Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"My Lord, I will clean up these unclean things." Gao Ge bowed and said.

"How do I clean it?"

"Use fire, detergent, or something else. It will always remove all traces, my lord."

"Erase?" Perturabo snorted coldly, picking up a document containing Gog's battle record. The massive losses, the bloody figures, and the countless souls lost to brutal punishment made Perturabo frown slightly. At some point, Perturabo discovered that he could sense the emotions and thoughts of others, as well as things that others could not see. He initially denied their existence, but after consulting the relevant texts, Perturabo realized that they were the lingering spirits of the dead. This made him feel a little uneasy, but his current concern was not the bloodshed of the Captain's methods, but his efficiency and ability.

"Your efficiency is very low. Far inferior to that of Felix and his men," Perturabo said after reviewing the documents. "Your cruelty and harsh laws have created a group of docile individuals who work like machines, but are less efficient than them."

"My Lord, I will change all this using a more scientific and rational approach."

"Including a new batch of Legion servants?" Perturabo looked at the man before him, comparing him to Flix. He seemed to see himself in Gorg, and his second-in-command in Flix. He had visited Flix's camp and fleet, and the latter's management was much more relaxed, and their treatment of mortals was the best in the entire Legion. Perturabo disapproved of some of Flix's actions, but Flix's military achievements and high efficiency persuaded him to tolerate them for now.

"Let's look at the other legions," Perturabo muttered to himself.

Chapter 229 Travelers, Angels, and Steel (6K)

"Do you know the Supreme Lord Commander of the Space Wolves?" Standing atop the flagship's bridge, the Iron Lord spoke to the Radiant Lord beside him. The Iron Warriors fleet had already assembled, ready to welcome their allies today. All the Iron Warriors stood in full battle formation, their hearts racing even more than in battle, for today they would showcase their strength and valor to the other two Legions.

"I've read some information." said the Lord of Glory.

"How do you compare to him?"

"I'm probably not as good as him."

"Why?" Perturabo asked, somewhat surprised. Aside from the Emperor, Perturabo had never seen the Lord of Radiance show weakness to anyone. Including himself. "You've never met him, and the information you've received is hearsay. Are you just going to give up your pride and ambition?"

"I've studied the Randan War," the Lord of Radiance said. "There are many incredible things in it. I'm far inferior to him."

"Do you think that's true?" Perturabo asked. Perturabo was also studying the Randan War. After obtaining the data provided by Flix, Perturabo believed that the best way to prove his ability was to participate in this most difficult battle to date. He had already decided to first eliminate the Dark Arbiters who had attacked his planet, and then go to the Randan battlefield! However, many things in this matter were beyond Perturabo's understanding, so he became interested in Baldur.

"It must be true. It's not that I trust Felix 100%, but because I have witnessed that terrifying power after humanity fell into darkness. Perturabo, you must be careful. Although you are already considered a top existence, there are many super-sized existences in this galaxy. They cannot be measured by common sense and logic." The Lord of Radiance said very sincerely.

There were often frictions between the two sides, but they were both learning to approach and tolerate each other. While Perturabo's personality was quite stubborn, it was within his tolerance. Furthermore, he felt that Perturabo sometimes, at least with him, was bluffing. For example, before, he was certain Perturabo wouldn't attack him, and perhaps all he wanted was a word of surrender from him. Very childish. And honestly, in the current galaxy, there were so few people who could discuss technology with him, so he had to cherish the opportunity.

"Like, my father?"

"Haha." The Lord of Glory smiled and said nothing.

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"They're coming!" As dimensional rifts opened, a massive fleet appeared near Mandeville Point in the system. A massive warship, painted gold and red, with massive wing-shaped structures on its sides, resembling an angel spreading its wings, emerged from the void into the real universe. Sanguinius's flagship, the Blood and Tears, was the first to emerge from the Warp, followed by Balder's temporary flagship, the Splendor. Next, the warships of the two legions filed out.

"Magnificent, magnificent, noble yet elegant," Perturabo said, nodding slightly as he gazed at the distant Blood Angels fleet. Although Perturabo advocated rationality and calculation, upon seeing the Blood Angels' flagship, he couldn't help but admire its gorgeous and exquisite design. "This is a different kind of beauty, isn't it?"

