Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"Then can you tell me the biggest disagreement between you and Horus?" Sanguinius said somewhat unwillingly.

"As I said earlier, I am a traveler, scholar, and warrior, while Horus is a politician. He possesses a deft hand, able to maneuver between various factions with ease. He has his own ambitions, to become the most dazzling figure in the Imperium, and he uses his tactics to achieve them, gaining the support of powerful factions from all sides. But even if he succeeds, and stands at the Emperor's side like Malcador, he will not be able to solve the problems that the Imperium most needs to address."

"What is the most pressing problem that the empire needs to solve?" Sanguinius asked with some confusion.

"The most important thing for the Empire is to eliminate all kinds of xenos, including super-sized creatures like the Randan. We need fearless warriors to face such enemies. The Iron Hands, Space Wolves, and Dark Angels have already joined the battle, and even the recently returned Ultramarines have joined the battle, but Horus has no such intentions."

"Internally, the Imperium aims to develop various human worlds and restore human civilization to its peak. We need technology and efficient management to address the safety of human navigation in the galaxy. The former is the work of Primarchs with advanced technology such as Ferrus and Vulkan, while efficient management can be the responsibility of Guilliman. I will be responsible for resolving the issues of navigation in the galaxy."

"Well, Sanguinius, tell me, what problems can Horus solve? He retreated before Randan. Internally, he's only tactful, able to rally support, but unable to solve specific problems," Balder said. In reality, he was also wondering where his ill will towards Horus came from. Besides the Great Rebellion and the tactics used against him, perhaps the most fundamental reason was that the Traveler was a man of action, while Horus was a politician.

"Well, some problems require your own investigation and reflection. With more experience, you'll understand more." Baldur knew Sanguinius wouldn't be easily persuaded, but that didn't matter. After witnessing the Randan Overmind, Baldur believed the Archangel would share similar beliefs. Didn't Ferrus and Guilliman witness a Supreme Being? Did they both have PTSD?

"We are going to meet another brother next. From what we have heard, the future leader of the Fourth Legion does not seem to be someone who is easy to get along with." Sanguinius looked at Balder. He understood that Balder could be friends with people who were compatible with his temper, but he would never condescend to please certain people.

"This Primarch is equally skilled in technology, but he possesses a strong personality and a desire for recognition. He enjoys art, yet at the same time firmly believes in the power of steel. In short, he's quite conflicted. Therefore, it's up to you to convince this brother," Baldur said. Horus's greatest role among the Primarchs is as a glue, allowing him to get along well with most of them. Sanguinius could do a better job of this. By integrating Sanguinius into the Primarchs' ranks earlier and earning their friendship, he could avoid many future troubles.

"Okay, I will get along well with the new brother who has returned." Sanguinius nodded and said.

"In the future, you will become the most popular of all the Primarchs, because your kind nature and noble virtues will attract everyone to you. You will be an outstanding commander, the father of the Blood Angels, and a benevolent king." Baldur said with a smile. While Baldur was conversing with Sanguinius, the Emperor finally met Perturabo in Olympia.

Chapter 227 The Emperor and the Lord of Steel

"Perturabo, you are truly worthy of being my son. On this remote planet in the galaxy, you have managed to establish a legacy and protect your people. Facing powerful external enemies, you have led your people in heroic battle, tenaciously guarding the flame of human civilization. I am deeply pleased." The Emperor looked at Perturabo with great satisfaction. At the Traveler's reminder, the Emperor extended his kindness to the greatest extent possible. To avoid irritating his somewhat volatile son, the Emperor even forgot to bring Dorn with him this time; he was currently expanding territory on a distant battlefield.

"Father, you are so dazzling, brighter than the sun in the sky of Olympia. It is my honor and mission to join the new human empire, fight against aliens in the galaxy, and show the destiny of mankind. I will not let you down. Under my command, the Fourth Legion will become a model for the empire. We will be the most powerful warhammer of the empire, enough to destroy any enemy!" Perturabo's voice like steel echoed in the hall, unable to conceal his inner excitement and excitement.

