Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

He even spoke to the air around him, calling out the name of the Warmaster's squire, Malohurst.

He constantly summoned Gavial Loken and Sejanus, seeking their advice and opinions.

Perturabo was too disappointed with his brother. He had already made a plan. As long as he broke through Dorn's defenses and let the Chaos army push forward to the Emperor, he would evacuate directly with the Iron Warriors.

"Except for Horus who is controlled by the Four Gods, no one can deal with the Emperor, and certainly not me."

Although Perturabo was stubborn, he was definitely not stupid. He did resent the Emperor and complained about his injustice and partiality, but he did not actually want to kill the Emperor.

What he had to do was to prove himself, to prove that he was better than Dorne, and to prove that the Emperor had been blind and had chosen the wrong person.

If the Emperor had chosen him, he would have been able to keep the rebels out of the solar system, and the Siege of Terra would never have happened.

"The probability of me winning if I confront my father is only 0%. I will never do anything irrational because I am truly a man of steel, both inside and out. I am the calmest among the Primarch brothers."

Suddenly, Perturabo's sensors distributed on the battlefield sent back some audio signals and transmitted them to his mind.

The iron ring robot that was pouring liquid nitrogen on the Iron Lord's head to cool it down suddenly lost control. The surging liquid nitrogen immediately flowed everywhere, completely freezing the data robot servant next to it.

These iron ring robots, which have been infused with Perturabo's cloned brain tissue, are essentially directly controlled by his consciousness, and their loss of control means that the Iron Lord himself has lost control.

Waves of heat burned on Perturabo's body, and even the extremely cold liquid nitrogen could not resist this heat.

He was like an erupting volcano, releasing a rage that frightened everyone.

Even the Primarch's guards, who were ruthlessly isolated by the iron-ring robots a hundred meters away from him, felt a chill all over their bodies. Although they didn't know what had happened, it was obvious that Perturabo was furious again.

"Don!!!"

"And that damn Iron Man!!"

"You guys!! You guys!! How dare you!!"

Perturabo suddenly jumped up and smashed the precious equipment in his camp to pieces.

His specially made fine power armor unleashed firepower comparable to that of a small Titan, causing the Iron Warriors, who were unaware of the situation, to wonder if the Empire's air force had attacked their ammunition depot.

But as the sounds from the battlefield spread here, everyone heard the provocation and ridicule from Dorn and Adam.

After the Iron Warriors were filled with rage, some smart ones quickly came to their senses. This was obviously a trap set by the Imperial Fists and the damned Rogal Dorn, just to make Perturabo give up the current good situation and take risks!

A war blacksmith mustered up the courage to give Perturabo some advice amid the admiring and anxious gazes of his battle brothers.

"My lord, this is a trap, a conspiracy by the damned Rogal Dorn. You can't go!"

"We have gained the upper hand. As long as we proceed step by step, we will be able to defeat those bastards of the Imperial Fists."

This loyal and brave Iron Warrior tried his best to suppress his inner fear, because Perturabo was now too terrifying.

The Lord of Iron stared at his offspring who dared to advise him with eyes filled with anger. His reason told him that the other party was right, but his emotions urgently needed an outlet.

What did he just say? What was that damn Rogal Dorn?

"How dare you humiliate my brother like this!"

Perturabo directly activated the Terminator, and his right fist disappeared from the spot in an instant. Along with the scream of the sonic boom, the Iron Warrior was embedded in the steel wall of the camp.

All his bones were shattered; not everyone could withstand the Primarch's angry punch.

"Only I can judge Dorn, no one else can."

"What qualifications do you have? Where do you get the courage? Am I too kind to you?"

"You useless people, if you had one tenth of the ability and courage of Dorne's son, I wouldn't be so passive."

However, his anger came and went quickly. The liquid nitrogen on Perturabo's body froze the moisture in the air into ice, and as he moved, there was a crackling sound.

The ice crystals fell to the ground and were trampled into a freezing liquid, diluting the blood and flesh left behind by the unfortunate war blacksmith.

The bright red blood became pale, and the surrounding Iron Warriors looked at Perturabo with extreme disappointment.

It's not just them who are worse than the Sons of Dorn. Their father is also far inferior to Rogal Dorn.

"Take him away and bury him in the Leviathan Dreadnought that I built myself. It will be a bargain for him and it will be his honor." Perturabo waved his hand and asked his descendants to take him away.

"Even if it's a fire pit, I'll jump in!"

Dorn and Perturabo will have a more "love-hate" relationship

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.