Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 638 Perturabo: The Empire will witness the mechanical frenzy of the Lord of Steel!
"My brother, please don't be too late..."

Guilliman thought so as he tried to resist the corruption of Chaos of Joy.

I can't hold on for much longer.

He finally understood what it felt like to be targeted by the Chaos God. It was so difficult to resist.

He also understood why Horus had been corrupted by the temptations of the gods. If he were in that state, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

It is difficult for any Primarch to resist the high-intensity corrosion of Chaos for a long time, unless he has never fallen into the trap of the Chaos God.

"Brother Ron was able to persist for a long time under the corrosion of the joyful illusion. What a strong willpower! "

The Lord of Ultramar, the Ultimate Primarch, and the loyal son of the Emperor, admired his good brother, the savior, more and more.

I am in an illusion and it is difficult to hold on. It is not a physical temptation but a spiritual one.

Even if the relevant organs and hormones are eliminated, there is no way to suppress the hormones that are inexplicably produced.

It is more difficult to control thoughts.

“The fact that Brother Ron has endured the corruption of pleasure in his sleep for so long and has persisted to this day is a testament to his iron will.

It also reflects the indomitable spirit of our human race!"

Guilliman pushed Evelyne away with difficulty, his expression firm as he resisted the corruption of his thoughts.

The Savior once told him about his situation and his legendary deeds of resisting Slaanesh for a long time, and he lamented the difficulty of resisting the evil god.

That brother's indomitable will also inspired Guilliman.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, rejecting the corruption and pleasure that came:
"As the Lord of Ultramar and a loyal son of the Emperor, I cannot lose too much to my brothers. I cannot become a disgrace among the Primarchs!"

More importantly, in the illusion now, there is not only Everenee, but also the saints of the state religion, the Aether of the Tau Empire, and even the Necrons, the Green-skinned Orcs, and the Tyranids!
Of course, there are also a large number of joyful banshees and various ugly beasts of joy.

It can be described as a hodgepodge of the galaxy and the subspace, with demons dancing wildly.

Guilliman took in the beauty, the strange shapes, the stench, and the sight before him, and took a deep breath.

If I were to fall into pleasure like the traitor Fugen, what would happen to these things?

Then one will lose all dignity and glory, and only shame will be left.

"What a sad ending..."

Guilliman thought so.

No wonder those who fell into the magic world of pleasure and managed to escape kept silent about that experience or were vague about it.

Those experiences were only mentioned briefly in official records, which merely warned those who were caught in them to maintain their willpower, and preferably destroy their own hormone organs in order to stay awake.

He even declared that the illusion of pleasure was the most dangerous and irresistible corruption, and that the imperial atmosphere must be severely purged to reduce pollution.

It would be difficult for any warrior to tell the world when they encounter this, right? !
That is an unacceptable shame, and I will probably be laughed at by other brothers for the rest of my life.

It will also bring about a court of inquiry.

But now, what he encountered was the illusion of the Lord of Pleasure, which was even more shocking. If he had a chance to escape, he would definitely bury this painful memory.

"I must learn from Brother Ron and reject all temptations!"

Guilliman swore secretly in his heart and mobilized more will.

Suddenly he thought of a terrible fact. Could it be that the traitor Fugen was recording the video?

"He would absolutely do that!"

The Lord of Ultramar shuddered and became more worried: "The traitor was humiliated by Brother Ron's video and will definitely take revenge.

Therefore, he will use the same method against me. If I can't hold on, I'm afraid I will face unbearable humiliation!"

He couldn't bear the thought of such an ultimate social death.

"If I become like that, perhaps death will be my best ending..."

That was a humiliation that even the Demon Prince of Pleasure, Fulgrim, found difficult to accept, let alone an Imperial Legend.

"My good brother, accept this, and perhaps we can become fighting brothers again.

Once you accept the beauty of the Lord of Joy, you will know how wonderful it is.”

At some point, the Fallen Phoenix mixed into the group of demons in the illusion, his tone full of encouragement.

It creates a special atmosphere that gives people goose bumps.

