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Perturabo pointed at the flickering area and said gravely, "This node is crucial. It connects our ambush area with the enemy's possible attack route. If we can control this point, we can cut off the enemy's retreat once they enter the ambush circle, effectively catching them in their trap."

Lario nodded slightly and leaned in closer to examine the star map. "But this must be an area that the enemy is focusing their defenses on. Deploying forces quietly is no easy task. We may need to stage a feint to distract their attention from this node."

Perturabo folded his arms, thought for a moment, and then said, "We can launch small-scale attacks in surrounding systems to create the illusion that we are launching large-scale operations in those areas. At the same time, we can arrange for reconnaissance ships disguised as civilian vessels to secretly approach the jump node and understand the enemy's defense deployment."

"This is indeed a solution, but once the reconnaissance ship is discovered, the operation may be exposed. We have to equip the reconnaissance ship with the most advanced stealth equipment and select experienced and cautious crew members to carry out the mission." Lario added.

How wonderful! What a cooperation!

The two of them were like a natural command staff.

It's like they were born to be together, perfect for each other, thank the Emperor.

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The clamor of war has ended.

As early as the two Primarchs paid attention to this area, the Iron Warriors' artillery fire exploded like thunder, and the deafening roar swept across the vast star region.

From that moment on, the outcome of the war was determined.

At this moment, in the dead silent space, the shattered wreckage of the alien fleet was floating everywhere.

They were like randomly discarded garbage, their hulls shattered into countless pieces, drifting aimlessly in the cold universe.

Under the illumination of cosmic rays, the fragments reflected a strange and cold light, as if unwilling to lose their power.

Airon Karl stood on the ship's command deck, gazing at the scene before him, feeling a mixture of emotions.

This victory not only proved the correctness of their strategy, but also marked a major milestone in his personal military career.

"Report to the company commander, the enemy has been completely defeated, our fleet has suffered minor losses, and all units are carrying out post-war cleanup and data collection." The voice of the signalman broke the brief silence.

"Well done," Eron Karl responded, his eyes still fixed on the wreckage. He thought to himself, "This victory is inseparable from the wise decision of the Primarch and the many suggestions from Lord Lareo."

At the same time, on the Primarch's flagship, Perturabo and Lario were also watching the post-war scene through the viewfinder.

This viewing window was installed at Lareo's strong request.

"In this battle, Karl performed quite well." Perturabo gave a rare affirmation.

"I just say he has great potential. Give him a chance and he will prove himself."

Lareo responded with a smile, a hint of relief in his eyes.

"But the war will never stop. Only through repeated tempering in the flames of battle can steel be forged into a sharp blade, constantly melted and recast into even stronger armor."

Perturabo's expression was grim.

"But with this valuable experience, they will be able to handle similar situations more calmly next time. After all, you, the great Lord of Steel, are leading them."

Lario said with a smile, his words full of confidence in Perturabo.

Her words brought a rare smile to Perturabo's stern face.

At this moment, in this war-torn ruin of the universe, the Iron Warriors have quickly plunged into intense work.

They methodically collected various available resources from the wreckage of the alien warships, carefully analyzed the technical equipment used by the aliens, and concentrated on making careful preparations for the next possible battle.

In this cold, vast, cruel and ruthless cosmic battlefield, the joy brought by victory is always fleeting.

"Next, it's time for me to get busy." Lario said as he changed into a medical protective suit.

The Lord of Steel couldn't help but be slightly startled. This was the first time he saw Lario like this.

"You are..." He began to speak in confusion.

"A little trick of psychic energy, isn't it amazing?" Lario explained with a smile, and even turned lightly in front of him.

This medical protective suit is not loose and perfectly outlines her figure.

"Are you planning to come with me to the lab and watch me dissect the alien?" Lario asked.

"Okay." The Lord of Steel didn't even have time to think before his body subconsciously responded.

Then, the two Primarchs walked side by side, the Iron Lord's iron boots making a dull sound as they stepped on the deck.

"This is an opportunity I specially arranged with your descendants. For this matter, I even treated Dantioch and the others to a cake." Lareo talked about this matter with great interest. As she spoke, she seemed to want the Lord of Steel to dispel her doubts that she would control his legion and have ill intentions towards the legion.

"Yeah." The Lord of Steel responded softly.

The two arrived in front of the laboratory. Lario reached out and pushed open the door of the laboratory, and the two primarchs immediately walked in.

