Perturabo's Faith

"Given that the weapon I need is currently only a concept, I hope to have experts in this field join me."

"On your ship, there is a Chronos Magos, Zulin-4."

Nimrod stated directly that in the past he would have had concerns and would have considered seeking others to join, wondering if it would displease Perturabo.

But now, they have established a close relationship.

Zulin-4 will also prove that he surpasses Perturabo in the realm of time.

In Nimrod's memory, the Chronos Magos discovered an Error in Perturabo's design.

Although not a decisive Error, it was enough to cause the deaths of many Iron Warriors.

He wanted to avoid any Error as much as possible; he didn't want the Shadow of Order to pay a bloody price for it.

"I'm not entirely sure if this person even exists," Perturabo frowned. "I need time to confirm."

A moment later, the person completely shrouded in a red robe approached the two Primarch.

He raised his hooded head and opened his metal arms as he bowed.

"Chronos Magos, Zulin-4, pays homage to the Lord of Iron and His Majesty the Monarch."

"You're skilled in matters of time?" Perturabo looked at the Sage on his ship with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Yes, sir, I must admit that, because only a few people in this era understand the power of time."

"I've heard that people in the 'Dark Mechanicum Era' used time-travel weapons, and that they were later avoided."

"Unfortunately, my field is currently neither understood nor respected by my peers."

After his reflections, the Chronos Magos made no attempt to conceal his confidence in his field.

"Faced with these most obscure secrets, they lack the insight I possess; few can understand time as I do—it is the true engine of the universe."

"Of course, you and Lord Nimrod are capable of understanding any profound mysteries."

Perturabo immediately picked up on Zulin-4's pointed remark and said in a cold voice.

"You claim to be dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge, yet you incessantly talk about the soul; everything you do is inherently contradictory."

"I don't want to know how the machine is feeling today, because everything it tells you is just your imagination."

"The Emperor himself welcomed us into the Imperium," Zulin argued. "Omnissiah granted permission for our religion while forbidding all others, for He saw the truth in us."

Perturabo said coldly, "My father is not a messenger of your God of All Machines, regardless of what you believe or what he allows you to think."

"His tolerance of your sect is merely a temporary measure. Your power is too great to be easily subdued, and he also desires your industry to serve the expedition."

Perturabo said dismissively, "I am not interested in any certainty other than your 'application of facts and reason'."

"I am deeply saddened that someone like you cannot comprehend the true meaning of the Omnissiah, for you are far more insightful than even the Sage."

Perturabo remarked sarcastically, "If you want to bring Primarch into your chapels, why not try Ferrus Manus or Vulkan?"

"I think they'll ignore your invitation too."

Zullin-4 did not answer immediately; the Adeptus Mechanicus had been working to spread the glory of the Omnissiah to the Primarch.

Nimrod, Ferrus Manus, Perturabo, and Vulkan all exhibited extraordinary qualities in different ways, with Ferrus having embraced the concept of flesh and blood and deeply integrated with it.

Mars shared its treasure trove of knowledge with Ferrus, granting him access to all the sacred building templates.

The Explorator Fleets, working alongside the "Iron Hands," builds new Forge World and unearths sacred templates second only to Lord Nimrod, favored by Omnissiah.

The Sage who led Ferrus gained great prestige and was valued by Omnissiah, and became Great Sage.

Zulin-4 looked at Lord Nimrod, who had remained silent, and spoke with an eager vibrato in his Sonic Array voice.

"Lord Nimrod, you who are favored by Omnissiah, you will surely see Omnissiah's divine radiance."

Nimrod listened to their conversation, pondering how to completely subdue Perturabo.

Through his previous efforts, he had established a close relationship with Perturabo.

He was certain that he was one of Perturabo's two friends.

Helping Perturabo turn his artistic ideals into reality would be more intimate to him than to Magnus.

But for Nimrod, that wasn't enough.

After all, in a sense, loyalty is not absolutely equivalent to absolute disloyalty.

At least for now, he won't give Perturabo the potion.

But getting Perturabo, who despised faith, to be completely loyal to him was by no means easy.

Examining the dialogue between Perturabo and Zulin-4, Nimrod concluded:

Perturabo's adoptive father Damekos, was right; he did indeed have faith—faith in reasoning, science, and art.

His belief in reason was not due to his emotional detachment or cold-heartedness, nor was it a willingness to pursue order at all costs.

Perturabo's fear of what others cannot see stems from a genuine desire to pursue order at all costs.

[Faith, reasoning, science, and art.]

The pursuit of order.

A flash of inspiration struck Nimrod, and he already had the basic outline of a plan.

As he was pondering this, he keenly noticed the unusual emotion within the synthesized sound of the Zulin-4 Sonic Array.

He smiled slightly and steered the conversation back to the purpose of today's event.

"Sage, let us set aside our differences. I now need a weapon to deal with the potential threat."

"Arsena."

Primarch's Attendants immediately responded to Nimrod's call, connecting the Data Slate to a Logis-Engine in the command room and projecting an image reconstructed by the Primarch using Superman's memories.

"The Hrud, they were discovered between the ventilation openings on the decks of the Voidship, thriving in the darkness."

"Their skin can release various toxins and generate Distortion fields that can confuse Astartes' vision."

"Their biggest problem is that the Entropy Field generated in their bodies causes the surrounding environment to age, and even the Astartes themselves age rapidly."

Perturabo's Trident exchanged glances; if anyone else had said this, they would have dismissed it as nonsense.

However, Nimrod's words could not be ignored by them.

Perturabo's icy blue eyes were deep. After pondering for a dozen seconds, he spoke up and offered his ideas.

"A sufficiently powerful Stasis Device can counteract the entropy field generated by the Xenos."

"That's right," Nimrod affirmed Perturabo's idea, as he wanted Perturabo to design weapons to deal with the Hrud in advance.

Once you obtain Slaugth, the only materials missing from the "Mentor of Disorder" potion are the Enslavers and Herud.

Once the "Rangdan Campaign" is over and the legions have had time to recover, he will launch the "Sak Trada Abyss" campaign ahead of schedule.

Nimrod needs Perturabo to first create a prototype weapon so that the Lord of the Forge and others can make targeted improvements based on the battlefield situation.

He thought of the Error Perturabo made, which was corrected by Zulin-4.

"In the form of a bomb, it can counter the Distortion force fields of several Hrud."

"But as the number of Herud increases, the Distortion effect they create also intensifies dramatically."

"I overlooked that," Perturabo lamented his oversight, glancing at the Chronos Magos.

"So, you call him here."

Nimrod nodded. "That's right, only you can complete this device, but you'll need someone to assist you."

Vulkan's forging skills were unmatched, and Ferrus possessed the most profound knowledge Mystery.

Perturabo's technical skills were no less than either of the two, but he possessed a more brilliant creative talent.

He always designs weapons specifically to meet the needs of the battlefield.

"The Chronos Magos will assist you in completing this device."

As Zulin-4's metal appendages rose, he exclaimed excitedly.

"It would be an honor for us. We might be able to unlock the secrets of Timeline Weapon or design Time Locator to minimize time Distortion during Warp travel."

"I look forward to receiving models of the Stasis Field weapon and the City of Ideals."

Perturabo's icy blue eyes gleamed as he thought of his City of Ideals.

You will see.

Almost simultaneously, as soon as he finished speaking, his built-in Communicator beeped, Nimrod's Communication Bead buzzed, and the Communicator of his Primarch's Attendants and others all emitted notification sounds.

Perturabo walked to the holographic tactical table and slammed his large hand on it.

"The Xenos have launched a full-scale invasion."