"Traitor, what on earth do you want to do?!"

Guilliman swallowed and leaned closer to the throne, feeling a little cold.

He was bound in reality, and in the illusion, he had no way to fight and could only use his will to resist.

He had never been so panicked before, and his back felt even tighter.

After the Lord of Ultramar returned, he learned from certain channels about the actions of his fallen brothers.

It is said that after Fulgrim's fall, he even rallied with his own legion of the Emperor's Children.

No one dares to imagine whether the other party will do something unimaginable here!

“Ron, Khan, Leon, when will you come to support us?
Brother, I... I'm afraid I can't resist it!"

Guilliman had never hoped so much for support, and he hoped even more that his brothers would arrive in time.

He missed his brothers.

Outside the illusion, the Fallen Phoenix Fulgrim had a playful expression on his face, staring at the Lord of Ultramar covetously.

He was almost getting the blasphemous image he wanted.

At the same time, countless gems rose above the duel arena, as many as a million.

The structures of these gems are similar, forming a special array that is connected to the central black and yellow Maugeta stone that emits a special glow.

That is a magic circle that absorbs the essence of the subspace.

"Hypocrite, all of this is prepared for you. It is several times more powerful than the array that absorbed Perturabo's power.

When I get your power, I will become the most favored being of the Lord of Pleasure and ascend to His throne instead of always being under His throne..."

Fugen became even more excited as he looked at the Maogeta stone formation that was gradually taking shape.

Although his strength is not the strongest among the Primarchs, he is still among the top, and he has more combat wisdom, and can use traps to achieve glorious results.

Now that he has defeated Ferrus, Perturabo and Guilliman, the Savior will surely be defeated by him.

“Not only that, once Carlos’s data corruption array is completed, I will spread the blasphemous images of you in the illusion over the years throughout the empire.

You will lose all your dignity and be despised by the people of the empire!"

Just thinking about this, Fugen couldn't help but smile.

Even Guilliman felt extremely humiliated by this, so the hypocritical guy who cared so much about his image must be even more painful.

The image and power that the savior had accumulated before will be destroyed in an instant.

He couldn't wait to see the Savior's furious look after he discovered that his blasphemous image was spreading through the spiritual network.

The Savior's psychic network will also become a channel for the spread of joy, causing terrible damage to the empire.

That moment is almost here.

Afterwards, Fulgrim intensified the torture and temptation of the Lord of Ultramar.

Such torture will continue until the arrival of the Savior.

"Damn it, you abominable alien monster!"

Guilliman suddenly pushed away a green man with a handsome face.

He was teetering on the brink of social death, his whole body numb.

If the Lord of Ultramar was corrupted and lost his will, leading to the appearance of the blasphemous video, then those short videos with the greenskins would be spread.

That's it!
What a vicious method! Wouldn't I have to hide in the subspace and pretend to be dead from now on? !
Guilliman thought of the bold words he had said before entering the duel arena, and felt even more regretful.

It is better to fight side by side with Brother Ron. Is it possible that good brother will really believe my bold words and not come to support me?
Now he can only hold on, and never give in even if he faces torture and corruption at the same time!
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Callistoth.

hum~
The chaotic energy in the outer area of ​​the Demon Palace suddenly rioted without any warning, accompanied by the faint roar of machinery.

A colorful subspace rift opened up, and a four-legged giant fortress engine stepped in, looking like a mechanical factory had given birth to limbs.

It seems particularly weird.

That was a mechanical factory in the Forge World that was corroded and activated by a mechanical virus. Even while moving, it was still continuously producing chaos machines.

Afterwards, there was the roar of more gears and engines, and a torrent of chaotic machinery arrived, densely packed.

Some of those chaos machines have the form of deformed humans, while others look like ferocious beasts, all of them are equipped with deadly weapons.

Their offensive was so powerful that they quickly overwhelmed the Dark Angels' defenses and even suppressed the defenses of many Imperial relic machines.

Even the large dreadnoughts were destroyed, and a War Titan was knocked down and torn apart.

