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

Chapter 646 is Little Perturabo (Three in One)

After Perturabo brutally suppressed a rebellion on his homeworld of Olympia, the unhappy Primarch joined Horus's side.

He traveled extensively for Horus, contributing his best efforts.

The Iron Warriors were present at the Massacre at Isstvan V, the Battle of Fal, the Assault on Five Hundred Worlds, and the Siege of Terra. He was the backbone of the force that truly fought through the entire Heresy.

And all of this is for this moment today.

He finally had a chance to compete with Dorne in front of the palace and in front of his father.

Perturabo's brain had already simulated this duel thousands of times. The Hearthbreaker hammer in his hand drew a perfect arc and slammed towards Dorn with unstoppable force.

His strength, speed, and skill are irreplaceable, and only a warrior with ultimate mastery of his body and weapons can display such abilities.

Intense pale lightning exploded as the hammer moved, and Perturabo was like the god of thunder in ancient Terra mythology, bringing punishment to his enemy.

This is not lightning brought about by technological power, but a manifestation of pure psychic energy.

Perturabo has never shown his true strength, but ever since he was severely tricked by Fulgrim, he has been trying to use the power hidden in his body.

All Primarchs are psionic beings, so strictly speaking, each Primarch has the ability to use psionic powers.

As for a certain Macragge who is a psychic idiot who knows nothing about anything, it is very likely that his psychic power is too strong. When he denied himself, he actually curbed his psychic talent.

This is as outrageous as ordinary people thinking that oxygen is highly toxic, and then actually experiencing a poisoning reaction after inhaling oxygen.

Facing the powerful attack from his archenemy, Rogal Dorn did not dodge or evade. He held up a huge adamantium storm shield in front of him, blocking most of the lightning attacks.

Even the lightning replenished its energy, and under the control of the Primarch, it directly bounced the attack back.

The lightning struck Fulgrim, who was watching the show, directly, and instantly the prince of Slaanesh let out a strange cry of both pain and pleasure.

"Well……"

Fulgrim's half-human, half-snake body trembled uncontrollably. Some unknown liquid flowed down from his seductive purple body. His scales twisted and rubbed against each other, making charming sounds.

"In my opinion, if you compete with your brother over everything and have been competing for decades or hundreds of years, then the relationship between you is not brotherhood, but something purer."

Fulgrim's whispers echoed in everyone's ears, and almost at the same time, Dorn and Perturabo attacked the damn demon together.

The Hearthbreaker and Stormfang swung out violently, knocking Fulgrim, who was watching the fun, away heavily.

His body was instantly shattered, and even one of his arms was cut off by the Storm's Fang. However, in the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood began to wriggle and connect together, and buds of flesh emerged to fill the gap.

"It's obviously the truth, but you won't let me tell it."

Fulgrim cursed but did not fight back. To him, the empty and boring battle was far less enjoyable than watching a pair of brothers who loved and hated each other fighting each other.

Even if he was killed and exiled by the two angry men, he would only feel that it was worth it.

"That iron boy, wait until the fight between the two of them is almost over, then go and taunt my steel brother."

"Perturabo needs stimulation and encouragement from others, otherwise he will become complacent and play badly. The more you stimulate him, the more intense his reaction will be."

Fulgrim, who was watching the battle, took out a handful of soul stones, which were the spoils he had killed and looted on the battlefield.

The souls of the Eldar warriors who died in battle returned here, and now they were being crunched by Fulgrim as snacks.

The duel between Dorn and Perturabo continues, and no Astartes is qualified to participate.

The warriors of the two legions tacitly took the battlefield where their genetic fathers fought as the core, surrounding the battlefield layer by layer, and even those subspace demons were excluded.

The Iron Warriors also disliked the Warp Demons. They hoped that Perturabo could defeat Dorn fairly and suppress the morale of the Imperial Fists in front of them.

The collision between the Furnacebreaker and Stormfang produced a deafening metallic collision sound, and the keen hearing of the Astartes close to the battlefield was instantly hit hard.

Violent electric sparks exploded, and layer after layer of shock waves surged endlessly with this as the center. The earth cracked under their fighting, and every confrontation between the Primarchs would leave deep marks on the ground.

