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

Chapter 97 Super Thinking Iron Man
It has a humanoid appearance, and the silvery-white metal has the color of a living creature.

The hemispherical head flashes with an orange-red scanning artificial eye, which is completely different from the sturdy and barbaric style of human knights and Titans. The streamlined body is more like some kind of work of art left over from ancient times.

It has no specific weapons, but it is not without killing capabilities. When the order was given, this rescue iron man sent to the battlefield by Roche immediately took action.

The head sensor scanned all the data of the demon in front of it within one nanosecond, including its own mass, instantaneous explosive power, reaction speed, physical strength, attack habits and other information.

Every aspect of the Demon Primarch was defined by the Iron Man, along with the warp power he carried, and fuzzy calculations were performed together, and a corresponding data model was established in the built-in computing core.

In the next instant, the supercomputer's powerful computing engine exhaustively selected the most suitable tools and modes to fight the enemy. In the world of data, it had already fought with Angron millions of times.

Scan - calculate - counter.

All of this happens in a tiny nanosecond.

The real power of Iron Man who possesses super thinking mode lies in his extreme thinking speed. Humans need at least ten milliseconds to think, and the Primitive's thinking speed is dozens or hundreds of times faster, but Iron Man only needs one nanosecond.

The difference in thinking speed between the two sides means that their behavior patterns are unequal. When the attack of the Demon Primarch came, Iron Man had already analyzed and proposed tens of millions of countermeasures.

The force field generator was completed in an instant. The Iron Man raised his palm and grasped the air. Anti-gravity was filled around Angron. The huge beast was isolated in mid-air by the position, without any fulcrum to provide him with leverage.

No matter how powerful he is, he will be completely harmless as long as he is in an isolated environment without gravity.

Angron tried to flap the wings behind him to fly, but the Iron Man had already cut off the air, and he was no different from falling into the deep space.

All free particles were evacuated from the invisible and distorted space, which was much closer to the concept of void than space, and the temperature dropped sharply to near absolute zero.

Without using the idealistic power of psychic energy, the demon Angron was imprisoned by the Iron Man in just a single encounter. It subdued Angron as easily as subduing a mad pet.

The Demon Prince of the Blood God was furious with humiliation. He no longer needed breathing as a form of life support. He tried hard to use the energy of the warp to break free from this ridiculous control.

The Blood God hates psychic energy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know psychic energy. In a sense, the power of the Blood God is the psychic energy that repels psychic energy. Angron released his own warp power to break through the bound space around him.

Like a beast out of a cage, Angron angrily tore through the invisible barrier and charged at the Iron Man again.

The resistance was under observation, and Iron Man took a few seconds to rebuild a machine capable of cutting objects from the spatial level.

It released a faint white light, which was so thin and fragile, like a soft silk thread. When the light came in front of the demon primarch, the silk thread easily cut through the skin and muscles of his arm.

It was not that its body was cut off, but that the space was cut. All matter in the real universe exists in space, and the powerful physical defense of the Demon Primarch was directly ignored.

Angron roared in intense pain, and he flapped his wings and retreated violently. His flesh and blood grew back to heal the cut, and his bones connected again. It was as if nothing had happened except for the severe pain that had not yet subsided.

High-frequency light spots flashed on the Iron Man's head. The disorder of the subspace required its computing core to take more time to come up with a response method.

The logic of Iron Man is based on the framework of the real universe, but the chaos of the subspace makes it possible for anything that goes against common sense to happen, and this chaos is exactly what Iron Man lacks.

It can use ten thousand materialistic methods to launch targeted attacks, and the idealistic ability of the subspace can also directly distort the rules and make the Iron Man's attacks invalid.

Iron Man is best at being reasonable, but Subspace is best at being unreasonable.

Angron's remaining sanity told him that the mechanical lump in front of him was not easy to deal with, and the power of Nuceria's ritual was fading.

The death of those lives and souls is already the limit for summoning the demon of Khorne, not to mention that his existence requires the constant consumption of souls to maintain its own existence.

He needs more skulls and blood, and constantly pleases the Blood God in order to continue staying in the real universe.

The power of the ritual is fading, and the curtain of the real universe is falling again.

At least at this point in time, the subspace cannot intervene in the real universe as it pleases. This universe still belongs to reality.

Luo Jia, who was at the back of the battlefield, saw his last chance slipping away quietly and could only sigh helplessly.

"You only have one chance, if you miss it, you'll miss it."

