Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"I'm surprised they've managed to stick together, honestly," the Traveler said, somewhat intriguingly. After all, anyone who'd read the background knew that the rivalry and hatred between Perturabo and Dorn had reached a level 2 level. It could be argued that Perturabo joined the Rebellion largely because Dorn sided with the Emperor. It could even be argued that Perturabo's lifelong pursuit was to defeat Dorn. And yet, after Dorn's disappearance, Perturabo quietly remained within the Eye of Terror...

"It's indeed a bit unexpected, but it's also logical," the Emperor said, also somewhat amused. After the Traveler devoted some of his energy to observing the long river of fate, he finally understood the reason.

After the corruption of one of the Legions, the Imperial Legions were required to work together during the Randal Wars, meaning at least two Legions were required to act together. Thus, after the execution of the traitorous Primarch and Legion, the Dark Angels and the newly arrived Salamanders joined forces, followed by the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists. I'll leave the former aside; Jonson was a knight, and Vulkan was a more honest man; the two buddies worked well together.

Then, the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists also worked well together... The reason was simple, and quite comical: facing immense pressure, they couldn't help but cooperate. The Imperial Fists weren't yet the foremost Imperial Fists of the late Great Crusade. While they were the Emperor's Guard, in terms of numbers of officers and equipment, excluding the Mountain Formation, they were still relatively average among the current armies.

As for the Iron Warriors, despite having numerous ships and numerous men, they were still somewhat isolated and powerless. Even powerful figures like Jonson and Ferrus had already gathered a number of men on the battlefield of Randan. What about Perturabo? And honestly, the Imperial Fists' Mountain Phalanx mobile fortress was truly impressive: a powerful weapon for holding the line and a base for rest and recuperation. So, when they couldn't find a partner, the two of them just dragged themselves through. After a period of adjustment, the warriors of the two legions discovered that the Iron Hands' offensive capabilities and the Imperial Fists' defensive capabilities complemented each other well, providing both offensive and defensive capabilities. The Imperial Fists lacked sufficient equipment, while the Iron Warriors possessed a vast production capacity, allowing them to cooperate in supply.

Perturabo, on the other hand, didn't clash with Dorn. He truly enjoyed research. Though a fierce fighter, with the Radiant Lord by his side, Perturabo immersed himself in R&D and manufacturing. Incidents of slacking off at work were common. However, there was nothing wrong with the Primarch conducting research to improve the Legion's combat effectiveness. Therefore, many coordination and combat tasks were delegated to the Radiant Lord, and the Radiant Lord and Dorn worked together fairly well.

After spending some time together, while Dorn remained wary of the Lord of Radiance, their cooperation was smooth. Dorn's foul mouth also improved significantly in the face of this veteran. The reason? It's also somewhat amusing: the Lord of Radiance's verbal attacks rival his own combat prowess and skills. As someone who could silence the Custodians, Dorn couldn't gain an advantage against him. And more importantly, even if the two sides came to blows, Dorn wouldn't be able to defeat the Lord of Radiance... This is truly embarrassing.

However, objectively speaking, the two legions are still relatively weak after joining forces. After all, if you compare them with Ferrus, you will understand that Ferrus's Iron Hands Legion was formerly known as the Iron Ten, and it was a first-class legion before the Primarch returned. Not to mention the Ultramarines. You can say that Guilliman can't fight and the quality of the Ultramarines needs to be improved, but the growth rate of the Ultramarines' numbers is really high. Coupled with Ferrus's "Universal Corporation" and Guilliman's Ultramar, purely in terms of equipment and scale, Perturabo and Dorn are completely younger brothers.

So, after several fierce battles, Perturabo and Dorn felt they needed more companions. Ferrus and Guilliman were too far away to reach. So they turned to their former partner, Jonson. Meanwhile, the Dark Angels were also having a tough time.

Throughout the Randan Campaign, the Dark Angels played a pivotal role. They shouldered three War Moons alongside the Space Wolves during the Shana Campaign, then immediately plunged into the battle against the traitorous Primarch and his Legion. Afterward, they remained on the front lines of the Randan Campaign, holding their ground. Even with the First Legion's vast resources, they felt immense pressure. As for the Salamanders, well, they were renowned for their small size. While their forging and equipment were impressive, their numbers were significantly smaller. Their combat effectiveness was far inferior to that of Legions they had previously collaborated with, such as the Iron Hands and the Wolf Legion. Consequently, the situation was naturally quite simple. Under immense pressure, these four Legions essentially engaged in a two-pronged attack...

