Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

"As for me, I can also focus on exploring the integration of psychic power and art in such an environment and create unique works.

Everything is no longer shrouded in the dark clouds of war, but art is used to paint a brilliant picture of the future of the empire. This is what I really look forward to seeing."

"But is this really possible?" the voice sounded again.

"It's impossible, because through psychic power, the future I foresee is filled with endless wars." Lario said.

"In that case, why do you still have such thoughts?"

“Because this is a longing for beauty!

Just like the Emperor's vision of the ultimate form of humanity's great undertaking, remember what he named that golden flagship? It all seemed like a dream."

Lareo explained using their father as an example.

"Alas, but you should know why I want to talk to you now."

"You want to ask me why I occupied your brain just now, right?" Lario turned sideways and continued, "You can actually read the memories in my brain directly and connect with my consciousness. This is much faster than asking directly."

"No, that's rude. After all, we are all independent individuals, just connected by our brains."

"I had to command the battle, control psychic energy, and answer Perturabo's questions at the same time, so I occupied your brains." Lario explained.

"One brain directs the battle, another controls the psychic energy, and to answer Perturabo's questions, does that require the energy of an entire brain? Is he really that difficult?"

“You should understand that I am now acting as his confidant.

At that time, in front of him, the ability I displayed in commanding the battle could not surpass his, otherwise it would arouse his jealousy; but it could not be too much worse than his, otherwise he would despise me.

And in terms of art, I have to give appropriate suggestions for any ideas he puts forward. I can't completely overshadow him, but sometimes I have to go a little beyond him, otherwise he will think I have no artistic talent, and he will also look down on me. "

"..."

After a moment of silence,

"This is truly troublesome, so troublesome that even a Primarch like us, with three Primarchs in our heads, finds it a headache."

Lareo sat up in bed and said, "You're starting to talk in circles again."

"I mean, if you feel the trouble is too much for you, then return to Terra and help me handle the Legion's affairs."

Huile didn't ask him why he wanted to stay in Tiexue, because there was no need.

"No need, it's quite interesting here. The Iron Warriors are very exciting, with many interesting people and things." Lario responded.

"Okay, if one day you really can't stand it, just come back. After all, we have never suffered such injustice since we were young."

……

Meanwhile, Perturabo returned to his room.

The moment you step into the room, the noise and chaos of the outside world seem to be isolated.

The room is filled with cold and hard metal textures, and the walls are displayed with architectural blueprints and military defense models designed by him. These are the crystallization of his hard work and wisdom.

The Lord of Iron slowly walked to the huge window and gazed at the vast universe.

The scenes of the alien battle that had just ended were still replaying in his mind, the fierce firefights, the crazy attacks of the aliens and the tenacious resistance of the Iron Warriors.

At the same time, the conversation with Lareo also stirred up ripples in his heart. Many thoughts about the position of warmaster and the ideal of art were intertwined.

The Iron Warriors Primarch's gaze fell on the twinkling stars in the distance, and he fell into deep thought, pondering the future of the Imperium and the path he should take...

He turned around and walked back to his own secret room, where a statue of Lareo was displayed.

Staring into the eyes of the statue, I felt a little disgusted with it.

Because these eyes were neither lively nor beautiful enough, and were far different from the one I saw with my own eyes today.

He should carve another one.

And whenever the Iron Lord is irritated and stressed, the Iron Lord always comes here.

On the display table in the secret room, there are some special objects: a lion statue, a seemingly ordinary but meaningful stone, an exquisite ring, and a deep blue necklace, which is placed in the center, dazzling.

He had been like this for a long time, and these carefully prepared gifts had never been delivered to the person he had been thinking of giving them to.

Perturabo reached out and gently touched the statue's face, as if that would bring him closer to Larion.

The Lord of Steel murmured softly, "Some words remain unsaid."

In the silent room, his voice seemed particularly lonely.

Each of these gifts was filled with his heart, but he still lacked the courage to give them away.

He was afraid that his actions would break the delicate balance between him and Lareo.