"We can't stop the Chaos Machines. Request support immediately."

Lazarus, the fifth captain of the Dark Angels, was shaking as he looked at the mechanical frenzy before him.

Such terrifying power is even more terrifying than the Lion’s original Extinction Mecha Corps!
"Emperor...

Those are the technologies of the Extinction Mechas. The Lord of Steel used the Iron Man technology of the Dark Ages to mass-produce Chaos Engines! "The Dark Angels' technical sergeant looked at the Chaos Machines that released destructive firepower, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

As a member of the inner circle, he could naturally distinguish the structure of the extinction mecha.

Although Lord of Steel Perturabo did not completely create the Extinction Mecha, he still replicated the related technology and even mixed it with Chaos casting technology.

Make them more crazy.

The technologically proficient Demon Prince has been silent for ten thousand years, building a large number of chaos machines.

Now, he finally released this long-accumulated destructive force, and the Dark Angel's defense line was shattered like paper.

This is the war mode he has been looking forward to since he became a demon - using massive, terrifying, and ferocious war machines to crush all enemies that stand in his way!

"How long can our defense hold out?!"

Lazarus asked, taking a deep breath.

Their troops were dealing with enemies from the side and did not need to bear too much pressure.

However, the Lord of Steel's forces attacked from the side with a force beyond anyone's imagination.

They must hold out for a while until the Savior forces arrive.

“Judging from the current situation, it’s at most one-third of Terra’s time, but the number of enemies is still increasing.

The time we can hold out will be shorter than we think, not to mention... the Lord of Steel may arrive at any time."

The commander's deputy compiled the data on the battlefield and gave an answer.

The situation is not optimistic.

As soon as he finished speaking, astonishing chaotic energy burst out.

Such clear fluctuations, and the suffocating feeling it emanated, attracted the attention of the Dark Angel.

They looked up.

A huge, heavy figure emerged from the crack and landed on the platform of the Mobile Chaos Factory.

The being held a huge warhammer in his hand, full of oppression. The data cable at the back of his head was connected to heavy armor, like a steel beast, constantly emitting electrical frequency fluctuations.

In an instant, almost all the chaos engines roared, as if the machine souls were completely stimulated.

This is even more effective than the binary chants of the Mechanicus.

As soon as the heavily armored being appeared, the Dark Angels realized his identity—

The Primarch of the 4th Legion Iron Warriors, the Hammer of Olympia, the Lord of Iron, Perturabo!

After the appearance of the Fallen Primarch, a large army of Iron Warriors followed closely behind.

Massive artillery fire covered the Dark Angels' positions, almost overwhelming them and making it impossible for them to raise their heads.

As the main force of the Great Crusade, the Iron Warriors are not only strong in fighting against enemies, but also have the most powerful firepower.

I particularly like the tactic of using artillery fire coverage.

Now that the Iron Warriors have fallen into Chaos and freed themselves from the shackles of the Imperium, they are able to create more Chaos war machines and have even more terrifying firepower.

The artillery fire covered almost every position, making the defense of the position shaky.

If the Savior had not provided a batch of shield defense facilities, this position would have fallen long ago.

"The Empire has fallen... No, I have become stronger, stronger than during the Great Crusade.

The false emperor will eventually realize what a mistake he made and regret his stupidity."

Although Perturabo looks like a ferocious beast, his mind is clear and he has a kind of calmness amidst his wildness.

There was even a spark of knowledge in those ferocious eyes.

He came out this time just to let the empire have a taste of his own chaos mechanical frenzy.

Let the pathetic false emperor on the Golden Throne know how he has wasted the war potential of the Lord of Steel.

No one in the empire knows better than himself how to use the war machine and how to win a war.

"All this is what the Empire deserves..."

Perturabo did not roar or make a ferocious look, he simply raised the Furnacebreaker hammer.

boom--

A huge ray suddenly shot out from the giant turret of the Mobile Chaos Factory and hit the Titan Machine in front.

The terrifying rays immediately destroyed the Titan's shield, then hit its body, detonating the entire machine.

