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

Chapter 645 Dorn and Perturabo (Three in One)

Adam's plan was half successful. Faced with the close taunts from Dorn and Iron Man, even the rational Perturabo abandoned the safer approach.

As long as Perturabo fought according to the original plan, it was almost inevitable that the Empire would be breached by the Chaos Demons at the Lion's Gate, and humans would have no choice but to withdraw their defense line to the Eternity Gate.

Behind the Eternal Gate is the true core of the palace, the throne room where the Emperor and the Golden Throne sit.

Every human being is fighting desperately, using the weapons in their hands and their fearless courage to add even the slightest possibility for the continuation of the human race.

The Custodes, the Sisters of Silence, the Astartes, the Mortal Auxilia, the Knight Families of the Mechanicum, the Skitarii and the Titan Legions all risked their lives.

The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage. In this doomsday moment, countless people have used their lives to interpret the value of this sentence.

"Are you luring my juicy brother here?" Fulgrim was still fighting with Dorn. In such a fierce battle, his condition did not decline at all. The power of the Prince of Pleasure kept him in peak condition.

"Let me think, I got a taste of Perturabo back on the Crone World of Laidelis, in the ancient Eldar fortress of Amon Nishak Kelis, he was really moist."

"It is by absorbing his life essence that I have become what I am today. I am completely different from before. I am more perfect now, in every aspect."

Even Dorn felt his strength declining from the constant twisting and turning and shield defense, but this Primarch, who was as heavy as a mountain, would never show the slightest weakness.

"You are really not going to try to persuade me to return to the right path? My brother, your words are much more powerful than your sword."

The Fallen Phoenix wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand. He also stuck out his snake-like tongue and licked his own blood and the blood of Dorne left on the sword with great intoxication.

"How I wish I could hear some tender words from your mouth, such as, brother, you have been deceived and corrupted by the warp, you should turn back from your mistakes, it is too late now."

"Perhaps I will really listen to your advice and return to my father?"

However, while Fulgrim was wasting time, Dorn launched two quick attacks. The Imperial Fists balanced attack and defense with incredible skills. Storm Fang and Storm Shield connected with each other, performing one beautiful combo after another.

Dorn's combo was incredibly perfect, and even Fulgrim found it difficult to find loopholes and could only passively take the attack.

Adam on the side was also madly learning Dorn's skills. He did learn combat skills from Primarchs such as Llane and Jaghatai, but in front of Fulgrim, the master of swordsmanship, Adam was still too immature.

His swordsmanship was all learned and imitated, and he could even simulate and reproduce the fighting techniques of the Primarchs in his memory 100%, but those were not yet his.

Adam's fighting skills were more than enough for fighting against the Astartes, but when it came to fighting against the Primarchs, he was completely flawed.

The Iron Man's left hand was seen using liquid metal to create a hard shield, while the Star God Phase Sword in his right hand was emitting a cold glow.

The two power arms behind his shoulders were equipped with plasma weapons and melta weapons, and he suddenly displayed the essence of Caliban's swordsmanship.

Fulgrim's sword caused fatal injuries to Adam many times, but unfortunately, due to his abnormal self-healing ability, it was difficult for Fulgrim to kill this iron man.

The psychic attack, which had a relatively obvious effect, was completely shattered by the black stone bomb fired by the opponent.

In order to target enemies in the subspace, Adam's body stores a portion of anti-psychic black stone and soul-killing bombs made from the ashes of the Untouchables.

However, due to their rare number, Adam would only use them when he encountered a strong enemy like Fulgrim.

The Fallen Phoenix was not careful enough and was hit twice on his shoulder armor by the Soul-Destroying Bomb. Now his body and armor there have not fully recovered.

Dorn made another feint, and his Stormfang shattered the opponent's golden neck guard. Then the Imperial Fists hid themselves behind the adamantium shield again, avoiding Fulgrim's furious counterattack.

"No interest, the only thing I'm interested in is killing you."

Faced with Fulgrim's repeated verbal provocations, Dorn, the stone, finally uttered a word between attacks.

As Dorn spoke, half of his attention was on the lookout for Perturabo, who might appear at any moment, and Fulgrim was aware of his distraction.

"Boring! Boring!"

The Primarch of the Prince of Pleasure was immediately deflated. Such a battle was too boring. He would rather fight with guys like Chagatai or Guilliman, and it would be best if they could tease each other verbally.

For the minions of Slaanesh, they seek pleasure, and some are even fascinated by pain, but their only fear is the void of feeling.

