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

Perturabo took a bite of bread, his voice slightly muffled from chewing, but his tone remained firm. "I've understood the basic principles of the laser gun. Optimizing it shouldn't be too difficult."

The laser gun may look simple, but the technology it contains is not low at all.

It involves the cross-application of dozens of disciplines such as optics, electronics, and materials science, and this knowledge is completely missing in Olympia's scientific and technological system.

Perturabo had to start from the most basic theoretical knowledge. Only after building a complete knowledge system and integrating it, could he claim to understand the basic principles of laser guns and come up with effective optimization plans.

Wop: "Any idea?"

Perturabo: "The working principle of a laser gun is to use energy input to excite atoms in a medium. The excited atoms will release coherent photons, which gradually accumulate in the medium and form a high-energy beam through multiple reflections and absorptions."

"It's difficult to reduce the cost of laser guns any further, and their ease of maintenance leaves little room for structural improvement."

"Invicta's standard rifle is a current-driven model. Changing it to a pulsed or continuous-excitation model would require a massive amount of engineering effort, essentially redesigning the rifle from scratch."

"So my solution for improving the laser gun is to increase its output power based on its existing structure. The core components of the laser gun are the electroluminescent semiconductor, the drive circuit, and the confined resonant cavity. With just a simple parameter setting, the output power of the laser gun can be effectively increased."

"So you have a concrete plan?" Wop asked.

Perturabo: "It's only theoretical. I still lack practice."

Wop: "What do you need?"

Perturabo: "A lasgun and a workshop."

"Sapphire."

As soon as Wop shouted, Saphir's right hand was on the communicator, "I'll notify you right away."

……

To be honest, Wop could also understand the basic principles of the laser gun.

But this kind of understanding is similar to shooting a laser by pulling a trigger. He knows the target but not the source. The specific parameter correction is no different from a heavenly book in his eyes.

He was not cut out for scientific research, but the Primarchs were all versatile, and Perturabo was a natural born science and engineering man.

Perhaps only Vulkan and Ferrus could be compared with him in terms of craftsmanship, while the other Primarchs were slightly inferior.

But their focus is also different.

Vulkan often creates powerful artifacts that can destroy the world, Ferrus is keen on creating war machines, and Perturabo wants to be an architect, but the cruel reality forces him to become a war engineer.

But he did not give up his job as an architect. He often used his spare time to design the Rocks city-state in his mind, which was also a form of relaxation and entertainment for him.

Wop's voice was very low. "Don, can you understand?"

Dawn blinked his clear eyes, "Can't father understand?"

Wop's cheek twitched slightly, and Dorn's talent for being a mouth man was already taking shape.

Dorn found an excuse for Wop's silence. He responded seriously, "Father, are you testing me? Although I'm only seventeen days old, I can still understand these basic theories."

Wop didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, but this was his own child after all, and he couldn't ignore him.

Wop warned earnestly, "Don, when chatting about things that don't involve efficiency, you don't have to be so blunt. Try to be more tactful."

Dorn: "What kind of efficiency?"

"In war, work, or any situation that requires efficiency, you can be concise and clear, but when dealing with people, you must learn the art of speaking. For example, right now, you can try to be a sincere listener."

Dorn's face was tense, his eyes fixed intently on Wop's face, and he listened attentively.

"When you talk to people, do it in a friendly way and avoid being offensive."

“Even if you find someone’s mistake, you should learn to remind them tactfully.”

“Many times, euphemistic expressions are more acceptable than direct ones, and are more likely to achieve the desired effect.”

"If you want to persuade someone to correct a mistake, it's better to offer that advice humbly rather than forcefully ordering them to obey."

Dawn hesitated and said, "Do I have to lie?"

"Being euphemistic doesn't mean fabricating facts." Wop sighed helplessly. Dorn's character flaws were as obvious as Perturabo's.

He is always stubborn and outspoken.

Dawn quarreled with the other brothers more often than the unpopular ones.

Because unpopular brothers are aware of their situation, they will tactfully avoid the crowd or simply respond with their fists, which is simple and straightforward.

But Donne is different. He is stubborn and arrogant. He is not lacking in political wisdom, but he is taciturn and very talkative.

Although not obvious, Dorne's arrogance is second to none among the Primarchs.

This arrogance is also reflected in his stubbornness, and he can always point out his brother's shortcomings in a sharp way.

This talent is not unique to him; all the Primarchs have this ability.

But the other Primarchs usually remained silent, and Horus would point this out in a subtle way when he met with his brothers alone afterwards.

Only Dorn would say it bluntly, not only in front of others, but also criticize it seriously.

In fact, Donne's comments are often very pertinent, but the way he says things is really unpleasant, which makes Donne seem very mean and arrogant.

He always stubbornly tried to convince others, using reason, logic, and language that he thought could move people.

But even if his brother could understand his logic, he would be very angry at the way he said it.

So every persuasion turns into an argument, and there is no winner in an argument.

Donne was unable to convince anyone, leaving only endless fatigue and anger, laying the groundwork for the next quarrel.

But Dorne's starting point was good. There was no ill intention in his accusation. Instead, he was genuinely considering his brother.

It was because he saw his brother's flaws that he could not remain silent.

So he didn't understand why his brother couldn't accept his concern, just as his brother couldn't understand why he liked to "speak frankly."