The destruction of the Titan Machine crushed the morale of the Dark Angels and gave rise to more fear.

This mobile chaos factory unleashed a firepower even more terrifying than that of a general cannon.

They have no chance of resisting!
But this was nothing to Perturabo. Technology was as easy to him as breathing.

The casting technology that the Mechanicus had been pursuing was something that he could see through at a glance.

It's as if I knew it by nature.

Even if it is the Savior's technology, as long as more data is obtained, the Lord of Steel can learn and copy it, and can also add more dark technology on that basis.

"I didn't expect that in just over a hundred years, the galaxy would see a technological renaissance. Unfortunately, that technology soon became mine."

Perturabo thought so.

He is also interested in the Savior's new technology and hopes to obtain more of it.

To satisfy his own boring life and at the same time build a more terrifying chaos engine.

There is also the technology of the psychic network, as long as we can obtain the engine of even one core node.

He would have the opportunity to create the same machine soul life and build a large network for chaos technicians.

At the same time, it cultivates its own mechanical life and provides huge computing power.

That might be a more interesting and perfect experiment. The savior will sadly find that his technology will be surpassed by himself and he will lose all his advantages!

“These lion’s offspring are still so bad, there is no progress at all.

It's a complete waste of the dark technological relics left to them by the false emperor."

Perturabo shook his head, somewhat disdainfully.

Obviously, he was the one with the most knowledge and the most proficiency in mechanical skills in the empire, but the false emperor gave those dark technology relics to Leon and his legion.

Isn't that a form of defense?
The false emperor was afraid of his own talent and forbade him and the Iron Warriors to conduct deeper mechanical research.

Instead, treating them as consumables of war is simply foolish.

yah~
The heavy armor of law on Perturabo's body burst out with a large amount of electrical frequency fluctuations, connecting more troops and machines through the complex command system integrated inside.

Then he will exercise control over the combat units under his command.

At this moment, he is the data center of the legion, a huge computing engine supported by the human brain.

The Lord of Ultramar's art of command is nothing compared to the Lord of Steel. Not to mention controlling the artillery, he can even control the temperature of the artillery!

Following Perturabo's mobilization, the Iron Warriors Legion moved like a precision mechanical instrument.

With fierce and accurate firepower, they quickly defeated the Dark Angels' defense.

……

Boom boom boom——

There was a roar of intense artillery fire outside the Imperial Emperor, and the roar of chaotic machinery could be faintly heard in the distance.

Ron was on the observation deck, his eyes fixed on the data pad in his hand.

He was watching the important information reported by the Internet Purification Department not long ago, a forbidden virtual image, and making a clicking sound.

"That guy Lao Ji is also in love, and he actually did this kind of thing with the Death Herald."

Of course, Ron was just joking, knowing that the Guilliman brothers had fallen into the trap of a joyful illusion.

But the inevitable result is that it would be strange if that brother didn't step into the trap.

He frowned. "Alas, I don't know if Lao Ji can hold on. I hope he can hold on until we can locate the exact location of the duel arena. I don't know if there is a Maogeta stone there..."

As we all know, it is very difficult to resist the corrosion of pleasure. If I encountered such an illusion, I would have collapsed and mounted my horse.

What can Tyrannosaurus do? !
But I am not worried about corrosion, I am just afraid that Guilliman can't hold on, so that I don't have to go to the Lord of Pleasure to rescue him.

That would be extremely difficult.

"By the way, Perturabo seems to have some grudge against that pervert Fulgrim. I wonder if we can take advantage of it?"

Ron sighed, turned off the data pad, and looked at the chaotic battlefield in the distance.

The Imperial Emperor was moving at high speed, heading towards the Dark Angels' battlefield, and they sent out a call for help.

He must deal with Perturabo, the enthusiastic netizen and tsundere monster, as quickly as possible. It would be best if he could be brought back, as it would be a great thing for human scientific research.

Otherwise it will be physically destroyed.

As an enemy, that guy may be a greater threat than any fallen primarch!
(End of this chapter)