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Her focused and serious look is really touching.

On that still tender face, a pair of blue pupils exuding a mysterious aura are like a deep pool, sparkling with the light of wisdom, and are breathtakingly beautiful.

Perturabo looked at her, his heart surging like a wave, filled with countless words of praise. In his eyes, she was so beautiful, so pretty, like a pearl shining brightly in the dark night, or like the goddess of beauty from Olympian legend descended to earth. Every glance, every subtle movement seemed to contain endless charm.

However, despite his heart full of compliments, Perturabo was inexplicably nervous when facing her. He could not speak the words he had rehearsed in his mind.

It was as if Lario had carefully concealed a secret deep within his heart, never revealing it to the Lord of Steel. This unspeakable feeling spread through Perturabo's heart, carrying a hint of sweet shyness mixed with an inexpressible helplessness.

Petraber just looked at her quietly, as if time had stopped for her.

The surrounding noise gradually faded, and the whole world seemed to be left with only her focused figure.

The Lord of Steel tried to muster up his courage and put aside his timidity.

He tried to break the silent deadlock, but every time the words came to his lips, they were suppressed by an invisible force.

She seemed unaware of Perturabo's fiery yet slightly shy gaze, and remained fully absorbed in the task at hand.

The darkness behind the iron and blood could not be sprinkled on her.

But the darkness created a faint golden halo for her, adding a touch of dreamy beauty.

Finally, she finished what she was doing and looked up, accidentally meeting Perturabo's gaze.

At that moment, Perturabo felt her heartbeat suddenly accelerate, as if it was about to burst through her chest. She paused for a moment, then smiled gently and asked, "You've been staring at me. Is there something wrong?"

Perturabo hesitated for a moment and said, "I... I just thought that the serious look on your face just now... was really... very beautiful." As soon as he said this, he regretted it deeply, feeling that his expression was too clumsy and that he could not describe even one ten-thousandth of the beauty she held in his heart.

He should use the most beautiful poems to praise the beauty of his sister, let her smile to him, and let the original title be his young captain forever to serve him.

Lareo tilted his head slightly, a smile flashing in his eyes, "Thank you for the compliment."

Her voice was as clear and melodious as a mountain spring, making Perturabo even more nervous.

To ease the slightly awkward atmosphere, Petraber quickly changed the subject: "Um... have you encountered anything interesting recently? It must be hard to keep a secret like Lario did."

As soon as he finished speaking, Petraber wanted to slap himself. Why did he mention Lario again? This topic change was really abrupt.

Lareo chuckled softly and said, "There are some interesting things, but as for secrets, everyone has something they want to treasure, and the Lord of Steel must be no exception. As for whether it was hard work, perhaps only she knows."

The young captain's slow and unhurried response gradually made Perturabo relax a little.

The two of them chatted back and forth, and the sunlight still shone gently on them, as if it had covered this beautiful moment with a layer of eternal veil.

When Lario turned and left, Perturabo stood quietly there, his eyes following his sister's gradually receding figures, his eyes full of reluctance.

The Lord of Steel cursed in his heart, wondering how time could pass so quickly. It seemed as if in just a blink of an eye, the reunion would turn into separation.

That eternal gaze always remained firmly fixed on Lareo, without the slightest deviation.

Perturabo longed for just a little more time with his sisters.

In this vast universe, as brothers and sisters, their moments together are always cut off by endless missions and disputes, making them increasingly precious and rare.

At this moment, he hoped that time could slow down its hurried pace, allowing them to exchange a few more heartfelt words and feel the warmth of each other's company.

But for a moment Perturabo began to contradict himself.

No, that's definitely not right.

In this cold and cruel cognition, how could steel represent such a soft emotion as the respect for family affection?

The characteristics of steel are destined to undergo thousands of tempering.

It needs to be forged mercilessly by fierce fire, endure enormous pressure, and be injected into a strict mold before it can finally be reborn and form the toughest, strongest and most powerful form.

The steel forged in this way is so hard that even stone cannot compete with it.

It symbolizes absolute power and ruthlessness. How can we allow ourselves to cling to the family affection that seems beautiful but may become a weakness?

In a world that follows iron laws, family affection is seen as a hindrance to becoming strong. Only by abandoning emotional weakness and devoting oneself to the pursuit of strength can one become as strong as steel.

However, just as Perturabo was immersed in his inner struggle in the darkness, constantly struggling with the thoughts of the "Lord of Steel" who adhered to the concept of "strength both inside and outside" and seemed to be refuting himself, the clear sound of boots stepping on the deck broke the silence.

This sound was like a heavy hammer that instantly attracted his attention and made him look sideways involuntarily.

To his surprise, it was his little sister Lareo who came back again.

