Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No matter how ferocious Fulgrim's sword shadow was, Dorn fought steadily and blocked himself behind the storm shield forged from adamantium, then found an opportunity to stab the opponent's open ribs with his greatsword.

Dorn's defense was impenetrable and watertight. Although his shield was constantly under attack, his body remained intact. The more impatient Fulgrim became, the more helpless he was against Dorn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh? This feeling?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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