What surprised the travelers even more was that after the four legions united, there was surprisingly no question of leadership. Jonson, expressing his lack of talent, agreed to take the top job. Perturabo, second in strength, said he was busy with research and slacking off, and had no interest in the position. Dorn, self-aware, considered himself third in overall strength and unworthy of the leadership position. Vulkan, however, declared his willingness to obey and cooperate with whoever took the helm, and the matter was settled.

When the four legions work together, their combat effectiveness is truly explosive. In a recently concluded battle, Zhuang Sen and his comrades destroyed another war moon, successfully capturing an entire sector. After this round of battle, the four legions finally rested and are currently replenishing and carrying out minor combat missions in preparation for the next battle.

"Well, since you have a plan, then do as you wish. Also, give Perturabo some love," said the traveler.

"That's all, let's talk when we have time." The emperor said with a smile.

Chapter 294: Zhuang Sen and His Companions (7K)

"Huh, today's work is done." As the servant issued the last order he had drafted, the heavy and tiring work finally came to an end. Zhuangsen stood up, and Corswein beside him immediately followed. As the Lion King's butler, Corswein needed to respond to the Lion King's call at any time.

"How are my brothers doing now?" asked Jonson.

"Your brothers, Master Vulkan and Master Perturabo, are currently discussing some technical and forging issues. Since they began this exchange a week ago, in addition to handling necessary matters, they have been conducting technical exchanges. It's clear that their respective talents and interests in technology allow them to get along very well."

"Lord Dorn and the ancient AI are engaged in an arduous simulated battle. Many senior officers from the Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors Legions are participating, even His Excellency Adinis, the Emperor's attendant," said Corswain.

"Wait a minute, don't I remember that it was supposed to be a contest between Perturabo and Dorn?" Zhuangsen's face changed slightly. He remembered a small incident that happened two weeks ago when the brothers gathered again on the Phalanx.

Legionaries often "struggle to make friends through fistfights." Primarchs, on the other hand, sometimes engage in mock battles. It's both entertainment and a way to connect. This is especially true when one side isn't convinced of the other. Then, Perturabo and Dorn decided to compete in a "video game."

Each side employed their own Legion configurations and also had their own subordinates join the fray. In this confrontation, the Primarchs themselves remained on the field; they served as commanders, responsible for overall command. However, each battlefield and each action required the execution of their subordinates. In other words, victory depended not only on the Primarch's command, but also on the skill of his officers. This gameplay piqued everyone's interest; after all, fighting alongside one's own Primarch and defeating other Primarchs and their subordinates in simulated combat was a true honor.

Then, a pressing question arose: should the Lord of Radiance participate, and should his Extinction Relics participate...? While the average person might consider the Extinction Relics cold-blooded assassins and excellent bodyguards, in reality, these secondary AIs like the Lord of Radiance were also exceptional commanders, brilliant advisors, and skilled technicians. Within the Iron Legion, they also held command and advisory roles. The result was that excluding the Lord of Radiance would be a clear disrespect, but if he did, Dorne would be doomed... Meanwhile, Dorne inquired about the Emperor's attendants, Adinis, and the Imperial Guards accompanying the main army, if they were interested in participating. After all, Dorne couldn't deny the Lord of Radiance participation, so he could only consider increasing his own forces! The scene that followed made Jonson realize for the first time that he had misjudged him.

Perturabo didn't deny or agree to Dorn's request. After all, everyone knew what kind of person the Radiant Lord was. Perturabo politely asked the Radiant Lord if he accepted Dorn's approach. The Radiant Lord couldn't refuse at the time. After all, he was the elder, and it would be obvious that he was bullying the weak. So the Radiant Lord agreed.

Meanwhile, the Custodians and the Emperor's attendants were equally eager to fight. Having been repeatedly chastised by the Lord of Radiance, the Custodians were eager to return the favor. Adinis, the Emperor's attendant, was also intrigued by the abilities of this "veteran." The deal was settled, and everything seemed perfect. However, just as the decision was finalized, and after several hours of preparation, as everyone prepared to begin, a Trident reported to Perturabo that reinforcements had arrived from the planet Olympus, and that Perturabo needed to meet with their representatives.

Then, Jonson remembered Perturabo's profound smile as he looked at the Lord of Radiance. "Wartime, military matters take priority. I'll go take care of some things. Please help me with this game. Don't bring disgrace to the Legion!" Everyone was stunned by the words. The reason was so legitimate that the Lord of Radiance couldn't refuse. Thinking back to Perturabo's previous action of turning the "game difficulty" to the maximum, Jonson realized that this was his brother playing a gentle prank on a rebellious companion... Without a doubt, the Lord of Radiance had suffered a loss this time. A game of considerable difficulty was necessary.