Lareo came up to him excitedly, his eyes sparkling with intelligence. He said eagerly, "Raber, I just came up with an amazing modification plan for the Dreadnought. Can you help me refine my idea and make it even better?"

Perturabo looked at his expectant sister, and his Adam's apple trembled unconsciously.

At this moment, the idea of ​​"being tough inside and out and abandoning family affection" deep in my heart is fighting fiercely with my care and love for my sister.

On one side is the ironclad philosophy that he has long adhered to as a guideline, and on the other is the bond of family ties connected by blood.

After a few short yet long seconds, Perturabo looked into his sister's innocent and longing eyes. In the end, family love was like an irresistible warm current that broke through the seemingly indestructible line of defense of his ideals.

The Lord of Steel gently uttered a word: "Okay." At this moment, in the face of family affection, the cold steel concept temporarily took a back seat, and the friendship between brothers and sisters prevailed.

A bright smile suddenly broke out on Lario's face. She grabbed Perturabo's hand and walked towards the studio where the Dreadnought model was placed.

Along the way, she talked excitedly and told Perturabo all the details of the modification plan in her mind.

"You know, Rab, I want to add a new energy amplification device to the power core of the Dreadnought, so that its output power can be greatly improved. Also, in the weapon system, we can adjust the firing frequency of the laser cannon so that it can release more intensive firepower in an instant..." Lario's eyes flashed with excitement, and every new idea shone like a star.

Perturabo walked quickly with Lareo, listening carefully to her story.

Although a part of his heart was still entangled in the idea of ​​"being strong both inside and outside", at this moment, his sister's enthusiasm and trust made him involuntarily immersed in this topic.

Entering the studio, Perturabo still remembered that this studio was given to her by herself, and all the iron and blood belonged to her.

Lareo walked straight to the workbench where the Dreadnought model was placed, pointed at various parts of the model, and explained his ideas in more detail.

Perturabo frowned slightly, lost in thought.

The Lord of Steel considered the feasibility and potential problems of Lareo's plan from a professional perspective.

"Rio, your idea is very creative, especially the energy amplification device. However, if we want to increase its power, we may need to redesign the cooling system. Otherwise, under high-intensity operation, the mecha will easily overheat and be damaged."

As Perturabo spoke, he picked up a marker and pointed at areas on the model that might need improvement.

Lareo's eyes lit up. "Oh, right! Why didn't I think of that? Rab, you're always so thoughtful. As for adjusting the firing frequency of the laser cannon, do you think it's feasible?"

Perturabo thought for a moment and said, "It's theoretically possible, but we need to accurately calculate the distribution of energy to ensure that the frequency increase does not affect the normal operation of other weapon systems."

So, the brother and sister started a heated discussion about the modification plan of the Dreadnought.

Sometimes they argued about the feasibility of a detail, and sometimes they were excited about coming up with a better solution.

As the discussion deepened, Perturabo and Lareo became more and more involved, completely immersed in perfecting the modification plan for the Dreadnought.

They drew sketch after sketch on the studio's whiteboard, densely recording various data and ideas for improvement.

Lareo suddenly stopped writing and tilted his head to look at Perturabo, a sly look in his eyes. "Lario, what do you think if we replace the outer shell of the Dreadnought with a stronger Brilliant Gold that can guarantee better protection?"

Perturabo's eyes lit up. He walked over to the whiteboard and carefully examined the sketch. He pondered as he spoke, "This is indeed a new idea, but obtaining this alloy may be quite difficult, and we will also need to retest its compatibility with other parts of the mech. But if successful, it will undoubtedly lead to a qualitative leap in the performance of the Dreadnought mech."

After saying that, he immediately began to retrieve information about this alloy from the terminal next to him, quickly browsing through the various parameters.

Lario chewed the tip of his pen and continued to think about possible problems.

"Raber, I'm worried about the stability of this gold in extreme environments, such as high temperature or strong radiation environments. We have to ensure that the mecha can operate normally under various complex situations." Lario said with a frown.

Perturabo nodded in agreement. "Yes, this is a key question. We can use my Iron Warriors to test the relevant experimental data, or can we conduct some simulation tests in a short period of time?"

Lareo was silent for a moment, feeling mixed emotions. She simply couldn't agree with Perturabo's approach, and she felt he was being a bit too extreme.

After all, using her own offspring as a "tool" to test the Dreadnought was something she couldn't understand.

I couldn't help but mutter to myself, even though I knew he had many children, he shouldn't have put them in such a dangerous situation so casually!

This is a matter that concerns the life of our offspring, how can we treat it so lightly?

She didn't understand why Perturapo made such a decision. In his heart, was the pursuit of the perfect performance of the Dreadnought more important than the life of his offspring?