Without the ability to feel emotions, every Daemon of Slaanesh would go mad.

This is also the reason why Slaanesh demons become more and more perverted. They must rely on stronger stimulation to fight against the gradually expanding sense of emptiness.

Dorn was obviously the Primarch who was closest to this concept. His extremely cautious and restrained style of play turned the entire battle into a boring war of attrition, like a turtle hiding in its shell, occasionally poking its head out to bite the enemy.

Just when Fulgrim was about to leave the battlefield and go find some fun, the long-awaited Iron Lord finally arrived.

"Don, here I come!"

"The grudge between you and me will be settled today!"

A cold snort sounded in the air, and the iron ring robot released fierce heavy laser firepower, expelling all the warp demons that were ready to move.

A total of eighty-one iron ring robots surrounded Perturabo. They were powerful war weapons, and their individual combat capabilities were even stronger than those of Adam's war-type iron men.

Moreover, they are all directly controlled by Perturabo's remote consciousness and possess the reaction and combat skills of a Primarch.

The Imperial Fists immediately gathered around and stood beside Dorn. Lann and the others knew that if they intervened in a battle of this level, they would most likely die in obscurity, but no one cared about that.

As long as they can block one damage for Dorne, their mission will be accomplished.

Adam immediately summoned a group of war-type iron men to confront the iron ring robots around Perturabo.

Judging from the appearance alone, the iron men around Adam with their streamlined bodies and silver-white luster are more in line with human aesthetics.

Perturabo's creation exudes a chilling murderous intent. The undecorated and unembellished black and yellow appearance and the gears and bearings directly exposed are full of cyberpunk flavor.

"Are you ready, Iron Boy who has insulted me so many times?" Perturabo stared at Adam, his eyes full of greed and possessiveness. "I can give you another chance to surrender to me. My patience has a limit."

Adam suddenly felt annoyed. This guy started chanting again.

What a pity, such a nagging original body.

"Enough, you stupid idiot," Adam interrupted. "I don't know how you dare to make me submit. Your self-proclaimed wisdom and character are nothing but inorganic excrement."

"But you are quite shameless. I should learn to be shameless from you. Look at Fulgrim beside you. He deceived you into looking for the forbidden weapon of the Eldar [Angel of Extinction] and plotted against you in the Crone World.

You have also been sucked of a lot of life essence and strength by him, and now you can still stand side by side with him. Are you a masochist? Are you secretly happy when others torture you? This is really eye-opening for me. "

"You are a step late. Fulgrim just praised you for your smoothness."

Adam's verbal attacks once again confused Perturabo, and the Lord of Iron swelled up like an angry pufferfish.

"Do you remember what the Emperor said when he took you away from Olympia?" Adam's question touched Perturabo's heart. He had never forgotten it, but he didn't want to remember it.

"The Emperor says to you: You are as brave and fearless as I intended, and you have made the world peaceful. Will you serve me? Will you join me and pledge yourself to serve humanity forever?"

Perturabo did not want to recall, but his superhuman memory allowed him to recall every detail.

At that time, he answered the Emperor with absolute loyalty.

"I will always serve you faithfully. This is my oath."

"Your path will be difficult. Few people can shoulder such a heavy responsibility. Never tired, never surrender, always ruthless. You will be my King of Steel." The Emperor sighed.

The Primarch who had betrayed his old oath looked extremely embarrassed. Adam was helping him recall the past. His pursuit of moral perfection was backfiring on him.

Perturabo has always wanted to use the moral values ​​of the ancient Terran philosopher-kings to restrain himself, which is closely related to his conceited nature. However, he is also aware that many of the things he has done are seriously immoral.

But no one dared to expose his shortcomings in front of him. Even Horus kept appeasing this capable subordinate and helping him cover up his mistakes.

Perturabo pretended nothing had happened, being strict with others and lenient with himself.

Adam continued to press on: "Look at yourself, what a mess you have become now. You haven't completed a single thing you promised the Emperor, and you still blame yourself, thinking that everyone owes you and has failed you."

"You betrayed the Emperor and rebelled against the Empire. You are disloyal and unfilial."

"You betrayed your brothers and abused your children. This is unkind and unjust."

"How dare you, a piece of trash like you, compete with Dorn, and how dare you expect me to surrender!"

Iron Man Adam launched all the verbal attacks he had prepared at an extremely fast speed.

