Forced to die just after becoming invincible in Warhammer?

Because this will gain more attention from the Primarchs than before.

Such a huge change was caused by just one thought of the Primarch.

It is not difficult to see from this that the Primarch has a profound influence on the Legion. Just by relying on his personal preferences and pursuits, he can cause the direction of the entire Legion's struggle to undergo earth-shaking changes.

This transformation subtly reshapes the daily lives of the Iron Warriors.

On the training grounds today, soldiers no longer just repeatedly practice traditional large-scale fire suppression tactics, but spend more time studying how to accurately and quickly remove alien heads in close combat.

They now exchange experiences of fighting different aliens and analyze the weaknesses of each race, just to complete the task more efficiently the next time they hunt.

In the cabin of the Iron Blood, the topic of alien heads can be heard everywhere.

The warriors would sit together and excitedly tell about their thrilling hunting experiences and share the excitement of the moment they successfully obtained the alien head.

Each alien head is like a certificate of their achievements, bearing witness to their efforts and struggles under the Primarch's new goals.

For the Iron Warriors commanders, their tactical formulation also underwent major changes.

The strategy that previously focused on long-range heavy firepower strikes and coordinated advancement of the legion now incorporates more close combat raids and special operations elements tailored to the characteristics of the aliens.

They began to frequently observe and study the aliens, and adjusted their combat plans based on the aliens' physiological structure and behavioral patterns to improve their hunting efficiency.

This change, caused by the Primarch's momentary thought, spread like ripples throughout the Iron Warriors Legion, not only reshaping the soldiers' fighting pursuits, but also quietly rewriting the combat culture and development trajectory of the entire Legion.

The same is true of Dantioch.

After ending the brutal strangulation of the Dark Eldar, he changed his daily routine and devoted more of his free time to the arena.

The chainsaw sword in his hand spun rapidly, making a deafening roar, and the sound seemed to announce his fighting spirit to the entire arena.

The battle brothers on the opposite side were also on high alert, their eyes fixed on Dantioch, their muscles tensed, ready for the upcoming fierce confrontation.

The power axe in his hand flashed with a cold light, and under the illumination of the arena, it reflected the bloody and scarlet blade.

At this moment, the arena has become more popular because of the participation of the celebrity Dantioch.

The surrounding Iron Warriors gathered around, expecting this excellent commander to put on an excellent showdown.

"That's it."

The other party nodded in agreement.

Dantioch took the lead and rushed towards his opponent like a black lightning, holding a spinning chainsword.

Wherever the chainsaw sword passed, the air was cut and buzzed.

The battle brother on the opposite side was not afraid at all. He calmly raised the power axe and cleverly moved sideways to avoid Dantioch's fierce attack.

Then, he swung the power axe, and a cold light swept towards Dantioch's waist, and the attack was equally swift.

Dantioch sensed the attack from below and quickly leaped back, his body briefly suspended in the air, perfectly avoiding the fatal axe.

After landing, he launched a counterattack without any pause.

Holding the chainsaw sword tightly with both hands, he chopped at the opponent at a tricky angle, aiming directly at the opponent's shoulder.

The battle brothers quickly raised their power axes to block the attack. With a "click", the chainsaw sword and the power axe collided, splashing a dazzling spark.

The huge impact force made both men's arms slightly numb, but they did not retreat. Instead, an even more intense desire to fight ignited in their eyes.

The shouts of the surrounding Iron Warriors grew louder and louder. They were deeply attracted by this wonderful battle and continued to cheer for the two.

"Dantioch, kill him!"

"Hold on, don't let up!"

Various shouts came one after another.

After several confrontations in microseconds.

With a sharp friction sound of "crunch", the powerful cutting force of the chainsaw sword successfully bit into the axe handle.

The battle brother's face changed slightly and he tried to pull back the power axe, but Dantioch would not give him the chance. He held the chainsaw sword tightly and pushed forward at the same time.

The fighting brothers lost their footing and were forced to retreat again and again by this force.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dantioch quickly followed up and kicked his opponent in the chest.

The battle-brother stumbled back a few steps and finally fell to one knee. Dantioch did not pursue the victory, but stopped, sheathed his sword and stood.

……

"The thinking of advanced intelligent life is inevitably driven by desires and emotions.

Once desires and emotions arise, thinking follows. It can be said that thinking is born together with wisdom. It is impossible to create a life with only wisdom but no thinking.

However, how to create a highly intelligent brain that can remain free of thought and desire for extended periods, yet still maintain high-intensity thinking and functioning, and generate novel inspirations, remains a thorny problem.

Perturabo looked at the sister in front of him with gentle eyes, listening quietly to her talk. He really enjoyed this kind of communication.

"Where's the AI?" Perturabo asked.

