Talasha Yutun put down a stack of papers and rubbed her sore wrists.

Working at a desk for a long time is not a good thing for an old man, not even a part of life experience, but fortunately she is used to battling her arthritis, just as she is used to tilting her head and talking to Astarte and the genotype.

Interestingly, Robert Killeman was already taller than an adult in the first years of his formative years, so her habit of looking up at dialogue began to develop at that time, just as her arthritis did.

This damn chronic illness hurts when it's raining, and it hurts even after long hours at the desk, and it's hard for her to even sleep in a soft bed

She picked up her cane and struggled to her feet. Just this movement made her waist and knees protest in unison, and the well-swelling pain and weakness made her really sad - will I be in a wheelchair in a few years?

She steadfastly pushed the question away.

She began to walk, striding straight towards a tactical table surrounded by papers. The two Iron Warriors noticed her, but none tried to stop her. One of them even shouted ahead of time to clear a way for her.

"Thank you, Lord Frix." As he passed, Yutun thanked him politely, who nodded slightly unnaturally.

As footsteps approached, Perturabo finally looked up from behind the long table to look at her. Three days of sleepless work was certainly nothing to a primordial, and judging by his expression alone, he was not tired.

"What's the matter?" He asked, staring at Youton.

"I'm here to ask questions, Master Perturabo."

"If you have something to do, just say it, don't keep wasting our time with honorific titles and this roundabout greeting." Perturabo frowned, two heavy sheets of paper hanging comically from his shoulder armor.

They all bear the Mark of the Ultramarines in the upper right corner by Robert Killiman himself - it may seem absurd, but these two documents are actually legally valid.

They are a plan set up by Robert Killeman for a possible emergency and can give certain people the same power as him at certain moments.

Of course, the Lord of Steel could have left them on his right shoulder armor, but who would dare to ask him why he did so?

"Is it really necessary to be so radical in the transformation of Hera's Crown?" Hearing his words, Yutun simply went straight to the topic. Her brow furrowed no less than Perturabo's.

"It's already a heavily guarded fortress, and I don't see the need for such a drastic makeover."

"You can't see it, it's because you haven't seen Horus with your own eyes." Perturabo bowed his head and issued several orders to the Iron Warriors he had deployed outside the city.

His fingers slid and clicked on the holographic projection, constantly switching between the viewing angles of the construction drawings at a dizzying speed. Yutun could hardly even make out his expression through the changing light curtain.

"I know he's betrayed." She said, feeling a deep hatred for the word.

"No, more than that." Perturabo stared intently at the holographic projection in front of him, and after a moment answered Yudon's words.

"What he does is not simply betrayal, and as a rule, the rebel is just seeking power. And he is different, as soon as you see him, you will understand that what he wants is no longer power. Moreover, the war he has set off in the galaxy must not be summed up in the word betrayal alone. ”

He paused, and finally waved his finger and sank the holographic projection.

"It's a rebellion." He told Youton. "The number of his warships, his brazenness, and the proponents of his accomplices all reveal one thing. That is, Horus Lupecar rebelled against the Empire with many others. ”

"This means that there are already countless planets outside of us that are on fire." Perturabo declared mercilessly. "That means the war has befallen all over the galaxy, and in fact, given how ignorant most people are about it, I'd prefer to describe what he's done as a scourge."

Yudun's body shook, and for a moment she could not bear the horror thrown by Perturabo.

"So we have to be prepared." Ignoring her nervousness, Perturabo continued to speak to himself. "It's not just the Hera's Crown that I'm going to make, I'm going to make a difference."

"For example, the debriefing time of your orbital weapons outpost, every ten minutes is too lazy, and I want to keep the servos busy. Starting today, their debriefing time will be reduced to two minutes at a time. ”

"Doing so would dramatically increase the amount of data that is redundant, but it doesn't matter because I'm going to have more Ponderor arrays to be deployed inside each ground weapon platform, which will effectively reduce the distance required for signal transmission."

"And then there's the monuments that you Maculags are proud of—" He paused for a moment, leaving Yuton time to digest, and was pleased to see the change in her expression.