Even Rogal Dorn couldn't help but nod in agreement after hearing such a logically rigorous and well-reasoned argument.

Well, quite like Chagatai Khan.

Perturabo was still immersed in Adam's mental attack. At this moment, his eloquence, which he was proud of, was gone. He did have many excuses to explain, but they all seemed too pale.
After all, Adam didn't lie at all, he just recounted what he had done.

If he refuted it, wouldn't it prove that these were all facts? When you take out a piece of yellow unknown object from your crotch, it doesn't matter whether it is shit or not.

The truth is often the most hurtful. If Adam had been talking about another Primarch instead of Perturabo himself, the Iron Lord would have mocked him.

But this is me, how could I become that disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unjust bastard?
As the operator became restless, the iron ring robots even began to lose their formation.

Officially known as Iron-Ring Domita Ferrumgi Autofighters, these iron creations are war machines designed and built by the Lord of Steel himself. They are even taller and more majestic than the Primarchs themselves.

Each of the hoop robots was equipped with a powerful live-fire weapon called the Olympia-type bomber on its shoulder. Angron was well aware of its shooting power and speed.

Even the Demon Prince of the Blood God was beaten so badly that he had to reason with Perturabo.

Adam shifted his attention to these unique war weapons. The scanning system on his body cracked the iron ring robot and observed it clearly. In a flash, he had the opponent's design drawings in his thinking matrix.

"Although Perturabo is a terrible person, he does have extraordinary talent in creation."

"He should be not a general, but an engineer, designer, artist and inventor."

"The combat effectiveness of these iron ring robots is indeed unique compared to the war-type iron men under my command. They have extraordinarily enhanced defense and offensive capabilities, and are particularly suitable for surprise attacks on small-scale battlefields."

Adam made an objective comment, and an interesting thought arose in his mind.

The Iron Ring Robot is also equipped with a gravity hammer as a melee weapon. This weapon with amazing technological content can adjust its own force field strength when attacking, so that the moment the hammer hits the ground, it can burst out with a lethality that is dozens or even hundreds of times its mass.

Even fully-armored Space Marines seemed extremely vulnerable in front of the gravity hammer.

As long as the gravity hammer hits the torso completely, even a flesh and blood body protected by solid armor will be hurt internally by the extremely brutal and overbearing force.

The Kalseri battle shields on their left arms are equipped with special reactive armor that can effectively resist enemy artillery attacks and can also enhance the energy fields of other nearby shields through enhanced energy fields.

This chain reaction defense mechanism allows the iron ring to protect Perturabo like a moving castle.

However, their maneuverability is far from optimal. War Iron Men can utilize their plasma reactors to fly long distances or even parachute directly from low Earth orbit. Can the Iron Ring Robots even fly? "Based on simulations, I'd need three or four War Iron Men to replace one Iron Ring Robot, and that's not even considering Perturabo's personal control."

Adam came to the conclusion within 1 microsecond, and then he requested permission from his Creator.

"Oh? This kid learns very quickly." Luo Xi was a little surprised, because Adam would not come to him for trivial matters.

"You want me to help you copy Perturabo's iron ring robot? Okay, okay, I'm a teachable kid." Roche laughed heartily.

"Your stuff is great, but unfortunately, it will be mine in the next second."

Luo Xi responded immediately. He used the authority of Om Messiah and directly projected it onto Adam through the air.

For a short period of time, this iron leader also possessed the ability to create things.

So on the battlefield, Adam allocated a part of his computing power and began to recast and transform the war-type iron men around him.

In full view of everyone, the three iron men merged into one another. Their materials began to separate and then reassembled under the influence of an incredible force.

So those three-meter-tall war-type iron men became extremely similar to the iron ring robots in just a few tens of seconds.

The only difference is that compared to the iron ring robots on the opposite side, which retain the steel base color and are painted in black and yellow, the color scheme has changed.

In addition, Adam also wrapped the exposed gears of the original Iron Ring Robot to further reduce its defensive weaknesses, and retained the original Iron Man's plasma nozzle at the rear of the body, allowing it to continue flying and moving.

The number of war-type iron men around Adam was reduced to one third of the original number, and they were all transformed into the iron ring robots that Perturabo was proud of. Even in terms of mobility, they were his improved versions.

"It was Om Messiah who sent down His gifts."

"Praise the God of All Things, praise Om Messiah!"

On the chaotic battlefield, some Mechanicus priests who were fighting with their Crusaders, as well as the Knight Mech pilots who formed a formation to charge, witnessed this miraculous scene.