For these Primarchs with monstrous powers, if they really loosened their restraints, they would even trample the ground directly.

However, as the battle continued, the frequency of Perturabo's heavy hammer attacks began to increase, and the attacks that seemed to be able to tear apart all obstacles were blocked by Storm's Fang again and again.

Storm's Fang is a powerful chainsword forged by skilled craftsmen on the Dornish homeworld of Invert. But now its monomolecular teeth are gradually breaking down, and the weapon's machine spirit is growing increasingly exhausted from the confrontation.

Perturabo sneered, "Dorn, I modified this hammer from Fulgrim to be more effective against your weapon."

"I have already secured the victory, and the next step is just a matter of time."

Dorne simply responded with violent force and immovable defense. Even if he had to fight with the enemy for three days and three nights, Dorne would never take a breath.

The scene of the two Primarchs fighting was difficult to capture with the naked eyes of the Astartes. Every collision was enough to release powerful aftermath that could tear all great warriors into pieces.

More and more people were intoxicated in the collision of power, and even forgot that they were also fighting on the battlefield.

Perturabo's hammer shattered half of Dorn's shield in a collision and grazed his golden power armor, while Dorn's Stormfang also passed over the obstacle and left a cruel scar on Perturabo's breastplate.

Adam was watching anxiously from the side, he had controlled his group of iron men to defeat Perturabo's Iron Guard, but he had no ability to intervene in this duel.

He was trying to determine what weapons he had that would be suitable for this situation. Conventional weapons such as heavy bombs, plasma, and melta simply lacked sufficient killing power against the Primarch.

These monsters with demigod bodies can always dodge and evade as long as they are not covered by firepower that is absolutely impossible to avoid.

"How can I hurt Perturabo without causing serious harm to Dorn?"

"Father, what should I do?" Adam asked Luo Xi for help again in his heart. He didn't know how to make a decision.

Roche was also in trouble. He tried hard to observe Dorn and Perturabo in a higher dimension.

The projections of these two Primarchs in the Warp were both in a state of chaos that had not yet awakened, but generally speaking, Perturabo's projection was much dimmer.

"Fulgrim sacrificed a part of his essence, so Perturabo's essence has a flaw. This may be a breakthrough point."

Luo Xi suddenly had an idea and saw that there was an extremely strange thing wrapped around the other person's body.

It was a misty, flickering, strange smoke that was constantly entangling Perturabo. Time was distorted and chaotic under the influence of this stance, becoming extremely unstable.

This is so strange, Perturabo actually carries a distorted time frame on his body.

Suddenly, Luo Xi recalled a meaningful historical record.

"It was in 999.M30, when Perturabo led the Iron Warriors to exterminate a tribe called the Hrud in the depths of Sa-Terrada. This Primarch was hit by the entropy field of those strange aliens, causing his body to age by thousands of years."

"After so long, the alien's mysterious weapon and time-distorting ability have not dissipated? This... is simply incredible."

In 999.M30, the Iron Warriors received orders from the Terran War Council to travel to the Hrud alien force in the Gugann System.

Although the deep area of ​​Sa-Terra where these aliens live is a completely barren place, it is of no use to humans at all.

However, under the will of the War Council, Perturabo, who claimed to be completely loyal to the Empire, still dutifully sent troops to eliminate these abominable aliens.

However, it was not until he actually fought these guys that Perturabo realized how difficult they were to deal with.

The Hrud aliens live inside planets full of voids. They have incredible time-distorting abilities and mysterious weapons. Their entropy fields can cause instant time distortion in any target, whether it is a living being or a weapon or equipment.

The moment the power sword touched them, it rusted away and turned into countless vulnerable fragments.

Some Iron Warriors and Fighter Servants also aged rapidly or even died when they encountered them, or reversed time and turned from Servants that had lost their ability to think back into normal humans.

Some Iron Warriors were transformed back to their pre-modification appearance, their bodies severely rejecting the implants, and in more extreme cases, they were transformed back into crying babies.

The Primarch and the Mechanicus's Magos Zulyn finally found a solution. They built a large stasis field generator to neutralize the entropic fields of the aliens and used it to severely damage the Hrud aliens.

However, their actions caused billions of Hrud aliens to flee from the galaxy, and the extremely terrifying entropy field triggered a space-time shock wave.

