Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

Without the blessing of authority, it is impossible to create a comparable physical existence by normal means.

Although Adam and his mass-produced war-type iron men seem to be very similar in appearance, they are essentially two completely different things.

If the value of the golden armor worn by the Imperial Guards is equivalent to a living planet, then the value of Adam's body will be even more exaggerated.

The Fists of the Empire looked at the scene before them and couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis.

Although the Astartes are still a high-end force relied upon by the Empire today, they are no match for the Iron Man in terms of cost-effectiveness and quantity.

They are war weapons created by the Emperor. They can accept their fate of dying on the battlefield, but they absolutely cannot tolerate being eliminated by some other existence.

Being able to die gloriously on the battlefield is a very decent ending for all Astartes. Their glory and dignity, and their loyalty to the Emperor and the Empire will be sublimated at the moment of death.

As for the Iron Men, although they seemed to be no different from humans, the Imperial Fists still stubbornly believed that these guys had no sense of honor.

With the death of the Warsmith, the Iron Warriors' offensive was completely defeated.

Almost all of Horus's factions have similar flaws, but if the battle goes well, they can display unrivaled bravery and combat effectiveness.

Once they fall into a stalemate or disadvantage, the morale of the legion will begin to weaken. There will always be people who prioritize preserving their own interests and execute orders at a discounted rate.

For example, in the current Iron Warriors fleet, some people have begun to retreat. They have the Imperial Fists holding up in front of them, while deadly space debris are constantly flying from the back.

As a result of these factors, some warships began to break away from the fleet and flee into deep space.

Sigismund would naturally not miss such an opportunity. He ordered the fleet to open fire at full force, using deadly weapons such as macro cannons, light spears and torpedoes to turn the entire space into a graveyard for the rebels.

The galaxy was burning, and the wreckage in Pluto's orbit was ablaze. The burning ships of the Iron Warriors looked incredibly small in comparison.

Next to Adam, all that was left of the dead war blacksmith was a head wearing a helmet. After detecting that his vital signs had disappeared, the helmet began to move strangely.

A holographic projection appeared on the helmet's display screen inside the dark battleship, and the Imperial Fists immediately turned their guns and stared at the projection with extreme vigilance.

In front of everyone's eyes, a huge being about four and a half meters tall, covered in exaggerated Terminator armor, stretched his body.

He was not wearing a tactical helmet. Dense and orderly cables spread from his skull to the power armor behind his head. The armor and weapon system with a high sense of technological beauty was exposed in front of everyone, and it looked more like a natural work of art.

But when everyone noticed his facial expression, they instinctively felt a sense of fear.

The man in front of him had a three-dimensional face as if it was carved by a knife and an axe. He was as handsome and tough as a statue in ancient Terra, but there was always an emotion called anger between his brows.

He was angry, angry all the time, hatred and resentment mixed together, creating a depressed mood.

The Imperial Fists instinctively raised their alert to the highest level. This was their old enemy, the traitor of the Empire, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, Perturabo.

"Browne is dead after all."

"Nothing escapes my calculation."

"He is a weak person, and the fate of the weak is never unexpected. The impurities in steel can only be removed through constant tempering."

The Lord of Iron, who appeared in the form of a holographic projection, did not show any anger, but instead a heart-pounding calmness.

Not only did he not feel sad about the death of his son, but he also showed a sense of relief.

Even the Imperial Fists, who were on the opposite side, felt a chill at this extremely cold attitude.

In Perturabo's eyes, his offspring were nothing more than consumables that could be squandered endlessly. They could die at will and had no value while alive.

"Sons of Dorne, you have done well. My brother is worthy of being my chosen enemy. His offspring are as good as he is. Since my son has brought shame upon me, there is no need for him to live."

When the Templar heard this, he became furious.

"You are a despicable traitor. How dare you stand shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor's loyal heirs? Your sons fought to the very end. We have different views, but we will not humiliate their bravery!"

The sons of Dorne have exactly the same character as their father, absolutely upright and absolutely sticking to the facts.