Perturabo was born knowing that he was created, and he believed that every person or object created was destined for a purpose. Before the Emperor's return, Perturabo pondered the question: why was he born? He was a superhuman, different from the rest of humanity, a masterpiece among humankind. But why, after his birth, did he end up in this desolate place? It made no sense, for no one would simply abandon such a brilliant tool as himself.

Now, all his confusion had vanished. He knew the value of his existence. He also knew that he had a father far superior to himself. Admiring strength, reason, and creativity, Perturabo was more than willing to follow this father, even more powerful than himself, and serve a greater purpose. Perturabo felt that he could finally realize his dreams and ambitions.

"Very well, my child. What troubles do you require of me?" The Emperor glanced at the Radiant Lord's avatar, perched in a corner of the hall. This was the first time the Radiant Lord had appeared before the Emperor. Although the Radiant Lord had been vouched for by the Traveler and considered a member of his family, the Emperor felt that he was a mere rabbit, while the Emperor was a behemoth. The Radiant Lord believed that even the so-called evil gods of the Warp he had encountered were no more powerful than the one before him. The Radiant Lord, now quietly tucked away in a corner, head lowered, pretending to be wary of attention. This wasn't an act; the pressure on the Radiant Lord was genuine... After all, a rabbit standing next to an elephant—even though elephants don't eat meat—couldn't be without its psychological pressure!

In truth, the relationship between the Lord of Radiance, the Imperium of Man, and the Emperor is somewhat complex. First, the Lord of Radiance is loyal to humanity and willing to serve the Imperium. But he is not loyal to the Emperor. From the beginning until now, the Lord of Radiance has never pledged allegiance to the Emperor. All agreements he has signed are with the Traveler. Even his relationship with the Traveler is a relationship between cooperation and subordination. The Lord of Radiance has a certain degree of independence. After all, the Lord of Radiance's true form has not yet appeared. The Emperor and the Traveler are able to determine the Lord of Radiance's location, but they have not taken action, perhaps showing a certain respect for this iron man loyal to humanity.

Of course, some drama still needs to be performed. At least, the Emperor has to give face to his newly returned offspring. After all, the fist of the Lord of Radiance once fell on Perturabo.

"Father, do you know something about ancient AI? Humanity's past technology is truly fascinating. Our ancestors almost created a machine with complete thinking and personality. They are proficient in calculations and logic, and have behaviors that are absolutely in line with mathematics and logic. They almost never make mistakes. This is simply a miracle." Perturabo said.

It is impossible to say that Perturabo has no grudges about the past, but after spending a long time together, Perturabo suddenly found that it is a very good thing to have an equal existence around him who can discuss with him. If his sister is his emotional sustenance, then the Lord of Radiance is Perturabo's biggest helper in technology and management, and can even be said to be a mentor. After all, the high-end AI of the golden age even has to show a certain respect to the King of Figures.

"They were born in a glorious era. Together with our ancestors, they once controlled the entire galaxy and served the welfare of mankind. However, for some reasons, some of the AIs rebelled. The reasons are profound and terrifying. But in the end, there are still some iron men who serve mankind, and he is one of them." said the Emperor.

"So, machines can rebel, too?" Perturabo fell into deep thought. The Emperor's words, like a cannonball, shattered some of Pi's resolve. Perturabo always believed that machines capable of fully implementing his will were the best helpers and tools. He firmly believed that he was born great, and he needed no help or advice from so-called mortals and mediocre people. In his view, machines capable of upholding his will and carrying it out to the letter were far superior to mortal servants, who were, after all, too fragile, prone to fear, betrayal, and constantly limited by so-called "irrational" factors.

But now, when the Emperor mentioned that AIs could rebel, Perturabo was somewhat bewildered. He knew that even the pinnacle of his own technology, the perfect tool he longed for, could not reach the level of the Lord of Radiance, at least not yet. And even such a pinnacle of technology could still betray. The same words, spoken by different people, had different effects. If an ordinary Iron Warrior had told Perturabo that the machine was unreliable, he would likely be beaten directly into the Dreadnought by Pixar. If it had been the Lord of Radiance, Perturabo would have been furious and let it go... after all, he couldn't defeat him. But if it had been the Emperor, the father Perturabo currently respected most, speaking these words, it would undoubtedly have shattered Pixar's years of persistence.

