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

Chapter 826 Return to the Era of the War of Heaven
It was Guilliman who grabbed Peturabo by the collar.

After defeating the orc emperor, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and searched the empty orc palace for any possible spoils of war.

Whether the Kork orcs failed to restore the ancient technology or had already taken it with them along with the orcs on Greenskin, Loshi and the others found nothing.

However, instead of finding the orcs' technological relics, they have now made an unexpected discovery.

"Yo yo yo, isn't this my little brother Peturabo?"

"How long has it been since we last saw each other? A century?"

"You're still so small, it's okay, you're cute even when you're small."

Guilliman held Peturabo in his hand with just two fingers, making sarcastic remarks as he did so.

"Kee! Lee! Man!!"

Perturabo, with his round head, roared in a shrill voice, but to Guilliman's ears, it sounded like a child throwing a tantrum.

Peturabo scratched at the Makulaq's arm with his fingernails, but he couldn't get through the hard armor.

"Let me go!"

However, Guilliman only stretched his hand forward slightly; the little thing was small but had a loud voice, making his ears a little uncomfortable.

His attention immediately shifted to another golden-armored giant, and an indescribable joy overwhelmed him, drowning out all other thoughts.

"Dorn! You're here too!"

"Your Majesty, you have finally brought back my most reliable brother!"

Even the master of Emperor Fist was somewhat bewildered at this moment.

He and Peturabo have been swept up in the turbulent currents of time over the years, sometimes appearing on a remote planet during the Great Crusade, and sometimes even thousands of years after the Great Crusade.

Although the temporal turbulence left them powerless, it also allowed them to witness many cruel futures, especially the future of the human empire, which chilled Dorn's heart to the bone.

Rogue Dorn possesses the most unwavering and indomitable will of all Primarchs.

But even Dorn's will almost not have survived compared to the future he saw.

The empire he saw had been completely reduced to a corpse with no hope of rescue, only maintaining a half-dead state due to its enormous size.

The empire was too vast; whether one wanted to completely destroy it or completely save it, it was an impossible task.

Dorne and Perturabo witnessed a great deal and lent a helping hand to humanity on many occasions, but they were only two people and could not make any significant changes that could turn the tide.

They could throw the stranded fish back into the sea, but there were just too many stranded fish for them to handle.

"This is the first time I've encountered an opportunity to end all of this during my time travel."

Dorn spoke with a rare hint of impatience; he had to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If they could get help from Guilliman, perhaps they could completely break free from this out-of-control time travel curse.

He was now very worried that this damn random time travel might strike again at any moment. If that happened, Dorn would probably regret it and punch himself twice.

"Loxi!"

"Quick! Quick! Here!"

Guilliman immediately shouted, and people from all around the orc palace rushed over.

Rosie thought Guilliman had found some technological relic or encountered some unexpected danger, but when he rushed over, he saw his old friend whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

Beside Lothie were Sigismund of the Black Templar and Danteok of the Nirvana Steel. Upon seeing their Primarchs, the two could not contain their emotions.

"Father!"

For the first time, Sigismund, who had always maintained an indifferent and aloof demeanor, lost control of his emotions.

The Son of Dorne rushed to the golden-armored giant and grabbed Dorne's arm armor tightly with his own hands.

He repeatedly called for the other Black Templars and Imperial Fists to come over via the communication channel. After so many years, they had finally found their Primarch again.

By the name of the Emperor, Sigismund will never allow his Primarch to leave again, no matter the cost!
Danteok, on the other hand, frowned. He felt no excitement at seeing Perturabo again; instead, he felt an urge to beat him up again.

Suddenly, Danteok felt a jolt of excitement. He was eager to see what Perturabo would look like when he witnessed the Steel Legion he had created.

After a brief moment of shock, Lothie swiftly used her psychic powers to seal off the abnormal spacetime state of Dorn and Perturabo.

He had only heard Guilliman mention that the two Primarchs were cursed with the ability to randomly travel to different timelines due to damage they had suffered from time-space weapons.

But hearing about it is just hearing about it; it's not as clear as seeing it in person.

Loshi had never seen a human being so entangled with such complex causal threads of spacetime.

In particular, Perturabo suffers from the aftereffects of the entropy weapon, the remnants of the Iron Man time-space weapon, the stubborn influence of psionic energy, and most importantly, the rejection from the real universe.

At least four different forces reacted to each other within him, like four balls of yarn tangled together and then jostled along the road for hundreds of kilometers, eventually causing the yarn to become completely tangled and impossible to untangle.

