Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

"If I can't do it, you can terminate the cooperation at any time."

Old Dorn shook his head. "Even if I believed in your abilities, your proposal wouldn't be very attractive."

As an interstellar empire that rules the entire star cluster, Invert has a very complete technological system. Simply increasing efficiency, reducing costs or improving performance is just icing on the cake.

This would neither advance the empire any further, nor would the Dornish clan gain much from the cooperation.

Perturabo: "I can't promise more. If you're still dissatisfied, you can refuse."

Olympia's technological level is not high, and these are the only chips he can offer.

The initiative of whether to cooperate lies in Invit's hands. They have every reason to reject this proposal, and this is something Perturabo cannot control.

But the Primarchs all have their own pride. If Perturabo only asks for some low-level technology, it can still help Rocks' technology develop rapidly.

The Dorne clan would not refuse either, as these technologies were not precious to them.

But Perturabo's pride wouldn't allow him to do so, so he offered cooperation rather than a request.

Even if the Dornish clans refused to cooperate, Perturabo was still their equal.

Old Dorn cast a sharp gaze at Worp, "What can Terra offer us?"

Wop: "Navigators and astropaths, a galaxy-wide trade network, and the Empire's military protection."

Since Invert was able to establish a pocket empire spanning star clusters, it certainly had no shortage of subspace navigation technology.

But without a navigator, it would be difficult for Invitation to continue expanding its territory.

Without astropaths, communication between different worlds would become very difficult.

Old Dorn: "How many worlds does your empire rule?"

Wop thought for a moment. "At least over 100,000, but counting the exact number is the job of the Ministry of the Interior."

At the end of the Great Crusade, the Imperium possessed over two million worlds. Even though the strength of the various Legions is far from reaching its peak today, the Empire already has twelve Primarchs who have returned, and the pace of conquest will be further accelerated. One hundred thousand is only the most conservative estimate.

Old Dorn stared at Wop, trying to find a flaw in his subtle expression.

If what Wop was saying was true, the Invert Empire was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the Empire.

If the Empire can provide Invert with peace and military protection, it can also provide Invert with war and military occupation. The two are essentially the same.

Even if the empire wanted to maintain its vast territory and expand further, its fleet would have to be very dispersed.

The Invit Empire might be able to gain an advantage in the early stages of a war due to its smaller territory, but the Empire rules over more than 100,000 worlds, and its war potential is thousands of times greater than that of the Invit Empire.

When the Empire began to assemble its fleet to destroy them, the life of the Invert Empire was already on the countdown.

Whether the empire brings peace or war depends on Invit's attitude.

Old Dorn fell silent. Wop's careless confidence didn't seem deceptive.

"Invite can join your empire, but I have a condition." Old Dorn pointed to Dorn in Wop's arms, "This child must join the Dorn clan."

Wop: "I told you, his name is Rogal Dorn."

Old Dorne: "But the Dorne clan did not accept him."

"what about now?"

Wop held Dorn forward, and the old man carefully took the child, who was destined to be extraordinary. "Now he is a member of Clan Dorn, Rogal Dorn."

"If he can prove himself to be good enough, the future of Clan Dorne will be inherited by him!"

If the Primarch holds such a vital position in the Imperium of Man, Clan Dorne must establish a bond with him that transcends interests, rather than simply a cold cooperation.

Perturabo would not accept charity, and blood ties were the strongest bond.

Old Dorn stared at Wop with a questioning look in his eyes. "Why did you name this child Rogal Dorn?"

Wop met the old man's gaze calmly, "Because his name is Rogal Dorn."

Old Dorn looked down at Dorn, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "Rogal Dorn, this was the name I had prepared for my grandson. Unfortunately, my sons were not up to par, so I have no grandson."

"Well, you have it now."

Old Dorn laughed dumbly. "He's my grandson, and you're his father. So what are you to me?"

Wop: "We each have our own opinions."

Old Dorn lowered his head and gently stroked Dorn's tender cheek with his rough fingers.

"Grandpa." Dawn raised his little face and spoke in a baby voice.

"Good boy."

The call made old Dorn's heart tremble, and a smile slowly broke out on his wrinkled face.

If the Empire ever comes to Invit, his promise today will bring peace to Invit.

If the Empire had not come to Invert, he would have gotten a grandson for free, which was a sure win.

Although Clan Dorne is of the Ice Caste, as the patriarch of Clan Dorne, Old Dorne inevitably developed the thinking of a politician.

Old Dorn looked up at Perturabo and said, "Young man, let us discuss cooperation. The Dorn Clan's libraries and databases will be open to you, and you may absorb the knowledge within. But you must fulfill your promise within six months, otherwise this cooperation will be void."

The Empire is the Empire, and Olympia is Olympia.

A grandson is a grandson, and cooperation is cooperation.

Of course, the two cannot be completely distinguished, but they should at least be distinguished in form.

Old Dorn was not obsessed with form, but he keenly understood the pride in Perturabo's bones. He would rather give up cooperation than sacrifice his loved ones, even if it would only benefit him.

Therefore, recognition and cooperation must be two different things.

But he still made a concession, as long as Perturabo could produce any results within half a year, the cooperation could continue.

Perturabo said in a steady voice, "Not six months, I only need one month."

A glint of approval flashed in Old Dorne's eyes. "What a formidable young man! Clan Dorne hasn't had a young man like him in a long time. How old is he this year?"

Wop: "Seven years old."

Old Dorn was startled when he heard this.

Wop added another, "Of course, it could also be two years old."

An expression of disbelief appeared on old Dorn's face. How could this be two years old?

He had originally been thinking about whether he could use marriage to bind another Primarch, but now he immediately dismissed the idea.