Although Dorn's relationship with other Primarchs was never harmonious, when Horus was elected Warmaster, he publicly expressed his doubts about Horus, worried that Horus would be blinded by the title of Warmaster.

However, when Garro desperately rushed back to Terra to expose Horus's plot to rebel, Dorn nearly killed him in a rage.

This is enough to show that he trusts his brother very much, and any doubts and accusations he expresses are actually concerns that others cannot understand.

"Promise me, Dorn," Wop cupped the child's cheek, "that you will keep your mouth shut. If you must speak, do so in private, with all your companions gone."

A seriousness that didn't match his age appeared on Dawn's young face. "I'll remember that, Father."

Wop: "I hope you really remember it."

Dorne had only been born a short time when he began to display this worrying trait.

Wop couldn't help but worry about his gossip, both for Dorn and for others.

The Primarch's character originated from the Emperor, deeply imprinted in his genes, and as innate as breathing.

Perturabo realized his mistake and corrected it in time, but his stubbornness did not disappear.

He would just express his frustrations right when they started, and solve any problems on the spot without wasting his energy on them.

As long as you don't waste your energy on it, you'll be fine.

The same is true of Coze's pursuit of justice. He just pursues justice in a different way, but he will not give up justice.

Wop will try his best to train Dorn, and hope it works.

"Success."

Perturabo took the laser gun he had modified from the workbench. His voice was very calm, but with an unconcealable confidence.

Wop: "What's the result?"

"I recalibrated the parameters, optimized the drive circuit, and..."

Wop interrupted him, "Get to the point."

I don’t understand Smecta.

Neither the hands nor the brain can do it.

Wop doesn't feel ashamed. Everyone has their own expertise. Scientific research and development is not his job, but teaching and educating talents is.

Perturabo: "In theory, the output power is increased and the energy loss is reduced."

"Since the optimization only involves focusing and the power of the excitation beam, it will not affect other performance indicators. There is no room for further optimization in maintainability, reliability and production costs."

"Within the existing technical framework, this is the best optimized design I can offer."

Wop: "Let's go to the shooting range for a field test first. If the performance meets the requirements, this optimization plan can be officially delivered."

To facilitate testing, the shooting range and the workshop are separated by only a wall.

Perturabo held the laser rifle steady, easily locking onto the target in front of him without the need for mechanical sights.

"First, we'll test the power increase."

"call out--!"

As the trigger was pulled, a scarlet beam of light hit the bull's eye accurately.

The energy counter on the target jumped violently, finally stopping at 123%.

If the energy output standard of the laser gun is adjusted, higher power can be achieved.

But Perturabo did not tamper with the output standards, otherwise there would be no point in testing.

“Then it’s about verifying the energy loss.”

Perturabo switched to full-automatic mode and held the trigger tightly.

If he had used an automatic rifle, neither shooting from his shoulder nor pressing the gun, the muzzle would have floated into the sky by now.

But even when the laser gun is firing continuously, the gun body remains as steady as a rock, and all the beams converge precisely on the same point.

The theoretical firing rate of the standard energy magazine was 140 rounds, but when the barrel began to heat up, the counter showed that 154 beams had been fired.

A 23% increase in power and a 10% reduction in energy consumption are quite significant improvements.

Increased output power means greater penetration, and reduced energy loss means more ammunition capacity and longer firepower sustainability.

Perturabo took only half a month to learn the basic principles of laser guns, and achieved such excellent results only through parameter optimization. His talent is enough to make Invitation's outstanding engineers pale in comparison!

Dawn clapped his hands happily, "Brother is awesome!"

"I just optimized some basic parameters, not completely redesigned it, so that's nothing to brag about."

Perturabo calmly installed the new energy cartridge and repeated the test. His voice was calm, yet it carried an undisguised pride. The upturned corners of his mouth revealed his current mood clearly.

Perturabo repeated the test several times, and each time the results were exactly the same as the first.

This is enough to prove its excellent stability and will not cause any unnecessary safety risks!

This achievement was enough to silence the gossips of the people. Perturabo single-handedly proved that his cooperation with the Dorne clan was not just for his own benefit!

Chapter 196 Growth (5K)

"Abo, they are coming again!" There was a hint of helplessness in Carlyphini's clear voice.

Perturabo was hunched over his desk, drawing a blueprint, a trace of fatigue etched across his brow. "Again?"

Perturabo: "Sister, how many people are there this time?"

"There are more people coming this time than last time. I can't even count them."

"Then go meet them."

Perturabo closed the personal meditator he had brought from Invit and slowly straightened up.

Caliphini approached him and carefully straightened his robe.

Ever since Perturabo rose to fame on Locus, the rumors that he was a gift from the gods to Locus have never died down.

Although Perturabo scoffed at this and openly denied the existence of the Olympian gods.

This statement naturally caused an uproar among the priests. The priests of the gods angrily organized a grand public debate, hoping to defeat Perturabo in front of the world and prove that he was not a person blessed by the gods, so as to despise him.

This not only concerns the reputation of the gods, but also the status of the priests in Locus.

If no one in the world believed in God, then there would be no need for temples and priests to exist.

The outcome of the debate was self-evident. Perturabo used his rigorous logic and profound knowledge to refute the priests, leaving them speechless.

The priests wanted to take this opportunity to show their faces, but ended up showing their buttocks.

Their defeat further proved that Perturabo was a man blessed by the gods.