He wouldn't admit it, but he did have some pleasure right now. He will attribute his current emotions to the fact that his built nature will come in handy again, in short, he will not admit the real reason.

What are you going to do with them? For the throne's sake, they're just some masonry and mud. The housekeeper tried to resist, but asked helplessly.

"Do nothing, because like you said, they're just some masonry and mud." Peturabo said. "These things don't even have the value of being reinforced as bunkers, but I'm going to issue a recruitment order to your society."

Yudon sighed and began to prepare to remember what he was going to say next.

"Artists, historians, architects, craftsmen and a large number of experienced workers are recruited. I need them to make changes to these places of interest so that they look ancient and can be used as some kind of modern architecture. But you don't have to go too deep, you just need to look good on the outside. ”

Sorry, I may have a hearing problem. What do you say you're going to do? ”

"Then, I'll plant bombs inside them." Perturabo said to himself.

"You're crazy." Yudon was silent for a while, and slammed his cane on the ground, starting her fifth argument of the day with Perturabo. The voice is fierce, and there is no retreat.

Frix let out a long sigh and pulled him to the other side. They walked around the back of the two pillars and exchanged their frustration with the two Ultramarines who were responsible for Yudun's personal safety.

Truth be told, they don't know how many more times this will happen.

"I don't see the need to waste so much manpower and material resources on the eve of war to plant bombs! If you just need some bait, why not use one of those ready-made buildings?! ”

"Nope." The Lord of Steel patiently retorted, and even walked out of the long table. "The project I did was based on my knowledge of the Whisperers, who used to be like that, especially when it came to raiding local landmarks."

"So what? They have now degenerated into animals! Yudun said in a loud voice, almost like a roar.

"Listen to me. They usually do this after the peace talks broke down, and I understand that peace talks have probably become a tradition for them now. Let's assume a scenario, though. ”

He looked at Yudon and did not speak again until the latter had calmed down. Frix retracted his gaze behind the pillars and shook his head at one of the victorious soldiers, "I've never seen him so patient. ”

The victorious soldier patted him sympathetically on the shoulder, and replied in a low voice, "We have never seen Lady Eudon roar like this. ”

"What's the scenario?" The housekeeper asked, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Faced with her question, Peturabo did not immediately get to the point, but first opened his mouth to warn Yutun.

"You'd better calm down, I don't want to see you in the hospital, we're going to lose at least twenty-one percent of our productivity because of your absence. A little responsible, Robert Kiliman's housekeeper. ”

"In conclusion, let's assume that they managed to paralyze the orbital weapon defense platform, the ground weapon launch platform, and the starport before the start of the war, and then somehow pulled the group of warships patrolling back and forth, and successfully dropped the airborne silo or something into the atmosphere of Maculag."

"Do you think this group of traitors will continue their bloody tradition of the past and launch a raid on the landmark of Makulag in this case?"

"Let me add two provises, and I'm sure you haven't forgotten what Robert Killriman did to the City of Perfection for the Speaker."

"Whatever the reason, your Lord has brought his legion to destroy the 'perfect city' that the Whisperers have painstakingly run for years, so do you think they will let go of such a 'perfect' chance to get revenge back?"

"But how could they possibly do it?" Yutun asked incredulously. "Unless it's a miracle, how can they do what you say? With all due respect, my lord, your words sound like-"

"—the madman's nonsense?"

Perturabo spat out the words absently, nodded calmly, and returned to the back of the long table.

"Yes, unless a sign comes. And behind them there happened to be gods, false gods, evil gods, evil gods - I don't care, it's all gods. He said lightly. And that's the second condition. ”

"First, they will do whatever it takes to get revenge and make you miserable. Second, behind them stood the evil gods. The Lord of Steel said.

The update is complete, and there will be a chapter today, slowly, and tomorrow will be more than 10,000.

By the way, there should be quite a few readers who have noticed the problem of the number of chapters.

Yes, it was my pig nose that thought 90 was followed by 100. This must be the influence of Tzeentch, and changing the chapter name requires an editor, which is very troublesome, and I propose that we treat it as if nothing happened ()

(End of chapter)