Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Lario, the Primarch, was now like a child of only 1.5 meters tall, performing the duties of captain on the Iron Blood.

As the Primarch, he should have a majestic figure and supreme majesty, but he is disguised like this, which is really unbelievable.

Although the crew members around him were respectful to the "little" captain on the surface in their daily interactions, they couldn't help but whisper about his peculiar image in private.

Lario seemed to not care about this at all. She devoted herself to the command of the Iron Blood. With her extraordinary wisdom and keen insight, she managed the entire battleship in an orderly manner.

On the Iron Blood's seat of the Lord of Steel, which symbolizes absolute authority, Perturabo was caught in deep internal friction.

He knew very well in his heart the true identity of his sister. She was a Primarch.

My thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the time when I first returned to Olympia.

At that time, she appeared in Olympia as a merchant, conducting various transactions.

The Primarch's profound knowledge and unique charm are as hard to ignore as the vast stars.

Perturabo still remembers the scene of her having a pleasant conversation with her sister. The scene seems to have happened yesterday, as clear as if it happened right before her eyes.

Moreover, Perturabo's conceited adoptive father and her brother, who had once surpassed her in carving skills, both favored her.

These memories kept flooding back into Perturabo's mind, making him feel increasingly conflicted.

At this moment, Perturabo subconsciously slid the data tablet in his hand, and his inner confusion made him unconsciously increase the strength of his hand.

Finally, the data board could not bear the weight, and a crack spread rapidly like a spider web. Finally, with a "snap", it broke without being able to withstand the powerful force of the Lord of Steel.

The trident next to it trembled in fear, becoming timid and cowardly because of the anger of the Father of Genes.

The broken datapad parts scattered all over the floor, but it did nothing to interrupt Perturabo's chaotic thoughts.

Perturabo stared at the shattered dataslate in his hands, the light reflecting from the shards stinging his eyes as much as the tangled web of emotions stung his heart.

He tossed the broken data slate aside and fell deeper into thought.

He didn't understand why the appearance of this sister caused such subtle changes in the Olympia he was familiar with.

Her existence was like a key that unlocked some emotional shackles deep in his heart that he himself had not even noticed.

Those scenes of being recognized by his mortal adoptive father and mortal brothers were constantly magnified in his mind, triggering not only jealousy, but more of a confusion about his own value.

In his consistent cognition, strength and skills are the basis for winning respect, but this sister easily integrated into his family and received the love that he wanted but could not say out loud just by relying on communication and charm.

"Do not,

They are all mortals,

Cowardly mortals,

I don’t need it, yes, I don’t need it.”

The Lord of Steel began to refute himself. He raised his head and looked out the window of the Iron Blood. The darkness and depth of the universe seemed to merge with his current state of mind.

And the other side.

"Thank you, my lady. Your wisdom is like the vast stars in the sky. You easily saw through the problems I encountered during the siege."

Barabas Dantioch looked at the little lady, who was only 1.5 meters tall, with gratitude. His eyes did not contain the slightest disgust, but instead were filled with admiration and affection.

The atmosphere in Olympia is deeply influenced by ideas similar to Greek mythology, and people here generally have a special preference for small and young things.

As a warrior from Olympia, Dantiochus naturally also holds such aesthetic concepts.

This aesthetic is deeply rooted in the social culture of Olympia, and even the Primarch Perturabo is no exception.

In their eyes, youth and childhood not only represent innocence and vitality, but also contain an unpolished original charm that is as fascinating as an uncut jade.

Therefore, when faced with this petite but intelligent lady, Dantioch felt a genuine fondness and respect for her.

The young woman responded with a smile, as gentle and warm as the spring sun. "Thank you, Dantioch. Siege warfare strategies are inherently complex and varied, and I'm honored to be able to help you."

As Dantioch listened to her words, which seemed to have a magical power to soothe people's doubts, he felt more and more that this lady was not only extremely wise, but also humble and polite.

He couldn't help but think of the many occasions in Olympia where those tall and mighty warriors, although awe-inspiring in strength, often lacked delicacy and gentleness when communicating with others.

"Madam, I wonder if you would be willing to share with me more insights on tactics and strategies in your spare time? Your opinions are like a beacon in the darkness, guiding me to find the right direction in the maze of tactics." Dantioch invited sincerely, his eyes full of expectation.

The woman nodded gently. "Of course, Dantioch. Discussing tactics is an interesting thing. I'm happy to share my experience with you. Moreover, I believe I can learn a lot from your rich practical experience."

Perturabo arrived quietly and saw this scene with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was pleased that his soldiers could receive such valuable guidance. On the other hand, the complex emotions deep in his heart quietly emerged again.

