Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

This would be the most effective way to strike Perturabo without causing too much harm to Dorn.

After all, time weapons only have such an effect on beings like the Primarchs, whose bodies are almost immortal. They might only have one hair turned white after being hit by a time weapon.

Luo Xi's thoughts were quickly transmitted to Adam's thinking matrix, and he immediately understood what he should do.

Using the authority of Om Messiah, Adam transformed on his chest, extending a giant cannon that glowed with a faint blue light.

Countless misty and distorted fogs spread at the muzzle, and the microscopic particles that were touched immediately began to jump and move in unimaginable ways, making it difficult to see their true appearance.

Fulgrim could not help but stare sideways, for he could taste the distortion of time.

Subspace creatures inherently possess the ability to ignore time and space, which is a characteristic bestowed upon them by the Sea of ​​Souls. But now, he felt that it was the power of pure matter that distorted time.

"Interesting, interesting. It's too naive to think of using the power of time to deal with the Primarch." The Fallen Phoenix sighed. He just thought that the iron man named Adam in front of him was a little whimsical.

Perturabo, who was fighting with Dorn, also noticed Adam's unusual movements. He suddenly became furious, and the loss he had suffered at the hands of that damned Hrud alien in the past resurfaced in his mind.

But Dorn held him tightly, and his damaged Stormfang slashed towards Perturabo.

The Lord of Iron did not dare to be careless at all. He quickly lowered his head. The high-speed rotating monomolecular teeth of the chainsaw sword brushed against the edge of his helmet, bursting into countless flashing sparks.

"Just go for it, Adam!"

Dorn's voice rang out, without the slightest trace of fear or hesitation.

"Shoot at me."

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists knew that he could not take down Perturabo in a short period of time, and the best way to break the deadlock in this war was to bring Perturabo down.

As long as the Iron Lord is unable to command the war, the rebels will be in disarray.

For the Emperor and his noble mission, Dorn fears no harm.

Adam understood Dorn's intention, and he put all the energy of his reactor into the giant cannon on his chest that condensed the time distortion force field.

Humans had already conducted in-depth research on space-time weapon technology during the Golden Age and the Dark Age of Technology. The stasis stance currently circulating in the empire is a glimmer of the past.

However, this weapon is too dangerous and is likely to cause chain-like catastrophic damage. Even humans in the Golden Age would not use it casually.

But now, there is no time to worry about anything more.

A dazzling beam of light gushed out from Adam's chest, and endless colorful mist spread out, making the entire battlefield appear hazy.

Time is disrupted here. In some places, there is an instant acceleration phenomenon, and everything seems to be decayed and collapsed after thousands of years of weathering; while in some places, there is a chaotic countercurrent, and everything reverses toward the upstream of the timeline.

Perturabo did not want to take the blow, but Dorn's entanglement made it impossible for him to do anything.

Out of some irrational instinct, he suddenly felt that the damage caused by this blow might be beyond his imagination.

When he closed his eyes, the hideous and hideous images of the Hrud aliens could still appear before his eyes.

"how come……"

Adam's time distortion force field hit the two Primarchs who were fighting to the death, and an invisible space-time ripple instantly erupted on the battlefield.

Only someone like Roche, who can see the world from a higher dimension, can see that the turbulent time is undergoing some unknown changes.

The strength of Adam's attack was far from reaching this level, but it was like a fuse that detonated the entropy field created by hundreds of millions of Hrud aliens that were entangled on Perturabo's body.

Even Roche couldn't calculate what the consequences of this would be, and the psychic nature of the Primarch made the variables even more complicated.

The fight between the Imperial Fists and the Iron Warriors suddenly stopped, and everyone was nervously waiting for the result.

Did Dorn defeat Perturabo, or did Perturabo defeat Dorn?

At this moment, even the dark gods who were confronting the Emperor became curious.

Especially the Lord of Change. When he was hit by the time distortion field, he suddenly observed that the future had changed again. At this moment, the timeline branched out into countless new branches.

"Change, change is always a good thing."

And when the hazy light slowly dissipated, the two figures reappeared.

Well, Rogal Dorn is still here.

What about Perturabo? Is he dead?

Huh? Little Perturabo?!

Everyone had the psychological expectation that the time-distortion stance could not kill the Primarch.

As the highest crystallization of the Emperor's genetic engineering, each Primarch has a demigod-like body and his own warp essence.

The Primarchs who have not yet awakened the essence of the Warp already possess incredible abilities such as super strength, super endurance, super wisdom, super vitality, etc., and their bodies have almost infinite lifespans. Time is the most useless thing to them.

For example, when Perturabo was attacked by the entropy field of the Hrud alien, his body only aged a few thousand years.

He is not like Dantioch, who is so old that he can only rely on the life-support system of power armor to survive.

However, those who play with time will be played by time.

If Perturabo's warp nature is still intact, then as a psychic creature, the impact of the time distortion stance on it will be very worrying.