The other side's reaction was also quite interesting. Dorn accepted the proposal and extended an invitation to the Lord of Radiance... This was something the Lord of Radiance couldn't refuse. For a moment, Jonson even wondered if his two brothers had conspired to set up this ancient AI! However, Dorn's subsequent reaction revealed a simple desire to test his skills against this "old veteran" and gain experience in dealing with future AIs. The same was true for Adinis and the Custodians.

Afterward, Perturabo spent a Terran day dealing with the reinforcements and returned to the training grounds, beaming. Clearly, he had ample reason not to participate in the exercises. He then enthusiastically reviewed every aspect of the exercise with his subordinates. Later, with the arrival of Vulkan, the Iron Warriors Primarch discussed technology with his brothers, rarely appearing on the training grounds.

"My brother Perturabo is not as strong as he claims to be." Zhuang Sen said with some interest.

"Perhaps it's because of the special way Lord Perturabo and that Excellency get along." Faced with the Primarch's question, Koswain didn't know how to answer, so he just dealt with it.

"Actually, their relationship is quite good. They are all excellent individuals, and they can cooperate and complement each other. At the same time, there is also some moderate competition, or some harmless jokes, which is good. At least in their spare time, life is not too boring." Zhuang Sen said after a moment of contemplation. Maybe Zhuang Sen is serious about his legion, but who can resist watching others have fun?

"Let's go and see how the communication between my brother Perturabo and Vulkan is going. I believe they should have produced some very good results." Zhuangsen said to his butler.

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"Although I'm not very interested in these small assault battleships, because they are too small and not powerful enough to smash the enemy into pieces in the battle line, I have to say that the Flame Forge you designed is indeed a masterpiece. It moves quickly, is maneuverable, reduces energy signatures, and is strong enough. This will be a very good special battleship." Perturabo said, looking at the data panel in front of him.

Perhaps the war with the Randan had given Perturabo a great boost, as he pursued a path of larger, stronger, and more powerful warships. He devoted all his ingenuity to the goal of building ever-more powerful capital ships. Perturabo paid little attention to certain issues, such as fast warships or specialized vessels. After all, fighting together, the other comrades could always help. The Dark Angels were exceptional in all endeavors. Dorn's fleet boasted a large number of fast warships, which compensated for their mobility issues. The scions of Vulkan were sturdy and extremely resilient, making them excellent line-holding units during the Planet Thousand assault.

"You have contributed to this as well. The energy field shielding device you designed can effectively reduce the radiation signals of the reactor and engine. The Apollo reactor you developed can output greater power in a smaller volume. Without these technologies, I would not have been able to develop an assault cruiser like the Forged of Flame. This is almost the best reactor of its class that I have ever seen. Obviously, Perturabo, you have unique insights in technology and design. In the future, all Forged of Flame battleships will be engraved with your contribution to this warship, and all of this will be remembered by the various legions and the empire." Vulkan said sincerely.

"These are just small things, my brother. It's my duty to help you and make our quest for the aliens smoother," Perturabo said modestly. But the slight smile on his face betrayed his joy. "Also, I need to clarify that the Apollo engine won't be the best. In the future, I will develop an even better second-generation engine."

"To express my gratitude to you, I have specially made something for you." As he said this, Vulkan placed a large power fist with a dragon's head portrait printed on it in front of Perturabo.

"This appears to be a power fist with a special flamethrower underneath?" Perturabo picked up the glove and examined it carefully, but his exceptional mechanical talent quickly disproved his assumption. "This isn't a flamethrower, it appears to be some kind of special cutting device."

"Yes, underneath the glove is a cutting device popular in the Dark Age of Technology." Vulkan nodded and then introduced the weapon to his brother: "My brother, you already have a war hammer as a weapon, but your left hand is free, so I prepared this for you. A powerful power glove."

"It's not just a combat weapon, it's also a casting device. You can control the cutting device in the glove with your thoughts to cut the parts or other things that need to be processed into the shape you want. The energy output intensity and the thickness of the cutting beam can be adjusted as you wish. In battle, it will be an iron fist, and when you are forging or manufacturing, it will be a handy tool. I call it the Hand of the Fire Dragon." Vulkan's black face was full of pride. Obviously, this glove was his masterpiece.

