Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 647 Ryan Returns (Three in One)

"Kill me, Dawn."

"In the battle between you and me, I lost in the end."

The childish voice of little Perturabo rang in Dorn's ears, without any trace of the former brutality and anger, only a hint of sadness.

This Primarch always looked gloomy, as if he was carrying endless pain and torture, and he was only rarely seen smiling.

But now, his anger was gone, leaving only a deadly desire.

For him, this result is more difficult to accept than failure, because he even needs Dorne's help to avoid falling into the hands of the Prince of Joy.

His proud self-esteem had been trampled to pieces.

He knew very well what those disgusting and crazy Emperor's children would do. He had experienced it deeply in the world of the Eldar crones.

However, at that time, his power was taken away by the Maugta Stone given by Fulgrim, and he was paralyzed on the ground and unable to move. Now he has become the body of a child and has no ability to protect himself at all.

Although the neural cables on his head were still there, with his current mental strength, Perturabo was completely unable to command those iron ring robots.

The iron ring robot had some tissue wetware cloned from Perturabo himself implanted inside it, which certainly enabled him to bring out his extraordinary multi-threaded thinking talent, but now he was unable to command it, which instead became a fatal weakness.

The iron-ring robots that were absolutely reliable and obedient in his mind now seemed inferior to the iron warriors whom he had always looked down upon.

"Your sons are trying to recapture you," Dorn said as he retreated to the rear of the battlefield under the cover of the Imperial Fists.

"The Iron Warriors who were ignored and discarded by you didn't give up on you, so why do you give up on yourself?"

"See, Perturabo? At this time, the iron ring robots you are so proud of are not as reliable as the iron warriors you despise. A body of steel does not necessarily defeat a body of flesh and blood."

"Your philosophy is wrong. It's very wrong."

"The true strength of the Astartes lies not in their physical bodies, but in their faith and will, which is enough to penetrate steel."

Although the Primarch's power was gone, his eyesight was not much weakened.

Perturabo watched his offspring charging towards him madly. The City Breaker Fricks, wearing heavy Terminator armor, broke through all obstacles like a walking tank, just to get to the side of the Father of Genes.

Whether it is the Imperial Fists or the Emperor's Children who are allies, they have become enemies of the Iron Warriors equally.

Large-caliber bolt shells and heavy laser cannons cut through the air, and little Perturabo could smell the smell of burning in his nostrils.

"I will not kill you, Perturabo," Dorn said.

"You cannot die until you have been judged before the Father and have paid for your sins."

Little Perturabo stammered for a while, but couldn't say more.

After a brutal battle, Dorne's condition has declined, but Fulgrim is still in peak condition.

Under the cover of other Slaanesh Daemons, the prince of Slaanesh successfully broke through the defenses of the iron ring robots around Adam.

All that could be seen from his four piercing swords was brilliant sword light. Under his superb sword skills, even Lann and Pollax of the Imperial Fists were seriously injured and fell to the ground.

If Fulgrim had no intention of killing them, these sons of Dorne would have long since returned to the Golden Throne.

"I'll say this for the last time!" Fulgrim had already arrived in front of Dorn, and the Sword of the Storm and the Fang of the Storm collided with each other, bursting into brilliant sparks.

"Give him to me!"

"Okay!" Dorn agreed to Fulgrim's threat for the first time.

He threw Perturabo in his hand into the air with all his strength, and Fulgrim was immediately delighted and was about to hold the other party in his hand.

With a flash of whistling plasma tail flame, Adam had already grabbed Perturabo in his hand. He used his two arms behind his shoulders to protect the little Primarch tightly, and then left a series of Blackstone anti-psychic missiles.

Fulgrim used his sword to cut all the missiles into pieces, but the anti-psychic powder made of black stone and the ashes of the Untouchables still covered his face.

The Prince of Slaanesh let out a wail, and the violent scream merged with the attacks of the surrounding noise warriors wielding heavy sonic weapons.

The Eldar warriors who were still fighting on the battlefield fell to the ground in an instant with severe pain, and the Astartes also looked painful. It was not until the Storm Prophet and the Blood Angels' Think Tank took action that their condition improved slightly.

Adam's figure flashed across the sky, and only a series of Mach rings could be seen.

Perturabo was in a very complicated mood. Not long ago, he had threatened to torture Adam in the most cruel way, but now he was riding on the other's body to escape.

This is all so ironic.

He knew very well that the reason these loyalists of the empire wanted to save him was to try him openly and sentence this unforgivable traitor.

His pride and dignity were shattered at this moment.

"My so-called inner and outer strength is just an illusion based on strength."

"Who would care about me if I lost all my powers?"