Dorne is in a slightly better position, but the situation is still extremely complicated.

What's even more critical is that the spacetime flow vectors on the two individuals are opposite, and they can only temporarily achieve a state of equilibrium when they are together.

"Please help me, use your power to temporarily counteract the repulsive force of the real universe."

Lothie whispered to Danteok, and the humanoid star god immediately suppressed his disgust for Perturabo and fully cooperated with Lothie's request.

The power of fragments of the Star God, the ruler, flows through Danteok's body. As the darling of the real universe, the Star God can almost be regarded as the embodiment of the laws of physics.

Its power is naturally a repulsive force against the real universe, and it has a very good confusing effect.

Thanks to the combined efforts of Lothie and Danteok, the random time travel status on Dorn and the other person was finally temporarily relieved.

"Alright, you don't need to worry for now. You'll just randomly disappear in the next second."

Loshi breathed a long sigh of relief, and Dorn's tense face finally relaxed a little after hearing this.

"Thank you," said the master of Emperor Fist.

Peturabo remained arrogant, but Dorn immediately smacked him on the head with a sharp "thump."

"Say thank you, Rosie and Danteok, for helping us."

"As the son of an emperor, has your manners shrunk along with your physique?"

Hearing Dorn's rebuke, Peturabo finally managed to squeeze out a sullen "thank you."

Lothie's expression was strange. In his memory, Peturabo was still that tyrannical, irritable, conflicted, and traitorous Primarch.

But this little kid with a round head and chubby face is completely different from the one I remember.

“Dantiok, your power… it’s not psionic, it’s pure material power.”

"what is this?"

Peturabo Jr. seemed to be deliberately changing the subject, staring at his son with a curious expression, as if he wanted to get an answer.

"Yes, it's not psychic energy, but I don't want to tell you exactly what it is."

There's no reason why, I just don't want to tell you.

"After all, you used to be like this too, never telling us why you were angry."

Danteok's cold and hard attitude left Perturabo feeling utterly humiliated. The little guy gave a disgruntled snort and then turned away, refusing to look at his son who had made him lose face.

The Iron Lord sensed that there was something about his son that he couldn't understand at all, something completely different from the Danteok he remembered.

But he couldn't quite explain what it was.

“If Lord Roche and Lord Guilliman hadn’t spoken up for you, I wouldn’t have helped you.”

You tyrant of Olympia, you rebellious teenager who will never grow up, you moody psychopath, you're in a very good state right now.

"At least now, if you get angry and upset, you won't hurt the people around you."

"Without your power, can you still vent your bad temper on others as you used to?"

Danteok showed no mercy to his Primarch, his sharp taunts and sarcastic remarks like bombs, piercing several holes in Perturabo's heart.

Peturabo's young face immediately tensed up, and he exuded a similar aura to his past self, but not quite the same.

He was furious at Danteok's accusations, but reason told him that the other was right.

"You led the legion astray, and we'll always be the unlucky ones cleaning up your messes. It would be a real miracle if the Fourth Legion ever got anything good."

"You left without a trace, but the Fourth Legion was forever branded as a rebel. If it weren't for me, the Fourth Legion would have met its end in endless crusades of atonement."

"But I can tell you that there is no Fourth Legion now, and there are no more Iron Warriors."

Danteok pointed to the new markings on his chest and shoulder armor and solemnly introduced them to Peturabo.

"I am Danteok, the first commander of the Steel Legion of Nirvana."

"We are derived from the original Fourth Legion, but we still fight for humanity and for the Emperor. We have nothing to do with you anymore."

Seeing Danteok's public statement, Loshi understood that he intended to sever ties with his past dark history.

This matter is very delicate. Although Danteok is a loyalist, and his capable subordinates such as Kelvaren and Zinon are also loyalists, there are indeed remnants of rebellious Iron Warriors in his legion.

Their sins were lesser than those of the fallen, otherwise they would not have lived to atone for their sins on the expedition, but either they were or they weren't.

At this moment, after Danteok distanced himself from Perturabo in front of Guilliman, Vulcan, and other Primarchs, as well as several other representatives of the Founding Legions, and made his position clear, the problem was no longer a problem.

After all, even the Primarch supports him, so why would anyone else have any complaints?
But this was very painful for Perturabo. He could accept ignoring the Iron Warriors and discarding them like worn-out shoes, but he could not accept that his own offspring had abandoned him.

Even a Primarch as terrible as Angron has a large group of Astartes who would rather have their nails driven into the butcher's nails than give up their all.

