"Although we killed the Blood God's great demon, there are still other evil gods' followers on the battlefield. There are too many of them to kill them all."

"Boy, remember what I told you to do, to catch a thief first?"

Leman Russ charged through the Khorne army, and his frost blade axe even began to take on the color of ancient brass.

The Wolf King snorted coldly, and the powerful Fenris arcane force washed away and cleansed, expelling the blessing from the Blood God.

"You mean to find Perturabo? And then behead him?" Adam immediately understood what Leman Russ meant. Indeed, although the Chaos Army is now coming in full force, they actually have a big problem.

Apart from Horus and Perturabo, who was appointed by the Warmaster, no one could perfectly command the Chaos armies from various gods of the Warp.

The cooperation among the four gods has already reached its limit. Do they still want to let the demons of Khorne lead the other demon armies?

Could the demons of the Blood God allow the mixed-up birds of Tzeentch to climb over their heads and let those perverted demons of Slaanesh do unspeakable things to their proud weapons?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

No matter which evil god it is, it is impossible for him to bow to his brothers and sisters.

The existence of Perturabo undoubtedly gave them a brain capable of unified command. It was this Primarch who allowed the ferocious demonic tide to unleash its strongest power.

Some Warp Demons had already climbed onto the Lion's Gate's defenses, but as soon as they landed, they were immediately killed by the Emperor's Claws, which were composed of the Custodians and Sisters of Silence.

The battlefield was now in chaos. Not only Adam and the Wolf King were dead, but even Sanguinius, who had just killed three bloodthirsty demons and was covered in blood, was also dead.

The Prince of Pleasure's Grand Keeper of Secrets, Xarathi Sinister, is currently struggling with Sanguinius. This Slaanesh demon, who was born specifically to fight other Chaos Daemons, is extremely powerful. Even Skarbrand has tasted defeat at his hands before.

Rogal Dorn was leading his descendants in the battlefield, while elite warriors of the Imperial Fists such as Pollack and Lann were guarding their father firmly.

This was the first time that the Grand Steward of the Terran Guard had personally taken action. Prior to this, he had always been stationed in the atrium, with powerful warriors such as Sigismund or Pollax executing his will.

The anger that had accumulated in Dorn's heart for many years was constantly vented. He held the giant chainsaw sword Storm's Fang that killed Alpharius in his hand. Every time he swung it, the Warp Demons and Chaos Space Marines would be cut into pieces of meat on the ground.

Although his attack was not as fast as that of Sanguinius, nor as free and casual as that of Chagatai Khan, nor as reckless and impulsive as that of Leman Russ, it revealed a sense of steady and solid progress.

Wherever they went, the Empire's positions continued to advance.

Even those extremely agile Slaanesh Daemons could not get any advantage in front of Dorn. After Dorn's Stormfang cut a Great Keeper of Secrets in half, the fallen phoenix Fulgrim finally could not sit still.

Fulgrim, who embodied the mentality of a snake man, held poisoned swords in his four arms and attacked like a gust of wind, with a momentum even greater than that of the great demons under Slaanesh.

"Hey, my most boring brother, you are here?"

Fulgrim's magic sword tore Dorn's shield apart. The Terran brows tightened, and he used the shield in his left hand to block the opponent's sword, pulled it over hard, and smashed the fallen brother's head with the shield.

No matter how ferocious Fulgrim's sword strikes, Dorn remained steady, shielding himself behind his adamantine storm shield before finding the right moment to plunge his greatsword into the enemy's open ribs. Dorn's defenses were impenetrable, and though his shield was constantly under attack, his body remained unscathed. The more impatience Fulgrim grew, the more powerless he became against Dorn.

This extremely boring battle quickly consumed the Fallen Phoenix's fighting spirit. After being hit by one heavy shield blow after another, he staggered backwards, trying his best to regain his balance.

Dorn instead began to pursue his opponent, constantly alternating attacks with his shield and Stormfang, and successfully slashed the fallen brother's collarbone with his sword.

Blood of a strange color flowed from Fulgrim's mouth. He licked his own blood and sneered.

"You are such a stubborn stone. What else can you do besides working hard like this?"

"I can also kill you!" Dorn responded coldly.

Dorn was about to continue the pursuit, but Adam's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Listening to the other party's plan, Dorn instantly had an idea in his mind.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Dorn pushed Fulgrim's sword away with all his strength, then shattered his shoulder armor with Stormfang. Fulgrim stabbed with his sword without any retreat, but hit the storm shield again.

The two Primarchs collided and fought each other, with swords facing each other in the narrow distance between them. Even a strong warrior like Sigismund could not withstand such a battle. Only the Primarchs could do this.

Suddenly, Dorn's movements stiffened as if an old injury had recurred, and Fulgrim seized this flaw. The Fallen Primarch immediately began to expand his advantage and repeatedly repelled Dorn.