He knew very well that this sister was gradually emerging among the Olympia community with her unique charm, winning everyone's love and respect, while he himself seemed to always be struggling to prove himself.

He stepped forward, attempting to disrupt the seemingly harmonious atmosphere. "Dantioch, while discussing tactics is beneficial, don't forget your primary duties. There are still many designs for the Iron Blood's defenses that require your attention." He then turned to the woman. "While your wisdom is commendable, Olympia is a land of many affairs, and we all bear heavy responsibilities."

Lario seemed to sense the subtle emotion in Perturabo's words, but she still kept smiling. "Lord of Steel, you are absolutely right. I was also planning to travel around and see more of Olympia. Perhaps I could gain some new inspiration from it."

Looking at her leaving back, Dantioch felt a little reluctant, while Perturabo fell into a new round of entanglement.

Normally, anyone who dared to speak to Perturabo in this manner would have been met with one of his terrifying blows.

Under Perturabo's iron rule, offenses against discipline and authority are tolerated without mercy.

However, the one he had just spoken to was the 20th Primarch, one of his twenty brothers and sisters.

This special Primarch quickly won the favor of everyone in Olympia with his unique charm and wisdom.

Even though Perturabo was filled with a thousand complex emotions, he found it difficult to bring himself to punish his fellow man severely.

After all, the blood ties between the Primarchs still hold considerable weight in his heart.

Even though the existence of this sister often disturbed his inner peace and made him fall into self-doubt and entanglement, the connection derived from genes still made him choose restraint between anger and helplessness.

Watching her figure gradually walking away, I secretly wondered how I could find a delicate balance between maintaining my own authority and cherishing the friendship between sisters in the days to come when I was with her.

Just give a captain's identity.

Perturabo turned and left, leaving Dantioch standing alone.

As a Primarch filled with a strong will of steel, Perturabo would never take the initiative to ask his sisters what they need like some others.

In his opinion, the Primarch should be as high and mighty as a god, maintaining absolute majesty and distance.

If one were to ask questions with the concern of a mortal, the Primarch's godlike image would collapse, as if he were being pulled down to the same level as those soft and weak mortals.

This behavior is extremely un-"iron" and is simply a sign of cowardice.

The Primarch's power and dignity as a demigod should be demonstrated through a firm attitude and unshakable authority, rather than engaging in seemingly tender actions that may actually undermine his divinity.

The atmosphere on the Iron Blood was unusually gloomy, just like the colors favored by the Iron Warriors, with gray and black interwoven, filled with depression and coldness.

In the passage, the Iron Warriors took heavy steps. Their iron boots made of ceramic steel collided with the metal splints, making a monotonous and dull sound. The sound echoed in the silent space, like a heavy sigh.

At the same time, there were mortal auxiliary troops around, who kept kneeling and kowtowing in fear and awe.

The sound of foreheads hitting the ground came one after another, seeming to add a rhythm of panic to the depressing atmosphere.

The entire Iron Blood seemed increasingly oppressive amidst the interweaving sounds of iron boots clashing and heads bowing, as if it were a ghost ship sailing in the dark universe, shrouded in an invisible solemnity and heaviness.

Lareo was filled with doubts, and he couldn't figure out how Perturabo had turned his legion into such a state.

The dull and depressing atmosphere that permeated the Iron Blood was almost solidified into substance.

The heavy footsteps of the Iron Warriors seemed to be dragging an endless burden with every step, while the panic-stricken kneeling and kowtowing of the mortal auxiliary army was more like a sad elegy.

The atmosphere of a legion often reflects the ideas and style of its leader.

Perturabo's obsession with discipline and authority might have seemed to him to be the cornerstones of a powerful legion, but in Lario's eyes, it seemed excessive.

This excessive toughness and coldness made the entire legion lack vitality and warmth, just like a piece of frozen soil covered with frost, which is difficult to breed vigorous vitality.

If I were in his place, I would definitely seek a balance that would ensure the discipline and combat effectiveness of the legion while allowing the soldiers to fight and live in a relatively relaxed and positive atmosphere.

"It seems that, with the exception of Dantioch, the other Iron Warriors in this legion are completely enveloped in a dreary atmosphere, absorbed in combat and completely clueless about command and dispatch. Even those supposedly commanding Trident members have only a passing understanding of the art. It's truly astonishing."

Lario's face was filled with disbelief as he continued to mutter to himself, "You know, this is a massive legion with nearly 150,000 Astartes and hundreds of millions of mortal auxiliaries under its command. Yet, the only one who can actually come up with a decent command strategy is Dantioch."

This situation really shocked and puzzled Lareo.

A legion of this size should have many talented people who are proficient in the art of command so that it can cope with various complex battles with ease.