Time and space were torn apart, the Iron Warriors suffered heavy losses, and Perturabo was also affected and aged.

For example, Roche's good friend Barabas Dantioch, suffered a great loss in the battle against the Hrud aliens, and his body aged two or three thousand years, which led to his fragile and old appearance.

However, the Primarch's body was much stronger, and Perturabo showed no obvious changes.

But now Roche knew more details, because the strange ability of the Hrud alien had not weakened with the passage of time, and it still entangled Perturabo like a leech.

Perhaps even this proud Lord of Iron himself did not know his true physical condition. In addition, Fulgrim plundered and sacrificed part of his essence. He was really like a piece of steel that was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Although he looked smooth and tough on the surface, his inside was already riddled with holes.

"He is dying, and perhaps one day Perturabo's flesh and blood body will suddenly die." Roxi observed everything and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"What is the origin of that Hrud alien? Why does it have such a terrifying and dangerous strange power?"

But now Roche obviously couldn't wait for Perturabo to die of old age. Since the other party was entangled in this unknown time-distortion force field, the best way was to detonate it.

This would be the most effective way to strike Perturabo without causing too much harm to Dorn.

After all, time weapons only have such an effect on beings like the Primarchs, whose bodies are almost immortal. They might only have one hair turned white after being hit by a time weapon.

Luo Xi's thoughts were quickly transmitted to Adam's thinking matrix, and he immediately understood what he should do.

Using the authority of Om Messiah, Adam transformed on his chest, extending a giant cannon that glowed with a faint blue light.

Countless misty and distorted fogs spread at the muzzle, and the microscopic particles that were touched immediately began to jump and move in unimaginable ways, making it difficult to see their true appearance.

Fulgrim could not help but stare sideways, for he could taste the distortion of time.

Subspace creatures inherently possess the ability to ignore time and space, which is a characteristic bestowed upon them by the Sea of ​​Souls. But now, he felt that it was the power of pure matter that distorted time.

"Interesting, interesting. It's too naive to think of using the power of time to deal with the Primarch." The Fallen Phoenix sighed. He just thought that the iron man named Adam in front of him was a little whimsical.

Perturabo, who was fighting with Dorn, also noticed Adam's unusual movements. He suddenly became furious, and the loss he had suffered at the hands of that damned Hrud alien in the past resurfaced in his mind.

But Dorn held him tightly, and his damaged Stormfang slashed towards Perturabo.

The Lord of Iron did not dare to be careless at all. He quickly lowered his head. The high-speed rotating monomolecular teeth of the chainsaw sword brushed against the edge of his helmet, bursting into countless flashing sparks.

"Just go for it, Adam!"

Dorn's voice rang out, without the slightest trace of fear or hesitation.

"Shoot at me."

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists knew that he could not take down Perturabo in a short period of time, and the best way to break the deadlock in this war was to bring Perturabo down.

As long as the Iron Lord is unable to command the war, the rebels will be in disarray.

For the Emperor and his noble mission, Dorn fears no harm.

Adam understood Dorn's intention, and he put all the energy of his reactor into the giant cannon on his chest that condensed the time distortion force field.

Humans had already conducted in-depth research on space-time weapon technology during the Golden Age and the Dark Age of Technology. The stasis stance currently circulating in the empire is a glimmer of the past.

However, this weapon was too dangerous, and could very likely cause a chain reaction of catastrophic destruction. Even humans in the Golden Age wouldn't use it carelessly. But now, there was no time to worry about it.

A dazzling beam of light gushed out from Adam's chest, and endless colorful mist spread out, making the entire battlefield appear hazy.

Time is disrupted here. In some places, there is an instant acceleration phenomenon, and everything seems to be decayed and collapsed after thousands of years of weathering; while in some places, there is a chaotic countercurrent, and everything reverses toward the upstream of the timeline.

Perturabo did not want to take the blow, but Dorn's entanglement made it impossible for him to do anything.

Out of some irrational instinct, he suddenly felt that the damage caused by this blow might be beyond his imagination.

When he closed his eyes, the hideous and hideous images of the Hrud aliens could still appear before his eyes.

"how come……"

Adam's time distortion force field hit the two Primarchs who were fighting to the death, and an invisible space-time ripple instantly erupted on the battlefield.