They all witnessed how Warsmith Browne faced an absolutely unbeatable enemy, and how he shouted "steel inside and out" before he died.

And such a person did not receive any pity or respect from Perturabo at all. There was no doubt that Perturabo was a complete bastard.

"Oh? You actually think these pieces of trash can be put to good use? Weird, weird."

The Lord of Iron laughed out loud as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous.

"My men only need strong ones, and they died, which means they are not the offspring I need. Flesh and blood are so weak, only steel can be eternal, even my offspring is no exception."

"I accepted the order of Horus and came to wipe out you foolish loyalists. The more Iron Warriors sacrificed in battle, the more it can prove my dedication to Horus. I have made many sacrifices for his great cause, and I should be the one to take the greatest credit."

The Iron Lord's "sacrifice theory" made everyone's scalps tingle, and they felt extremely disgusted and disgusted by his behavior and tone.

"You are wrong." Just as the Imperial Fists were thinking about how to refute each other, Adam spoke.

He stood in front of Perturabo, and the Lord of Iron looked at Adam with interest, showing greed and desire as if he saw a priceless treasure.

"Sacrifice means voluntarily giving up personal interests in exchange for greater benefits for the collective. The soldiers under your command died unintentionally, and they did not gain any greater strategic value. Their death only shows your stupidity."

"It was your son who died for you, but you acted like you were greatly wronged and humiliated, as if everyone should be grateful and bow down to you for your noble sacrifice. All of this is just foolish self-admiration."

The Imperial Fists nodded excitedly, Adam had accurately expressed their thoughts. Most of the Astartes' energy was focused on training and war, so their vocabulary for insults was extremely scarce. In the end, all they could say was traitor and betrayer.

Perturabo laughed instead of getting angry. He found that the performance of this special iron man in front of him was even better than he expected.

Even his hoop robot was nothing but trash compared to it.

The better Adam performs, the happier the Lord of Iron will be, because he will definitely take him into his possession and make him a new creation to replace the iron ring robot.

Chapter 603 Breaking the Great Defense, Breaking the Great Defense (asking for monthly tickets)

Chapter 603: Breaking the Great Defense, Breaking the Great Defense Perturabo's laughter seemed forced.

On the one hand, he really liked this iron man in front of him who was eloquent, showed extraordinary eloquence and excellent thinking ability. The Lord of Iron saw his own shadow in Adam.

As early as in Olympia, he was the best engineer, inventor, diplomat, artist and philosopher. He hated war and killing because these barbaric things always burned beautiful existence to ashes.

And now, when Adam displayed his powerful fighting ability and the brilliance of rationality in front of him, Perturabo was completely unable to control his possessiveness.

He was extremely eager to obtain this extraordinary iron man, to study and analyze his secrets, and to master the wisdom and power that created him.

On the other hand, precisely because Adam was too outstanding, his penetrating analysis and ridicule really touched the most sensitive spot in Perturabo's heart.

He does always hope that others will see him as a hero who sacrifices his own interests for a higher purpose, so as to gain everyone's respect and love.

But he didn't want people to find out that he did these things intentionally in order to gain love and praise. He would rather appear in everyone's eyes as a selfless "philosopher king" rather than being seen for his vain nature.

Perturabo's toes, wrapped in power boots, were clenched together tightly, as if he was building a villa in this small space.

All the muscles in his body were tense and twitching, and the five fingers under the power gloves were clenched tightly, making a faint heavy friction sound.

But on the surface, he still maintained that nonchalant and open-minded look, not caring at all about winning or losing.

The Lord of Iron values ​​face the most, but he has to pretend not to care about these vain things.

It's just that it's obvious that Adam doesn't understand these subtle things. Although he is extremely intelligent and making rapid progress, it is still not easy for him to understand the ways of the world so quickly.

After all, changes in human psychology are more difficult to predict than the evolution of black holes.

By analyzing Perturabo's micro-expressions and muscle twitches, Adam realized that this high-ranking figure seemed to be picking his toes.

"Does my analysis make you feel uncomfortable? According to the micro-expression analysis, you are picking your toes, accompanied by slight muscle twitching reactions." Adam asked in confusion.