For them, this was the greatest manifestation of the power of Om Messiah.

Can that iron man invite the power of Om Messiah to possess him?
Then isn’t he God’s choice of Om Messiah, the messenger who walks the world on his behalf?

Adam didn't know what those followers of Om Messiah would think of him, he just knew that Perturabo's face in front of him had become even worse.

There are cows, there are cows!

And you are so arrogant in front of me!

The Lord of Iron had already been criticized to pieces, and now he had to watch his creation being plagiarized by that damn Iron Man. Immediately, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat, but he swallowed it without showing any emotion.

He could not afford to lose his composure in public; his precious reputation could not afford such a waste.

He brought only 81 iron ring robots this time, which was the maximum number he could accommodate while ensuring that there were no errors in operation. If there were more, his command efficiency would decline.

As for the number of machines around Adam, based on what he observed with his naked eyes, there were already more than two hundred.

Using one's own spear to attack another's shield, Perturabo instantly remembered the stupid fable of Ancient Terra.

Fulgrim on the side was already so amused that he had completely lost control of himself. His long, slender body coiled on the ground, forming the shape of a chair, with his upper body leaning on it.

There weren't many opportunities to laugh at the jokes of brothers, especially the jokes between the rigid Dorn and the twisted Perturabo.

"My brother, what do you think? As long as you ask, I will help you defeat Dorne, and then you can tie him back to your castle, and then..."

The grenade launcher on Perturabo's shoulder fired instantly, covering Fulgrim's face with bullets, while the dusty Fallen Phoenix was still laughing. For him, this level of attack could only give him the pleasure of being abused.

"You sharp-tongued boy, I hope you can still smile so brightly later." Perturabo's anger towards Adam was even as furious as Dorn's. At least although Dorn hated it, he would never deliberately humiliate others.

Dorn did not deliberately target anyone, nor did he deliberately curse anyone. He just told the truth to everyone under any circumstances.

All the iron ring robots immediately reorganized their formation and, under the control of one will, launched an attack on Adam.

Perturabo was completely enraged, his anger condensed into cold murderous intent, his deep and bottomless eyes stared at Dorn and Adam.

He said nothing more, for these verbal debates were no longer important.

The Lord of Iron now only wants to defeat Dorn, then capture Adam, and use the rust virus he developed to wear down the Iron Man's body bit by bit, while torturing his consciousness with chaos waste code.

He swore that this would be a long torture, perhaps a thousand years, or even ten thousand years.

The iron ring robots took action, surrounding Perturabo in the center and blocking Fulgrim in the outer area.

Perturabo, who had suffered a great loss at the hands of Fulgrim, was unwilling to trust this bastard again. He would never forget the failure in the old woman's world.

Fulgrim used the Maugta Stone, a gift to his brother, to cast an evil psychic spell that instantly paralyzed Perturabo and knocked him to the ground.

All of the Iron Lord's power was absorbed by this psychic object, and after sacrificing a portion of Perturabo's life essence, Chemos' Phoenix was completely upgraded to a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh.

Perturabo was prepared to include Fulgrim as a target of attack, but that would be after the other party showed malicious intent. He did not want to turn against Fulgrim and settle old scores at this time.

At the same time, the Imperial Fists around Dorn also began to form a formation. Soldiers holding adamantite storm shields stood in the front, and high-powered storm bolters were pointed at Perturabo from the shooting holes.

Polux was wearing a set of red and blue power armor, and among his many Imperial Fists brothers he looked like an Ultramarines.

However, after they formed a defensive formation, Adam also controlled those imitation iron ring robots to block the Imperial Fists.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird because both sides used the same weapons of war, and the Empire had more iron ring robots.

"It's really a horror, but that bastard Perturabo has become a joke. With these iron men rushing in the front, our fighting brothers can at least suffer fewer casualties." Polux sighed.

Lann, holding a two-handed power axe, couldn't help but look at Pollax with strange eyes. He felt that after the other party came back from Macragge, some of his ideas had diverged from the Legion.

Every Imperial Fist does not consider casualties, they only care about whether they can complete their mission perfectly. Besides, sacrificing for the Primarch and the Empire is the glory that every Imperial Fist pursues throughout their life.

And Pollux seemed a little too stingy, too...Guilliman.

Of course, Lann did not say these words that would hurt the brotherhood. After all, Pollax was still their fighting brother.