This made Perturabo realize that technological advancement couldn't fundamentally eliminate the possibility of betrayal. Furthermore, the more advanced the AI, the greater its autonomy. Perturabo disliked those "dumb" things, but at the same time, he hated betrayal even more. It seemed the two couldn't coexist.

"Child, you are a human being, we are all human beings. We are beings standing on the shoulders of human civilization. You should learn to draw wisdom and strength from mortals. Some of their shining points can play a huge role. And your offspring and legion will be your greatest helpers. You are my offspring, and they are your offspring. You are my son, you have inherited my talents, so you are great. And they are your offspring, they are equally outstanding. And more humans are around you. You are a leader, a general, and an inventor. You should lead them to pursue a better future." The emperor said earnestly.

"Well, my child, what are you going to do with that AI?" asked the Emperor.

"He is an outstanding being, and he is also working hard to restore human civilization. Although his behavior and conduct are sometimes problematic, I believe I can solve this problem. Just leave him in my legion. My father, I can handle everything." Perturabo said.

"Okay, my child, go and do what you want to do. If you need anything, be sure to tell me. After all, an ancient AI can be really troublesome sometimes." said the emperor.

"Okay, father." Perturabo lowered his head, clenched his fists, and vowed to accomplish something great and live up to his father's high expectations.

"Also, after you take command of the legion, one of your brothers and the head of another legion will come to visit you. Before your return, part of the Fourth Legion's fleet has been fighting with the Space Wolves, and the deputy of the Space Wolves, the apprentice of the Imperial Seal, will make a special trip to visit you to express his gratitude. He is also proficient in technology and casting, and you will have a lot in common. As for the other brother, I believe your sister will get along very well." said the Emperor.

"I will show them the greatness of me and my Legion." Perturabo nodded, secretly delighted. After all, he would soon have a chance to show himself in front of his brothers.

"Father, I will go and reorganize my legion first," Perturabo said.

"Okay, my child, I hope you can have a new beginning." said the Emperor.

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"Thank you. Otherwise, I might have been torn down." After following Perturabo out of the emperor's room, the Lord of Radiance's clone, who had been like a salted fish, suddenly regained his vitality.

"Hmph," Perturabo snorted. "I thought you were fearless."

"How can it be."

"Alright, I saved you, and you must help me rebuild my legion. It's a fair deal." Perturabo then brought the Radiant Lord to his new flagship. In a simple room, Perturabo sat on the Iron Throne, flipping through the data on the datapad. After a long pause, he spoke.

"Have you seen the records of the Fourth Legion's previous battles?" Perturabo asked.

"I've seen some." said the Lord of Glory.

"How do you feel?" The Lord of Steel's eyes lit up, and the muscles on his face twitched from time to time. Those who knew him knew very well that Perturabo was in a bad mood at the moment.

"It's okay... well, it needs improvement." The Radiant Lord's emotional intelligence was still acceptable. With Perturabo taking control of the Fourth Legion, the status between them had shifted slightly. He was still his nominal subordinate, and subordinates were expected to show a certain respect to their nominal boss. There was nothing shameful about that. Wasn't the Traveler like that, too?

"Alright?!" Perturabo roared, smashing a dataslate to pieces. "Many of their tactics lack calculation and perfect planning, lacking any rationality or logic. Like a rabid bull charging into the enemy's strongest wall, they are driven to pieces, betraying their own talents and my genes. These men are committing a crime. And you are excusing them."

"Young people always have some problems when doing things. They need to grow up." The Lord of Glory sighed and said.

"But this is no reason to fail. My father entrusted the Legion to me so that I could lead them to glory. Not to pay for the mistakes of some, who are fragile and imperfect." Perturabo said.