He used his psychic powers to drag Angron and the Astartes of the World Eaters into the Warp rift where the Khorne Daemons emerged, and took them directly to disappear in the waves of the Sea of ​​Souls.

The Triumvirate, hovering in orbit, slowly faded. It was merely an illusion created by Lorgar. The real Triumvirate had been stationed in Nuceria's Warp projection long before the Ultramarines arrived. "My lord, the traitors have vanished."

The Ever-Victorious Army rushed over and surrounded Guilliman, still in shock.

The bloodthirsty vampires and hell dragons rampaging on the battlefield turned into wisps of ashes that were blown away by the wind. The bloody smell in the air gradually faded away, replaced by the smoke of war and the stench of burning.

"The traitors who have mastered the power of the Warp have always taken the initiative. We are still too passive." Guilliman took off his helmet and breathed the air of Nuceria.

This land has been polluted and corrupted. Even if the tide of the Warp has receded, every grain of sand here still carries a faint force of the Warp.

"Return to Macragge. The traitors have been expelled. They won't be coming back any time soon."

The Lord of the Limits looked back at the ruined Nuceria. The traitors had achieved their goal. On Angron's home planet, they elevated Angron to a demon and made him a puppet of the evil god of the Warp.

Angron's threat will further expand. He is well aware that he was able to fight against the Demon Primarch this time only because he was not familiar with or adapted to the opponent. Angron fought almost entirely on instinct.

There is no concept of time in the subspace. It could be a moment or a thousand years. When he faces Angron again next time, he will show his true colors.

The iron man who saved the original body's life at the most critical moment quietly turned back into its original obelisk appearance and disappeared on the spot under the illumination of the transmission beam.

Guilliman looked deeply at the marks on the ground. It turned out that Roche had hidden some cards. How could the Doomsday Ark from the Golden Age be without an Iron Man?
But he did not express his opinion. The danger of Iron Man does not need to be repeatedly emphasized. Since Luo Xi dared to deploy it on the battlefield, it also means that he has certain countermeasures.

"The reason why you don't show it directly is because you are afraid that I will become suspicious? Hateful intelligence is indeed the enemy of mankind, but it may not be impossible to use it in the current situation. You underestimate my tolerance." The Primarch showed a helpless smile, which immediately attracted the attention of the ever-victorious soldiers around him.

Is my father happy about defeating the traitor?

The Ultramarines recovered the Titans that fell on the battlefield, while the heavy tanks were left behind. Producing these vehicles was not difficult for the 500 Worlds of Ultramar today. Only the Titans of the Mechanicus were worth recycling.

Guilliman decided to have the Mechanicus repair and purify the Warhound Titan that crushed Angron and put it back into service, which was an outstanding achievement.

The next time he meets Angron, he can use this Titan machine that once trampled the demon primarch to fight again.

As for the name... let's change it to Angron Trampler.

The mortal auxiliaries and Astartes who had died in Nuceria were gathered up and their remains burned to ash in the promethium flame.

These corpses, which are contaminated with a large amount of Warp power, cannot be taken away. Experience and lessons have told everyone how dangerous corpses contaminated by Chaos power are.

Taking the Thunderhawk gunship, Guilliman returned to the bridge of Macragge's Glory.

Pharmacists and technical sergeants rushed forward and nervously checked the condition of the Gene Father. After confirming that he was fine, all the Extreme Warriors breathed a sigh of relief.

A strong sense of humiliation emerged in the hearts of the ever-victorious army. They almost made an irreparable mistake again.

Guilliman was unaware of the intense guilt and remorse that was building in his sons' hearts, and he never blamed them.

"My lord, what should we do with Nukeria?" Hill took off his red helmet, attached it to the magnetic device at the back of his waist, and asked the Primarch about his plans.

"There are no living humans in Nuceria anymore. The World Eaters destroyed all the buildings and ruins, not to mention the traces of large-scale demonic activity..."

"Execute the extermination order and completely block the news about Nukeria. Don't let others know what happened in Nukeria."

Guilliman hesitated for a second, but decided to issue the extermination order.

He suddenly understood why the Emperor always maintained a closed attitude towards the Warp. Even to his sons, he was unwilling to reveal any information.

The Warp is so dangerous that even the mere knowledge of the power of Chaos can corrupt people's hearts.

"Imperial Truth is a very effective lie, but it is a lie after all, and it will inevitably be exposed one day."

Nuceria's existence is no longer of any use, but instead becomes a potential disaster.

(End of this chapter)