Perturabo didn't even dare to think about how his other brothers, or even those who had betrayed the Ascended, would view him if he really set this precedent.

Look, there he is, Peturabo, the useless Primarch abandoned by his own offspring.

His temper was so bad that even his own son couldn't stand it, so they simply joined forces and deposed him as the original genetic entity.

He even turned himself into a child, small in stature but big in temper, and otherwise useless.

"Dantiok, I..."

In his desperation, Peturabo attempted to argue his point, but he was momentarily speechless, unable to find the words to refute his point.

Words are inadequate; what use would it be for him to refute them now?
The Primarch was dismayed to find that his son was right; his tyranny and eccentricity were based on power and status.

Without the power of the Primarch and the identity of the Father of Genesis, who would willingly put up with his terrible temper?
Enough, enough. Perhaps I am indeed not a qualified original body, nor a qualified father.

A dark look appeared on Peturabo's fair face, and he looked as if his spine had been broken, his whole body collapsing.

Even Guilliman and Vulcan felt a deep sense of pity when they saw what was happening before them.

The relationship between the Primarch and the Astartes is bidirectional. An Astartes rejected by the Primarch will suffer a fate worse than death, and the same is true for a Primarch abandoned by the Astartes.
"Fortunately, my sons are not like that, and I am not as tyrannical and capricious as Peturabo."

"Speaking of which, I miss Hill a little. I wonder how they are doing now."

Guilliman secretly rejoiced that the atmosphere within the Ultramarines was extremely harmonious; the Primarch cherished his offspring, and the offspring equally loved their father.

Sigismund, standing beside Dorn, stared blankly at the scene, inwardly scoffing at the awkward father and son.

However, Danteok's decisiveness greatly changed the Black Knight's impression of the Iron Warrior.

Primarchs like Perturabo are better off without; they are not even in the same league as his Primarch Dorne.

Thinking of this, Sigismund straightened his back even more and a proud smile appeared on his face.

Danteok left Peturabo only a notification, not a discussion.

After expressing his stance that he still possessed the Steel of Rebirth, he returned to Rosie's side, relinquishing the initiative.

"Since the spacetime chaos within us has been temporarily suppressed, let's put aside our original topic for now."

"Where are we? Has the Empire and the Ork people broken out into war again, and have you two been caught up in it?"

Dorne is Dorne after all; his grasp of the war and his sensitivity to information are in no way inferior to any of his brothers.

The planet is littered with the corpses of humans and Orks, but that's not all; after all, even after the destruction of Ulanor, the green plague has not completely disappeared from the galaxy.

What makes the Orcs truly troublesome is their vitality; they are impossible to kill or exterminate.

But the orc corpses Dorn saw on the battlefield were much stronger than he remembered. Even the most common orc corpses were comparable to the big green-skinned men he had seen before.

Dorne had only seen this situation during the final stages of the Great Crusade—the Battle of Ulanor.

Moreover, in ordinary wars, there's no need for Primarchs like Guilliman and Vulcan to get involved.

Guilliman had been handling government affairs on Terra before he left, and his position was equivalent to that of the Imperial Regent.

The only explanation for someone like him leaving the central hub of Holy Terra to go to the front lines is that things might get out of control if he didn't come to the front lines soon.

Moreover, even Vulcan had come, and Dorn knew very well how much his brother disliked war and killing.

After gathering information from various sources, Dorn sensed an unusual crisis and realized that the Empire was currently in great trouble.

"Dorn is indeed Dorne. In just a short time, he has already analyzed so much useful information," Rosie praised.

"However, you are right about part of it. We did indeed have a war with the Ork that was even larger than the Battle of Ulanor."

"But you've come at just the right time. The war is over. The emperor of the ghoul-green-skinned orc empire was killed by our combined forces. This force, which posed a great threat to humanity, was cut short before it could fully grow."

Loshi's tone even revealed a hint of lingering fear. The potential of the Orc race was truly immense, and anyone who dared to underestimate them would inevitably pay a heavy price.

"it's all over?"

Dorn's chiseled face gradually relaxed.

"That's wonderful. The empire has weathered another major crisis."

"Thank you for your hard work. If we could have come back earlier, we might have been able to help out."

"The fact that I can see Sigismund here means that my legion has also contributed to this war. You have not disappointed me."

Hearing the Primarch's encouragement, even Sigismund, whose emotions were becoming increasingly detached and who was approaching a state of ruthlessness, was deeply moved.

“It might not have been possible to do it earlier,” Loshi said with a smile. “Based on my speculation, the reason you are here at this point in time is because you were affected by the warp storm triggered by the death of the Orc Emperor.”