"You are beginning to run out of strength, brother." Fulgrim's voice was like the most ambiguous whisper, like a cold snake hissing in his ears.

"Come, embrace joy. The Dark Prince can grant you a body that never tires, inexhaustible strength, and the charm that makes you interesting."

Adam landed on the ground with a dazzling flash of plasma. He showed no weakness and used the C'tan Phase Sword to block Fulgrim's attack.

"Huh? This feeling?"

After exchanging a few moves with this iron man who appeared out of nowhere, Fulgrim was surprised to find that Adam's swordsmanship contained an extremely complex flavor.

There is the brutality and tyranny of Lionel Jonson, the freedom and casualness of Chagatai Khan, and the cautious strategy of Rogal Dorn.

I have learned everything, but I have not mastered anything.

The Demon Primarch's attention was instantly distracted, and he wanted to have some good fun with the little guy first.

If it was the former Phoenix Lord, it would be impossible for him to be distracted during the war.

But now he has been completely corrupted by the power of Slaanesh, and his mind is full of wandering thoughts, and he will immediately divert his attention if he catches any of them.

He couldn't die anyway, not even the power of the Sisters of Silence could completely wipe out the Daemon Primarchs, their essences had been taken away by the Dark Gods behind them, and unless Slaanesh wanted to kill Fulgrim, he was practically immortal.

"Rogal Dorn is here! Perturabo, come out and see me!" Dorn took the opportunity to roar loudly, and his penetrating voice even drowned out the sound of the brass drums of the Khorne army.

Adam also controlled the Iron Men and began broadcasting on the battlefield at the loudest voice.

"Adam is here! Perturabo, you wimp, you dare not come out even after I scolded you like a dog? Don't you want to take off my head and make me surrender to you?"

"I thought you would behave yourself for a while after I scolded you, but I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. You little scum, if you don't dare to come out, just go back and drink your milk!"

"This boy Adam is trying to force Perturabo to come out for a decisive battle."

Luo Xi was watching the changes on the battlefield every moment. He naturally saw the plan of Adam and Dorn. It was not very sophisticated, but it was simple and direct.

The best way to attract the Iron Warriors is to tell them that the Imperial Fists have built a fortress that no one can destroy.

The best way to attract Perturabo is to let Dorn challenge him personally, to mentally stimulate and attack this Primarch who wants to compare everything with Dorn.

Adam was adding fuel to the crazy fire. He had previously criticized and scolded Perturabo harshly during the battle of Pluto, which made the other party even more cruel.

With these two people to attract firepower, there is no need to worry about whether Perturabo will be fooled.

Even though he knew that this was a conspiracy, he had no choice and he would never back down.

Even if this was a naked fire pit, as long as Dorn was waiting for him in the pit, he had to jump into it.

"Hmm? Why does it feel weird when I say it?" Luo Xi suddenly complained in his heart.

"Among the Primarchs, there are always some who have either very good relationships or very bad relationships. In a sense, Dorn and Perturabo also have a love-hate relationship."

……

On the extremely chaotic battlefield, Supreme Commander Perturabo was controlling the deployment of troops at the rear under the protection of the iron ring robot.

"Kroger, lead the siege troops to move five meters to the left. The wall there is more vulnerable."

"Captain Colclough, your Death Skull's firepower coverage has deviated. Pour firepower toward the coordinates 445.297 and seize the advantageous position."

Through the brain-computer interface and neural cables on his head, Perturabo is connected to millions of scanning arrays. Even the individual auspicious instruments mounted on the Iron Warriors' power armor are continuously transmitting data back.

He is like a processing terminal, solving the problems exposed in front of him as quickly as possible.

The iron ring robots around him even began to pour liquid nitrogen on their master to cool down the extremely high temperature generated by his rapid thinking.

Perturabo was really like an overclocked computer that was in an overheated state. His eyes were full of fanaticism and excitement. He was almost there, just one step away from taking down the Lion's Gate.

The fortress built by Dorne will collapse under his attack. He will completely defeat Dorne and make the other side convinced.

To hell with this war, all he cared about was Dorn. Horus' puppet in the Warp wouldn't be alive for long. Too much Warp energy was eroding his flesh. Even the Primarchs had their limits.

Perturabo recalled how he had seen Horus aboard the Vengeful Spirit not long ago.

The Wolf God was in terrible condition. His physical condition had been deteriorating rapidly since he returned from Ullanor.

"My will is in a higher dimension, fighting with our father. Brother, believe me, we will win."

"I have seized upon the power of the Warp, and I shall be able to lead humanity to a destiny greater than that of the Empire our fathers created."

