Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"I'm going to set up a whole production line next, so don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

"I'll say it again, don't let anyone bother me."

Averynia nodded silently.

"Now, get out."

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

A series of loud noises came from inside the closed factory building.

And this noise lasted for a long time.

Gee.

Do I really need to go to this extent?

Looking at the lethal plasma cannon in his hand, Perturabo fell into deep thought.

It was crafted by the Primarch, or even by a mechanical master like Peturabo. Even though the tools for its creation were scarce, and the materials were not particularly plentiful.

But clearly, for a Primarch to unleash their full power, crafting a plasma weapon by hand is not a difficult task.

Just now, in his eagerness to make a name for himself in Avernia, he forgot that his current role was merely that of an ordinary mechanic on a ship.

—In order to be able to handcraft this plasma cannon barrel, he first improved the promethium fuel conversion of the anvil, so that its temperature could be stabilized at a fixed coefficient.

Then, in order to enable plasma weapons to have interchangeable hydrogen cylinder ammunition, he handcrafted an ammunition cylinder production pipeline, and then used some of the devices at hand to build a production line for electrolyzing water to produce hydrogen and compressing and canning it.

Following this, seeing that plasma weapons had corresponding ammunition manufacturing and storage facilities, Peturabo completed the sorting and transportation of ore, as well as the shaping of molds. He then manually created an automated industrial mech system, which he felt was too inefficient.

Peturabo did it all.

He eventually built a fully automated production line that could produce plasma munitions using only water and promethium, using these raw materials, and the large plasma cannon in his hand that could penetrate the armor of warships.

"How long did it take me to make these things?"

When I came to my senses, five days had passed.

Five days!

He worked here for five days straight without eating, drinking, or sleeping!

Even when some workers thought he had been working for so long and was bound to run into trouble, and tried to force their way in, Casca stopped them.

Let him build it.

For a serious city-building enthusiast, being able to dedicate some time in the Great Expedition to building things they like is already a form of relaxation.

"Casca, you are so gentle."

Fugrim chided, "Perturabo was so rude to you before, but after your prophecy came true, he stopped talking about how he treated you back then."

"If you ask me, we should teach Peturabo a lesson so he'll remember it."

As he spoke, Fugrim tenderly stroked Kasgar's chest.

"How are you? Did he hurt you anywhere?"

".Forgrim, that was more than ten days ago."

"Could you please stop touching me like that?"

"Casca said helplessly."

"whee."

Just as the two were still flirting, the factory door was pushed open, and what came into view was Peturabo, whose body was covered with all kinds of dust and metal powder.

"It's finished."

He said calmly, "I have already converted that factory into a production line for you. All you need to do now is put the ore and fuel into the corresponding entrances."

"There will be an alarm when something is missing; just follow the instructions."

Fearing that they wouldn't know how to operate the machinery, Peturabo even built an operating manual for the workers that was comparable to that of a baby bus.

"Thank you, Brother Peturabo. On behalf of all the workers on Lycaeus, I would like to express my gratitude for your dedication."

"Corax said somewhat respectfully."

The fact that someone could selflessly help them build the weapons and ammunition that Lycaeus desperately needed was already a tremendous aid.

The scariest thing is that he made all of these by hand!

"Small things."

Peturabo didn't even feel tired from being locked in the room for five days building.

On the contrary, as if an endless flame was burning in his eyes, he was becoming more and more excited and thrilled with each creation.

There are still many more surface-mounted cannons, laser cannons, and other equipment that haven't been developed yet!

At first, he even considered maintaining his disguise and building machines as an ordinary mechanic.

But clearly he couldn't convince himself not to do his best when building it.

Peturabo, caught up in the moment, couldn't wait to handcraft a surface fortress right now.

"Are there any suitable targets I can use for testing?"

He was eager to try.

Bang!

It exploded.

Or rather, the entire hill standing on Lycaeus gained a tunnel due to this explosion.

Boom——

Immediately afterwards, although it was inaudible in a vacuum, the enormous noise and the trembling collapse could be imagined and traveled from afar to everyone's feet.

The massive rock, as large as a small mountain, shattered into countless small pieces that fell to the ground in an instant.

"You are too weak."

Peturabo felt a pang of regret seeing the look of shock on Averynia's face as she turned around.

"If you were a little stronger and could handle the greater recoil, its power could be increased even further."

He was still very dissatisfied.

"Tsk. Give it to me, I'll take it and improve it a bit."

"What am I doing?"

Like waking up from a hangover in an unfamiliar bed, Peturabo, carrying his plasma gun, blinked a few times as he walked back amidst the cheers of the workers.

hiss.

After five days of elbowing his right brain with his left, Peturabo regained control of his thinking for the first time.

Do we really have to go to this extent for these people?

He's Peturabo!

How could the Iron Lord, who is steel inside and out, possibly frantically manufacture weapons to please mortals like a lapdog just because he expects their praise?

This...this isn't right!?

As if entering a period of deep reflection, Peturabo began to reconsider his actions.

snort!

He understands best what ordinary people are thinking.

Although they verbally wished him well and praised him, they actually viewed Peturabo as a tool!

He knew it! Peturabo had seen guys like that far too many times on Olympia!

They look very happy now, and they're probably thinking about how to trick Peturabo into building them even more and better things!

He was definitely thinking about how to gain Peturabo's trust with a few flattering words.

That being said, it always seemed like he couldn't refuse whenever the female worker named Everina asked him to help build something.

How is this going?

Peturabo fell into deep thought.

It seemed that every time he interacted with Averynia, there was always another presence behind her, one he was more familiar with and more eager to communicate with.

They really are alike—

"Abo—!"

Who! Who! Who! Who!

Peturabo shuddered countless times in that instant.

Who called me that?! Who is it?!

He saw a small, blond figure in the distance running towards him, accompanied by dozens of workers.

Phew, it's Averynia.

Peturabo breathed a sigh of relief.

He still thought he was—

Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!

He didn't think of anyone; his heart was as hard as steel, and he didn't care about anyone at all!

"Phew, I finally caught up with you!"

After a short jog, Averynia stopped in front of him, panting heavily.

Why did you call me that?

"My name is Peturabo, Pet, Tu, La, Bo!"

Peturabo shouted angrily, enunciating each word clearly.

"You're not allowed to call me that anymore, understand?"

"Okay."

"I don't know why Peturabo suddenly erupted in such strong anger," Averynia replied somewhat timidly.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"It seems there's a problem with our food production facility, causing the machinery to malfunction. We need your help."

help?!

Ha, how ridiculous!

What did these workers take Peturabo for? A mechanic?

Peturabo thought to himself, annoyed.

Is there not a single person even remotely intelligent left on this planet?

Does every tiny mechanical malfunction require Peturabo to repair it?

How ridiculous!

He wanted to refuse firmly.

He must firmly reject these unreasonable and ridiculous demands!

Even if you die outside, even if you jump off here, the Lord of Iron will never help you in the slightest again!

Nutritional paste production workshop.

"."

Peturabo silently stepped into the workshop, which reeked of a strong fermenting stench.

Disgusting.

This was Peturabo's first impression of the place.

Even though Corax tried to improve the equipment used to produce this so-called food, after trying to improve the cleaning process, they were unable to produce the nutritional paste they wanted.

Some things can be left untouched.