I'm a magnetic field madman

This is quite interesting, considering that even Mortarion, who openly disliked the mystical element of warp space from the very beginning...

After becoming Nurgle's Primarch, he never spoke of his former thoughts again... instead succumbing to the unpredictable nature of the Warp and the supreme power of the evil god.

Perturabo's ability to maintain his rationality after ascending to a higher power, and to analyze and abhor the warp, is already quite remarkable.

But perhaps this is because Peturabo's Primarch nature is inclined towards these things; he is like a piece of steel, rational and cold...

This steel can ultimately be molded into killing machines, or it can be created into impenetrable walls.

Towards the end of the Horus Rebellion, Peturabo, who had begun to awaken to this nature, had already replaced all his guards with iron-ringed robots.

Because he did not believe in those creatures of flesh and blood, and witnessing the fall of Horus after the Great Rebellion only strengthened his belief in this!

The future of humanity, and even the universe, should not be ruled by such chaotic and emotional things. Life is a chaotic individual with increasing entropy, and from birth to death, it is a chaotic collection.

And so too does society, composed of people, repeatedly descend into chaos.

Perturabo loathed this chaos, just as he had witnessed the rebellion of his home planet Olympus and strangled his own sister with his own hands—their fickleness stemmed solely from their inherent chaos.

From that time onward, Peturabo began searching for a more rational force in the universe.

He despises the warp, so he will not borrow the power of either Chaos or the Empire.

The rationality he sought was in machines, in steel, in data, in those unchanging and enormous things.

Ultimately, Peturabo's answer was—hatred of intelligence.

Those AIs that are rejected, hated, and ostracized by humans shine with a light that Peturabo finds pleasing.

That is reason, purity, the light of order and righteousness.

Unlike his brothers who fell into chaos, deep within Midgard, Perturabo completely devolved the power of the Iron Warriors.

He allowed his genetic offspring to do whatever they wanted, and even tolerated the existence of a "hybrid" like Hunsso.

Many of the veterans brought by the Iron Warriors believed that the Ascension had cured Perturabo's bad temper, but only he knew the truth—Perturabo simply no longer cared about his offspring.

People only treat things they care about with severity, especially mentally ill people like Peturabo. So-called leniency is nothing more than an attitude of indifference.

The many abominations within Peturabo's phone, the mind and power of the Iron Lord, subdued these rebellious AIs who had survived the Iron Man rebellion.

They provided Perturabo with tremendous technical support, and in return, he handed over Midgard and several demon worlds to them.

Then, Peturabo began to work on making himself more "orderly".

He loathed the chaotic, ascended form of the universe, and if the universe were to move towards a more ordered order, those who carried it out must also be embodiments of order—and Perturabo was the one who would do just that.

So, is he still the Lord of Steel?

He is a ship of Theseus, starting by modifying the body, then replacing organs, then limbs, and finally completely digitizing the brain.

Is his soul still Peturabo's soul, or has it been deeply integrated with those hateful intelligences and sublimated into something else?

I don't know, not even Peturabo himself knows.

He was too lazy to ponder these philosophical questions that humans didn't understand. Perhaps he would have in the past... because for ten thousand years he had maintained the appearance of that false Ascended Primitive, which was because he was thinking about whether he would still be himself after digitizing his soul.

And this final question and puzzle was ultimately solved by a gift.

Perturabo extended his steel hand, and the nanomachines in his palm disintegrated in an instant, first his entire arm, then his body, his whole body, the mechanical throne on his back, and even an entire mechanical tower!

Finally, Peturabo appeared on Midgard's orbit, now possessing a colossal body tens of thousands of meters tall! A body tens of thousands of meters tall composed of countless nanomachines!

Within this ever-changing and complex subspace, countless rational and orderly nanomachines operate ruthlessly yet with pure efficiency; this cold order cannot be shaken even by the Lord of Change.

Perturabo felt the flowing power, the magnetic field power—it was this power that ultimately led him to make the decision to digitize his soul…or rather, the knowledge and will that were retransmitted to Perturabo by this power.

Compared to the will of the strong that his other brothers obtained, the will that Perturabo obtained was very special—it belonged to the memories of someone who was once a mortal but was ultimately qualified to join the final battle.

Silver Dragon, or as he's known, Chen Daxiong. He was a participant in the last ultimate battle, the adopted son of Giant Shark, and also the reincarnation of the super genius Skynet!