"It seems that the cake I made myself was not given away in vain. The alien captured by Dantioch and his men is in really good condition and still very much alive." As Lario walked into the laboratory, his eyes fell on the strange alien nailed to the experimental bed.

Sensing the arrival of the Primarchs, the alien struggled even more violently, emitting bursts of shrill roars.

In Lario's words, this alien seemed to be just a fresh ingredient.

The Lord of Steel did not show any surprise at this.

"Okay, everything is ready, let's get started now." Lario said as he took out a scalpel.

Then, she used her psychic powers to precisely control the scalpel.

Under the alien's horrified gaze, the scalpel cut through its tentacle-covered scalp with extraordinary ease.

The alien's screams suddenly rang out sharply, and Lario couldn't help but frown.

"These aliens are so annoying." Lario said with annoyance, "Let me find out where the nerves that control your tongue are."

After saying that, the scalpel in her hand fell again, and the wound on the alien's scalp further expanded, exposing more brain tissue.

As the brain tissue was exposed, a gas with a strange fishy smell spread.

Lareo wrinkled his nose and continued to control the scalpel with his psychic power, carefully exploring the complex brain tissue of the alien.

"Look, this bundle of nerves seems to be closely related to the movement of its tongue." As Lario spoke, he gently lifted the nerve with a scalpel and carefully observed its structure and direction.

The alien's struggle became more and more violent, and the entire experimental bed trembled slightly due to its violent movements.

The Lord of Steel stood aside, watching all this quietly, his eyes focused and calm, not missing any details.

As for the alien creatures, he has always wanted to gain a deeper understanding of their biological structure so as to better deal with them in future wars.

"If we can understand how their nervous systems work, maybe we can find new ways to deal with them."

Lareo said, her eyes never leaving the alien's brain.

"However, this species is the only one left. Even if a solution is developed to counter it, it will only be an afterthought. However, the structure of this species is worthy of being recorded in the Alien Manual."

After that, she controlled the scalpel again and began new explorations in other areas of brain tissue.

Perturabo watched intently from the side. What he saw was indeed full of novelty for the Lord of Steel.

Some sparks of inspiration regarding the research and development of the fusion of biology and machinery began to emerge in his mind.

"Which part of the body's sensory function is this nerve controlling?" Perturabo asked, pointing a finger at the intricate neural circuits in the alien's brain.

"In its eyeball. Watch carefully, once this nerve is cut, it will lose its vision." Lario responded while accurately controlling the scalpel in his hand with his psychic power.

Sure enough, as the scalpel moved precisely as Lario had said, the alien's eyeballs, which had originally been shining with a strange light, instantly became dim, as if the light of life disappeared from its eyes at this moment.

"Rio," Perturabo called softly.

"Yeah." Lario responded without stopping the movement of manipulating the scalpel in his hand.

"Did you compile the 11th Legion's Alien Manual?" The Lord of Steel shifted his gaze from the alien to Lario's face.

Lareo shook his head slightly and said, "I'm mainly good at mechanics. My skills in the biological field are still very rusty."

"But you certainly contributed." Perturabo said firmly.

"Yeah." Lario responded simply.

"Then why is your name not in the manual?" Perturabo's eyes were full of confusion and dissatisfaction. This dissatisfaction was due to his indignation at the injustice suffered by his friend, sister and blood relative.

"Why is it necessary?" Lario asked.

"That is an honor, an honor that will last forever and be praised by people! In the future, countless people will remember your name and erect monuments for you, so that you will be recognized, respected and loved by everyone." Perturabo became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Well, isn't it me who signed the name of Hui Le on the Alien Manual?" Lario said.

"That's just another name for you, but what about the name Lario? Where is it?" Perturabo knew very well that there were actually multiple Primarchs of the Eleventh, but it was only at this moment that he brought the subject up for open discussion in front of the two of them.

Why did the Lord of Steel speak so passionately?

Because he seemed to see his own shadow in Lario.

He made many contributions, but was often ignored by the emperor.

And Lareo seemed even more miserable. The glory she earned through her efforts was taken away by another "self".

Lareo continued to focus on using his psychic power to precisely control the scalpel and said, "Labo, I am Huile, and Huile is Lareo. There's no need to be so clear about the distinction, nor do we need so much glory. It's like some people who aren't meant to stand in the sun."