Lario stood there, looking at the unfinished sketch of the Dreadnought modification with a complicated look, his mind full of thoughts.

Perturabo stared at Larion's face, which showed no sign of hiding his inner emotions due to the argument, and a wave of emotion surged in his heart.

Steel Idea 7 Wo Chan Mio Shi Jiu Qi Shan realized that his sister was determined about this matter, and that he might have been a little too hasty.

So, with his high emotional intelligence, he slowed down his tone and changed his original words.

"You can use other bionic materials and put servitors in them," Perturabo said.

Although he is seen as the cold and resolute Lord of Steel by everyone, he is willing to compromise when it comes to his cherished sisters.

After all, family affection also has an irreplaceable position.

Lario's originally tense expression relaxed a little after hearing Perturabo's words.

She looked at her brother, her eyes still scrutinizing him, as if to confirm the truth of his words.

After a moment, she nodded slightly and said, "That's more or less true. Although androids or servitors lack true life, they can still provide valid data for the testing of dreadnought mechas without causing unnecessary sacrifices."

Perturabo nodded slightly and responded, "Well, I'll do as you say. Actually, I just want to quickly perfect the Dreadnought and enhance the Legion's strength. Since you have a better idea, let's try a new approach."

Lareo smiled with relief. "I know you're wholeheartedly concerned about the Legion, Rab, but sometimes a gentler approach is helpful. It'll be easier for everyone to accept."

Perturabo looked at his sister, his lips curled up slightly. "Okay, I'll give this more thought in the future. Now let's think about what else we need to pay attention to when testing with androids or servitors."

So, the brother and sister once again engaged in the discussion of the testing plan for the Dreadnought mecha.

This time, the atmosphere was no longer as tense as before. Instead, it was replaced by a harmony based on mutual understanding and cooperation. They worked together to find a better solution for the future of the legion.

How wonderful it was, and most of the time, Perturabo had always been accommodating his sister who was very similar to Ling Yiqi Si Ju Xia himself.

Chapter 304: Psionics and Steel, Post-Crusade Vision

The Tridents were keenly aware that the Father of Genes' mood had changed significantly.

These guards who always followed the Lord of Steel found that their genetic father's mood had improved significantly since the arrival of the young lady on the Iron Blood.

In the past, the Lord of Steel always sat grimly on his majestic throne and handled affairs.

Most of the time, his expression was gloomy and unpredictable.

They are even more harsh in their treatment of the Tridents. If they make the slightest mistake, they will be beaten and scolded. The words are so sharp that they can be scolded to pieces. They may even be beaten to a pulp in a fit of rage, leaving them so disabled that they can only be stuffed into a Dreadnought.

But now, the situation is completely different.

Ever since that lady appeared, the Lord of Steel would often unconsciously reveal a faint smile at the corners of his mouth while sitting on the throne working.

This change made the Tridents feel novel and a little overwhelmed.

After all, in the Tridents' memories, the Father of Genes had never smiled in front of them, let alone a smile full of encouragement.

Deep down in their hearts, they long for such a warm smile.

And now, a turning point has unexpectedly appeared.

In front of this young lady, they seemed to see a ray of hope. As long as they could gain her trust, perhaps everything would be different.

This woman converses closely with the Gene-Father, and she mentions the Iron Warriors in her conversations.

Every time she mentioned it, it seemed to add a different color to the Iron Warriors in the heart of the Father of Genes.

The Tridents guessed that perhaps her words could allow the Father of Genes to have a new understanding of them, to see that they were not just tools to carry out orders, but also warriors who were loyal to him and longed to be recognized.

Every time they saw the lady having a pleasant conversation with the Father of Genes, a sense of anticipation welled up in the hearts of the Tridents.

They fantasized that one day, the father of genes would treat them with the same kindness as he did to this lady, and encourage them with his smiling eyes.

This fantasy took root in their hearts and became a bit of comfort for them during the rigorous training and difficult tasks, making them work harder and hoping to win the true recognition and smile of the father of genes through the lady's kind words.

And if the Huskals, the guards of the Imperial Fists Primarch Rogal Dorn, knew of these trident fantasies.

They will definitely laugh at them.

Fantasizing that their genetic father would smile at them.

Imagine the Lord of Steel honoring them.

Imagine that the Lord of Steel will personally pin the medal of honor on them.

Imagine all this glory belongs to the Iron Warriors.

……

A special laboratory deep inside the Iron Blood.

This room was originally a space abandoned by the Lord of Steel, but now he has given it to his sister for use.

When you step into this laboratory, the first thing that catches your eye is a dreadnought mecha standing in the center.

This dreadnought mecha is quite large, 5 meters high, standing majestically like a steel giant.