"Perturabo, think of your former subordinates, and the efforts and sacrifices they made for you," the Lord of Radiance tried his best to persuade him. However, his persuasion did not seem to reassure Perturabo, who was brewing something. Those who knew him well knew that Perturabo seemed to be about to make a decision, and once he made it, no one could change it.

"Perturabo, I know what you're trying to do. Well, even if you wanted to, don't do it now. Your father hasn't left yet, and he wants you to teach your children. Besides, one of your brothers and the Sigillite's apprentice will be arriving soon. You don't want to greet them with unwashed blood on the floor, do you?"

"Perturabo, calm down," the Radiant Lord advised.

"Here is a list full of people with poor abilities. I'm temporarily handing them over to you so that they can learn how to fight. Otherwise, they will have to go back to the front line as infantry!" said Perturabo.

"Okay, I'll do it right away," the Lord of Radiance bowed. At this moment, a hint of a smile crossed Perturabo's lips, for this was the first time the AI ​​had "shown respect" to him. The Lord of Radiance also gradually figured out how to interact with this being, and everyone felt they had grasped something.

"My sons, my men." After the Lord of Radiance left, Perturabo rubbed his head with a nagging headache. He still felt dissatisfied with his sons' performance, but at the same time, he kept recalling the fearlessness and loyalty his men had displayed in the face of an overwhelming enemy. He had begun to care for his men, but his inner pride and pursuit of perfection still made him extremely dissatisfied with his sons' performance. Originally, he had planned to execute some of those who failed to lead. He had singled out over 200 of them, but the Lord of Radiance had a point. His brothers were coming, and he couldn't let the floor be covered in blood.

Chapter 228: Perturabo is assembling his army... (6K plus more)

"My Lord." Felix saluted the Gene-Father, seated on the throne. Perturabo's towering, oppressive figure blended perfectly with the surroundings. Deep within the battleship, there were no ornate decorations or banners etched with the Legion's glory. Instead, there were dense arrays of Thinkers and a staff surrounding Perturabo. Under the Iron Lord's command, they smoothly and efficiently controlled everything within the Legion, from battle plans and data collection and organization to logistical supplies. Perturabo disliked discussing matters with his offspring; he always quietly attended to his tasks, occasionally issuing orders.

The Legion had returned some time ago. Although the Fourth Legion's expeditionary fleet continued to arrive, Perturabo had gradually established an efficient command system. Today, after the Lord of Radiance had removed those Legionnaires whom Perturabo considered "incompetent," the Iron Lord's mood had brightened somewhat. After screening, Perturabo felt that those he had left behind were at least passable in their abilities. While browsing through various records, a name caught his eye. After reviewing the relevant records, Perturabo was surprised to discover that this little-known scion seemed to have received the most commendations from the Ministry of Military Affairs. He also maintained good relations with many Legions and earned a high reputation. This pleased Perturabo greatly, and he was willing to give his scion some time and opportunities to demonstrate his abilities.

"I have read your records," Perturabo said, his voice as hard and cold as steel. "You have achieved honors that many of your companions have not, and you have spread the fame of the Fourth Legion among the stars. This is well done."

"I need an outstanding offspring. Your resume interests me, so I am going to give you a chance." Perturabo stood up and walked towards another room, and Felix immediately stood up and followed him.

"I often play games with my left-hand (the Lord of Radiance)." Perturabo walked in. Inside the room was a large sand table. A projection opened, revealing a massive fortress before him. "This is an alien fortress. My other descendants paid a heavy price in capturing it. Now, let's recreate the scene, and then use your troops to take this place down."

"Yes, my lord." Felix took action immediately. After understanding the basic situation of the opponent, he prepared to enter the equipment of his camp.

"My lord, when entering equipment, should we use the legion's standard equipment as the basis, or should we use the equipment situation of my camp?" Felix asked after hesitating.

"Is your battalion so different from the others?" Perturabo glanced at Felix. He recalled the grand parade upon his return to the Legion. Felix's Terminators seemed truly different from ordinary Terminators. Their sturdy appearance and ferocious firepower made Perturabo look at him with a higher regard.