Adam couldn't hold back his complaints any longer.

"My father once said that you are a giant baby who never grows up, but you have enough power to crush everyone around you." Adam's speaker sounded, and although it was a little distorted by the high-speed wind, Perturabo still heard it clearly.

"Power is your curse. Human children will always encounter setbacks and difficulties in their growth process. It is these that tell an individual where his position is in the society and how he should advance and retreat."

Adam used an analogy: "But because of your innate talent for knowing and the power of a demigod body, even if you encounter setbacks and difficulties, you can break through them with brute force."

"This also causes you to never grow up, to be unable to learn lessons from setbacks and failures, and to always treat the world and everyone around you with an extremely naive concept."

"Is the hatred between you and Lord Dorne really hatred? It is just your dissatisfaction with the emperor's unfair treatment and your stubbornness to prove yourself.

You are jealous of Dorne, jealous that you two are so similar and have similar abilities, but why everyone only likes Dorne and ignores your existence. "

Little Perturabo was silent. He understood that what Adam said was right. In the past, if someone dared to say these things in front of him, he would indeed use violence to make these things he didn't like disappear completely.

If a person is used to using a hammer to solve problems, then when he encounters other problems in the future, he will instinctively use a hammer to solve them.

The reason why he could treat those Iron Warriors in such a capricious way was because his power was not at all equal to that of the Astartes.

He was their father, and the Iron Warriors readily accepted his tyranny.

He has no sense of awe, he has no self-awareness, he has no empathy and the ability to reflect on himself.

The Emperor was an unqualified father. He did not teach Perturabo these things at all. Besides him, who else had the qualifications and ability to discipline the Primarch?

Perturabo's mood swings are actually not much different from those of human children. Which human being can say that he has not tortured and killed small animals such as ants and grasshoppers out of curiosity and playfulness when he was a child?

"My father believed that human nature is evil, but humans established morality and laws to restrain themselves. Only in this way can humans be guided onto the right track. What about you? You are the Primarch, the son of the Emperor. Who can restrain and judge you?"

"When you have knowledge and violence that overrides these constraints, how can you know whether you are right or wrong, and how can you correct yourself after encountering setbacks?"

Perturabo looked deeply at Adam who said this. This fucking iron man was lecturing him.

Ridiculous, but not ridiculous.

After all, it was he who was absurd, not Adam.

As Perturabo was twisted into the appearance of a child by time, the siege in front of the Lion's Gate had actually ended.

The Chaos Space Marines and the Four Gods, who once had order and cooperation, can no longer maintain even the minimum peace.

Perturabo was the brain of the strategic command. Once he left the team, there was no longer a commander who could control everyone and step forward to maintain the situation.

"It's over, it's all over, we will be defeated at the Lion's Gate."

Ahriman, the chief think tank of the Thousand Sons, looked at everything in front of him and couldn't help but let out a wail.

The reason he chose to help Horus was simply because they wanted to find Magnus who was trapped within the Imperial Palace.

The red letter spell prepared by Ahriman urgently needs Magnus' help to be successfully implemented.

But now they can't even get through the Lion Gate, and there is the Eternal Gate defense line behind them. It is obvious that there is no hope at all.

The Chaos Space Marines were fine, as they were still able to carry out an orderly attack under the control of their respective officers, but the demon army composed of Warp Demons was in a terrible state, as they were gradually beginning to lose control.

Ahriman had felt more than once the Blood God's great demon's deep malice towards the Astartes who had surrendered to the Lord of Change.

The huge brass axe was already showing how to chop off their heads as quickly and effortlessly as a noble tribute to the Blood God.

While the demons from the Blood God camp were extremely unfriendly, the demons from the Lord of Change camp were also trying every possible means to harm the Thousand Sons.

Ahriman has dealt with no fewer than three Tzeentch daemons who claimed they could help him break the flesh-changing curse that had befallen the Thousand Sons.

"The damn Blood God Demon can't be trusted, and the Tzeentch Demon can't be relied upon!"

Ahriman was tired of working with these scumbags, and perhaps they should not join Tzeentch.

"Tzeentch is unreliable. We should become independent again after completing the red letter spell. Otherwise, we will only become servants and playthings of these subspace creatures in the future, or until we ourselves become demons."

"The so-called demon upgrade is nothing more than a higher-level slave. The essence has not changed." Qianzi's chief think tank saw it very clearly. He definitely didn't want to upgrade to a demon.

In the end, Fulgrim failed to keep Dorn, nor was he able to bring little Perturabo to the Prince of Pleasure. After Sanguinius and Jaghatai Khan dealt with their respective opponents, they quickly returned to support.