"This is truly a remarkable creation," Perturabo joyfully took up the gauntlet Vulkan had gifted him. The sigil of the Fire Dragon adorned the gauntlet, a vivid, pewter-gray hue that perfectly matched Perturabo's armor. The size and weight were perfectly suited. The gauntlet's lower section housed the primary cutting mechanism, while the fingers housed three auxiliary cutting mechanisms, allowing Perturabo to simultaneously process multiple sides of an object if he so desired. The ingenious design captivated Perturabo. Faced with these exquisitely crafted weapons and tools, even Perturabo had to admit that while he was a bit more skilled in mechanical design than the Fire Dragon Lord, in forging, only Ferrus could rival Vulkan among the Primarchs. "For a scientist and designer, there's no better gift than this. Thank you, my brother," Perturabo accepted the gift with immense satisfaction.

"The battle between Dorn and your deputy seems to be still going on, and according to the leaked information, both sides seem to be very persistent." Vulkan said, changing the subject.

"Yes, their battle is still going on, and it will continue for a very long time. My descendants told me that this offensive and defensive battle may last until the heat death of the universe." Perturabo laughed after hearing this.

"Wouldn't this be a bad thing?" From Vulkan's perspective, this electronic simulation was just a pastime at first, but now, it seemed that both sides were serious about it.

"There's nothing wrong with that. My deputy is arrogant, and our brother is also very tough. The communication and collision between the two excellent beings will make both of them better." Perturabo said.

"You are right, my brother. But it is clear that we may not have much time to continue this contest. We can rest for another Terran month at most, and then we will rush to the front line. Before that, we need to ensure that this contest has a good ending." Zhuang Sen walked in and said to Perturabo.

"Indeed, this fellow has been using the exercises to slack off for quite some time. My Legion still has much to attend to," Perturabo said, stroking his chin. Initially, Perturabo had been gloating over his own exploits against the Radiant Lord, but then he realized that if the Radiant Lord didn't work, he, the Primarch, would be responsible for the entire Legion. Unable to enjoy the pleasure of research and slacking off, Perturabo immediately became unhappy. In his eyes, his descendants, while significantly improved, were still far from perfect. They didn't understand Perturabo's ideas and couldn't deliver on their promises. This undoubtedly made Pi, who had grown accustomed to the Radiant Lord's assistance, feel very uncomfortable.

"Didn't you dig this pit?" Zhuang Sen said in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"Okay, let's go and take a look at this exercise. The last time we saw it was three days ago. I wonder what their situation is like now," said Perturabo.

So, the two of them came to the training ground of the Lord of Radiance and Dorn.

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"Sir, we have accomplished our mission. Area 15 has been taken, and the Imperial Fist Commander Pollax has been declared dead." Dantioch walked out of a house and reported to the Lord of Radiance.

"Well, very good, very well done." The Lord of Radiance said with great satisfaction, looking at the databoard before him. "I always thought you were only technically gifted, but I didn't expect you were also so amazing tactically." The leaders took stock of the situation, while the victories and defeats on the battlefields were left to the subordinates. Apparently, Dantioch had performed very well in the previous battle, knocking out the Imperial Fist's opponent, Polacus, and his army.

The Lord of Radiance then looked at Dorne. It was obvious that the victory in this local battlefield had turned the war situation in his favor.

"My lord, I'm sorry to disappoint you," Pollax said, ashamed, approaching Dorn. Honestly, based on previously gathered intelligence, Dantioch's expertise among the Iron Warriors was clearly technical, not as commanding and combat-savvy as Felix. Consequently, within the Legion, Pollax, equally renowned for his command and combat prowess, felt his victory was assured, and decisively engaged in a battle. The latter, however, was ultimately defeated... Something he pulled from his pocket truly opened his eyes, and he exclaimed, "The tech geek is invincible..."

"Fortunately, this was just a drill. You did your best." Dorn looked at his offspring without excessive blame. Previously, he had felt that Polux would be a non-issue. But now, due to the failure of his predictions, the battle was turning against him. And now, he finally understood what the Lord of Radiance had said during the simulation: "War is sometimes fought on the basis of existing resources."

On the surface, the two sides in this game seem evenly matched, but the exchanges between them are brutal. Thus far, renowned commanders like Flix and Kyros have been "eliminated" by the Imperial Fists in brutal battle after fierce battle. But their own side has also paid a heavy price. Sigismund met his end on the battlefield, pincered by two "Extinction Machines." The Imperial Guards are excellent warriors and commanders, but that doesn't stop the opposing ancient AI from finding an opportunity to cash in on them.