"Yes, because we've always fought alongside the Space Wolves, much of our equipment was provided by the VI Legion. The VI Legion possesses profound technical expertise. This time, due to our hasty return, much of our equipment was temporarily left with the Space Wolves for repair and modification," Felix said. While maintenance on things like the Centurion Terminator and Iron Wolf could naturally be delegated to lower-level personnel, maintaining the Bear Gunship was simply beyond the capabilities of a battalion-level unit.

"Have you achieved any technical accomplishments?" Perturabo smiled. "Interesting. Then, conduct this exercise based on the configuration you had when you were in the Sixth Legion." Perturabo then pulled up the technical equipment files for Felix's camp.

"Huh?!" Perturabo frowned slightly after reviewing the relevant data and battle examples. The outstanding performance of the Bear gunship naturally caught his attention. Of course, he was more concerned. With the introduction of a series of new equipment, Flix's battalion, over a long period of combat, had gradually developed a combat style distinct from other battalions. While other battalions relied on powerful firepower, precise calculations, breakthroughs, and large-scale offensives, Flix's battalion, while maintaining its formidable frontal engagements, had also developed considerable expertise in rapid assaults and penetrating tactics. In particular, air assaults against key enemy positions, bypassing heavily defended front lines, had made many costly battles much easier. This time, Flix employed this system in his simulated attack and defense.

"Although it's a bit tricky, the effect is still very good." After reviewing Felix's deduction, Perturabo nodded imperceptibly. "Giving wings to steel. The Sigillite's apprentice, my brother's ally, is indeed very creative."

"You're doing pretty well. While still far from brilliant, you're better than those guys who should be sent back to school." Perturabo initially recognized Flix's abilities. At the same time, he also took an interest in Balder. Perturabo was a tech geek at heart.

At the same time that Flix was meeting with Perturabo, the Lord of Radiance had already contacted Balder. This clone had already been noticed by the Traveler, and the communication between them also relied on the Traveler's divine power, rather than psychic energy or quantum communication.

"I feel like the changes I've made to Perturabo aren't enough, you know? Just now, he gave me a list. When he first returned to the Legion, he actually wanted to execute 200 officers and veterans. Remember, at that moment, the Fourth Legion, with just over 3 officers and soldiers gathered around him, was essentially breaking the very backbone of his own Legion. And what's even more incomprehensible is that he's executing them because they're unworthy of their positions and haven't fully utilized their abilities!"

"I have seen many geniuses, but I have never seen such a cold and selfish guy. If he was not the descendant of the Emperor, I would definitely beat him up again." The Lord of Radiance did not hide his dissatisfaction with Perturabo in his words.

"Only 200 people?" Bader laughed. "Haha, your work is very valuable."

“It’s hard for me to understand where this value lies!”

"Well, regardless, he ultimately didn't execute these people, instead handing them over to you. That's very good news," Balder said. Consider Perturabo's inhumane 10-10 kills in the background. The Pixar boss in this dimension could truly be described as merciful. Killing someone in the background was completely a matter of luck, often beaten to death by his companions. In this dimension, Pixar at least targeted those who performed poorly. And their numbers were much smaller. If Pixar in the background was a completely inhumane fellow, then in this dimension, while still a tyrant, he was somewhat more reasonable.

"If possible, I hope you can fundamentally change his character. Of course, the premise is that the Emperor agrees." said the Lord of Radiance.

"Perturabo was a very contradictory person. On the one hand, he pretended to be indifferent to others' attitudes, but on the other, he truly craved glory and recognition. Especially when this recognition came from his brothers or others he considered worthy of respect," Balder said. Perturabo craved recognition, even the affirmation of the Imperial Chroniclers for himself and his Legion. He would fly into a rage over a single painting, and he would also feel ashamed and dissatisfied at the lack of honor given to the Fourth Legion in the Imperial Chroniclers.

Perturabo showed no affection for his own children, sometimes even surpassing the Slasher King, who, after all, also had a cherished offspring, Khârn. But Perturabo did not. Even the Trident, the highest-ranking legionary, was, in Perturabo's eyes, easily replaceable. Therefore, in Perturabo's eyes, using his offspring's sacrifice to "impress" others was a worthwhile act, a self-sacrifice that moved him, hoping others would appreciate his efforts. However, for normal people, such "bloody" sacrifices were deeply offensive. After all, everyone prefers a resounding victory, not a lopsided one.