The Imperial Fists were the first to burst into laughter. They knew that Adam would not lie. How could the arrogant Perturabo be so embarrassed that he had to pick his toes after being told lies by an iron man?

They must tell Dorne this news. They believe that the Primarch, who has worked so hard for a long time, will also smile because of this joke.

"That's enough!" Perturabo said louder.

"My foolish and weak descendants may have caused you to hallucinate. Enjoy your last relaxing moments. I will come to you in person and break your necks one by one."

The Lord of Iron slowly clenched his iron fist and made an extremely determined look.

"I will bring down Dorne's ridiculous fortress, I will crush him under my feet, and finally -"

He pointed his finger at Adam.

"You will be my most satisfying trophy, an iron man with free will and independent thinking. You are completely different from your stupid peers. In this terrible universe, there are only a handful of beings as creative as you."

"Only by my side can you realize the meaning of your existence and not let your pearl be covered in dust. Look at what my brothers asked you to do. Put on armor, take up a sharp blade, and come to this war land of blood and fire. Listen to me, you can do more than this, and it is definitely not limited to the way of war."

If the war blacksmith who died in the battle could come back to life, he would probably be so angry that he would die after seeing this scene.

Perturabo, who didn't even bother to look at his own offspring, let alone speak to him, showed incredible patience and affinity when facing Adam.

It seemed that only when facing Adam did Perturabo feel that the other party was qualified to allow him to expend his energy to communicate and exchange with him, allowing him to temporarily suppress his bad shortcomings and nature in order to gain the recognition of the Iron Man.

If an Iron Warrior could receive this kind of treatment from Perturabo, he would probably have given everything for his father without hesitation.

Although every Iron Warrior regards the Iron Lord as a monster slayer, a tyrant subverter, and a strict father who is as powerful as a god but distant, they have always been looking forward to gaining recognition from their father one day.

But unfortunately, Perturabo's goodwill was completely meaningless to Adam.

In his heart, Roxi is his father, the creator, and everything. How could he be easily taken away by Perturabo who suddenly appeared?

"Enough, rebellious Fourth Primarch. As long as my father is here, your fragile rebellion will be fruitless."

"He is far more perfect than you, wiser and more humble. Compared to him, you are nothing more than an inorganic product excreted from an organic body."

"I have met Rogal Dorn, he is a great man, he taught me a lot of useful knowledge." Adam changed the subject, "It is said that you are on par with him, but now I think you are far inferior to Dorn."

"Dorn can stand alone against all of your traitors, until the return of the Loyalist Primarch."

"And you are just a cannon fodder chosen by Horus. You don't really think that he recruited you for the so-called brotherhood? No?"

"I have heard my father tell of your miserable experience. You were deceived by Fulgrim, and then he absorbed a large amount of your life essence so that Fulgrim could complete the ritual of demon ascension. Were you completely drained by your own brother?"

The truth is often more hurtful than lies.

Everyone knows that an iron man who is based on rational logic will not lie.

“How dare you…” Perturabo’s face suddenly turned ashen, his face that looked like an ancient Greek sculpture was brewing with anger that was enough to burn the world to ashes.

The Iron Lord hated Dorne the most, and also cared about Dorne the most. He admired Dorne's talent and character, but also envied his extraordinary status in the Emperor's heart.

Love and hate, that's the relationship between Perturabo and Dorn.

Adam also mentioned the incident when Fulgrim plotted against him, which completely touched his weak spot.

"Are you out of breath? Fourth Primarch, my father gave me a psychology lesson using you as an example. He said that you appear to be an indestructible steel, but in fact you are still the giant Olympian baby inside. It seems that my father's point of view is really sharp."

"You were so easily blinded by anger that you didn't even use one tenth of your wisdom. According to the historical records of the empire that I read, you strangled your sister Kelly Fanny to death in such a state of rage."

"My father once expressed great regret for your betrayal. He said that Perturabo could have been a good man, but he found that the Emperor's Empire was not as perfect as he imagined."