Warhammer: Angron Training Manual

Chapter 264 Ideal
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On the Iron Blood.

Perturabo and the Tridents stood in the invention chamber dedicated to the Lord of Steel, with all kinds of parts that had just been smelted in front of them.

Dantioch looked at the parts in front of him, some as big as a Space Marine, some as small as just a few millimeters, and he was confused and didn't know what to make of them.

The Lords of Steel occasionally invented things, as Dantioch had learned since his ascension to the Trident.

But these parts before him...Dantioch had a little experience in engineering, and could tell that their processing techniques were the most perfect parts that could be produced by the war factories overseen by the Fourth Legion's war blacksmiths. However, judging from the style of the parts and the purpose of their splicing, they would form something that was extremely backward but only exquisite.

If Perturabo had chosen practicality over beauty, the flagship would not have been without a porthole until now.

"My Lord, are we going to build a steam engine?" asked a Trident.

When Dantioch heard that it was a steam engine, he frowned and wondered what the Lord of Steel was doing.

"Yes, a steam engine," Perturabo said. "Just like the painting style of those parts, a style that uses the steam engine to the extreme and develops it to the extreme. This extreme has never been seen before in human history, and now someone has finally come, and this person is me."

"Why would you want to make such a thing?" asked another Trident.

He knew that this was definitely not an idea that the Lord of Steel could come up with on his own, and Perturabo should hate such a thing.

A creation that completely disregards practicality for the sake of a unique artistic style should have no value in the Fourth Legion.

"Commissioned by a man," Perturabo answered bluntly.

"Then the client is really an idiot. Such a ridiculous thing..." someone responded.

The man who was speaking was completely on Perturabo's side. He suspected that the Lord of Iron was being embarrassed by the Primarch of the XII Legion again, and because of their Primarch's unique and unreasonable strange abilities, Perturabo could not refuse.

This is being controlled by others.

The Fourth Legion is already dissatisfied.

"Um……"

Perturabo stood with his arms folded across his chest, expressionless, and pondered for a second.

The sides of his nostrils twitched, and then this transcendental being designed by the emperor with extraordinary vitality spewed out gas heated to boiling hot by body temperature from his nasal cavity, as if a steam engine was spewing steam.

"I feel the same way," Perturabo said.

The one with the trident saluted.

"But there are some things only I can say!" Perturabo suddenly roared and pounced on the trident.

One of the most elite warriors of the Fourth Legion had just reacted, and the moment his optic nerve transmitted the mountain-like body of the Lord of Steel to his brain, he was grabbed by the throat by the Lord of Steel, and flew out like a rag doll thrown away by a child.

By the time the Trident realized that the Primarch had grabbed his throat, he was already lying on the ground, feeling extreme pain in his body. Driven by instinct, he crawled up from the ground and wanted to escape, but reason suppressed this instinct.

Dantioch wanted to plead for his colleague, but before he could say anything, Perturabo, who was about to rush forward again, stopped, paced twice, and then gave up.

Trident stood up, lowered his head, and dared not say anything else.

After beating someone without warning once again, Perturabo returned to the parts he had ordered others to make and began to assemble them.

After an unknown amount of time, a machine was assembled by Perturabo.

During this process, the others just stood there and watched, and no one dared to speak to disturb Perturabo.

After completing the assembly, Perturabo took two steps back and looked at the steampunk-style device he had built.

This is an engine that will be built in large numbers and then installed on a large platform.

Its main energy supply is to digest coal to produce steam, which drives the energy generator to power the anti-gravity device.

Perturabo would have preferred to build a simple, practical engine directly, rather than go around in circles and consume huge amounts of coal to drive the energy generator, but this was Kaliphon's ultimate goal, and Perturabo felt that he had promised Kaliphon to realize her vision.

But Perturabo also grasped the point, that is, the steampunk style, as long as it looks steamy, it doesn't matter what's inside.

Anyway, Perturabo didn't think that Calliphon or other Olympians had the intelligence to dismantle the shell they had created to check and study the internal structure. They would only think that this thing operated by burning coal.