"The smaller warship next to it is the flagship of Lord Balder. His genuine flagship is being inspected. This is the warship he designed." said the Lord of Glory.

"Exquisite and rigorous design, tenaciously conforming to data and physics. If it weren't for his ridiculously powerful psychic powers, I'd think we'd be kindred spirits." Perturabo said, his gaze settling on the battleship Splendor. There was a hint of anticipation and regret in his words. The anticipation was, of course, that they could discuss something they both enjoyed, but the pity was that the other person was also, at heart, a "sorcerer." Perturabo sensed that some of his own behavior was a sign of psychic awakening, but he remained unimpressed by such irrational behavior.

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Half an hour later, Sanguinius and Balder, as guests, boarded Perturabo's flagship. The moment Perturabo saw Balder, his pupils constricted, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"I now believe those legends." Perturabo subconsciously inched closer to the Lord of Radiance. His spiritual sense kept warning him. Although Balder showed no malice, he stood before Perturabo like a giant beast hidden beneath the waves.

Perturabo hadn't considered how this being compared to his father, but he knew he couldn't compare. He felt a sense of superiority. Perturabo's perception was still somewhat lacking. When Sanguinius saw Balder, he connected him with his father, while Perturabo could only sense his unfathomable depth. As for ordinary Legionaries and ordinary people? Their perceptions were far less acute than the Primarch's, and they lacked the ability to perceive the essence of the being. They viewed Balder with respect and awe, but they were unaware of the underlying reason.

"Is it becoming increasingly difficult to hide?" The Lord of Radiance was also shocked. Balder had not told the Lord of Radiance his true purpose for retrieving the Tower of Light, but as the Lord of Radiance had once witnessed the gods, he was already vaguely aware that Balder was on the final stage of his journey to godhood. If before, Balder's humanity could still mask his divinity, allowing him to change his appearance to his will, then now, as he began to accept faith on a large scale and his divinity continued to grow, his humanity was increasingly unable to suppress his divinity.

Finally, in the moment before ascension, the traveler becomes a god walking in the mortal realm. This unconventional existence will be rejected by the rules of reality, and the Supreme Heaven will open its arms to him. Most of his power, body, and spirit will enter the Warp and establish his own divine domain. Later, when most of his divinity has been used to establish and anchor the kingdom and domain, his human and divine sides will regain balance. He can still use clones to enter the mortal world, but the extent of power these clones can call upon will depend on the circumstances.

"Has it been discovered? Looks like future persuasion will be much less troublesome." Balder naturally sensed Perturabo's thoughts. In truth, he was already aware of his situation. As his true form sat atop the Tower of Light, he could already sense the surging force of faith and the resulting divine power, even faintly sensing the physical universe's rejection of his power. He now had some understanding of why the Golden Throne's energy consumption had increased tenfold in the 40th millennium era. It wasn't that the Emperor needed these psykers, but rather that the Golden Throne required so much output to control this mortal god. And this was despite the Emperor's willingness to be bound and striving to suppress his own power. As for Magnus the Red's claim to find a passage on the Moon to confront the Emperor directly, it was fortunate he didn't go...

"What a shame! I can't meet all the Primarchs in my true form." Balder felt a little disappointed at this thought. His deification would only be a dozen years away. Once he achieved deification, a racial deity like him, one who retained a largely intact physical body, could still roam the real universe as a clone. Logically, a racial deity like Balder's would be less impressive than a demonic god. But there was a benefit: my clone could roam the mortal realm for extended periods, while a demonic god of the Warp would have a much harder time. Even if he possessed someone, it would only last a moment. The Emperor, on the other hand, was somewhere between the Traveler and a demonic god. Khorne possessed Angron, slashed the Anthem Engine, and then departed. And the Emperor, possessing Guilliman, could still engage in a lengthy exchange of harsh words with Nurgle before setting him ablaze. As for the Traveler, his clone could roam for extended periods, but don't overestimate its strength. Even so, it could easily defeat a few demonic Primarchs. As for Horus during the Battle of Terra, that was better left to the Emperor. If the emperor wins, he can also become a god.