In front of the extremely powerful Sanguinius, even someone as arrogant as Fulgrim had to carefully consider his own weight.

He saw that Xarathi the Demon, a bloodthirsty demon created by Slaanesh specifically to fight against the Blood God, had her spine pulled out and her body torn apart by Sanguinius.

"Retreat, there is no point in staying here any longer."

Fulgrim rarely gave the order to retreat to his descendants, but many of the Emperor's children who were already high had already immersed themselves in the pleasure of killing and even ignored the orders of the Father of Genes.

He was too lazy to care about these offspring and just walked away.

God of Slaanesh, he had already fought with all his might, but the enemy was just too strong, so it wasn't his fault.

"Our Gene Father has been captured by the Empire. Our best plan now is to return to the Iron Blood and make plans."

City Breaker Fricks was ultimately unable to rescue his father due to the obstruction of the Imperial Fists, but for no apparent reason, he suddenly felt relieved, as if he had let go of a worry.

Perturabo had become a powerless toddler, and he could no longer be as brutal and cruel as before.

"The Empire will most likely not kill a rebellious Primarch who is no longer a threat, so we still have hope. As long as Father is not dead, we have a chance to save him!"

Fricks said this to the soldiers of the legion, and no one refuted his opinion, because there was no other veteran in the legion who could match the city breakers in terms of seniority and status.

The Trident Krog, who was sent by Perturabo to attack the Lion's Gate, had already been blasted into pieces by the Empire's defense forces in the brutal siege, and no one knew where his ashes were scattered.

Most of the 1,300 Leviathan siege-type dreadnoughts that followed him in the rapid attack had been killed, and all of the 500 death strike platforms had been destroyed.

"Retreat. If we retreat now, there may still be a glimmer of hope."

After the Emperor's Children retreated, the Iron Warriors forces fell back to their own positions after paying a heavy price.

They just took a short rest and then returned to the Iron Blood, which was now in orbit, via landing craft.

Seeing that the leaders had no desire to fight any longer, the smaller Alpha Legion, Night Lords Legion, Thousand Sons Legion and others also began to think of ways to escape from this troubled place.

Only the Sons of Horus led by Abaddon were still attacking the Saturn Wall defense line in the other direction of the palace.

The Sons of Horus are very different from the other Traitor Legions. Their Primarch still remains in orbit aboard the Vengeful Spirit, awaiting the fateful time to challenge the Emperor.

They had no choice but to wait for Horus to defeat the Emperor, or for the Emperor to kill Horus, and then they would all perish here. However, after retreating to the Iron Blood, Fricks was extremely distressed to find that the Imperial warships surrounding his warship had already blocked all escape routes.

Especially the three extremely large Thundercloud-class planetary battleships. The furious Lion King had penetrated all lines of defense and stood in Terra's orbit again.

And around them was the Mountain Phalanx of the Imperial Fists and the Emperor's Dream, the mount of the Lord of Mankind. Any one of these terrifying warships was no match for the Iron Blood.

If it weren't for the threat posed by the Iron Blood and the fleet, forcing Ryan Johnson not to act rashly, they would have been turned into space junk and scattered in the cold void.

"Surrender is your last resort."

"Perturabo has been captured. You don't stand a chance."

The Lion's cold voice rang out in the cabin of the Iron Blood. Due to the lack of portholes, they could not see the surrounding Imperial warships directly with their naked eyes, but everyone could feel the determination in the words of the Caliban people.

Everyone knows that this mad lion will never show any mercy. If he says he will kill you all, he will kill you all.

Never doubt the First Legion. They are not the Space Wolves who claim to be the gendarmerie. They are absolutely exterminating scavengers who are responsible for eliminating all threats in secret for the Lord of Mankind.

The Space Wolves may hesitate and soften their hearts, but the Dark Angels never will.

"Fricks, we have no way to open the subspace channel from Terra orbit again and escape the encirclement of the sky and earth net."

"The Legion has come this far. Whether it's destruction or survival, we'll take your word for it."

"With steel inside and out, why fear death?"

The usually silent Iron Warrior finally began to speak his mind in the absence of the Gene Father.

In the past, Perturabo would never give them the opportunity to speak. After all, how could these descendants who were not even as good as the iron ring robots have the qualifications to speak?

Some of them wanted to fight the Empire to the death, while others wanted to survive. They wanted to meet their genetic father and see whether Perturabo, who had become a child, would change.

All kinds of chaotic voices echoed in Fricks' ears, disturbing his heart.

If they wanted to break out by force, they would have to fight their way through the fleet encirclement formed by the Dark Angels, Imperial Fists, Blood Angels, White Scars and the Night Lords, the traitor.