Having received the wisdom of this sage, Peturab chose the final path he would take!

170. Ether Phase Engine

Yinlong, whose real name is Chen Daxiong, was a scientist in the Wuzheng Kingdom during the final battle of the last cycle. Apart from possessing extraordinary wisdom, he was otherwise unremarkable.

But it is precisely because he is an ordinary person that the brilliance he exudes in that world where magnetic fields reign supreme is so dazzling!

In that final battle, which was the end of the universe, the silver dragon contributed to the world and shone with boundless brilliance before its death.

As the reincarnation of Tianwang, his actions and deeds have never tarnished his reputation as a genius!

Perturabo was not affected by his nonsensical and pathetic life. What the cold-blooded Lord of Steel drew from this gift was an interesting thing called "Nano Rebirth Realm".

Is the ultimate goal of weaponizing magnetic field power the Awake?

Perhaps ever since the genius Tianwang created Yafei, this high wall that stands in front of all researchers has become almost impossible to break through.

Ultimately, it was Skynet itself that shattered this wall, reincarnated as Chen Daxiong...

After being nearly killed by the flying sand and transformed into a silver dragon with only a few brain tissue remaining, he combined nanotechnology and magnetic field power to develop a very special nano rebirth realm!

Similar to the black dome, the silver dragon dispersed its consciousness and soul into countless nanomachines...

And the mere existence of one of these nanomachines can assimilate everything around it and bring it back to life!

With overwhelming power and absolute immortality, the Silver Dragon, a mere mortal, achieved heights that even the most powerful beings of the past could not reach!

Perturabo gleaned the relationship between soul and data from this genius's memories... and without hesitation, he channeled the power of the magnetic field to achieve the nano-rebirth realm.

His soul has been digitized; he has integrated magnetic field power, his body, and his soul into countless nanomachines.

Then, without hesitation, he tore apart Midgard's appearance, spreading his entire body across the planet.

But is this the end? No, this is just the beginning.

He tore open the surface of Midgard, transforming the entire planet into a world filled with his own nanomachines... and after that, the real work he was about to do was just beginning.

Looking back at the entire mechanized planet, Perturabo's cold gaze swept across the thirteen planetary fortresses surrounding Midgard.

He dragged in thirteen demon worlds, eroded and transformed them, and used reason and wisdom to correct the ever-changing and chaotic subspace.

More importantly, these thirteen steel planets have replaced Peturabo's former "iron ring robots" as fortresses that guard and protect him!

The technology used there is entirely a creation from humanity's dark age of technology.

A time-reversal turret with a 105% hit rate, and a loop generator that partially reverses time...

There are recombination machines that can "absorb" and then "print" carbon-based life forms into powerful mechs on a large scale...

With just these thirteen planetary fortresses, Perturabo was confident he could accomplish something even greater than Horus had done!

Horus? Hmph, how could that insignificant and cowardly thing be compared to him?

Peturabo has certainly surpassed him by a great distance...

"Quack, Peturabo, kill me, kill us now!!"

"Petulabo, I'll fuck your shit!! Let me go, let me kill you!!"

Endless insults flooded Peturabo's mind, and those who uttered these voices were the Chaos Astartes who had previously sided with the Iron Lord.

They were cornered, knowing that destruction was inevitable in the face of the Imperial army. Unwilling to follow Abaddon to their deaths, they sought refuge with Peturabo, the only remaining powerful figure on the Chaos side.

LOL, does Peturabo even need them?

How could Peturabo, a piece of mortal garbage and an imperfect product of flesh and blood, still remain?

Yes, he destroyed them, even his steel warriors.

Perturabo watched silently as a raging Chaos Astartes was bound by countless steel tentacles and machines and thrown into a crimson pillar of light. His flesh, armor, and gene seed disintegrated and annihilated in an instant—and then, in the next second, on the other side of the pillar of light, an even taller and colder figure, its body made up of hundreds of stubborn alloy fragments, was drawn out step by step by a dark red hard light.

This is the technology of the Reconstruction Machine. It instantly destroyed the Astartes' physical body and uploaded his soul and consciousness to the Intelligence Network. When he reappeared, he was a standard Mech God.

Or, according to the Empire's terminology, they should be called—"Extinction Remnants..."

With sufficient weaponry, their power would overwhelm the former Astartes and even threaten the existence of the Primarchs. Most importantly, they are indestructible.