"Today, he is the guest and you are the host. We are future comrades-in-arms and we will get along very well. Look at the Primarch of the Ninth Legion next to Balder. He is your brother and he gets along very well with Balder." The Lord of Radiance said to Perturabo.

"Indeed, we will be comrades in the future, and perhaps even friends." Perturabo nodded slightly in agreement, his attention now focused on his brother. Clad in red and gold armor, Sanguinius was a striking presence wherever he walked. The angel, inheriting a touch of the Emperor's divine qualities, was a sight to behold in the eyes of any mortal, earning them a warm welcome. Although his style was flamboyant and dignified, a contrast to Perturabo's heavy and tough demeanor, he still managed to gain his favor.

"Welcome to Olympia, my home planet, and the headquarters of the Fourth Legion." After calming himself down, Perturabo stepped forward and welcomed his friends from afar.

"Thank you, my brother, for welcoming us here. I come bearing the blessings and goodwill of the Ninth Legion. I hope we can fight side by side in the battles to come, slay the xenos, and assert humanity's destiny in the galaxy." Sanguinius stepped forward and extended his hand to Perturabo, connecting his gray-black gauntlet with his golden gauntlet. Elsewhere, the Lord of Radiance and Balder also shook hands.

"It's not easy for me here." Balder felt the emotions of the Lord of Glory.

"Take your time, everything will be fine," Bader responded. "Isn't it a very meaningful thing to help a genius get back on track?"

"Well, you're a god, you're right," the Lord of Radiance responded. As a being with some autonomy within the Empire, the Lord of Radiance felt that following Balder seemed a bit better than following the Emperor.

After a brief greeting, Perturabo led Sanguinius and his party through the wide corridors of the Iron Blood.

"Thank you, Lord of the Fourth Legion. Your legion is one of the best siege forces in the entire human legion. Whether facing the strange alien fortresses or the endless steel torrent of the rebellious Forge World, your warriors are clad in strong armor and have hearts of steel. Like an unstoppable hammer, they smash all enemies and obstacles, bringing peace to human civilization." Baldur first expressed his gratitude to Perturabo.

"I'm very surprised to hear such words from you." Perturabo slowed down his pace and looked at Balder. From the latter's reaction, Perturabo was surprised to find that the other party seemed to be sincere, rather than hypocritical and polite. This surprised him a little. In his understanding, a being like Balder should be extremely tough and arbitrary. Because the latter's ability is too outstanding, in his opinion, as long as others do as he orders, it will be fine.

"The great Emperor is invincible, yet He still needs His children. We may indeed be excellent, but to accomplish a great task, we still need the help of others. We are the brains of the Legion, and those Legionnaires and human auxiliaries are our hands and feet, as well as our friends. We unite and strive for a greater goal."

"The situation on the battlefield is always changing, and at this time, the front-line soldiers below are required to adapt to the situation. Their performance and ability directly affect the entire situation of the war." Bader said.

"I have always believed that a good Legion leader should consider all possible scenarios and have contingency plans in place. I believe in reason and science, and I firmly believe that everything can be solved with mathematics, calculation, steel, and firepower," Perturabo said after a moment's thought. He glanced at Baldur, as if ready to engage in a debate. He paused, waved his hand, and the accompanying Fourth Legionnaires temporarily departed. Sanguinius hesitated, then similarly asked the Blood Angels and Space Wolves to move aside. Only four men remained in the vast corridor.

"However, there is a problem with this theory," Bader said.

"Any questions? Interesting. Tell me about them," Perturabo said.

"Suppose, then, that a man could consider all the problems of a battle," Balder said. "Then he would prepare for all the problems, and this preparation would consume energy, supplies, and legions, wouldn't it?"

"It's inevitable. Everything has a price," Perturabo said.

"But of all the preparations, only a small fraction will be used, and those that aren't used are a waste of resources. Is this a thorough plan, or is it just spreading our efforts too thin?"

"And, believe me, Lord Perturabo, there is absolutely no shortage of forces in this galaxy that we cannot understand. We need more scholars and brains to help us deal with various things. And machines and procedures are not so reliable. Because the electronic offensive and defensive confrontation is spiraling, we always have to consider the situation of being at a technological disadvantage." Bader said.