Only someone like Roche, who can see the world from a higher dimension, can see that the turbulent time is undergoing some unknown changes.

The strength of Adam's attack was far from reaching this level, but it was like a fuse that detonated the entropy field created by hundreds of millions of Hrud aliens that were entangled on Perturabo's body.

Even Roche couldn't calculate what the consequences of this would be, and the psychic nature of the Primarch made the variables even more complicated.

The fight between the Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors suddenly stopped, and everyone was nervously waiting for the result.

Did Dorn defeat Perturabo, or did Perturabo defeat Dorn?

At this moment, even the dark gods who were confronting the Emperor became curious.

Especially the Lord of Change. When he was hit by the time distortion field, he suddenly observed that the future had changed again. At this moment, the timeline branched out into countless new branches.

"Change, change is always a good thing."

And when the hazy light slowly dissipated, the two figures reappeared.

Well, Rogal Dorn is still here.

What about Perturabo? Is he dead?

Huh? Little Perturabo?!

Everyone had the psychological expectation that the time-distortion stance could not kill the Primarch.

As the highest crystallization of the Emperor's genetic engineering, each Primarch has a demigod-like body and his own warp essence.

The Primarchs who have not yet awakened the essence of the Warp already possess incredible abilities such as super strength, super endurance, super wisdom, super vitality, etc., and their bodies have almost infinite lifespans. Time is the most useless thing to them.

For example, when Perturabo was attacked by the entropy field of the Hrud alien, his body only aged a few thousand years.

He is not like Dantioch, who is so old that he can only rely on the life-support system of power armor to survive.

However, those who play with time will be played by time.

If Perturabo's warp nature is still intact, then as a psychic creature, the impact of the time distortion stance on it will be very worrying.

But it was precisely Perturabo, who had previously sacrificed part of his Warp essence to Fulgrim, that caused the Iron Lord's Warp essence to become incomplete and weak.

With this series of moves, the defect was instantly magnified infinitely.

The real universe in which humans live is extremely disgusted by any behavior that interferes with the normal operation of time.

Because this will lead to loopholes and errors in the logic and development of the universe, which is essentially the same as the real universe's aversion to subspace.

And now, the real universe's punishment for those who disrupt time has finally come. It has discovered two disruptors, Perturabo and Dorn, but there is a loophole in the former's warp nature.

Persimmons should be picked soft and pinched.

Guided by some mysterious logic, the punishment inflicted on Perturabo by the real universe was much more severe than that inflicted on Rogal Dorn.

Adam's time-distortion field, the entropy field left over from the Hrud aliens in the past, Perturabo's incomplete subspace nature, and the punishment bestowed by the real universe all mixed together to form an almost unrepeatable accidental event.

In front of everyone was Rogdorn, who was over four meters tall in armor, and little Perturabo, who was no taller than sixty centimeters.

The former Iron Lord was naked, and the huge heavy armor was pressing on him like a ruin. Perturabo struggled to climb out of his armor.

……

The entire battlefield was left in dead silence, and even Fulgrim let go of the Eldar Soul Stone in horror.

Those crystal clear snacks suddenly fell to the ground, making a tinkling sound.

This……

This...what the hell is going on!

With Dorn and Little Perturabo at the core, all the Iron Warriors, the Imperial Fists, fell into a state of stiff shock that penetrated deep into their bones.

The Emperor and the Four Gods who were observing from a higher dimension also saw this scene.

"Not only do you have a new daughter, you also have a new son!"

"Perhaps you could let your daughter nurse your youngest son, since he doesn't look like he's been weaned yet."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The Lord of Change laughed so hard that his whole body trembled, and he gave the Emperor a warm greeting.

"Children... a warm big family..."

The moment the loving father saw little Perturabo, he could no longer suppress the desire to obtain another Primarch.

Aisha would surely like this little Primarch, and she would not be so unhappy all the time.

Nurgle wanted to give Elsa a child, a precious child!

"You disgusting fat otaku, get away from here!"

Slaanesh directly gave Nurgle a whip, which created rolling waves on the giant creature that was like a mountain of flesh.

"Fulgrim, bring him to me, bring him to me!"