"But AI is essentially a machine and cannot truly operate independently," Lareau countered. "From the moment it was created, AI has various limitations, whether it's limited thinking or behavior. This is necessary, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

"What about biological aspects?" asked the Lord of Iron.

"Well, actually, in the beginning, when I was still young, I thought that all aliens outside of Holy Terra belonged to the category of living things. At that time, I didn't think there was such a thing as silicon-based life, nor could I imagine that there would be life with strange forms, such as a body made of stone." Lario said slowly.

"Why do you have such an idea?" Perturabo asked curiously.

"Because at that time I only knew about humans, and my knowledge was limited to humans, so my vision and cognition limited me."

Perturabo nodded slightly, expressing his understanding of Lario's frankness. "You said this half-jokingly!" "As knowledge grows, perceptions always change. So, how did our Primarch break through this limited understanding?"

Lareo sighed softly and continued, "Later, when I actually came into contact with those alien races, I saw the existence of silicon-based life. Their structure is completely different from that of humans, but they also have unique ways of survival and wisdom.

There are also creatures of various forms, some of which feed on energy, and some whose body structures resemble a fusion of mechanical and biological entities."

She paused slightly, her eyes filled with emotion, "These discoveries have made me realize that the forms of life in this galaxy are also very strange.

This also makes me feel more and more that in our pursuit of research on highly intelligent brains, we cannot be limited to the existing cognitive framework of human beings.

Perhaps, from the brain structure and thinking patterns of these alien life forms, we can find new ideas to solve difficult problems."

Perturabo fell into deep thought, and after a moment he said, “Foolish people have always been obsessed with human thinking and life patterns, but have ignored these rich samples in the universe.

Those alien brains could provide a key breakthrough in our quest to create highly intelligent yet emotional brains.”

A hint of excitement flashed in Lario's eyes. "That's right! Just like the Dark Eldar, they possess highly developed psychic talents. Although accompanied by distorted emotions, certain special structures in their brains can inspire us and help us separate the connection between emotion and wisdom, achieving high-intensity thinking while avoiding the interference of emotions and desires."

"For example, the use of subspace psychic powers at the racial level seems to be a unique psychic talent prepared specifically for those individuals or races with rich and abundant emotions."

Lareo continued,

"People like you and me have a much richer range of emotions than even the Astartes or even most other beings.

This richness of emotion may be intrinsically linked to the use of subspace psychic energy."

She frowned slightly, fell into a brief moment of thought, and then said, "The Astartes have undergone genetic modification, and their emotions are relatively simple and they focus on combat. In terms of the use of warp psychic energy, they may not be as advantageous as individuals like us who have complex emotions.

Does this mean that complex and abundant emotions are the key to unlocking certain special psychic talents?

If we can unravel this mystery, it may be of unexpected help to our research on highly intelligent brains and our goal of achieving emotionless yet efficient thinking."

Perturabo stroked his chin. "That makes sense, but it might not be absolute. After all, this is just a discussion, not any actual evidence."

"Let's discuss these things later. It's time to go and see how the collection of alien heads is going." Lario suggested.

Perturabo nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, the two of them walked together towards the area on the Iron Blood where the alien heads were stored.

After arriving at the destination, the scene before us was shocking.

Countless nutrient tanks are neatly arranged, each filled with densely packed, variously shaped alien heads.

These heads have different shapes, and each one seems to carry the mystery and unknown of a different alien race.

Perturabo and Lario slowly approached the nutrient tanks and carefully examined the alien heads inside.

Under the light, the nutrient solution ripples slightly, reflecting these strange biological specimens.

"Look at this," Perturabo pointed to a Dark Eldar skull in one of the jars. "Its skull structure is vastly different from that of a human, yet it bears the hallmarks of highly developed psychic powers. Perhaps the structure of its brain will reveal some of the secrets of psychic powers and thought."

Lareo leaned in to observe, frowning slightly. "The Dark Eldar's use of psychic energy is connected to their emotions."

They walked along the aisle where the nutrient tanks were placed, constantly exchanging their views on these alien heads.

"These samples come from different alien races, and each race has its own unique characteristics," Lareo said. "We have to analyze it from all angles, from skull shape, brain volume to nerve distribution. Any detail may be the key."

Perturabo agrees: "That's right, and it's not just about anatomical studies. We also need to understand how these species behave and think in their natural environment. This is crucial to understanding how their brains work."

The Forge General of Inkarati came to the side of the Iron Lord. He had been waiting here respectfully for a long time, and finally waited for Perturabo's arrival.

"Sir, I wonder when we will begin connecting these alien heads and making subsequent plans?"

The general of Inkarati was really worried, fearing that the Lord of Iron would avoid them, the Casting Generals, when performing the critical connection operation.

After all, for him, being excluded from this crucial process would be much more serious than losing in binary quarrels with other casting generals, or in academic discussions and exchanges.