And this is only the army within the solar system. Outside the solar system, the ambitious Lord of the Far East is leading the power of the entire Five Hundred Worlds and the Legion of the Raven Guard to pursue and intercept.

When he thought of this, Fricks' heart turned cold.

No matter how confident he was in himself, he didn't think he could overcome so many obstacles in succession.

Because even if Perturabo came to command personally, he would be pinned to the ground by Lion Johnson and his spine would be broken.

We are surrounded by enemies on all sides and have no chance left.

"Surrender, we have no choice."

"For the Primarch, for the Legion, surrender."

There was silence, which was a sad fact.

Fricks smiled miserably, and he could only surrender to Ryan Johnson.

"Connect me to the New Caliban."

After a rustling sound of communication waves, the two sides established a stable communication link.

"Respected Lion King Lionel Jonson, this is Warsmith Fricks, on behalf of all members of the Iron Warriors Legion, I surrender to you."

Fricks' heart was bleeding, but he had no choice.

"Permitted to surrender, all personnel must surrender their weapons, the battleship's void shields, engines, and weapon arrays must be taken offline, and our boarding personnel must intervene."

"Don't show any resistance, or we will not accept surrender."

Ryan's voice rang out, and Fricks breathed a sigh of relief instead.

"I had known this..."

As City Breaker Fricks issued the order to surrender, the entire Iron Blood and the nearby fleets belonging to them had to act according to the order.

Perturabo had already established a death-binding system before parachuting to the surface.

Either Ryan had to send boarding troops to pull out these nails one by one, or shoot down the warships and let them fall to the surface of Terra, causing widespread damage.

This was indeed a brilliant move, which greatly delayed the loyalists' counterattack, but now, everything was meaningless.

The battleship's plasma reactor died, and the blue flames spewing from behind its engines died with it.

You have to know that it takes a long time for a space battleship to restart its reactor and engine. Once it is shut down, it is basically impossible to start it again on the battlefield.

The void shield of the Iron Blood slowly dissipated, and the layer of defense formed by the barrier of the subspace disappeared. The Iron Blood was truly exposed to the deadly threat of the Imperial fleet's naval guns and light spears.

Fricks personally removed the Ironblood's teeth and armor, rendering the dangerous beast a harmless herbivore.

But not all rebels would follow Fricks' orders. Part of the Alpha Legion and the Night Lords who were expelled from the Legion by Curze tried to escape in the chaos, but unfortunately Ryan was already prepared.

The ferocious light spears hit those restless warships with almost saturation firepower. Under the ultra-high temperature melting, those warships and the traitors inside were reduced to ashes.

Soon after, the Dark Angels and other loyalists sent out fully armed landing forces to board the Iron Warriors' fleet.

These murderous and loyal warriors directly disarmed the traitors and took control of all the key positions in their own hands to ensure that the traitors would never be able to play any tricks such as surrendering first and then rebelling.

Even after gaining complete control of the ships, the loyal Space Marines hoped that the traitors would rise up in rebellion so that they could kill them on the spot.

However, Fricks was very smart. He knew the little thoughts of the Dark Angels, so he severely suppressed the rebellious sentiment within the legion and even killed a few troublemakers to intimidate everyone.

As the highest-ranking commander of the Iron Warriors, Fricks was brought before Lion's Jonson by a squadron of Dark Angels' Deathwing Terminators.

The city-breaker looked up at the Lion of Caliban in front of him, and an instinctive fear emerged from the bottom of his heart, because he knew best what the butcher in front of him had done, and how many rebels had died under the sword of the Lion King.

"My lord, the rebel warships in Terra's orbit have been taken under control. It's time to return to the palace on the surface to defend the Emperor." The Lion King's chief steward, Costwayn, said to Ryan.

"According to the battleship's intelligence, the rebels in front of the Lion's Gate of the Imperial Palace have fallen into a state of collapse, and only the Warp Demons are attacking the Lion's Gate."

Corswayn quickly checked the data on the computer screen of the new Caliban's Thinker, but then he added.

"There is a gap in information. The Sons of Horus who remain on Terra are attacking the Imperial Palace. According to our intelligence, the enemy commander is the Captain of the First Company of the Sons of Horus: Ezekiel Abaddon."

"He is leading the elite troops of the legion to concentrate their forces to storm the Saturn Wall defense line on the southwest side of the palace."

As soon as he heard the name, Ryan's uneasiness disappeared.

If it's Abaddon, then there's nothing to worry about. This man has great ambitions but little talent, strong limbs but a simple mind, and he doesn't pose much of a threat.