Dantioch was also observing this thing.

It's not a great thing, and too much was sacrificed for an art style, but it went from design to finished product in less than a day.

This is Perturabo's creative power, a creative power that is like magic.

This is not even an invention using the idealistic power of psychic power. The rules of the real universe will not be distorted and changed according to Perturabo's will. Perturabo can create so many miracles within a cold and strict framework, which makes Dantioch sincerely admire him.

"What do you think of this thing?" Perturabo asked coldly, staring at his creation.

“It’s a work of art that is more beautiful than useful,” Dantioch said. “That’s the only way I can describe it.”

Perturabo's head turned quickly, his eyes falling on Dantioch's face.

The hearts of the superhero warriors present were all in their throats.

But Perturabo merely nodded: "Indeed."

The Lord of Steel immediately turned around and walked out, leaving his descendants with his back and an order.

"In nine and a half solar hours, at dusk at Olympia, I shall see it copied into twenty neat copies before me."

The Tridents except Dantioch saluted to the back.

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Inside an engineering ship of the Fourth Legion.

The primarchs of the two legion fleets stood on the command deck, together with Kalyphon and some Olympian bureaucrats, observing the entire process of the foundation of a floating city being built.

What Perturabo had ordered to be made had already been rushed out by the Iron Warriors, and then some of the remaining adamantium metals from the Fourth Legion were added to create a floating platform.

This platform cannot be built like on the surface by digging a big hole to lay the foundation and then building high-rise buildings step by step. Perturabo designed a house structure specifically for building on this platform, using special materials that are both light and flexible and only available in Olympia.

Through the holographic imaging equipment of the engineering ship, everyone can see the flood rushing along the terrain structure below the floating platform. And a giant flood control dam built along the structure of the overlapping mountains in the distance has collapsed due to the flood, leaving only some towering structures exposed above the water, letting people know that there used to be a huge flood control project there.

"The dam I designed back then... At the time, I thought my creation could at least ensure that people in this area would never have to worry about flooding again."

There was a hint of surprise and regret in Perturabo's tone as he said this.

"Originally it was possible, but recent unexplained rapid geological changes have caused the dam's ability to withstand floods to drop significantly," Kalifeng said. "I'm not a researcher of flood control engineering, but that's what I heard from others."

"What kind of thing can cause geological changes in such a short period of time?" Perturabo smiled, a rare smile of mockery. "Did the XII Legion's mobile orbital defense platform fire a round at my dam?"

Qin Xia and Angron looked at each other when they heard Perturabo talking about the orbital defense platform.

At the same time, they both thought of the idea that they couldn't tell Kalifeng directly.

In fact, there are better solutions to the flooded areas on Olympia than floating cities, such as using orbital defense platforms to bombard the terrain and cut a "diversion channel" on the land plate.

The things carried on the Nuxing orbital defense platform were not weapons, but terrain carving tools.

There may have been no way to control the power of the Transformation Beam, but Brown and Quadrant never stopped their research on the defense platform, and the two have figured out how to make the power of the beam exactly match the user's requirements without the training of planetary carvers in the Golden Age schools.

That's all up to that platform.

The platform itself can operate automatically, and the planet carver who Brown thought was absolutely indispensable actually only did things like attaching certificates and assuming responsibilities.

To be honest, Qin Xia thought this was a good idea from the bottom of his heart, but considering the diplomatic impact, he decided to give up.

"Now they don't have to worry about floods," Perturabo added.

Angron sensed relief, joy, even satisfaction in Perturabo's words.

Perturabo actually quite likes this kind of thing, relying on inventions to make a bad thing better.

For example, step forward like a hero in ancient mythology and save some people.

For example, inventing something in a place where materials are extremely scarce, purifying water, bringing food, and then gradually building this place into a prosperous and civilized place.

Angron sensed this, combined with what he had heard from various sources about Perturabo's past, and pondered...

Perturabo once stepped forward, killed the basilisk, and saved many people.