Everyone participating in this simulation racked their brains to eliminate the enemy. If a commander went into battle, the average survival time was no more than three rounds. Even a formidable figure like Sigismund was knocked out in the fifth localized battlefield simulation. The only exception was the Emperor's attendant, Adinis, who had survived a full seven battles! He even managed to escape a beating from the enemy's Extinction Machines.

"My lord, the situation is not good," Adinis, the Emperor's attendant, said to Dorn. "We've been tricked. The loss of Pollax and his troops isn't significant militarily, but without his technical and organizational skills, our military production and repair speed will inevitably drop by 5% to 10%. At this rate, we'll be worn down."

"Indeed, you make a lot of sense." Dorn nodded, his face sullen, secretly lamenting his own youth. He knew Dantioch's name; after all, he was one of the few in the Iron Warriors who could call Perturabo his father. In previous simulations, Dantioch had never appeared on the scene. Clearly, this was a deliberate act of protection by the Lord of Radiance, to prevent this key figure from suffering a bitter defeat in the early days when "ruthless men" were everywhere.

But now, with the first wave of ruthless warriors nearly wiped out, Dantioch appeared, a threat to the Imperial Fist. After all, their own ruthless warriors were almost gone. While Adinis, the Emperor's retainer, was formidable and a brilliant commander, the opposing Lord of Radiance still possessed several "extinction opportunities." Adinis was stretched thin. He could win a battle, but he couldn't sustain the entire defense. Then, Polux was pulled in...

Dorn had long since realized that Pluckers's technical and organizational abilities were far more valuable than his battlefield prowess, and so he kept him out of the fight. However, under the dire circumstances and due to his disdain for Dantioch, Dorn made a mistake. This mistake, or Pluckers's "death," caused the entire Imperial Fist system to falter. Even if the entire force was lost, as long as Pluckers could return, it wouldn't matter.

Now, the general trend has been formed. As long as the opponent does not make any fatal mistakes, Dorne can be worn down slowly, but it will take a longer time.

"Oh, maybe we should just station him permanently in the mountain formation," Dorn thought to himself after glancing at Pollax. After all, deductions were all well and good, but if Pollax were truly lost in actual combat, that would be heartbreaking for Dorn. After all, Imperial Fist had no shortage of capable warriors, but it lacked experts who understood technology, production, and management!

"If there is a chance, we can launch an in-depth attack on his headquarters, is that okay? You come with me." It is not Dorn's character to sit and wait for death. Instead of being slowly worn down to death, Dorn wants to force a wave.

"I can stop the remaining three Extinction Machines on the opposite side." After saying this, Adinis looked at Dorn, and then glanced at the Lord of Radiance in the distance.

"Okay, forget it then." Dorn blushed slightly. Just now, Adinis had politely rejected Dorn's suggestion, and his actions and words translated perfectly into this. Even if there were such a chance, and we successfully reached the Radiant Lord, Adinis could hold off three Extinction Relics, but Dorn, as the leader, could you defeat the opposing Radiant Lord? Dorn's rationality told him to forget it. After all, during the boarding war on the Moon, Dorn had witnessed the Radiant Lord's formidable power. The guy had even performed a "hand-to-hand" Titan demolition. He single-handedly shattered a Warlord Titan controlled by Randan's dark technology into smithereens.

"I've said it before, science and technology are the primary source of combat power. You still don't fully understand it," the Lord of Radiance said to Dorn with a smile. Honestly, Dorn's temper made him unpopular, and the Lord of Radiance often verbally attacked him.

"You're right," Dorn nodded. His reaction surprised everyone present. "Skills and knowledge are priceless. Thank you for teaching me a lesson." Despite his bad temper, Dorn was otherwise quite normal, aside from his temper and a somewhat conservative demeanor. He was also someone who could afford to lose.

He understood that while it might seem like the Lord of Radiance had exploited a minor mistake, in reality, after carefully considering the entire process, Dorn realized that his opponent's greatest advantage was his near-infallible impossibility of major errors. His entire operation and planning were meticulously executed! Finding loopholes in his tactics was incredibly difficult. While Dorn's command and defense were indeed formidable, he admittedly considered them flawless. This wasn't simply a matter of computational skill; it was the Lord of Radiance's vast experience. How could a "newcomer" in his forties defeat a "veteran" who had weathered the Iron Man Rebellion?