But the scene before him was completely different from what he had imagined. The entire legion seemed so stretched at the command level. This not only made him deeply question Perturabo's legion management methods, but also made him worried about the future combat effectiveness of this legion.

Even her 3-man army has many talented military commanders!

Chapter 300 Deception and Contradiction

Lario walked straight to Perturabo. Due to her short stature, she had to look up, and her sight could only reach Perturabo's chest wrapped in huge armor.

"Perturabo, do not reveal my presence to the other brothers."

"Reasons," Perturabo asked in a low voice, his voice resonating like a bell.

"My mission is different from yours. I am destined to hide in the dark night. This is the meaning of my existence." Lario hastily made up an excuse and deliberately kept it brief, fearing that if it was a little too long, his brother would see through the falsehood.

Perturabo fell silent, gazing at the little sister before him with a growing fondness.

He seemed to see his own shadow in her.

He endured everything silently, without receiving praise or acclaim from the public, nor had he ever received any shining honor.

All they had was the constant sad news of their descendants' sacrifices, and the arduous tasks that seemed to never be completed.

After a moment's silence, Perturabo spoke slowly: "As you wish, sister, your secret will remain forever silent with me."

The Lord of Steel's voice was still steady, but with an imperceptible softness.

Lario felt a little relieved and said, "Thank you."

She said softly. Even though Perturabo agreed readily, she still didn't dare to let her guard down completely. After all, it was not easy to deceive any Primarch.

Perturabo nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on Lario, as if he was thinking about something.

"Though you are short, you have a strong soul, like the steel of Olympia, which has been tempered but never bent."

It is rare for the Lord of Steel to give such an evaluation.

Lareo's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected Perturabo to think this of her. "Thank you! I'm only fulfilling my mission."

"Mission..." Perturabo muttered, his thoughts drifting away. "We all have a mission, though the paths we take are different. But no matter what, I will be your support if you need me." His words struck Lareo like a hammer.

Lario raised his head and looked at Perturabo, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

This sudden concern made her feel warm, but she was also vaguely worried that it would expose her true purpose.

"I hope that day won't come," she said, a hint of distance in her tone, trying to distance herself from Perturabo.

Perturabo seemed to sense her deliberate avoidance, but remained silent. He turned and gazed at the black walls of the Iron Blood. "In this vast universe, the friendship between our Primarchs is perhaps the only thing that can comfort our souls."

Perturabo did not ask Lario why he came here. In his opinion, such an inquiry was unnecessary.

The Emperor endowed each of their Primarchs with unique abilities and missions. Each Primarch was like a star shining alone in the universe, each with a different trajectory and secrets.

Some secrets are destined to be hidden and protected. This is perfectly normal in Perturabo's opinion.

Although the Primarchs are of the same lineage, the responsibilities they shoulder and the paths they take are very different.

Perhaps Lareo's mission lies hidden in this "dark night", and her secret is the key to completing the mission.

Perturabo respected this difference, just as he respected the hidden struggles and perseverance deep within his own heart. He believed that if Lario ever needed to talk, he would take the initiative to speak. Until then, remaining silent and respectful was the best support he could offer as a brother.

……

At the invitation of their brothers, Jonson and Leman Russ set foot on the planet's surface. What they saw was Curze and Aurora engaged in a fierce battle.

"What's going on between them?" Leman Russ looked puzzled and turned to ask the person next to him.

Clarks hurriedly explained, "Coz snatched the last piece of fruit from Aurora, and because of that, the two of them started fighting."

Seeing this, Zhuangsen subconsciously wanted to rush forward to help Aurora, but was stopped by Leman Russ.

"Don't go. Look at them. They won't really fight each other." Leman Russ said.

The exchanges between the two Primarchs were concise and precise, demonstrating a perfect rapport. Although neither Curze nor Aurora was armed, their punches and kicks had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

Every punch and every kick contained tremendous force, and the air seemed to be stirred by invisible ripples due to their fierce confrontation.

The brothers around watched with great interest, as if they were enjoying a wonderful performance.

Just as everyone was watching, Koz rushed towards Aurora, his figure as fast as lightning, and closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

He swung a punch suddenly, aiming directly at Aurora's face. The wind from his fist whistled as if it was going to tear the air apart.

Lola was not in a hurry. She slightly turned sideways and easily avoided the fierce attack. At the same time, she grabbed Koz's arm and tried to use her strength to knock him down.

Koz sensed Aurora's intention, exerted force from his waist, and spun his body like a top, breaking free from Aurora's control. At the same time, he kicked Aurora in the chest.

Aurora quickly crossed her arms to protect her chest. With a dull "bang", the kick landed solidly on her arm, and the immense force made her take a few steps back.