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

"The murder cult has long been in collusion with Adolphus. They sent people to assassinate the border nobles of Lockes last year. The evidence is irrefutable!"

"My Lord, please declare war on Caldis immediately and make them pay with blood!"

The wise men rushed to agree with the rumors, making them seem very convincing.

Even if the evidence does not stand up to scrutiny, as long as it exists, no one will take it seriously.

Including the one who declared war, he was just doing it to show his loyalty.

Dammecus: "In that case, declare war on Caldes!"

The expressions of the intellectuals froze instantly. No, are you really that serious?

Mondak was worried, "My Lord, would you please reconsider?"

Dammecus: "No need for that. As you said, I will make them pay with blood!"

Perturabo quietly retreated behind the scenes. At this point, it didn't matter who the real murderer was. What mattered was who they wanted that person to be.

Both Perturabo and Dammecus couldn't wait.

Dammex glanced at the crowd, "Do you have any objections? Feel free to speak up."

The scholars immediately rushed to express their opinions, "My Lord, please understand! Adolphus's guilt is irrefutable, and he must be severely punished!"

"Adolphus is a wicked man with such ambitions that he dared to assassinate my lord. This hatred is irreconcilable!"

"Declare war! Make Caldis pay with blood!"

Their voices became more passionate than the other, and as they spoke, they began to believe it and had to believe it.

Chapter 203 Conqueror of the World (5K)

"I am Rogal Dorn, the new head of Clan Dorn."

When the three-meter-tall giant walked into the Invert Empire Conference Hall with steady steps, the entire hall fell silent in an instant.

All the participants couldn't help but hold their breath, their eyes fixed on this majestic giant.

It was not until Rog Dorn introduced himself in a resonant voice and calmly took his seat that the stagnant air began to flow again.

"That old fellow Dorne is really lucky!"

Some people murmured in a sour tone. They had heard about the chosen ones picked up by the Dorne clan.

He was only four years old and had only been the head of Clan Dorne for a year, but he was already twice as tall as an adult.

There is nothing wrong with saying that he is the chosen one.

The speaker's voice slowly echoed in the parliament hall: "I will not elaborate on the content of this meeting."

"Rogal Dorn, if you wish to become the new ruler of the Invert Empire, you must complete a trial proposed by each of us."

"It's that simple?"

Dorn glanced at the crowd. There were eleven councillors and eleven trials present.

"Simple?" A councillor scoffed. "Listen carefully, the challenge I'm giving you is to design a new spaceship. Its performance must surpass the Empire's existing vessels in some way!"

Then another councilor spoke up, "There's a rebellion on Krobus. Suppress it, and you'll complete my trial."

"Survive on the ice for seven days without any supplies."

"Conquer a world."

The councillors made demands one after another, and each trial became more outrageous than the last, making one wonder if they had no intention of letting Dorne pass the trial at all.

The Invert Empire Council has ruled the Invert Empire for thousands of years. Dorne asked to become the new ruler, which was to seize power from them. Of course, they refused to agree.

Even if Dorne is really the chosen one, he is the chosen one of the Dorne clan and has nothing to do with them.

But the rules are the rules, and the warrior who passes the clan trial can become the new clan leader.

Only warriors who have passed the eleven trials are qualified to lead Invit, and the Invit Council will not resist any of his orders.

If Dorn can gain the approval of the parliamentarians, the difficulty will naturally be reduced.

If he can't, don't blame the other members of parliament for making things difficult for him.

Dorn: "Is there a time limit?"

The Speaker slowly raised his eyes, "No, as long as you can complete them alive."

The trial is difficult and risky. Even if he dies in the trial, it has nothing to do with the person who gave the trial. No one forced him.

Speaker: "Are there any other difficulties? You can raise them now."

Donne: "To conquer a world, must I first find a new one?"

"There are still unconquered worlds within the empire's borders. Conquering any of them will complete the trial."

"Must I suppress Krobus's rebellion alone?"

"You can seek the Council's support for any trial, and you can command both the army and the fleet. Your participation in the trial is a recognition of your qualifications. Don't worry about us putting obstacles in your way."

"What are the requirements for designing a spacecraft? Do we need to build an entirely new spacecraft?"

“It’s enough to set up a reasonable plan.”

"I have no questions." Dorn's eyes swept over every member in the conference hall and made a brief announcement, "Three years. This is the twelfth trial I have proposed as a member of parliament. I must complete all trials within three years!"

"You've got guts!" The councilor who proposed the spaceship design trial gave Dorn a thumbs-up. "As long as you can complete my trial, even if you ultimately fail in the others, we, the Orn clan, will obey you unwaveringly!"

Dorn didn't say anything, just looked at him strangely.

……

"Three years? Are you confident?" Old Dorn frowned with some worry, but soon he shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Look at my memory. If you weren't sure, why would you have offered a three-year deadline? I'm getting old."

When people get old, they tend to worry about gains and losses.

He has long lost the ambition he had in his youth and is not as brave and combative as young people.

Time has smoothed out his edges, and he has long lost the enterprising spirit of his youth.

If he continues to lead the clan, he can only maintain the status quo.

Only a young and promising warrior like Dorn can make the clan prosper!

Dorn: "Several trials can be completed right now. Grandfather, prepare for me. I'm heading to the Icefields. In the meantime, please deliver the blueprints in the database to the other clans as quickly as possible."

He is the Primarch, and there is no difference for him whether he survives seven days on the ice field or in the ice nest.