"At this moment, in this place, it has become a crucial point in time, which is why you were swept here by the tide."

Dorn immediately understood why they had suddenly encountered a warp storm.

Orcs whose psionic echoes after death can cause warp storms?
Dorn didn't even need to think about how terrible an enemy this would be.

When he witnessed the death of the orc emperor Urak Uger in Ulanor, there wasn't such a huge commotion.

The Imperial Stone's gaze swept across the area, and he saw Guilliman and Vulcan, along with the Space Marines, all covered in wounds.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he hugged Guilliman and Vulcan, as well as Sigismund, who had been looking at him with longing eyes.

The Black Knight melted in Dorn's arms.

No matter how much pain or sacrifice, it all vanishes in the embrace of the Primarch.

The Sons of Dorne have been searching for their Primarch for over a century. Keep in mind that from the start of the Great Crusade in 798.M30 to its forced conclusion in 005.M31, it was only a little over two hundred years.

Every minute and every second separated from the Primarch is a torment that cuts to the very core of the Fist of the Empire.

Many Imperial Fist Space Marines even use a glove-like tool made of electrical fiber mesh to inflict pain on themselves.

Pain gloves can stimulate the human nervous system and amplify the perception of pain as much as possible without causing harm to the body.

The Sons of Dorne used this physical pain to alleviate and obscure their mental anguish, and to attempt to establish a connection with the Primarch.

The more Dorne and the Fist of the Empire displayed a harmonious father-son relationship, the more unbalanced Perturabo felt, even to the point of mental breakdown.

His previously slightly improved relationship with Dorn is now showing signs of escalating again under such intense stimulation.

Fortunately, Dorne is no longer the Dorne he once was.

After putting Sigismund down, Dorn turned around and picked up Perturabo.

"Gentlemen, I know you still harbor deep resentment towards Peturabo, but I hope you can also see the changes in him."

Dorn's voice rang in Perturabo's ears. The Primarch, in his child form, raised his head and glanced at Dorn behind him out of the corner of his eye, his eyes filled with extremely complex emotions.

"The fact that the emperor did not order a trial or execution of Peturabo means that he still had a chance to be redeemed."

"During the time we spent in the time-space turbulence, I also saw clearly why Peturabo chose to go down that wrong path in the first place."

I admit I was wrong too. If I had understood Peturabo's inner conflict sooner and reconciled with him sooner, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Dorn spoke sincerely; he had truly seen the change in Perturabo.

Perhaps during the Great Expedition, even if both of them changed, they probably wouldn't have noticed those subtle changes for various reasons.

However, due to the temporal turbulence, the two brothers had to stay together every moment. Even the most dull-witted person would feel the changes during such a long period of solitude.

Peturab was no longer as tyrannical and twisted as he used to be, constantly feeling that he was looked down upon by others and had not received commensurate merit and glory.

“Petulabo did make a mistake, but I hope he can get better and better and atone for his mistakes with his actions, rather than us killing him and paying the price with blood.”

Dorne was not a sentimental or soft-hearted man, but he had a deep love for each of his brothers.

Having love in one's heart doesn't mean he'll say it. It's probably only possible for Roger Dorn to express his love for his brother in person when the entire universe falls into heat death.

Even Dorn has spoken out, so even if the rest of the people still have grievances against Perturabo, they at least temporarily suppressed their emotions and tried to solve the problem rationally first.

"Is it difficult to resolve the time distortions in Dorne and Perturabo?"

"I thought that as long as you made a move, I could easily capture it."

Guilliman muttered something under his breath, while Rosie just turned around and glared at him fiercely, retorting irritably.

"No wonder more and more people think I'm omnipotent; it turns out you've been spreading rumors about me all along!"

"I'm just telling the truth. If you think this counts as spreading rumors, then I have nothing to say."

Guilliman simply spread his hands out; he knew that Rosie was always stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside.

"Dorn's problem is relatively simple, while Perturabo's situation is more complicated."

"Dorn was only affected by Adam's time weapon during the Siege of Terra, and then by the punishment from the real universe."

As she spoke, Lothie walked up to Dorn and took the little Primarch from his hands.

Perturabo looked like a three- or four-year-old human toddler, but his weight made Rosi's face darken.

"That's quite a lot," Rose teased.

Peturabo rolled his eyes. He hated being treated like a child, as it was torture for his sensitive pride.

"But you have a much bigger problem."

"In the beginning, you were attacked by the entropy energy rays of those Hruds, but due to your Primarch's special constitution and psionic protection, you were not greatly affected."