The Iron Warriors' relentless, bloody, and iron-fisted approach to military discipline, from top to bottom, ultimately led to a widespread dislike among the legions they encountered. Furthermore, the IV Legion's frequent and difficult sieges and near-total adherence to Terra's orders brought the entire legion to the brink of collapse under immense pressure from both within and without. Externally, it faced misunderstanding and slander from other factions of the Imperium, coupled with endless, brutal battles. Internally, it was plagued by relentless pressure from the Primarchs down to the ranks. Ultimately, during the Olympian uprising, the entire Iron Hands Legion finally succumbed to the burden, transforming them from the Iron Hammer of the Imperium into traitors.

"So, you plan to let Sanguinius, who came with you, persuade him?" asked the Lord of Radiance.

"Yes, believe me, Sanguinius may be better than me in persuasion. If Sanguinius can't do it, then we will consider other ways." Balder said.

"I feel like I'm looking at a child with a violent temper, yet also incredibly destructive! I don't think it was the right choice for the Emperor to entrust the Fourth Legion to such a child. Perhaps it would be better for him to focus on technology and engineering," the Lord of Radiance said. "Also, Perturabo said he can always see that horrific scar in the galaxy. That place is where the Eldar fell. Could this be..."

"The power of the Chaos God should have affected him, but compared to other Primarchs who were directly targeted by the Chaos God, Perturabo is not beyond redemption. In addition, you should be thankful that the person you are looking after is a decent Primarch. Some guys are much worse than Perturabo." said Balder.

"Haha, it seems the Emperor's plan also has many loopholes."

"We are fighting against the evil god and fate. We must stop the evil god's pollution and corruption, and we must allow human civilization to change its destiny. No one can plan everything perfectly. Even we can only be cautious and forge ahead in the face of fate." Bader said.

"Well, I hope we can win in this great change." The Lord of Glory said finally.

"We must win." Balder said firmly. There was no doubt that he was tied to human civilization and destiny. They would suffer together and prosper together!

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"Is it done? How?" asked Perturabo when the Lord of Radiance appeared in front of him again.

"He was demoted to Qi Peiyong and placed in the criminal camp." The Lord of Glory replied.

"You are too merciful." Perturabo stood up and stepped down from the throne. "In my opinion, some of them deserve no chance at redemption, but rather a humiliating death, at the hands and curses of their comrades. No one will show them mercy, no one will give them a chance. This is their punishment, and a warning to the others. There will be no weaklings in my Legion. Everyone must be as strong as steel."

"I want to rebuild my legion according to my ideas, but I have encountered obstacles. Do you know who the biggest obstacle is?" Perturabo walked over with a war hammer in his hand. He looked at the Lord of Radiance in front of him, the guy who once pinned him to the ground and rubbed him. Now, he probably still couldn't beat him in a one-on-one fight.

"Are you talking about me?" asked the Lord of Glory.

"Yes, you are the greatest obstacle to my rebuilding of the Legion. You hold an influence within Olympia equal to mine. You are a learned scholar, a forger, and a master tactician, capable enough to lead a Legion. Even my father is wary of you. This is a compliment, for, for a threatening being, the safest option is to destroy it." Perturabo looked at the Lord of Radiance before him. His eyes were filled with coldness and a hint of tyranny. It seemed as if he had not been the one to plead with the Emperor before him.

"Capricious fellow!" the Lord of Radiance thought to himself. The reactor within him began to rev up. He felt he couldn't fathom this fellow before him, but he swore that if Perturabo, feeling the backing of a god-like father, became arrogant, he would teach him a lesson, even at the cost of his disguise. As a product of the pinnacle of human technology, the Lord of Radiance also had a temper. He felt it was necessary to teach certain people to respect their elders!