Although he had to hunt alone to feed himself on the ice field, it was only seven days, so he would not be in danger even if he did not eat or drink.

For ordinary people, redesigning a space battleship requires at least tens of thousands of top scientific researchers to work together and takes several years to complete.

Although aerodynamics and gravity do not need to be considered in the space environment, the appearance of a spacecraft depends on the designer's aesthetic taste.

But freedom in exterior design doesn't mean you can be wildly imaginative; it must remain consistent with the overall style of the Imperial Fleet. Furthermore, a kilometer-long interstellar battleship involves the precise integration of tens of thousands of different functional modules, and each spacecraft is the painstaking work of countless scientists.

The trial requirements proposed by the Ornn clan did not limit the number of people participating in the trial, nor did they specify the size of the spacecraft.

This was a loophole deliberately left by the Ornn clan so that the subjects could mobilize all clan members to complete it together.

They could also take a shortcut and complete the trial by simply designing a small spaceship, which would be much easier to design.

Dorn had already completed the design of the spacecraft, which was the result of his and Perturabo's joint wisdom.

As Primarchs, they possessed an incredible talent for learning, amassing a store of knowledge greater than the databases of ordinary Thinkers.

Just like a person who is on fire, he must relieve the heat through appropriate means.

They found two perfect outlets: combat and design.

Use fierce battles to release excess energy and use ingenious designs to turn their fantastic ideas into reality.

Their designs cover all areas, from sophisticated mechanical devices to grand architectural blueprints, from individual weapons to spacecraft, almost everything is included.

And these works can complete the three trials.

Dorne was not a prophet; all this was just a coincidence, and his daily efforts were not wasted.

For him, the two most challenging trials are undoubtedly suppressing Krobus's rebellion and conquering a world.

If Dorn wants to complete them, he must leave Invit, which takes a lot of time.

Suppressing Krobus's rebellion might tie him up for months or even longer, and conquering a world would be even more difficult. He must accurately assess its military strength and formulate a strategy to ensure ultimate victory.

Time is precisely his greatest enemy.

……

When Orne received the blueprint, his face was filled with disbelief. "He completed this design all by himself?"

A proud look appeared on the old Dorne's wrinkled face. "He and his brothers designed it together. The Dorne clan had no involvement in it in any form. We only provided the knowledge."

He originally just wanted Dorn to hand over a design drawing of a civilian spacecraft. The breakthrough in performance could be compensated by the improvement in comfort. This was the most ingenious way.

But since he had left room for trickery, he would accept the result even if Dorne took advantage of it.

However, what Dorn submitted was not the small civilian ship he had expected, but the design of a standard cruiser!

If this design were converted into paper drawings, it would be enough to cover the entire world!

How did they accomplish such a huge workload?

"Owen, is this trial completed?" Old Dorn asked with a smile.

"What's the rush? I still need to conduct verification tests. Please wait a few more days. Isn't your grandson still undergoing trials on the ice field? I will give you an accurate answer before he returns!"

The different ice-caste clans in Invert have their own strengths. The Orn clan has always been famous for its exquisite production technology and has a very high aesthetic level for industrial works.

This aesthetic is not limited to appearance, but is reflected in firepower, protection, speed and other aspects!

When Orne examined the design, every detail seemed to have been carefully polished, and he couldn't find any faults!

His intuition told him that this plan was perfect and would definitely help him complete the trial.

But he had to be tough.

"Oh no! I've been fooled." After sending Old Dorn away, Ornn's face immediately turned worried. "It's true that the mouth can cause disaster!"

I can only blame myself for being too full of middle-aged vigor and making promises easily, but I never expected to be slapped in the face so quickly.

But the pride of the Orne clan cannot be tarnished. Since he has promised to obey orders, he will never go back on his word even if he regrets it now.

……

Zoris stood with his back straight in the Anvil Camp's formation, his eyes fixed firmly on the reviewing stand.

"go ahead!"

Following Zoris's order, the phalanx began to move forward slowly, catching up with the other phalanxes.

Zoris maintained a perfect distance from his comrades, and the soles of his boots made a dull and regular sound on the stone slabs.

The phalanxes of the Guards and the Siege Guards passed the reviewing stand one by one. Next to the purple-robed Tyrant Damex stood the towering Perturabo.

Zoris could feel the Primarch's gaze, which was both an acknowledgement of them and a silent spur.

Zoris and the other warriors involuntarily straightened their backs. They were warriors trained by Perturabo himself, and they had to prove themselves worthy of this glory with honor and sacrifice!

When the Anvil Battalion's phalanx reached the front of the reviewing stand, Zoris suddenly raised his right fist and slammed it hard on the breastplate.

"Steel inside and out!"

The battle cries of hundreds of soldiers shook the sky, like thunder exploding.

Their golden and white armor gleamed in the sun, and the synchronized footsteps were as thrilling as war drums.

Dammekos on the platform smiled and waved, and Perturabo's eyes swept over the faces of each warrior.

He knew every one of them, and he knew their names by heart.

This is his legion, his masterpiece, and the sharpest sword he has forged for Rocks!

"Boom——!"

Amidst a deafening roar, dozens of steel behemoths designed by Perturabo himself drove towards the reviewing stand.

The newly cast armor shell shone with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight, and was painted with a brand new emblem - the olive leaf laurel wreath symbolizing the kingship of Rocks surrounded the shining golden anvil, like stars surrounding the moon.

These behemoths weighing tens of tons are driven by new engines optimized by Perturabo, and their wide tracks vibrate violently as they move.