Prince Pleasure gave orders directly to Fulgrim, who was closest to the battlefield. This was the first time he had instructed Fulgrim to do something.

You have to know that before this, even when Lorgar took him away, Slaanesh just acquiesced instead of saying it himself.

Prince Pleasure does not like to force others, he prefers to induce others to make choices willingly.

He was anxious, he was really anxious. How could such a unique little Primarch fall into the hands of other bastards?

Slaanesh spoke personally, and Fulgrim, who was currently playing badly on the battlefield, had to change his attitude.

That is his immediate superior, the one who determines whether he can continue to enjoy himself in the future.

Although his status in the Six-Ring Silver Palace was unmatched by any Chaos Demon, and Prince Joy gave him almost all of his love, it did not mean that he could act recklessly.

Fulgrim knew very well that Slaanesh just didn't like to lose his temper, but that didn't mean he had no temper.

"It seems I can no longer stand by and watch, my brothers."

"Give me little... Perturabo!"

The Fallen Phoenix drew out its sword and rushed towards Dorn and Perturabo, who had just escaped from the time distortion, at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

Dorn immediately raised his adamantium storm shield, which had been tattered in the fight with Perturabo, and only the rough skeleton was left.

The Primarch suddenly felt a strange sensation in his body. His strength and speed were slightly weakened compared to before. Only Dorn himself could notice it.

"I've aged, at least physically."

After Dorn evaluated himself, he put everything behind him. Now was not the time to think about these things. At least compared to others, the price Perturabo paid was much heavier.

The great Lord of Iron has reached the weakest point in his life.

Even around the 792nd year of the th Millennium, when the Primarchs were thrown across the system by the Warp storms and Perturabo fell onto Olympia, he had grown into a teenager.

The young Perturabo helped the people of Olympia hunt several legendary beasts and was discovered while climbing the mountains of the Rochos State.

The Primarchs grew and developed at different times; Guilliman was a baby in a cradle when he fell on Macragge, while Perturabo skipped that infancy.

Now Perturabo looked like a child. He had lost the terrifying power of his primarch and his armor, and it was impossible for him to pick up his Forgebreaker hammer.

However, little Perturabo still retained his original neural implants in his head, and these things actually shrank along with him.

The Lord of Iron quickly tore off some pieces of his original underwear and draped the strips of cloth over his shoulders, which was quite similar to the traditional customs of the Olympians.

"No, this isn't supposed to be like this!"

Little Perturabo still had the same temper as before. He was roaring and roaring, but unfortunately no one would be afraid of the roar coming from a child's voice.

Even Dorn instinctively felt that his...little brother was angry, or even throwing a tantrum.

"It's ridiculous. I would rather he died gloriously here." Empire Stone couldn't help but complain.

He struck Fulgrim hard with his broken shield, but the serious traitor Primarch did not retreat at all, but swung his sword even more vigorously, like a purple storm.

"Give him to me, give him to me!"

"I can let you go, and then I will withdraw from this endless battle, Dorn!"

Fulgrim's long snake tail almost caught little Perturabo, but at the last moment, Dorn reached out and grabbed the little brother in his hand.

With the size of Rog Dorn's palm, he could even drag the opponent directly in his palm.

Little Perturabo grasped Dorn's fingers tightly, using a strength that was completely unbecoming of a child of his age to prevent himself from being captured by Fulgrim.

"Ridiculous! Too ridiculous! Why have I become like this?!" Perturabo's screams never subsided, but Fulgrim seemed even more excited and rushed forward even harder.

If he knew this would be the outcome, Perturabo would rather die with Dorn than choose such an ending.

And now, in order to avoid being taken away by the disgusting Fulgrim and the Prince of Pleasure behind him, Perturabo even held Dorn's fingers tightly.

"Go and save father! Quick!" Fricks of the Trident roared to the Iron Warriors. They saw clearly that their genetic father had turned into a naked child running around on the ground, which instantly cost them their lives.

But no one cared about this shame. The most important thing now was to rescue Perturabo. With his current strength, any stray bullet or artillery shock wave would be enough to be fatal.

No matter how resentful or hateful they are, no Iron Warrior would agree to abandon their genetic father!

Quack! Give my little father back to me!
　A little boss wearing a Greek robe. I can't find a suitable picture, so I'll just take a look.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)