Perturabo frowned slightly, seemingly disagreeing with Lario's point. "But honor is the recognition of your efforts. You shouldn't be buried in obscurity." His voice was deep and powerful, with a hint of stubbornness.

Rio stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Perturabo, his eyes calm and gentle.

"Labo, what's important to me is the work itself, and being able to contribute to the Legion and our cause. The name is just a symbol. Even if I don't get the glory in public, I know what I have done, and that's enough."

She sighed softly, then returned her gaze to the alien dissection table, continuing to manipulate the scalpel. "Furthermore, we live in a universe riven by war and crisis. Personal glory is less important than meeting these challenges, strengthening our Legion, and protecting everything we hold dear."

Perturabo was silent for a while, but deep down, he still felt unfair for Lario.

"I just think that your contribution deserves to be seen by more people." He murmured.

"You know, Rab, before Carlephine left, she talked to me. She asked me what I wanted most, saying she could give it to me as a gift the next time we met. She listed many things, beautiful jewelry, exquisite armor, and even specifically mentioned works of art."

"She also said that if I wanted a piece of art, I just had to tell her the style and she would ask her lab to make it custom. After all, you are the best in the entire galaxy when it comes to artistic attainments."

Perturabo couldn't help but smile, and the dissatisfaction he had just felt over the topic of honor seemed to fade a little.

Lareo's words always made people feel refreshed.

But at this moment, he was more concerned about another thing, and then asked: "Have you told her what you want?"

"Peace." Lareo only uttered these two words and paused.

This brief pause made Perturabo hope that she would explain the reason behind it.

"Why this?" Perturabo asked in confusion.

"Kelly Fanny had the same expression at the time, but she quickly let it go and didn't ask why."

As Lario spoke, he had already completed the dissection of the alien's brain, successfully obtained the required data, and was now preparing to dissect the alien's body tissues.

"Labo, you should know that, according to the Emperor's original vision, the 11th Legion was never one suited for continuous warfare. The difficulty of recruiting has always been an insurmountable shortcoming of the 11th Legion. This is not only related to the survival of the Legion, but also one of the reasons why I long for peace."

"Another reason is my life on Terra. Unlike you, I'm not a genius. I have to get up early every day to study mechanics, biology, psychic powers, military command, and other knowledge."

"Those top Terra instructors almost always provide me with one-on-one or even multiple-on-one tutoring. The course schedule is tight and the progress must be advanced at a rapid pace."

"Compared to a Primarch like you, I am more of an ordinary mortal. Therefore, I long for peace even more than you do. After all, in a grand expedition like the Great Crusade, it is difficult for me to realize any grand ambitions."

Lareo's words silenced Perturabo. What she said was indeed an indisputable fact.

Perturabo knew that he was indeed a genius among the Primarchs, and was also extremely outstanding among the twenty-two Primarchs.

And the situation Lareo described himself was equally true.

But how can I comfort her?

Should I tell her not to worry, that although this is the reality, her eagerness to learn has surpassed Leman Russ, her loyalty far exceeds Guilliman, and compared with her other Primarch brothers, she is already very outstanding?

But given Perturabo's emotional intelligence, it was difficult for him to say these words.

Silence stretched between the two of them, broken only by the subtle hum of the instruments on the alien dissection table.

Perturabo pondered for a long time, then spoke slowly: "Rio, everyone has unique value in the Great Crusade. Contributions are not limited to grand plans. Your desire for peace is another direction to guide us forward."

Chapter 351 As long as everyone is strong, no one is strong

The Glory of the Sun was moving steadily in the vast space, with a large number of ships following behind it. The scene was quite spectacular.

They had just successfully arrived in the solar system using subspace navigation.

At this moment, the familiar light of the stars in the solar system shines on these ships coming from afar, as if welcoming their arrival.

In the duel arena inside the ship, Aurora, dressed in red-gold armor, was watching the fierce duel with great interest.

Standing next to her was Hui Le, who was wearing blue and white armor.

The two fighters on the duel field were in high spirits, and their fighting moves were swift and full of passion.

"Those poor politicians! They recalled us both from the battlefield just because of some groundless and unfounded rumors. They are so petty." Aurora couldn't help but sigh.

"This time we received a total of 13 orders requesting responses, and all of them were issued in the name of Malcador. It is impossible to refuse under such circumstances." Hui Le explained helplessly.