Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Seeing that it was Lario, she was slightly startled, then she showed a gentle smile, "It's Lario, please come in."

Kelly Fanny stepped aside to let Lareo into the cabin.

"These are the fruits I found along the way, the special fruits of each planet."

Lareo said as he brought out a fruit bowl with some fruit, smiling.

The fruit plate is beautifully crafted from a softly lustrous metal, with a variety of brightly colored fruits carefully arranged on it.

These fruits have various shapes. Some are like purple crystal balls shining with a faint light, with a delicate and smooth surface; some are shaped like crescent moons, with a warm golden skin and an attractive sweet fragrance; and some are like small hedgehogs, covered with soft sharp thorns, but the fresh and juicy flesh can be seen from the gaps.

"I think that during this long and boring interstellar journey, tasting the unique flavors of different planets might cheer you up."

Lario gently placed the fruit plate on the table and looked at Kelly Fanny sincerely. "Furthermore, my sister said that food can bring people closer together. Perhaps when you share these fruits with Perturabo later, it will make your communication easier."

She hoped that this thoughtful gift would ease Kelly Fanny's current sorrow and provide a glimmer of hope for repairing her relationship with Perturabo.

"Lario, my friend, when you were captain of the Iron Blood, did you find Perturabo emotionally unstable?"

As Kelly Fanny spoke, she gently picked up a piece of fruit and put it into her mouth. The moment the flesh was bitten open, the sweet juice spread in her mouth. She squinted her eyes slightly, as if enjoying this unique taste.

"Sometimes, like in front of the Tridents," Lario said after a moment's thought. "The Trident members' styles of action occasionally clash with Perturabo's philosophies. Whenever this happens, Perturabo becomes easily agitated, but I haven't noticed him getting emotionally unstable in front of me. Perhaps it's because we work so well together on many matters, like the Dreadnought Project, and I understand his pursuit of perfection and power, so communication is relatively smooth."

Lareo shared his feelings frankly, his eyes showing seriousness and thought.

Kelly Fanny slowly swallowed the fruit in her mouth and nodded gently. "It seems that he is not unapproachable to everyone. Perhaps it is because you understand him and know what he truly cares about that you can keep him at peace. I really hope that I can find a way like this to resolve the conflict between us and change him."

"But his true nature is that he hates everyone." Kelly Fanny said slowly with a worried look on her face, "As a Primarch, he hates mortals, thinking they are too cowardly and unable to meet his standards no matter what they do.

It's even possible that he would feel disgust towards his own offspring, the Iron Warriors, whom he had created. You know, he had always longed for his offspring to be as famous as Abaddon of the Luna Wolves, or to be respected by everyone like the outstanding figures of other legions, but the reality might make him dissatisfied.

As for the relationship between the superior and the other brother primarchs, he is sometimes enthusiastic, and sometimes feels that he is being used, which is very contradictory. "

Lareo was about to put the fruit to his lips when he heard this, and his movements stopped instantly, his face full of confusion. "You're talking like it's a spinning top that will never stop."

Lario shook his head slightly. "It seems that the Perturabo you describe is plagued by a multitude of complex and conflicting emotions. But the Perturabo I know, while tough and demanding, isn't someone who hates everything without a clear reason. Perhaps his dislike is simply an overreaction to the disparity between his ideals and reality."

Lario frowned slightly, lost in thought, trying to find clues to explain his complex emotions from his past interactions with Perturabo.

Lareo was silent for a moment, trying to sort out the complex, labyrinthine inner world of Perturabo described in Kelly Fanny's words.

"Celifany, I believe Perturabo's emotions are not without reason." She spoke slowly, looking at her intently, "He has an almost obsessive pursuit of ideals, which drives him to hold everything around him to extremely high standards.

The weakness of mortals, the failure of Astartes to live up to his expectations of excellence, could trigger his discontent.

As for fame, on the grand stage of the Great Crusade, he longed for his achievements and ideas to be more widely recognized. If this desire was not met, it would easily breed loss and resentment.