Perturabo, surrounded by iron-ring robots, was like an indifferent ancient Greek sculpture, holding the famous Furnacebreaker hammer in his left hand.

The creation of the Forgebreakers began with the first meeting between Fulgrim and Ferrus, when the two brothers forged weapons for each other and exchanged them.

After Ferrus was killed in Isstvan V, his head and the Hearthbreaker were presented to the Warmaster by Fulgrim, who then gave the Hearthbreaker to Perturabo as a gift.

This powerful weapon connects these Primarchs together. Some of them have died, some have betrayed the Empire, and some still maintain their loyalty and strength.

The Furnacebreaker unleashed powerful pale lightning in Perturabo's hands. After the weapon fell into his hands, the Lord of Iron made many unrecognizable modifications to it again, making it even more powerful and omnipotent.

The iron ring robots began to move forward under Perturabo's will, and the clanging Kalseri battle shields formed a moving steel defense line.

The energy fields on the surface of these large shields even resonated with each other, connecting into a high blue-purple wall.

The bombs or plasma and other long-range weapons fired by the Imperial Fists were blocked when they hit the wall formed by this energy field, and disappeared into thin air after absorbing all the kinetic energy.

The Iron Warriors further out also gathered around, clustering around their Primarch, and smashed into the Imperial Fists' defenses like a battering ram.

When enemies met, they were extremely jealous of each other. The two legions attacked and fought each other, killing their enemies with the most ferocious artillery fire.

A large number of armored vehicles left deep marks on the battlefield. The veterans wearing Terminator armor relied on the cover of tanks and gradually took the initiative on the battlefield.

Lann and other high-ranking members of the Imperial Fists also dispersed, and the companies of the two legions were intertwined with each other, dividing the battlefield into small pieces.

Soldiers will face soldiers, generals will face generals, and kings will eventually face kings.

"This is a crazy war. Only one legion is destined to survive this war." Perturabo's most trusted son, City Breaker Frix, shouted in his heart.

"Is it the Imperial Fists or the Iron Warriors?"

The sound of explosive shells piercing power armor echoed over the battlefield. The horrific noise of chainsaw swords humming and tearing flesh had already numbed the hearing, and the explosion of gravity hammers smashing vehicles was even more horrifying.

Anger and hatred pushed this already crazy war into an even more intense stage.

The Trident used his power hammer to hit the helmet of the Imperial Fists warrior in front of him. Although the tactical helmet made of adamantium was not seriously deformed, the bones and flesh tissue protected by the helmet were pierced and crushed under the impact.

After all, Fricks is one of the few strong men among the Iron Warriors, and ordinary Imperial Fists are no match for him.

"But, can we win? Or, what if we win?"

Fricks' voice was full of sarcasm and indifference. Most of the Sons of Perturabo were inexperienced recruits, and this desperate war had taken a heavy toll on them.

Even though they fought bravely here, Perturabo would always see only the iron-ring robots surrounding him, not their flesh-and-blood offspring.

"Fire, fire!" Perturabo's voice left no room for argument, and the hoop robots, remotely controlled via wetware, responded in unison.

The shells and energy beams fell like a rainstorm, first hitting the iron ring robot controlled by Adam.

The explosion burst out on the steel bodies, and these iron men's bodies were damaged in an instant.

Fragments flew and structures collapsed, but they began to regenerate themselves within a few breaths. The presence of liquid metal made them more resilient than the war weapons of Perturabo.

The iron ring robots poured fire on each other, and Adam was still adjusting the strength in his body and adjusting the status of his warriors.

He never simply imitates his opponents. Although Perturabo's iron ring robot is unique, it is not a perfect creation.

Adam relied on the feedback data to conduct exhaustive analysis and constantly make up for the weaknesses of his iron men.

Therefore, in this brutal war of attrition, Adam and the Iron Men are constantly evolving according to the characteristics of the enemy and becoming more powerful.

This is a glorious evolution, witnessed by the Om Messiah.

The confrontation between the iron ring robots gradually tilted, and Perturabo clearly felt that the enemy on the opposite side had become more difficult to deal with, and even his own control could not reverse the original situation.

Realizing that there was no time to delay any longer, Perturabo immediately charged in the direction of Rogal Dorn, brandishing his Hearthbreaker hammer.

Dorn also held up the Storm's Fang and rushed towards Perturabo amidst the flying bombs and energy rays.

The two brothers will eventually face off.

　You can guess the ending of Dorn and Perturabo, no prizes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)