The Lord of Radiance is much more valuable than Abaddon's "veterans of ten thousand battles". After all, there is no sun or moon in the Eye of Terror. A month in it may be hundreds of years outside...

"Let's call it a draw," the Radiant Lord paused after hearing Dorn's words, then spoke. After all, for a Primarch, saying "I've learned a lesson" was truly difficult. It was far more difficult than even winning a deduction. Clearly, the Radiant Lord had both face and substance, so giving the other side a way out was no big deal. After all, while the Radiant Lord preferred a shaved head, he was still quite magnanimous and generally wouldn't mess with a junior.

"Let's go on. I want to try again." Dorn said after thinking for a while.

"It seems we missed something," Perturabo's voice came from the doorway. It was obvious that he had heard what Dorn had just said. There was a hint of pride on his face. After all, his legion was going to win.

"Then take your time. Don't rush. We can fight until this exercise is over." The Lord of Radiance glanced at Perturabo. "Well, the matters to be dealt with are on your desk. You must attend to them. I'm here to bring honor to the Legion and hone your men. You must also work hard!" The Lord of Radiance would not indulge Perturabo, and his verbal attacks remained formidable.

"......." Perturabo's expression changed several times. After being repeatedly bullied, Boss Pi's cunning and restrained attitude also came to the fore. The reason was simple: he really couldn't beat the opponent in a one-on-one fight! "It's just a few minor inconveniences, nothing serious."

"Okay, everyone, let me tell you something first." Zhuangsen felt that he needed to remind everyone that the rest time was limited. You can have fun, but don't forget to do your work. However, at this moment, the voice of the Emperor sounded in the minds of all the Primarchs.

"My children, I have a very important task to entrust to you. It is about Angron, the despised son, and his legion." Following the Emperor's voice, Jonson waved his hand and brought his brothers and other necessary personnel to a secret room. The Emperor had another task for them!

Chapter 295 Zhuang Sen: Let’s talk about what to do

The Emperor informed the four Primarchs of Angron's atrocities and his Legion. His demands were simple: First, stop Angron from implanting the Butcher's Nail in his own offspring. Second, stop Angron and the War Hounds from slaughtering innocents. Third, take command of the War Hounds. Fourth, bring Angron back! Fifth, use force against Angron, but anyone who disobeys his orders will be killed without mercy.

The Emperor also explained why he found the four of them. The reason was very simple. The other legions were either fighting or too far away to make it. It just so happened that you have time and the distance is not too far, so just go ahead!

Jonson initially declared his commitment to the Dark Angels' mission. Vulkan then expressed outrage at his brother's brutality, declaring his willingness to personally lead the charge to stop Angron and the War Hounds. Dorn, however, expressed his willingness to participate in the punitive operation, while calculating how many troops he could mobilize from the battlefield. As for Perturabo, he glanced at the Radiant Lord, who, after a moment's reflection, gave a gentle nod, and Perturabo understood.

"This is a serious matter, and Father has entrusted us with this mission." After the call with the Emperor ended, Jonson said to his brothers.

"We will launch a new attack on the Randan aliens in a month. If we don't want to delay subsequent operations, we must get things done within this month. The round trip will take about ten days, including other things. It shouldn't take us more than a week to deal with Angron and take over the entire legion." Perturabo said.

"According to intelligence, the main forces of the War Dog Legion are deployed in several star systems, and the War Dog Legion itself is a relatively large legion. If we want to take it over in such a short time, I'm afraid we will have to pay some price. After all, some of them have become abnormal due to the problem of the Butcher's Nails." Vulkan said with some embarrassment.

"The Lord of Fire Dragon is right. We may have to fight against those warriors who have been implanted with the Butcher's Nail. Because they may not be able to communicate. This is a difficult task, Zhuangsen, you and your legion are the main force against Randan, and you are also the commander-in-chief of this war zone. You are not suitable to participate in this punishment operation. Just leave this matter to us. I am willing to personally lead the main force of the Seventh Legion to deal with this matter." Dorn thought for a while and said, as the Emperor's Guard Legion, Dorn believed that he should carry out this difficult task.

After hearing what Dorn said, Jonson didn't say anything, but he was still very grateful to Dorn in his heart. After all, this matter was not a good thing overall. After all, it was a punishment for a brother. Although there were reasons for it, his reputation might not be good. Moreover, Jonson had killed a brother not long ago. Although he was willing to carry out any order of the Emperor, he still had some resistance to certain tasks. And as Dorn said, he is now the commander-in-chief of this front. Compared with the punitive operation, the upcoming Battle of Randan is the most important task.