Cruelty and kindness, the bottomless pursuit of practicality and high efficiency and the hope for prosperity and civilization, these contradictory qualities all exist in Perturabo.

Angron felt that his brother was really twisted and complicated. If he did not have the ability to read minds, it would be wishful thinking to try to figure out his personality.

But it was precisely because of Perturabo's complexity that after sensing Perturabo's emotions and thoughts on Novsendak V, he did not regard Perturabo as an unrelatable evil.

"Why can't these bastards just live somewhere else instead of wasting my energy and time? They'd rather float in the sky than live on land."

Perturabo took a few steps back and sat in a chair, looking at everything presented on the holographic image with contempt.

Refugees migrating from the refugee camp at the top of the mountain to the floating city.

Those flying sailboats that travel between the floating city and the mountain refugee camp - these flying sailboats are also the imagination of Kaliphon, and are also the so-called absurd ideas that Perturabo has realized.

Perturabo looked at all this with disdain: "The Olympians are reluctant to move, and the Nucerias have the same problem... No, it should be said that perhaps those ancient civilizations have the same problem..."

"Ahem, interrupt me for a moment, brother."

As Perturabo spoke, Angron raised his hand and walked towards Perturabo.

The latter indeed shut his mouth, and then looked at Angron with some dissatisfaction and confusion in his eyes, wondering with some fear what Angron would say next.

"You are actually very happy that you can help them. You are also happy to see them living in a floating city, just like the humans in the ancient stories that Ms. Cariphon told you when you were a child. This lifestyle and living environment itself represents prosperity and civilization."

"So there's really no need for you to say what you just said at this time. It seems like you were just being bothered by others to do something you don't want to do at all."

"We all know that you actually prefer doing this to fighting tough battles."

Angron said this with a very calm tone and expression.

It was obvious that he had become very skilled and could now easily interrupt Perturabo's twisted behavior.

After Angron finished speaking, Kaliphon laughed out loud, and then subconsciously covered her mouth to prevent others from seeing her front teeth showing when she laughed.

It was also clear that Kaliphon felt the same way as Angron at this moment.

Perhaps this ordinary woman did not have the same talent as Angron, but she grew up with Perturabo after all, and she could understand Perturabo's character quite well.

"..." Perturabo's face was uncertain and his expression was extremely complicated. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself. He didn't know what to say.

Qin Xia said at this time: "Steel Lord, if I were you, I would invent a machine for myself to record every time this happened before, and then play it in front of my eyes on a loop for 24 hours."

"Why would you do such a stupid thing?" Perturabo frowned. "You're asking for trouble?"

"Because maybe this will help you learn a lesson. Next time you run into this kind of situation, just be honest and don't say anything, so as to avoid being exposed by others and being embarrassed on the spot." Qin Xia said with a smile, "But just think of it as a joke. Don't take this advice seriously... Because you will be exposed even if you think about it in front of Angron."

Perturabo turned his head away and muttered to Kaliphon in a deep voice: "My bastard brother's talent is too unreasonable..."

"Isn't that unreasonable?" Qin Xia and Angron smiled at each other. "Compared to your personality, this ability is still reasonable."

Perturabo was about to get angry when Angron took over the conversation. "Honestly, brother, you should be more honest. Not everyone has the ability I have. If you are not honest enough, people will misunderstand you, and such misunderstandings will accumulate and cause great trouble."

Perturabo said nothing.

Kaliphon looked at his brother and nodded.

In silence, Perturabo stood up and left. "Neither of our two legions' destinations is Olympia. Let's set off as soon as possible."

"Can you take me with you? I have never left Olympia, and I also want to see the world outside of Olympia." Kalyphon asked loudly, "Just treat it as the lifelong wish of a short-lived mortal."

"Don't even think about it. Don't even mention it." Perturabo walked away.

I slept a lot these days. I slept until about 10 pm today. I got enough rest and wrote a chapter. I will update as usual tomorrow.

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(End of this chapter)