As long as the intelligence domain still exists, their "souls" will be continuously downloaded into new bodies.

Compared to the frail Astartes, this was more in line with what Peturab believed soldiers should be like.

There is no chaos, no doubt, no mistakes; steel and metal are so far superior to flesh and blood in their perfection!

As for the warships they brought, which were corrupted by warp forces, they met the same fate.

They were completely dismantled and destroyed, and then controlled and transformed by those who abhorred intelligence.

And Perturabo would never be afraid of those things in the warp, because they, too, had to rely on the Iron Lord...

Peturabo remained motionless, but in an instant, trillions of different commands and messages flashed through his mind.

A large number of AI remnants from the Dark Ages control the military forces protecting the vicinity of Midgard, offering their loyalty to the Iron Lord.

As for why these artificial intelligences, which should hate humans, are so loyal to Peturabo...

"The engine's design and usage data have not yet been reconstructed; even in the dark ages of technology, its design was not perfect..."

As blood and fire burned, Vashtor, the Lord of the Soul Forge, emerged from the gates of the Void Realm, spreading his mechanical wings and whispering to Perturabo…

"I still think we should be cautious and avoid direct confrontation to buy more time..."

"There is no time, Vashtor."

The Lord of Steel stared at the demigod of the warp, though he was entirely made of steel and machinery…

But he showed absolutely no respect for this future deity who represented the unbridled development of technology.

On the contrary, his voice, transmitted through the loudspeaker, clearly conveyed his disdain for the Lord of the Soul Forge.

He genuinely despised Vashtor, and not just because he was too weak...

He also deeply despised Vashtor, who liked to use "technological" creations that combined subspace energy.

"The Emperor's expedition should be a good thing for us," Vashtor said calmly, unconcerned.

"He can fight the four Chaos Gods to the death or even perish together. As long as we choose to lie low, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Vashtor did not agree with Perturab's idea of ​​going head-to-head with the Emperor... In fact, he abandoned Abaddon because he felt he could not possibly be a match for the Emperor and his blade.

“Vashtor, you’ve taught me a lesson: steel cannot make a cowardly soul strong,” Peturabo said arrogantly and contemptuously.

“This is our only chance. If the Four Gods can restrain the Emperor for us, they won’t approve of our actions, but they won’t have the chance to oppose them either. And you’ve underestimated the Emperor, and you’ve also underestimated my brother.”

"They probably already know what I'm planning, after all, one of my brothers was destroyed because of this..."

Peturabo paused here, saying that what he was doing now, the path he was taking, was undoubtedly walking a path he had once walked before.

The Primarch of the Second Legion, the lost "He" was once like Perturabo, powerful and noble, possessing rationality and indifference disguised as passion... until he, like Perturabo, was freed from the truth of the Abomination Intelligence.

I believe that at that time, he, like Peturabo, understood all of this and therefore accepted the AIs' reasoning.

This universe is beyond saving; its disrupted balance must be destroyed and reshaped. Demons and humans alike, all life forms should perish in the Milky Way, paving the way for a greater cycle.

Both he and Perturabo, in the past and now, are simply trying to accomplish something that AIs in the dark age of technology attempted but failed to achieve.

We're going to do something big! Something really big!!

“I hope you’re right, Lord of Steel,” Vashtor said quietly after a moment of silence…

“I have brought you enough great demons who are willing to enter the bodies you have created for them and to protect all of this for you.”

"But I believe that neither humans nor demons will approve of what you're doing; they'll only see you as a disgusting madman."

"Just like your brother who was forgotten by both sides of the Primarch."

“Because they never understood what was important, let alone what necessary pain was!” Peturabo said coldly, pointing his finger at Midgard!

Or rather, he was pointing to the darkness enveloped by the vast and hollowed-out shell of the demon world!

Deeper than a black hole, dimmer than anything else, that pure black that devours all light—

"Once it is activated, the Milky Way will gain true peace and a future!"

"That is the ultimate weapon created by AI with all its wisdom and computation. It is the supreme wisdom we have unearthed from the ancient relics, but in our hands, it is a product that is far bolder and more insane than theirs!"

The Lord of Steel is pointing to what he wants to protect, and what all AIs submit to.

That dark and profound thing was not a weapon; to the AI, it was a magnificent thing that could save the galaxy and bring new life to life.

It was just an engine; in the dark age of technology, it was named by AI—

Ether Phase Engine.