Kelly Fanny listened attentively, nodding slightly in agreement. "Your analysis makes sense, Lareo, but these emotions are tangled together like a tangled mess, becoming increasingly entangled, making it difficult for him to break free."

Lario bit his lip lightly and said thoughtfully, "Perhaps we can try to help him untangle this mess. Starting with the achievements he cares most about, such as his masterpieces in military engineering, we can let more people know at the appropriate time and in an appropriate way, expand his influence, and satisfy his desire for fame. As for his relationship with his brother Primarchs and superiors, we can find opportunities for him to express his thoughts frankly, eliminate misunderstandings, and find a more comfortable way of getting along."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Kelly Fanny's eyes. "It's easier said than done. But if we can truly do this, perhaps we can truly free him from these negative emotions. But, where do we even begin?"

"I actually have a very large network of connections. Rogal Dorn has received a favor from me (I helped him repair the Phalanx). I can ask him to write a letter to Perturabo, a letter full of praise for him."

Lareo said, a confident glint in his eyes.

If Perturabo could be recognized through the help of a figure like Rogal Dorn, it might satisfy Perturabo's desire for recognition of his own value to a certain extent.

"Ah?" Kelly Fanny couldn't help but exclaimed softly, her eyes full of surprise.

In her perception, she always thought that Lareo was just a wandering trader, although she had a close relationship with Perturabo, but she did not expect that she had such a deep network of contacts.

Lareo took action immediately. She took out a piece of fine-quality paper, which was specially used for important letters. The surface was smooth and had a slight luster, which could preserve the handwriting for a long time without fading.

She picked up a special pen with a fine tip that wrote smoothly.

Lareo frowned slightly, lost in thought, carefully forming his words in his mind.

The importance of this letter lies not only in explaining the purpose of the letter to Rogal Dorn, but also in accurately conveying Perturabo's outstanding achievements in military engineering, so that Rogal Dorn can be inspired and write a letter of praise that can truly impress Perturabo.

After thinking of the wording, she began to write, her handwriting neat and powerful.

"Respected Primarch Rogal Dorn, it has been a long time since I last communicated with you. I wonder how you have been doing recently. I am Lareo. I believe you still remember when the Phalanx malfunctioned. I was fortunate to be able to provide some assistance to it..."

Next to Kelly Fanny, Lareo elaborated in detail on Perturabo's outstanding talents and unique insights in warship design, weapon improvement, and various military building structures. He also mentioned Perturabo's desire for his achievements to be widely recognized and the positive impact this might have on his state of mind.

After writing the letter, Lareo checked it again carefully to make sure there were no mistakes or ambiguities.

Then he carefully folded the letter in half, placed it in a matching envelope, and stamped the seal with his unique seal, symbolizing the authenticity and confidentiality of the letter.

Afterwards, Lareo hurried to the Iron Blood's communications room, where equipment was flashing and staff were busy and orderly.

After explaining the situation to the person in charge, she handed the letter to the interstellar mail specialist. "This letter must be delivered to Primarch Rogal Dorn as quickly and safely as possible. It is of great importance."

Lareo warned seriously.

The commissioner nodded solemnly and promised to arrange for it to be sent immediately.

Seeing that the letter was properly handled, Lario felt a little relieved and silently prayed that Rog Dorn would reply to Perturabo as soon as possible as she wished.

……

Holding Lareo's letter, Rogal Dorn stood in the Phalanx's grand command room, which was filled with the roar of machinery. The busy scene around him was in sharp contrast to his current contemplation.

After reading the letter, he was silent for a while, his deep gaze seemed to penetrate everything before him, and he fell into deep thought.

Then he fell silent again, his expression growing more serious. "You want him to praise Perturabo? Qi Er Shan Phosphorus Long Qi 衤 San 飼"

This request was a bit of a challenge for him. He pondered, "What's the point of praising me? While Perturabo's siege tactics are unique, they're certainly not as efficient or precise as mine. And in defending a city, I'm renowned for my exceptional defensive strategies, and Perturabo is no match for them either."