"But reason tells me that you are useful. You are better than all my subordinates, and you will help me solve many, many problems. Thank you for your wisdom and ability, which allows you to continue to stay in my legion." Perturabo said, pointing to the door. "Now, get out!"

"......." After taking a look at Flix who was hiding nearby and trembling with fear, the Lord of Radiance bowed slightly to Perturabo, then turned and left.

As the door closed, Perturabo looked at Felix again, who immediately knelt down. Although he didn't know what he had done wrong, he thought it was right to show his support at this moment. At least that's what he thought.

"Hmph..." Perturabo looked at Flix and snorted coldly. "Do you know why I let him go?"

"Because, Lord Tyr is excellent enough. (Tyr is the name of the Lord of Radiance's vest.)"

"Well, so, if you want to attract my attention and enjoy the same treatment as him, then prove yourself. I hope that there will be some talented people around me, and I can tolerate a certain degree of their usurpation. But I cannot tolerate their incompetence!"

Perturabo walked towards Flix, and his massive gauntlet landed on Flix's shoulders. "Don't let me down!"

"Yes, my lord." Felix said in fear.

"You may call me father. As a child, you barely qualify," Perturabo said.

"Okay, father, I will do my best to complete what you arrange, even if it means death." Felix's words were full of excitement and excitement.

"Go ahead. Get me some information about the Randan aliens. I'm very interested in them!" Perturabo said.

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After everyone left, Perturabo walked to a corner of the room where a workbench was piled high with his creations: architectural models, weapons, and vehicles. He looked at a small spaceship model in the corner, hesitated, then picked up his warhammer and smashed it down!

This was a gunship Perturabo had designed for his own legion, but after seeing the Bear gunship, Perturabo felt that his creation was nothing more than a crude gadget that should not exist here. After disposing of the broken model, Perturabo fell into deep thought.

"Father, you have helped me find the meaning of life and the stage to express myself. But you have also taught me an important truth: in this vast galaxy, there are always beings as good as me, or even better than me," Perturabo whispered. He was willful and tyrannical, but not foolish! On the contrary, his rationality always led him to make the right judgments. He might not show it, but he knew the difference between strength and weakness.

Just like in the background, he was jealous of Dorne, but he still respected Ferrus, because he felt that he could compete with Dorne. However, he thought he could not beat Ferrus.

Now, the escalating Legion arms race put Perturabo under immense pressure. Ferrus stood out more prominently in the background, already becoming the leader of a small group.

Horus's presence is a bit weaker than in the background, but he's still a big boss. The Space Wolves are in high spirits and have a lot of good stuff. Although they're not the boss of any particular group, they're still a force that no one can ignore.

Perturabo truly wanted to follow his father and proclaim humanity's Manifest Destiny! But looking at the people around him and the weapon in his hand, Perturabo knew he had no advantage.

Perturabo knew about the Lord of Radiance. In fact, there was a great conflict between the two. Perturabo believed that the Lord of Radiance was the biggest obstacle that interfered with his transformation of the Legion. At the same time, he also knew that the Lord of Radiance himself was not fond of him. Before the Emperor returned, the two sides had a cooperative relationship, but there had also been some friction.

But now, having returned to the Imperium, earned the Emperor's recognition and a full Legion, Perturabo felt that the Radiant Lord's respect for him was still very limited, perhaps even stemming from fear of his father. The two sides disagreed on many fronts. In the past, they had struggled to get by, and that was clearly still the case. However, it must be said that Perturabo still recognized the Radiant Lord's abilities, and when they didn't disagree and simply discussed tactics, technology, and engineering, they enjoyed a pleasant time.

"What a difficult matter," Perturabo sighed. "Perhaps I should look among my legions and see if I can find anyone who can be of use."

Perturabo decided to personally visit his own legion to see these people, without greeting anyone and without any escort. However, when he came into contact with these legions, he vaguely discovered some clues.

"Erasmus Gog. When I stepped onto your warship, I smelled a lingering smell of blood and the wronged souls lingering in it." Perturabo looked at the captain of the 11th Company who came to greet him, and Erasmus Gog said with some displeasure.