Although the difference between two years old and eleven years old is only nine years old, if the original body was this big at the age of two, wouldn’t it be even more terrifying when he becomes an adult?

His granddaughter couldn't help it!

Old Dorn suddenly looked at Wop and asked, "How old are you?"

Wop: "Eighteen."

Old Dorn nodded silently. With a seven-year age difference, they were a match made in heaven!

It is impossible to tie up the Primarch, and the same goes for tying up the Primarch's father.

The relationship might be a little messy.

Chapter 195 Brain: Learned (5K)

In the library of Invert, Perturabo quickly read the contents of the data pad.

The technological level of Olympia and Invert is an all-round technological gap, just like the Trisolarans beating up the primitive people.

Even in the most basic technology, Olympia is far inferior to Invicta.

In terms of system, living standards and technological level, Olympia is no different from the city-state system of ancient Greece, but in terms of standard weapons, it has a beauty that transcends the feudal era.

In addition to the ancient relic lightning gun, Olympia can also make live ammunition rifles by hand, relying on imitation and inheritance of craftsmen.

Invit's standard weapon is the laser gun, and all laser guns are mass-produced by the Hive City factory. They are reliable, easy to maintain and easy to produce.

Whether in terms of power or production capacity, the laser gun crushes Olympia's rifle in all aspects.

Laser weapons work by emitting a highly focused, high-energy beam that, when it strikes a target surface, creates a rapid temperature change and vaporizes it in a small explosion.

The laser gun is extremely powerful. At medium and short distances, the laser can directly break the enemy's limbs.

At longer distances, lasers can also penetrate internal organs and leave wounds as large as bowls.

Compared with live ammunition rifles, laser guns lack the impact of kinetic bullets on the human body and the subsequent bleeding debuff, but their stopping power is not low.

Any part hit by the beam will be mercilessly evaporated. An enemy who has not lost the ability to move despite such serious injuries cannot be stopped by mere bleeding.

This is no longer an ordinary enemy. It is impossible for a laser gun to deal with it. A grenade launcher must be used.

Laser guns also have a longer range than live-fire rifles, better firepower sustainability, almost zero recoil, and the beam is not affected by gravity or wind. Even infantrymen who have only received basic training can hit the target every time when shooting at a fixed target.

In terms of logistics supply, laser guns are countless times more powerful than live ammunition weapons.

The structure of a laser gun is very simple and it almost never jams or misfires. The simple structure means that the probability of malfunction is very low, and maintenance is no more difficult than kicking it up a few times.

At the same weight, the laser gun energy magazine can fire more than three times as many rounds as a live-fire rifle magazine.

The energy box can be charged in various ways including but not limited to sunbathing, charging, and warming by a fire.

Finding the sun and the fire is much easier than carrying a live ammunition production factory with you, and even if the troops are isolated and helpless, it is not so easy to run out of ammunition.

As a standard rifle, the laser gun is undoubtedly qualified.

It’s not that Invit doesn’t have other more powerful standard weapons, but considering the comprehensive cost and logistical advantages, the laser gun is the only choice.

The interstellar empire is too big.

The standard for standard weapons is that they should be sufficient. If they are not sufficient, there will be dedicated personnel to handle them.

Considering the usage scenarios of laser guns, the power of laser guns is completely sufficient in most cases, and even has excess power.

Even if you encounter monsters like orcs or elves, laser guns are more than enough to deal with the enemy's big soldiers.

Although it was difficult to kill the enemy's elite units, that was not the laser gun's fault, but the commander's fault.

The Lebel and Mosin-Nagant of the M2 era could not stop the steel torrent of both virtue and art, and the 98K was also unable to stop the red camp's steel torrent. No one would expect a soldier to be able to use a rifle to fight against the blitzkrieg of a tank cluster.

Otherwise they would not be soldiers, but Astartes.

Standard weapons were originally designed to meet the needs of conventional infantry combat, not to fight against heavily armored targets, which is what heavy weapons teams and armored units should do.

Olympia's overall strength is far inferior to Invit, but this is Perturabo's home planet, and he has the ability to make it better.

This must rely on a more powerful level of technology, and Perturabo must reach a cooperation with Invit.

Let's start with the laser gun.

Dawn sat on the table, tilting his head slightly, "Brother, why did you choose the laser gun?"

After thousands of years of technological innovation, the performance parameters and production processes of laser guns have become very mature, and their production costs can hardly be reduced.

The more basic the technology, the more difficult it is to break through the bottleneck.

Perturabo could have chosen technologies with greater potential for improvement, but he immediately fell in love with the laser gun.

Perturabo: "Because this is cooperation, not charity."

"Remember, brother." Perturabo cupped Dorn's cheek. "We are Primarchs, born to be different. Never let others look down on us. If you want to gain the respect of others, you must first respect yourself!"

Perturabo knew that in order to prove his worth in cooperation with the Dornish clan, he had to come up with an impeccable answer.

Of course, he could have chosen less popular techniques.

As long as he could achieve the promised improvements, old Dorn would choose to continue cooperating, but Perturabo's pride would not allow him to be perfunctory.

It wasn't the Dorne clan that was fooled, but himself.

In basic technology, nothing better demonstrates his talent than the laser gun.

Standard weapons are the benchmark for measuring a civilization's military strength, and laser guns play an irreplaceable role in practicality and universality.

Any improvements to the laser gun can be put into production as quickly as possible, and this technology can provide real benefits to Invicta.

And not just stay in form.

Wop and Sapphire walked into the reading room carrying trays filled with food. Dawn nodded solemnly with a stern face, "I'll remember that, brother."

He is already half a month old and is the same size as a one-year-old child, but his expression is as serious as an adult.

Wop handed Perturabo a piece of steaming bread. "Abo, how's the research going?"