"Later, you were tricked by Forgrim, who sacrificed a part of your warp essence, causing your essence to become incomplete."

"During the siege of Terra, you were hit by Adam's time-space weapon again. This was like the fuse that lit a powder keg, completely detonating the time-space power that had accumulated within you."

"The real universe has discovered an anomaly like you. The will of the universe is extremely disgusted with people like you who wantonly play with time."

Time is the foundation of the universe, and a disordered timeline leads to widespread causal errors, thus inflicting severe punishment.

Peturabo listened to Rosi's analysis. Although he agreed with it in his heart, he still showed a very impatient look on the surface.

However, through the little guy's constantly twitching ears, Rose had already figured out what he was thinking and couldn't help but find it amusing.

"There are ways to solve your problem."

Rosie extended her right index finger.

"Your biggest problem is the punishment from the real universe; everything else is secondary."

"Since the real universe is punishing your behavior of disrupting time, as long as your power is stronger than the punishment, you will naturally be able to eliminate the impact."

“Every Primarch has its own warp nature, which is the foundation of your extraordinary nature.”

Primarchs who awakened to the nature of the warp were no longer simple mortal beings, but transcendent, higher-dimensional existences.

"You can solve the problem now by awakening to the nature of the warp."

Peturabo was speechless upon hearing Rosie's words.

Nonsense, if awakening one's true nature were that simple, that would be great.

In fact, after seeing his brothers Ryan, Chagatai, Lemanrus, and others awaken one after another, Perturabo's competitive spirit kept urging him to awaken as well.

But the more you want something, the harder it is to get it.

Perturabo was completely baffled and even began to wonder if it was Forgrim's betrayal that made this awakening so difficult.

"Is there any other way?" Peturabo's voice was barely audible, clearly lacking confidence.

"There is a way, of course. The punishment that the real universe can give you is limited. It cannot punish you forever and make you drift in the time turbulence for a lifetime."

"We only need to accelerate this punishment completely in a short period of time to exhaust the spacetime disorder energy in your body, and the problem will be solved naturally."

Loshi took a deep breath, and Dorn and Perturabo seemed to realize what Loshi meant by the solution.

"It has to be said that this is a very bold attempt, but it is feasible."

"According to my calculations, the distance between me and Peturabo on the timeline is approximately ten thousand years from the Siege of Terra as the starting point."

“We have reached the fortieth millennium, which was a terrible era, and I saw no hope at all.”

Dorn said it somewhat cryptically.

Rosie waved her hand dismissively: "Fluctuations over a few thousand years, or even ten thousand years, are far too small on the scale of the universe."

"If the spacetime energy within you were detonated all at once, it might increase by several thousand times, or even ten thousand times."

"In other words, you might travel back tens of millions of years to the past, and then I'll bring you back."

Tens of millions of years...

Hearing about this scale of time span, even the Primarchs were shaken to their core.

Humanity has only existed for a little over 30,000 years.

"Uslan mentioned to us that the War of Heaven took place more than 60 million years ago."

If you keep going backwards in time, wouldn't it be possible to reach that point in time?

Guilliman's eyes suddenly lit up, and he spoke faster.

"It is possible. I might even be able to use the spacetime energy within you to explore the true nature of the War of Heaven era."

"And we happen to have a suitable time anchor point, which is this guy."

Loshi pointed to the ancient orc that was now just a skeleton; this guy came from that era.

"We can see what the era of the War of Heaven looked like? This is simply..."

Peturabo's voice was somewhat sharp, and he suddenly felt that the curse of time on him wasn't so bad after all.

He had always been a seeker of knowledge; he was the most outstanding scientist, inventor, and artist in Olympia, but simple knowledge posed no challenge to him at all.

Peturabo had heard of the glory of the War of Heaven many times, and now that he had the opportunity to witness it with his own eyes, he could hardly contain himself.

"Ahem, can we go? I want to go too." Guilliman rubbed his hands together and grinned.

“You?” Luo Xi glanced at him sideways. “No, this matter has nothing to do with you. Your going will only increase the variables.”

“Dorn, Perturabo, Danteok, and me, oh right, and Tarasin too.”

"If we happen to encounter space necromancers, we'll need this necromancer overlord to help explain the situation."

Realizing he hadn't scored any points, Guilliman was disappointed.

However, he wasn't the type to pester people. This time, Rosie's main purpose was to help Dorn and the others resolve the curse that was causing them trouble, not to go sightseeing.

"In that case, please take care."

"We are here waiting for your triumphant return."

(End of this chapter)