"Dorn, you and your Phalanx are needed on the Randan battlefield," Perturabo said. "The Warhounds are a large regiment, with a large number of personnel and technical equipment. Your legion suffered heavy losses in the previous engagement. Obviously, you cannot allow your Phalanx to participate in this operation. The Phalanx is a crucial frontline node for our four legions. Therefore, I am not optimistic about your future in this mission."

"Perhaps I cannot personally participate in this operation, but the Dark Angels will not stand idly by. We are now one. This mission was entrusted to me by my father. Regardless of who participates, the Dark Angels will provide troops and fleets," Jonson declared solemnly. As the leader, Jonson was a responsible leader. In fact, Jonson favored Dorn this time, as Perturabo had no shortage of troops and equipment. The Radiant Lord and Perturabo were both masters of technical farming, while the Iron Warriors' gene-seed was highly compatible. Under these circumstances, Dorn's legion, without considering the Mountain Phalanx, could not compete with Boss Pi. Of course, Jonson's promise also extended to the other Primarchs.

"The Salamanders will also send personnel and fleets, but it's best for the Phalanx to remain in its current position," Vulkan said after a moment's contemplation. Vulkan was neutral, but he disagreed with deploying the Phalanx.

Regardless, the current talks have reached a stalemate. Jonson is unsuitable for this operation, and neither is Vulkan, as his legions are too few, and the entire battlefront requires Vulkan and his Forgers. Perturabo and Dorn are the most likely candidates to lead the operation, but who will be chosen remains uncertain.

"Adinis, do you have any opinions?" Zhuangsen looked at the emperor's attendants standing beside him and said.

"Two Primarchs, if you were asked to command this operation personally, what would you do? Do you have any plans?" After pondering for a moment, Adinis asked Perturabo and Dorn.

"We have already determined Angron's location. I will personally lead the fleet to stop his atrocities and bring him back. I will try my best to solve the problem with gentle means. If that doesn't work, I don't mind resorting to force. After detaining our daring brother, I will convey the Emperor's order to gather their fleet and bring it to the designated place." Dorn thought for a moment and said.

"So, Lord of Steel, what is your opinion?" After Adinis saluted Dorn slightly, he did not comment on Dorn's opinion, but looked at Perturabo.

"Obviously, my brother is oversimplifying things. Angron killed the envoy representing our father. Although this envoy was sent in the name of Terran bureaucrats, this was already a de facto rebellion. If he were not our brother, I would be happy to burn him to ashes." Perturabo tapped the table with his fingers.

"And because of the Butcher's Nails issue, they can't communicate with us very well. So, in this situation, the probability of a head-on conflict between the two sides is very high. Especially since we have to disarm them and take them away! Dorn, your idea of ​​leading your fleet directly into the enemy's territory and trying to negotiate with them is undoubtedly naive and dangerous. The Emperor forbad Angron to use the Butcher's Nails, but he did it. Will he give up just because of a few words from you?" Perturabo showed his iron-blooded side.

"Lord of Steel, if we use a warlike attitude to resolve this issue, the scale of the conflict and the losses on both sides will be too great." Vulkan said with some concern.

"I'm just speaking the truth," Perturabo smiled slightly. He then looked at Dorn, who had a stern face across from him, and then at Jonson, who seemed lost in thought. This time, Jonson didn't comment on Perturabo's words.

"What do you think of this matter, Your Excellency?" After a long silence, Zhuang Sen looked at the Lord of Radiance. The Lord of Radiance was the only one standing in the circle, but he was required to be addressed as "Your Excellency" by the Primarch.

"The vast majority of the War Dogs can be rescued. Judging by the current situation, the War Dogs' fleet is quite dispersed. If I were to participate in this operation, I would first target the large number of War Dogs' squadrons on the periphery, severing their connection with the Conqueror (the War Dogs' Glorious Queen-class battleship). Then, I would lead the Custodians and announce the Emperor's orders. If they agree to obey, they will be taken directly to the designated location. If they disagree, they will be dispatched and the leading offender will be eliminated. The rest will be easy to handle. After we have dealt with these War Dogs on the periphery, either by pulling them away or beating them, we will then go find Angron."

"But I feel that it's not easy to negotiate with such a guy, and we have to fight. Leave the fleet in space to me, and I will do my best to preserve them. As for the surface of the planet, we need a Primarch who can defeat Angron in a single fight. Propose a duel to him to decide the outcome, and then take him down. This will be the way to minimize casualties." said the Lord of Radiance.

