Over the course of several months, Perturabo could clearly feel his sister's unprecedented enthusiasm for the Great Expedition.

Since Elaine returned from the trivia of Salem, she has been immersed in the configuration and adjustment of the Twelfth Legion.

Through the analysis of thousands of behavioral data, even Peturabo can detect that she has not been in a good mood lately.

As the leader of the Iron Warriors, the Iron Lord knows what is happening on Salem—but Perturabo doesn't care about the demise of a group of heirs. Rather, it is the evil creations that defile reason and originate from filthy sorcerers.

A notatively rational genomorph, Perturabo was a staunch believer in the truth of the Empire, never intending to understand or analyze the nature of those filthy creations, but to carry out his father's great will: to eradicate all filthy aliens with a razor-sharp blade.

It was clear that Perturabo could see Elaine's abhorrence of the evil aliens.

Another magnificent war is about to begin.

Although she doesn't seem to be too active about her brother's 'teachings', the Iron Lord still proudly instills in her the knowledge and knowledge of war so that she can better prepare for the conquest of the Great Expedition.

Needless to say, Perturabo wasn't aware of any of Elaine's potential unhappiness, and the delicate sister was pleased with whatever qualities the Iron Warriors showed during their brief year-long stint in the Gorgotan Zone.

Whether it's her slightly inferior to herself, but also full of powerful talent and brain-computer computing power.

Or her extremely superior tactical literacy, with an obvious style of learning from the wolf god.

Although Perturabo could hardly comprehend Elaine's need for low battle damage... But in the face of the two genetic agents, the topic of daily bickering is nothing more than a maverick idea of each other—despite Perturabo's almost identical attitude to Elaine at first, the Iron Lord has indeed succeeded in suppressing his anger in the face of his sister's submissiveness and thirst for knowledge.

But... During this nearly one-year Terra year, the siblings would be locked in a fierce confrontation on a daily basis.

Yes, they are still arguing about the topic: there are different ideas about the difference between war damage and logistics.

The arrogant and lonely Iron Lord never cared about the casualties of his heirs, for him, the computing power of every battle was extremely abundant and incomparably rich, and with the abundant logistics and military resources brought by the many rich worlds he conquered, the extraordinary warriors named Astarte would only be a resource to be consumed like cannonballs in the eyes of Perturabo.

There may be some of the more durable weapons among them, but that's about it.

In front of the leaders of the Fourth Army, everything was less important than victory.

The gentle Lord of the Red Sands is the exact opposite of her brother's philosophy, believing that only better battle damage needs can she devote more computing power to the endless unknown calculus, and in her cursed knowledge that can be glimpsed nearly 10,000 years later, no amount of resource reserves will be burned in the endless turmoil, and no amount of plan reserves will be insignificant in the face of the infinite flux of fate.

Even if only one in a thousand plans can play a key role at a critical time, then her consumption and exhaustion are not worth mentioning.

The mother of the Twelfth Legion always loved her troops, and even the smallest scout could regain the cornerstone of victory for herself in her eyes.

In this regard, she truly loves soldiers like children.

Both sides are incomprehensible to the other's overly radical ideas, but both are still able to recognize the valuable virtues of each other's qualities.

When exchanging experiences and perspectives, Perturabo and Elaine understood each other as if they were true twins.

As a result, the vocabulary and rhetoric of their heated debates are always changing, and ideas and ideas collide almost everywhere, and Elaine is always present in this withdrawn brother, drawing on his vast experience of expeditions to hundreds of worlds.

Even as proud as Perturabo, he has learned a lot from communicating with his empathetic sister, especially about Elaine's rich logical nesting and even the art of commanding on the microscopic battlefield.

Merely... The Lord of Steel had never asked for any of this knowledge, in fact, he had learned it in secret during his exchanges and arguments with the other party.

After all, as a steady brother, he would never expose such a humiliating thing to his sister who was still studying with him.

In Perturabo's eyes, his relationship with Elaine was a rivalry that had never been seen before in the primordial form, and since their talents were so similar, even the conflict of ideas with his sister was never uncomfortable.

As for Dorne?

Perturabo never recognized the slightest resemblance to his brother in his eyes, and his pursuit of the art of war was only matched by Manus and Horus.

Even Magnus has a common thread with himself.

Now, Elaine is one of the few original blood relatives he knows well.

He also inherits the blood of the noble human lord with himself.

With the same heavy responsibilities as yourself.

He even thought that with such diligence in his teaching, this sister, who had similar qualities to himself, would be as successful as he was in the Fourth Legion in the Great Expedition.

Clearly, Perturabo also discovered Elaine's unique gift: he was able to clearly perceive any violent and negative emotions that would evaporate out of thin air during the time they spent with her, which was the real reason why they did not become angry despite the countless arguments they had experienced.

Even the tridents of the Iron Warriors are amazed at how violent their genetic father is diminishing... However, if any bad news reaches Perturabo's ears, they will have to seal another battle brother inside the Dreadnought.

The steely genomorph had thought of countless answers to the younger sister's inheritance from her father—because the compassion and delicacy shown by Elaine's unmatched genetics would most likely come from the unique talent that his father had gifted Elaine.

As a result, Peturabo gave up trying to instruct her sister further when she had been arguing with her until the eighth standard month of Terra.

The nascent Twelfth Legion's logistical sophistication has always been in the eyes of the Iron Lord.

Although still obsessed with instilling Elaine with the 'teachings' of his brother, Perturabo has calmed down a bit.

- If you ignore the roar that often echoes in the command room, the current Iron Lord is indeed a worthy brother.

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