Perturabo carefully picked up the exquisite blue art necklace that looked like a dazzling galaxy, cherishing it deeply.

He slowly walked to the statue of Lareo and gently placed the necklace around the statue's neck.

In an instant, the necklace and the statue fit perfectly, the two complementing each other, exuding an indescribable beauty, as if this work of art was meant to be worn there, adding a bit of agility and charm to the statue.

Perturabo stared silently at the statue wearing the necklace. For a moment, it was as if the statue had come alive, and Lario's voice, appearance and smile became clearer and clearer in his eyes.

This made the Lord of Steel think of Lareo's gentleness and intelligence, as well as the moments of tacit understanding between them.

"It would be wonderful if you could actually wear it," Perturabo murmured to himself, his voice filled with regret and expectation.

This necklace, which embodies countless of his thoughts, fits perfectly on the statue, but it is not meant to be worn on her body after all.

He has always been bound by war, responsibilities and various inner concerns, and has missed too many opportunities to express his emotions.

All the complicated things make this beauty remain only in imagination.

The Primarch's thoughts were like a kite with a broken string, floating and free in the boundless void.

The clamor of war and the struggle for power were all left behind him at this moment. It seemed as if the whole world only contained him and that touch of azure tenderness.

Unconsciously, he walked to the ship's viewing window.

Through the huge transparent porthole, the boundless universe appears before your eyes, with twinkling stars, quiet and deep.

But he turned a blind eye to the vast and magnificent scene and was still immersed in his own thoughts.

Chapter 359: Perturabo achieved a good result of third place in the competition of knowing himself

Lario slowly woke up from his sleep, still feeling dizzy and exhausted.

Her brain had been running at high speed for a long time, just like a supercomputer running at overload, which made her feel a little overwhelmed.

"I can't go on like this. I'm almost becoming Perturabo's full-time psychiatrist. I have to make good use of his legion's resources to help me complete my research ideas," she thought to herself.

Lareo immediately started drafting the report.

She was fully focused and wrote down her research ideas in detail, taking up forty or fifty pages of report paper.

The report detailed her expectations for using the resources of the Fourth Corps to carry out her planned research projects.

However, she knew in her heart that all this required Perturabo's consent. After all, this was his legion. If he disagreed, she would have to draft another research report.

Anyway, we have to use his resources.

After Lario finished writing the report, he checked it again carefully to ensure that every piece of data and every item was accurate and logically clear.

After all, this is related to whether your research ideas can be realized.

Then she summoned a messenger, handed the report to him, and instructed him, "Send this report to Primarch Perturabo immediately. Be sure to hand it to him personally. Wait for him to read it and listen to his reply."

After receiving the order, the messenger quickly turned around and left.

Then Lareo lay down on the bed and fell asleep again.

At this moment, Perturabo, who was in the secret room, faintly heard a rhythmic knocking sound coming from his office.

The Lord of Iron frowned slightly, thinking in his heart that it was his subordinates who came to report matters.

He suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, pulled himself out of the thoughts he had just been immersed in, turned around and left the secret room.

Perturabo walked steadily along the cold metal corridor towards the office.

Along the way, he quickly adjusted his state, temporarily putting aside all his previous thoughts about Lareo, and restored the cold and majestic demeanor of a Primarch.

When he arrived at the door of the office, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

A soldier stood erect in the center of the room. Upon seeing the Primarch enter, he immediately saluted and presented the report in his hand. "Sir, this is from Mistress Lareo. She has instructed you to read it and await her response."

Perturabo took the report, glanced at the cover, and secretly guessed the content of the report. A complex emotion quietly grew in his heart.

"Interesting idea, brilliant conception, truly ingenious!"

As soon as the Iron Lord opened the report, his eyes were instantly captivated. This idea was truly amazing, so ingenious that it was awe-inspiring.

The report mentioned that the alien brain should be used to create biological wetware similar to a celestial computer, making it operate like a servitor.

Moreover, this biological wetware can even connect to the human brain to assist in processing various complex thoughts.