"Pass on my order. All landing forces will be airdropped to the battlefield of Lion's Gate. I will personally purge those damned Warp demons for the Emperor."

Ryan's words were murderous. He should be held responsible for his negligence, but fortunately, everything has not yet reached the worst time.

The Lion's Gate has not fallen, and the offensive of the Four Gods and Demons has passed its climax. Dorne's defense line has firmly resisted the impact of these unliving beings.

"As expected of Dorne, he is the high wall of the empire." Ryan said with conviction, "If it were me, I might not be able to defend the palace."

"If you waste any more time, he will really be unable to defend. Will the great Lion Jonson finish your victory speech?"

At this moment, an extremely unsociable and sarcastic voice was heard. The only one who dared to get close to Ryan and fire his weapon was the Midnight Haunter.

The Lion King's good mood suddenly turned dark. He was too lazy to pay attention to this guy and immediately led the legion to launch an orbital airborne.

The fireworks from the orbital drop pods lit up the entire sky, with landing craft following behind. Tens of thousands of Astartes descended on the battlefield in front of the Lion's Gate where the fighting was still going on, with pure anger and loyalty to the Emperor.

Ryan's tall figure was looming in the dust stirred up by the airdrop pod. He was wearing black and gold power armor, his fluttering cloak dancing behind him, and his huge lion sword flashing a dazzling cold light.

Curze's figure appeared behind him, and the Nostramo activated mercy and forgiveness in his hands, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Traitors! I have returned!"

Inspired by the loud battle cry, the six wings of the Dark Angel merged into one, strangling the Chaos Demon Army with terrifying speed and efficiency.

Ryan Johnson took the lead and brought his guards to hunt down those huge Chaos Daemons.

He felt the blood in his body come alive, and the scenes of surviving in the dangerous jungle of Caliban flashed before his eyes. The lion launched his own hunting action.

With the addition of this new force, the pressure on the loyalists was immediately relieved.

There are six Primarchs fighting on this battlefield, and on the rebel side, only the Chaos Daemons are capable of fighting against the Primarchs.

The Iron Man Legion that came along with them, under the control of the main control computer, divided and strangled the Chaos Demon Army.

After detecting Adam's signal fluctuations, the main control computer directly transferred the command authority to the other party. In terms of battlefield control and decision-making capabilities, Adam is still superior.

"Boom, boom, boom--"

The Titan Legion, following closely behind the Space Marines, also airdropped. These mountain-like divine machines brought with them an unparalleled sense of oppression, and attacked the Death Skull Legion, which was attacking the Imperial Palace, from behind.

Faced with this situation of being trapped from both inside and outside, even the demon armies of the Four Chaos Gods were powerless.

They originally needed the traitors to provide them with ritual sacrifices to maintain their existence, and now the Word Bearers who stayed on Terra have exhausted their materials.

Whether the other traitors could escape in the chaos depended on luck, but it was obviously impossible for these extremely large and bulky divine machines to retreat.

The Death Skull pilots, whose wills had been contaminated by the power of chaos, launched a suicidal attack on the palace with endless rage and despair.

The Yanyang Titan Legion immediately launched a resolute counterattack, and the extremely brutal Titan showdown continued.

The dark apostle Layak looked grim, as if he had anticipated the current situation.

"Now it all depends on whether Horus can defeat the Emperor. If he fails, then there is no need for us to struggle anymore."

"By the Warp, Horus, what are you waiting for?"

Even the Chaos Demon who was descended by the four gods had no choice but to bow out under the stranglehold of the six Primarchs. Compared with the Primarchs, the Demons acting in the real universe are far inferior after all.

With the Great Unclean One who held out to the end being killed by Sanguinius's Spear of Perfect Victory, all the demons that posed a huge threat had been wiped out.

"Don, how is father?"

After reuniting with Dorn and the others, Llane Jonson immediately asked about the Emperor's condition, but soon his attention fell on little Perturabo beside Dorn.

"This..." The Lion King was suddenly speechless. He had to lower his head with great effort to see the small figure of Perturabo.

Yes, this is definitely Perturabo. No one else has such a depressed and gloomy temperament except him. Not everyone has a dead mother face all day long.

If he remembered correctly, in addition to little Perturabo, the female Mortarion had also been captured.

But when he thought about facing these two former brothers, Ryan Johnson couldn't help but feel a headache.

He would rather go to a more dangerous battlefield to hunt those big demons, and he really didn't want to face these two damn "brothers".

Mortarion became a woman, his sister, and by the Emperor, Llane didn't want to think about these ethical issues at all.

Why does everything turn out like this?

(End of this chapter)