Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

"This is a crazy war. Only one legion is destined to survive this war." Perturabo's most trusted son, City Breaker Frix, shouted in his heart.

"Is it the Imperial Fists or the Iron Warriors?"

The sound of explosive shells piercing power armor echoed over the battlefield. The horrific noise of chainsaw swords humming and tearing flesh had already numbed the hearing, and the explosion of gravity hammers smashing vehicles was even more horrifying.

Anger and hatred pushed this already crazy war into an even more intense stage.

The Trident used his power hammer to hit the helmet of the Imperial Fists warrior in front of him. Although the tactical helmet made of adamantium was not seriously deformed, the bones and flesh tissue protected by the helmet were pierced and crushed under the impact.

After all, Fricks is one of the few strong men among the Iron Warriors, and ordinary Imperial Fists are no match for him.

"But, can we win? Or, what if we win?"

Fricks' voice was full of sarcasm and indifference. Most of the Sons of Perturabo were inexperienced recruits, and this desperate war had taken a heavy toll on them.

Even though they fought bravely here, Perturabo would always see only the iron-ring robots surrounding him, not their flesh-and-blood offspring.

"Fire, fire!" Perturabo's voice left no room for argument, and the hoop robots, remotely controlled via wetware, responded in unison.

The shells and energy beams fell like a rainstorm, first hitting the iron ring robot controlled by Adam.

The explosion burst out on the steel bodies, and these iron men's bodies were damaged in an instant.

Fragments flew and structures collapsed, but they began to regenerate themselves within a few breaths. The presence of liquid metal made them more resilient than the war weapons of Perturabo.

The iron ring robots poured fire on each other, and Adam was still adjusting the strength in his body and adjusting the status of his warriors.

He never simply imitates his opponents. Although Perturabo's iron ring robot is unique, it is not a perfect creation.

Adam relied on the feedback data to conduct exhaustive analysis and constantly make up for the weaknesses of his iron men.

Therefore, in this brutal war of attrition, Adam and the Iron Men are constantly evolving according to the characteristics of the enemy and becoming more powerful.

This is a glorious evolution, witnessed by the Om Messiah.

The confrontation between the iron ring robots gradually tilted, and Perturabo clearly felt that the enemy on the opposite side had become more difficult to deal with, and even his own control could not reverse the original situation.

Realizing that there was no time to delay any longer, Perturabo immediately charged in the direction of Rogal Dorn, brandishing his Hearthbreaker hammer.

Dorn also held up the Storm's Fang and rushed towards Perturabo amidst the flying bombs and energy rays.

The two brothers will eventually face off.

You can guess the ending of Dorn and Perturabo, no prizes.

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.