Horus in front of Perturabo was sitting on the throne, but his spirit was gone. To be honest, Perturabo could only use the word "dementia" to describe the once glorious wolf shepherd god.

The terrifying power of chaos surged in his body, but his consciousness was in a daze. He fell into confusion under the deception and beggarship of the four evil gods.

He even spoke to the air around him, calling out the name of the Warmaster's squire, Malohurst.

He constantly summoned Gavial Loken and Sejanus, seeking their advice and opinions.

Perturabo was too disappointed with his brother. He had already made a plan. As long as he broke through Dorn's defenses and let the Chaos army push forward to the Emperor, he would evacuate directly with the Iron Warriors.

"Except for Horus who is controlled by the Four Gods, no one can deal with the Emperor, and certainly not me."

Although Perturabo was stubborn, he was definitely not stupid. He did resent the Emperor and complained about his injustice and partiality, but he did not actually want to kill the Emperor.

What he had to do was to prove himself, to prove that he was better than Dorne, and to prove that the Emperor had been blind and had chosen the wrong person.

If the Emperor had chosen him, he would have been able to keep the rebels out of the solar system, and the Siege of Terra would never have happened.

"The probability of me winning if I confront my father is only 0%. I will never do anything irrational because I am truly a man of steel, both inside and out. I am the calmest among the Primarch brothers."

Suddenly, Perturabo's sensors distributed on the battlefield sent back some audio signals and transmitted them to his mind.

The iron ring robot that was pouring liquid nitrogen on the Iron Lord's head to cool it down suddenly lost control. The surging liquid nitrogen immediately flowed everywhere, completely freezing the data robot servant next to it.

These iron ring robots, which have been infused with Perturabo's cloned brain tissue, are essentially directly controlled by his consciousness, and their loss of control means that the Iron Lord himself has lost control.

Waves of heat burned on Perturabo's body, and even the extremely cold liquid nitrogen could not resist this heat.

He was like an erupting volcano, releasing a rage that frightened everyone.

Even the Primarch's guards, who were ruthlessly isolated by the iron-ring robots a hundred meters away from him, felt a chill all over their bodies. Although they didn't know what had happened, it was obvious that Perturabo was furious again.

"Don!!!"

"And that damn Iron Man!!"

"You guys!! You guys!! How dare you!!"

Perturabo suddenly jumped up and smashed the precious equipment in his camp to pieces.

His specially made fine power armor unleashed firepower comparable to that of a small Titan, causing the Iron Warriors, who were unaware of the situation, to wonder if the Empire's air force had attacked their ammunition depot.

But as the sounds from the battlefield spread here, everyone heard the provocation and ridicule from Dorn and Adam.

After the Iron Warriors were filled with rage, some smart ones quickly came to their senses. This was obviously a trap set by the Imperial Fists and the damned Rogal Dorn, just to make Perturabo give up the current good situation and take risks!
A war blacksmith mustered up the courage to give Perturabo some advice amid the admiring and anxious gazes of his battle brothers.

"My lord, this is a trap, a conspiracy by the damned Rogal Dorn. You can't go!"

"We have gained the upper hand. As long as we proceed step by step, we will be able to defeat those bastards of the Imperial Fists."

This loyal and brave Iron Warrior tried his best to suppress his inner fear, because Perturabo was now too terrifying.

The Lord of Iron stared at his offspring who dared to advise him with eyes filled with anger. His reason told him that the other party was right, but his emotions urgently needed an outlet.

What did he just say? What was that damn Rogal Dorn?
"How dare you humiliate my brother like this!"

Perturabo directly activated the Terminator, and his right fist disappeared from the spot in an instant. Along with the scream of the sonic boom, the Iron Warrior was embedded in the steel wall of the camp.

All his bones were shattered; not everyone could withstand the Primarch's angry punch.

"Only I can judge Dorn, no one else can."

"What qualifications do you have? Where do you get the courage? Am I too kind to you?"

"You useless people, if you had one tenth of the ability and courage of Dorne's son, I wouldn't be so passive."

However, his anger came and went quickly. The liquid nitrogen on Perturabo's body froze the moisture in the air into ice, and as he moved, there was a crackling sound.

The ice crystals fell to the ground and were trampled into a freezing liquid, diluting the blood and flesh left behind by the unfortunate war blacksmith.

The bright red blood became pale, and the surrounding Iron Warriors looked at Perturabo with extreme disappointment.

It's not just them who are worse than the Sons of Dorn. Their father is also far inferior to Rogal Dorn.

"Take him away and bury him in the Leviathan Dreadnought that I built myself. It will be a bargain for him and it will be his honor." Perturabo waved his hand and asked his descendants to take him away.

"Even if it's a fire pit, I'll jump in!"

　Dorn and Perturabo will have a more "love-hate" relationship

　　
　
(End of this chapter)