The report even included such bold words: "This technology will allow ordinary humans to rival the Primarch's thoughts and brains."

When the Lord of Steel saw this, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, laughing at his sisters being too naive.

In his opinion, if a mortal could be compared with the Primarch based solely on these, it would undoubtedly underestimate the Primarch's extraordinary qualities.

Apparently, his sister had not yet fully grasped the extent to which the Primarch was more powerful than any mortal.

Although Perturabo thought the idea was a bit naive, he was undeniably impressed by its creativity and foresight.

He continued reading, and the report detailed the steps to achieve this vision, the resources required, as well as the possible risks and response strategies.

Lareo had thought deeply about every aspect, with detailed data and rigorous logic, which made Perturabo realize that she did not just come up with this idea on a whim.

"She must have put a lot of effort into this plan," Perturabo muttered to himself, his admiration for Lario increasing a little.

But when it comes to the allocation of legion resources, he has to act with caution.

Once this research is launched, the manpower, material resources and time required will not be a small amount, and the results are full of uncertainty.

Can't stop halfway.

If the research is successful, it may really bring revolutionary changes to the empire and enhance its strength; but if it fails, it will not only waste a lot of precious resources, but may also cause a series of unforeseen problems.

Perturabo was caught in a dilemma. He paced back and forth in the room, repeatedly weighing the pros and cons.

"Perhaps I should discuss this plan with her in person," Perturabo paused and decided to himself.

He felt that only through in-depth communication with Lareo could he gain a more comprehensive understanding of the feasibility of this research idea and make more informed decisions.

So he called the messenger and ordered, "Go and ask Lady Lareo to come to my conference room and tell her I want to discuss this report with her."

The messenger quickly left after receiving the order, and Perturabo sat at the table, reviewing the report again, preparing for the upcoming discussion.

Lario was fast asleep in his room when he heard a knock on the door.

This woke the Primarch from her slumber, a warning her brain gave.

Similar to the instinct of living things.

Not long after, Lario came to the conference room under the guidance of the messenger.

She pushed the door open and saw Perturabo sitting at the end of a long table, concentrating on the report.

Perturabo looked up, his eyes meeting Lario's, and motioned for her to sit down.

"Your report really opened my eyes."

Perturabo was the first to break the silence. "This is a novel and unique idea. I can see you put a lot of effort into it."

Lario smiled slightly, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Thank you for your recognition. I've recently been thinking about how to utilize existing resources to create a more powerful force for the empire, and this idea is the result of my thinking."

Perturabo nodded slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "However, you are aware that this project requires enormous resources and carries unpredictable risks. Failure would be a significant loss to the Legion."

Lario's expression grew serious. "I understand the risks involved, so the report includes strategies for dealing with any potential problems. While I can't guarantee 100% success, I'm confident that with sufficient resources, the chances of success are high. Furthermore, if successful, the benefits will be immeasurable."

Perturabo pondered for a moment. "You mentioned using alien brains to create biological wetware. This involves many technical challenges. Are you confident you can overcome them? For example, how do we ensure the compatibility of alien brain tissue with the human brain, and how do we avoid the unknown dangers it may carry?"

Lareo was well prepared. She pulled out a stack of documents from her folder and said, "Please see, these are the results of my recent research on the alien brain tissue. I've discovered that while the alien brain structure is complex, it shares some exploitable commonalities. Through specific genetic modification and technological processing, the compatibility issue can theoretically be resolved. As for unknown dangers, I plan to establish multiple layers of protection and conduct strict isolation experiments in the early stages of research."

Perturabo took the information and read it carefully. The plan proposed by Lario was indeed feasible, but there were still many variables.

Although the Iron Lord was inclined to support it, he still needed to consider more before making a decision.

"These plans make sense, but they need further refinement. I'll arrange for relevant experts to discuss them with you. Once the plans are mature, we'll discuss resource allocation in detail."

A glimmer of joy flashed in Lareo's eyes.

The two of them had a more in-depth discussion on this, and sparks of thought kept colliding in the conference room.

What then occurred to Perturabo?