"Is there no way to resolve this peacefully?" Vulkan said with some reluctance. If Perturabo's words had merely hinted at the high probability of conflict, then the Lord of Radiance had effectively spoken openly, urging everyone to prepare for a fight. This naturally left the good-natured Vulkan feeling somewhat irritated.

"Although punishing a brother is not something I am willing to do, he has disobeyed the Emperor's order after all, and even killed the messenger who delivered the order." Zhuang Sen spoke, and it was obvious that he supported the Lord of Glory's opinion.

Was the Radiant Lord's action extreme? Not at all! In the background, Russ tried to persuade Angron to stop the indiscriminate killing of innocent people. He tried not to use the Butcher's Nail, but what happened? Angron refused to listen. A clash ensued, and it was fair to say that both sides showed considerable restraint. Everyone tacitly refrained from using heavy weapons, let alone fleets. However, both Primarchs suffered heavy casualties, and Russ was pinned to the ground by Angron. Ultimately, the matter came to nothing. While Russ's action was clearly a good one, it was poorly executed and failed to deter Angron, who considered it a victory. Although, the other Primarchs likely didn't believe Angron could win.

But in reality, if you look at the essence of the situation, Angron hasn't really lost. Even though he's being pointed at hundreds of bolters, Russ will never give the order to fire. And he's still being defeated in single combat by Angron. This is essentially a dead end: either Angron surrenders, or Russ leaves in disgrace. But Angron, this tough guy, won't surrender, and Russ can't actually give the order to fire. So, in the end, Russ will inevitably lose.

Therefore, based on the background events, if they were to take over Angron's legion and take him with them, they would have to use swift and powerful force to crush the enemy. They would leave him no room for resistance. In fact, considering Angron's personality, using a duel victory to force Angron's submission could effectively reduce casualties. After all, Angron wouldn't refuse a duel, and he wasn't so unkind as to break his promise. Otherwise, his descendants might look down on him. If the Lord of Radiance followed his words, if it really was Angron, he and Perturabo would attack him together, surrounded by a ring of iron rings, destructive artifacts, and Iron Warriors to suppress any resistance, and they would pin him to the ground and be done with him!

Moreover, the key to this action was righteousness. Whether Angron had given his son the Butcher's Nail or had slaughtered innocent people, these things had been ignored by the Emperor in the background. But this time, the Emperor strictly ordered Angron not to do so, and even sent an envoy to warn him, but the envoy was chopped down by Angron with an axe.

This is when things get really bad. Angron may not be very smart, but when a brother, with the Custodians and the Emperor's orders, demands to take him back and take over the Legion, Angron will realize the seriousness of the situation. So what will Angron do at this time? It would be best for him to give in, but it is unlikely that he will give in directly.

The Lord of Radiance's suggestion was to prevent Angron from knowing the news too early. He would take his fleet and start with the fleets of other War Dog Legions. After cutting off their connection, without the Primarch's orders, the other War Dogs would most likely surrender even if they had a firm idea in their heads. This was especially true when the Lord of Radiance's fleet far surpassed his own and expressed a certain degree of forgiveness.

In many cases, when you want to resolve a situation peacefully, you need to back it up with absolute force. If you are truly prepared to fight, the other party may not dare to fight you.

"Leave this matter to me. Before we launch another offensive against Randan, I will send Angron to my father and bring part of the War Dog Legion back to the front line to do what they should do." said Perturabo.

"Actually, you don't have to bear this not-so-good reputation. My legion is named the Fists of the Empire. Before coming to the battlefield of Randan, I have always been with my father. I have enjoyed special honors, which also means that I need to take on some responsibilities." Dorn thought for a while and said.

"Haha, Dorn, my brother, when we act together against a rebellious brother, we become the same in the eyes of some people. The Empire always needs some people to do certain things. I think a few of us should be more suitable for doing these things. My legion has undertaken the most difficult and painful battles since its establishment. The Emperor created me and my legion. I guess this is my mission." Perturabo said with an unusually firm expression on his face.

"Then it will be so. The Dark Angels can provide a fleet of 15000 men and women. They will be primarily a fast fleet. Lord Cypher will command this fleet on my behalf," said Jonson.

"The Imperial Fists will send a fleet of 1 people and personnel. Camba Diaz will lead this fleet. He will provide you with sufficient assistance." Dorn said.

"The Salamander Legion will also provide 5000 troops. Sorry, my manpower is limited," said Vulkan.