"How can I praise him?" Rogal Dorn muttered to himself, his brow furrowed. "Praise him for his wild imagination, for conceiving of an ideal utopia, but never putting it into practice?"

Thinking of this, Shi Tou couldn't help but shake his head slightly. Such praise was not only insincere, but also meaningless.

If the 11th Primarch had not helped him repair the Phalanx, Rogal Dorn would have ignored any other Primarch if they had brought this up.

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Rogal Dorn's heart. Although he and Perturabo were both Primarchs, their differing styles and philosophies meant they had little in common.

However, Lareo's letter made him realize that there might be another deeper meaning to this matter.

In order to complete the task given to him by Lareo.

After some inner struggle and weighing, Rogal Dorn decided to re-examine the advantages of Perturabo.

He recalled the unparalleled creativity Perturabo had displayed in some of his mechanical designs, structures so complex and ingenious that they were astonishing even by his own standards.

There is also Perturabo's persistent pursuit of details. In the construction of military engineering, every link strives for perfection. This concentration and rigor are also worthy of praise.

Perhaps, from these perspectives, he could write a letter of praise that was both sincere and truly positive for Perturabo.

Moreover, the letter could only praise Peturabo, and he had to praise him well.

"..." Rogdorn just thought this was some new way of playing a prank?

Oh, by the way, the guy No. 11 wrote me a letter that contained a lot of Perturabo’s words. If I fix and modify them, it should be fine, right?

Rogal Dorn turned and walked towards the huge desk, which was covered with various strategic maps and documents.

He pulled open the carved chair, slowly sat down, took a feather pen from the exquisite pen holder beside him, dipped it in ink, and made the first stroke on the white parchment.

"To Primarch Perturabo:

How are you doing? I'm sure you're contributing to the Emperor's cause in your own unique way during the Great Crusade.

The reason I took up this writing is because of the friendship and longing between brothers, which gave me the opportunity to re-examine the relationship between us, which is not close but equally important.

For a long time, we have each focused on our own missions, serving the Emperor on different battlefields. Although our interactions have been few, I have long heard of your achievements in the field of military engineering.

Your creativity shines like a star. The designs of those warships and war machines are so exquisite in structure and unique in conception that I am amazed every time I hear about them.

Your persistent pursuit of details makes every project almost perfect, which is extremely rare among many Primarchs.

Just like the siege engines you built, their complexity and powerful power demonstrate your unique understanding of the art of war.

Although they are different from the siege methods that I am good at, they undoubtedly demonstrate your outstanding talent in the military field.

This kind of talent is not possessed by everyone. It is your unique mark, engraved on every masterpiece you create.

Although your conception of the perfect military architecture may not have been fully realized, your depiction and persistence of the ideal blueprint demonstrates a foresight that transcends reality.

This is a rare quality that drives you to keep exploring, keep breaking through, and bring more possibilities to our war cause.

Perturabo, your service to the Great Crusade cannot go unnoticed.

Your talent and persistence deserve to be known and appreciated by more people.

May you continue to utilize your talents in your future journey and build a more solid foundation for the Emperor's grand ambitions.

Rogal Dorn

After Rog Dorn finished writing, he carefully reviewed the contents of the letter again. After confirming that it was correct, he folded the letter in half and put it into the envelope, stamped it with his seal, and then ordered his servant to send the letter out as soon as possible. He really didn't want to have too much contact with this letter. It turned out that Turabo was too weak.

Of course, he hoped that this letter would have a positive impact on Perturabo, as Lario had hoped.

Chapter 309 Pebbles Rogdorn

Perturabo sat on the cold and hard throne, a cold aura surrounding him.

Hearing Dantioch's report, he raised his eyes slightly, his eyes full of disdain.

"My Lord has a letter for you in the mail." Dantioch's voice echoed in the empty hall.

