Olympia.

A thriving and rich garden world under the command of the Human Empire, it was once plunged into darkness like many human worlds in the galaxy, until the Lord of Humanity added it to the empire's territory in a dazzling light.

Today, the flames of war and strife are behind decades ago, leaving Olympia with nothing but peace and tranquility.

As for the cause of this peace, it comes from one of the twenty-one great sons of the Lord of mankind.

The conqueror of Olympia, the Lord of Iron, the genetic prototype of the Iron Warrior - Perturabo.

“… Another war. ”

Perturabo muttered, the data panel presented in front of the majestic genetic prototype was always flowing like a starry amount of data, and the infinite computing power was constantly being calculated in his well-developed brain.

The most conspicuous of these is the Scarlet Text from Terra.

[Coordinates: Gorgotan Star Zone, Foundry World Salem]

[Requirements: Apply for Iron Warrior support.] 】

[Goal: Participate in the suppression of the participating forces in the sector, and assist the 'Children of the Mountains' in the construction of an outpost.] 】

Something unexpected happened.

Perturabo did not find any information in the order regarding the siege or the rigors of the battle.

Instead, there is a variety of information about the construction and garrison, countless information and data compiled by Elaine herself, and even various outpost models and defense strategies are presented to the Iron Lord.

Reading these beautiful and rigorous data, some doubts began to permeate his heart.

War Dogs, Children of the Mountains, Elaine... Many key words flashed in Perturabo's pupils, and his steely and indifferent gaze became more and more confused.

He remembered the newly returned Primordial sister.

The original genogen of the war dog, Elaine. She comes from a once-martial world of red sand, and was revered as a saint after conquering the local indigenous nobility. When she first returned, she changed the name of the former Twelfth Legion from War Hounds to Children of the Mountains.

At the same time, a company of Iron Warriors, based in the 13th Expeditionary Fleet, was involved in the construction of her home planet.

Perturabo's brain was constantly flowing with data, and the more he read the new sister's information, the more confused the Iron Lord became.

- Why did Terra give such an order to the Iron Warriors?

As a genogen given the title of "Iron Lord" by the Emperor, Perturabo is well aware of the rigors of his duties in the Great Expedition, and he often takes on the initiative to take on brutal battles from Terra.

Therefore, in almost every difficult battle, there is the shadow of the Iron Warrior, and these walking steels are the symbol of Perturabo's will. Although his descendants are constantly being consumed in the brutal battles, the tenacity of the Iron Warriors is the most powerful in the Empire.

So, Peturabo didn't quite understand.

Why did Terra send him to a sector that he had almost conquered?

The Iron Lord silently began to search for answers in the data, and countless sophisticated information and battle reports covering the entire battle of [Salem] flowed into his mind in an instant, and the vast sea of cold numbers were constantly combined into detailed information under binary translation, and constantly integrated and updated in the database through a series of keywords, and the consciousness of swimming in the sea of data slowly examined and presented in front of him, this almost flawless and cruel battle.

Like a pack of wolves, the enemy's living force is constantly gnawing, the enemy's panic level is raised to the limit in the months-long hunt, and the frontal battlefield completely cuts the enemy's chain of command with flawless fear tactics, and achieves the most efficient use of the fleet's void shield through incomprehensible and efficient command, even the sudden large-scale reinforcements are also planned, the perfect combination of large-scale artillery bombardment and precise fire control is almost impossible, and there is even a final plan to decapitate the enemy's flagship.

- Artwork.

For some reason, the word was born in Perturabo's heart.

Perturabo is well aware of the artistic value of this perfect battle. Precise logic links each link, and the various plans that have been prepared are perfect, exerting a cycle of fear on the enemy under elegant and steady orders.

The endless intricacies of the arrangement are almost perfectly in line with Perturabo's concept of war, and although the time spent on the Great Expedition is often not enough to support his conception of war, many of the ideas of war that the Lord of Steel has on his mind are much more macro.

But, the undeniable fact is... It was the most perfect battle he had ever seen.

There is no complete lack of the big picture like the Space Wolf, nor is there a brutal raiding strategy like White Scar, nor is there a complex and chaotic chain of command like the Ultramarine.

It was as if he had seen himself in this war—as if the genogen commanding the distant maelstrom was none other than himself.

Yes, if he had arrived in person, there would have been no doubt that he and the Iron Warriors would have been able to achieve exactly the same perfect result.

It's just that there are too many difficult tasks in the Great Expedition. As the Iron Lord who had to take on the heavy responsibility, Perturabo had to put aside his vision of the art of war for a while, and he had never had the leisure time to fight such a war in the midst of a great expedition where efficiency and time were of the essence.

Thinking of this, Peturabo couldn't help but feel a little angry at the original sister who had never met before.

If she also possessed the same abilities and tenacity as herself, then engaging in such a delicate war in the Great Expedition would be a waste of this talent.

So... The doubts in Peturabo's heart were naturally solved.

Yes, it must have been my father who wanted to teach this sister who was not yet familiar with the importance of the efficiency of the Great Expedition.

After all, how could a genoplasm like himself who could conquer large territories for the empire waste time and energy on this kind of war.

Although Perturabo had never had a good relationship with the Primordial brothers, he had searched each of them in detail, and he knew about Elaine's over-doting of his offspring, as well as the advanced medical knowledge that was gradually spreading throughout the Empire.

The Lord of Steel thought of his sister slightly. Beneath his steely exterior lies a subtlety that no one else has ever explored.

"Sure enough... Women are all the same. ”

Now, it looks like he's going to have an extra sister.

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