But it was precisely Perturabo, who had previously sacrificed part of his Warp essence to Fulgrim, that caused the Iron Lord's Warp essence to become incomplete and weak.

With this series of moves, the defect was instantly magnified infinitely.

The real universe in which humans live is extremely disgusted by any behavior that interferes with the normal operation of time.

Because this will lead to loopholes and errors in the logic and development of the universe, which is essentially the same as the real universe's aversion to subspace.

And now, the real universe's punishment for those who disrupt time has finally come. It has discovered two disruptors, Perturabo and Dorn, but there is a loophole in the former's warp nature.

Persimmons should be picked soft and pinched.

Guided by some mysterious logic, the punishment inflicted on Perturabo by the real universe was much more severe than that inflicted on Rogal Dorn.

Adam's time-distortion field, the entropy field left over from the Hrud aliens in the past, Perturabo's incomplete subspace nature, and the punishment bestowed by the real universe all mixed together to form an almost unrepeatable accidental event.

In front of everyone was Rogdorn, who was over four meters tall in armor, and little Perturabo, who was no taller than sixty centimeters.

The former Iron Lord was naked, and the huge heavy armor was pressing on him like a ruin. Perturabo struggled to climb out of his armor.

……

The entire battlefield was left in dead silence, and even Fulgrim let go of the Eldar Soul Stone in horror.

Those crystal clear snacks suddenly fell to the ground, making a tinkling sound.

This……

This...what the hell is going on!

With Dorn and Little Perturabo at the core, all the Iron Warriors, the Imperial Fists, fell into a state of stiff shock that penetrated deep into their bones.

The Emperor and the Four Gods who were observing from a higher dimension also saw this scene.

"Not only do you have a new daughter, you also have a new son!"

"Perhaps you could let your daughter nurse your youngest son, since he doesn't look like he's been weaned yet."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The Lord of Change laughed so hard that his whole body trembled, and he gave the Emperor a warm greeting.

"Children... a warm big family..."

The moment the loving father saw little Perturabo, he could no longer suppress the desire to obtain another Primarch.

Aisha would surely like this little Primarch, and she would not be so unhappy all the time.

Nurgle wanted to give Elsa a child, a precious child!

"You disgusting fat otaku, get away from here!"

Slaanesh directly gave Nurgle a whip, which created rolling waves on the giant creature that was like a mountain of flesh.

"Fulgrim, bring him to me, bring him to me!"

Prince Pleasure gave orders directly to Fulgrim, who was closest to the battlefield. This was the first time he had instructed Fulgrim to do something.

You have to know that before this, even when Lorgar took him away, Slaanesh just acquiesced instead of saying it himself.

Prince Pleasure does not like to force others, he prefers to induce others to make choices willingly.

He was anxious, he was really anxious. How could such a unique little Primarch fall into the hands of other bastards?

Slaanesh spoke personally, and Fulgrim, who was currently playing badly on the battlefield, had to change his attitude.

That is his immediate superior, the one who determines whether he can continue to enjoy himself in the future.

Although his status in the Six-Ring Silver Palace was unmatched by any Chaos Demon, and Prince Joy gave him almost all of his love, it did not mean that he could act recklessly.

Fulgrim knew very well that Slaanesh just didn't like to lose his temper, but that didn't mean he had no temper.

"It seems I can no longer stand by and watch, my brothers."

"Give me little... Perturabo!"

The Fallen Phoenix drew out its sword and rushed towards Dorn and Perturabo, who had just escaped from the time distortion, at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

Dorn immediately raised his adamantium storm shield, which had been tattered in the fight with Perturabo, and only the rough skeleton was left.

The Primarch suddenly felt a strange sensation in his body. His strength and speed were slightly weakened compared to before. Only Dorn himself could notice it.

"I've aged, at least physically."

After Dorn evaluated himself, he put everything behind him. Now was not the time to think about these things. At least compared to others, the price Perturabo paid was much heavier.

The great Lord of Iron has reached the weakest point in his life.

Even around the 792nd year of the th Millennium, when the Primarchs were thrown across the system by the Warp storms and Perturabo fell onto Olympia, he had grown into a teenager.

The young Perturabo helped the people of Olympia hunt several legendary beasts and was discovered while climbing the mountains of the Rochos State.

The Primarchs grew and developed at different times; Guilliman was a baby in a cradle when he fell on Macragge, while Perturabo skipped that infancy.

Now Perturabo looked like a child. He had lost the terrifying power of his primarch and his armor, and it was impossible for him to pick up his Forgebreaker hammer.

However, little Perturabo still retained his original neural implants in his head, and these things actually shrank along with him.

The Lord of Iron quickly tore off some pieces of his original underwear and draped the strips of cloth over his shoulders, which was quite similar to the traditional customs of the Olympians.

"No, this isn't supposed to be like this!"

Little Perturabo still had the same temper as before. He was roaring and roaring, but unfortunately no one would be afraid of the roar coming from a child's voice.