"Those mediocre mortals of Terra are giving me orders again."

Perturabo's tone was filled with contempt; this kind of situation was commonplace for him.

After all, the Fourth Legion, the Iron Warriors, had long been a legion that specialized in tackling the toughest challenges, and those orders from Terra were mostly unrealistic interferences in their eyes.

"No, my lord, it is a letter from Lord Rogal Dorn."

Dantioch hurriedly explained, holding the envelope in his hands as if it were a sacred object. He walked respectfully to Perturabo with steady steps and handed him the letter.

"Rog Dorn?" Perturabo was slightly startled, a puzzled expression instantly appearing on his face. On his face, as cold as a knife, there was a hint of barely perceptible expectation at this moment.

The Lord of Steel slowly reached out his hand and took the envelope, his fingers inadvertently stroking the exquisite envelope.

He searched hard in his memory, making sure that he had never had any contact with the Primarch known as the "Lord of Stone" before, and he really couldn't think of the reason why the other party wrote to him.

Perturabo held the envelope, examining it again and again, as if trying to discern the contents beneath its plain exterior.

The Lord of Steel tore open the envelope. Although his movements were steady, he couldn't help but feel waves in his heart.

After all, this was the first time the Seventh Primarch wrote to him.

Unfolding the letter, his eyes quickly swept over the opening greetings, and then, those words of praise were like beams of strong light, striking straight into his eyes.

The Lord of Steel frowned, initially taking it for some veiled taunt.

After all, in his cognition, Rogal Dorn was so high and mighty, and was known for his expertise in siege and defense. His style of doing things and areas of expertise were different from his. How could he suddenly receive such a letter full of praise?

But as he read deeper, he found that every word in the letter was full of sincerity, and it praised his creativity in military engineering, his attention to detail, and his unique design of war equipment very highly.

"He actually noticed this..." Perturabo muttered to himself, with a hint of surprise in his voice that was hard to conceal.

For a long time, he had toiled in the Fourth Legion's Iron Warriors, focusing on forging powerful war tools and clearing the most difficult obstacles for the Great Crusade, but he rarely received such sincere recognition from other Primarchs.

Rog Dorn's affirmation of his unfinished ideal blueprint made him feel mixed emotions.

"Dantioch," Perturabo raised his head and looked at his lieutenant who was still standing respectfully beside him. "Do you know why Rogal Dorn suddenly wrote me such a letter?"

Dantioch bowed slightly and replied, "My lord, I do not know, but perhaps your talent and achievements cannot be ignored. Lord Rogal Dorn also recognizes your unique contribution to the Emperor's cause."

Perturabo was silent for a moment, his eyes still fixed on the letter, his thoughts racing like a horse without a bridle.

Then he waved his hand gently and said to Dantioch, "You can leave first." Although his voice was as low and steady as ever, it vaguely revealed a hint of unspeakable emotion.

Upon hearing this, Dantioch immediately bowed respectfully and turned away with steady steps.

As his figure gradually disappeared at the end of the hall, Perturabo was the only one left in the empty hall.

At this moment, the surroundings were so quiet that one could hear the Primarch's gentle breathing.

As the Lord of Steel, Perturabo possessed a sharp mind and eyes far beyond those of ordinary people. With his abilities, he could read the contents of the envelope almost instantly, in just a few seconds.

However, this time, he acted out of character.

The Lord of Steel's eyes moved slowly across the letter, reading it line by line, over and over again.

Every time he reread them, the words seemed to have different meanings, stirring up ripples in his heart.

Rog Dorn's praise for his achievements in military engineering was like a key trying to open the long-closed door deep in his heart.

The desire, persistence and loneliness that he had buried deep in his heart in the past gradually emerged because of this letter.

The Lord of Steel's fingers gently ran across the letter, as if he wanted to touch the sincerity behind those words.

"It turns out that someone noticed my efforts...it was this guy Rogal Dorn." He murmured in a low voice, and his voice was particularly clear in the silent hall.