Perturabo shifted his gaze from the alien skull to General Zhu Daoshi. His expression was calm yet carried an undeniable authority. "What's the rush? The preliminary analysis isn't complete yet. Acting rashly without sufficient data will only lead to failure."

Incarati's Casting General bowed his head slightly and smiled apologetically, "Sir, I understand your considerations. This project is of great significance, and we are eager to help you alleviate your worries and advance the plan as quickly as possible. Furthermore, Incarati has already provided you with hundreds of millions of alien heads."

Lareo spoke from the side, "This research cannot afford to be sloppy. Every step requires caution. Once our technicians complete their comprehensive analysis, we will immediately formulate a detailed plan. Your assistance, Forge World, will be indispensable at that time."

Inkarati's general nodded quickly but cursed inwardly.

"Yes, Lord Lareo is absolutely right. We at Forge World will certainly cooperate fully, but we simply hope to be involved throughout the entire process. After all, this involves many sophisticated technical steps, and we have accumulated a lot of relevant experience."

Perturabo thought for a moment and then said, "Alright, I'll gather you for a discussion once the analysis is complete. But before that, you, the Forge World, must make the necessary preparations to ensure that all resources and technical expertise are in place quickly once the plan is launched."

The Casting General of Inkarati was delighted and said respectfully, "Don't worry, sir. We are well prepared and ready to serve you at any time."

Perturabo waved his hand, signaling the Inkarati's Casting General to withdraw.

After he left, Perturabo turned to Lario and said, "Though these Casting Generals are a little impatient, their technical prowess is indeed crucial to the plan."

Lario nodded. "Yes, but during the cooperation process, we must also control the rhythm and key links to ensure that the plan develops in the direction we expect."

Chapter 363: The Awkwardness and Misconceptions of the Lord of the 500 Worlds

That day, Guilliman received news from spies on the Iron Blood.

He has always been like this. Even when he was in Holy Terra, he was always concerned about his brothers and sisters, so he arranged spies to investigate everywhere.

Why all this trouble?

The reason was that most of the letters he had sent to his many relatives had fallen into oblivion and received no response, with only a few people writing back to him.

Rog Dorn's reply to him was written in an extremely stiff style. The words between the lines were as cold and rigid as stone. Even if one was just reading the text, one could feel the stiffness that kept people at a distance.

Vulcan's reply was completely different. His attitude was very kind, and like Clarks', his words were full of warmth and kindness.

Aurora would share some of her daily trivialities with Guilliman in the letter, allowing him to feel the little fun of life, which made him feel very close and like a family.

Huile's reply was unique. He would have an in-depth discussion with Guilliman about the thirst for knowledge and curiosity of the human heart.

Guilliman would often take out the letters Huile wrote to him and read them over and over again, especially the ones that explored his thirst for knowledge and curiosity.

The letter reads: "Deep within the human mind, the desire for knowledge and curiosity, like radiant flames, are deeply rooted in the vast soil of the soul. They are by no means ordinary desires, but the deep inner power that drives humanity forward."

Just like our ancient ancestors, gazing at the stars under the night sky, the curiosity in their hearts about the vast universe was like a prairie fire, unstoppable.

Such a spark of fire gave courage to past humans, allowing them to step into the unknown foggy forest, fearless of thorns and dangerous paths, and also allowed us today to take a step further on the ladder of civilization.

The desire for knowledge is like a magic key that opens one door of knowledge after another, leading us through the corridor of wisdom from ancient times to the present, both at home and abroad; curiosity is like agile wings that helps us fly freely in the sky of exploration and constantly break through the shackles and limitations of thinking.

Together, they provide a constant and irrefutable source of powerful reasons for humanity's journey of exploration.

Every inquiry into the unknown, every exploration of mysteries, driven by the thirst for knowledge and curiosity, becomes a solid step in the progress of human civilization, paving a bright road to infinite possibilities."

At the end of the envelope, Huile asked Guilliman whether he had the same strong desire for knowledge and curiosity as her.

Guilliman stared at the letter. The rationality and science displayed between the lines made him fall into deep thought.

Guilliman held the letter in his hand and fell into deep thought for a long time.

Aurora's letter had been replied long ago, but Hui Le had not replied to her yet.

In this vast and dangerous universe, this driving force from deep within is indispensable for human beings to survive and grow.

The Primarch was born with a mission to lead a vast empire. He not only had to deal with many external threats such as aliens and chaos, but also had to lead mankind steadily forward on the path of knowledge and civilization.

He needs to suppress his thirst for knowledge and curiosity, and does not have the time to understand and release them.

Guilliman sat at the table, spread out the letter, and prepared to write back to Huile. He wrote: "Huile, your letter is like a revelation, giving me a deeper understanding of my thirst for knowledge and curiosity.