"I find it difficult to understand how you, who laid the foundation for victory in the First Battle of Randan, could speak in this way," Perturabo said after a moment's reflection. He did not refute the other party, nor did he feel angry. For Perturabo respected those who were clearly stronger than himself. He was a power-seeker, believing that the weak should obey the strong, and he personally adhered to this principle, just as he decisively chose to submit when he first faced the Emperor. Similarly, when facing Balder, Perturabo, already aware of his opponent's unfathomable strength, also maintained sufficient courtesy and respect.

"The Randan aliens are definitely more powerful than what they show. They are more powerful than we imagined. They may even make us pay an unbearable price." Balder said earnestly.

"Haha, a worthy opponent, isn't he?" Perturabo smiled. "Very good. In the future, I will personally participate in this battle."

"Participate in person? Then we'll be comrades in the future," Balder said. "Some people avoid it."

"I am different from them. My legion and I are made of steel. We firmly believe that only after going through countless trials and tribulations can we become stronger!" This is what Perturabo thought and actually did.

The four continued on their way, entering a large hall. Sanguinius spotted a massive architectural model on a nearby workbench and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. It was a circular arena. Perturabo planned to build it atop Mount Olympia, a place where the Legion's elite could showcase their might and power.

"If there were no war, I think I would be a scholar, artist, blacksmith and inventor. I want the world to appreciate the beauty of numbers and logic, and use my inventions and creations to make my subjects live a better life. But these hateful aliens and the extremely deep starry sky always harbor malice towards us, and I can only reluctantly destroy them completely." Perturabo said with satisfaction, looking at the unpretentious praise on Sanguinius' face.

"Yes, we are the descendants of the Emperor and the patron saints of mankind. We also yearn for art and creation, because these are the soul of a civilization. And those mortals we protect are the flesh of civilization. We should love and cultivate them as we love ourselves." said Sanguinius.

"If we were at peace, I'd hope to be a benevolent monarch and scholar. But alas, we are an army, and the core of the Legion is destruction, discipline, and endurance," Perturabo said. "My Legion has fought the most sieges of any Legion, and we've witnessed too much bloodshed and destruction. And during my time in Olympia, I've also witnessed too much slaughter. During those long battles, I've learned a lesson: in war, we must not show even a hint of cowardice. Mental weakness is more deadly than physical weakness," Perturabo said sternly.

"However, steel will become brittle and even collapse under repeated forging. My brother, I have read the combat records of you and your legion, and I always feel that they are facing tremendous pressure. They lack spiritual comfort. In fact, this is the first time I heard that when one of my brothers returned, his offspring was enlisted in the Sin Barracks. My offspring were far inferior to the Fourth Legion before. They were notorious, but I am still willing to give them a chance to change, a chance to move from corruption to glory and shine." Sanguinius said sincerely.

Perturabo remained silent, looking at the Lord of Radiance, who signaled with his eyes that he had absolutely no involvement in this matter. Perturabo nodded slightly, trusting the Lord of Radiance's words, as none of them were ordinary people. The remaining three people in the room had no reason to curry favor with him or fear him.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Perturabo looked at Sanguinius, his words seemed to contain anger and dissatisfaction, and his voice became hoarse.

"No, I'm merely stating the facts." Sanguinius looked at Perturabo fearlessly. In the background, Guilliman condemned Perturabo for his one-in-ten killings, as many of those killed by Perturabo had fought alongside him. Verbal condemnation, after all, was just that: a condemnation.

"I whip them and discipline them with strict discipline. I just want them to become as good as me, so that they can match my ability and wisdom. Only in this way can they survive in wars, and in this dark universe, being able to survive is the greatest kindness." Perturabo replied.

"My brother, care and kindness are often more convincing than punishment and whipping. Our father regards us as his own children. He cares about us, encourages us, and supports us. Although he knows that we will never reach his level, he still tolerates our failures and willfulness. We should follow our father's example." Sanguinius sighed slightly and spoke from a different perspective.

"Father?" Perturabo fell silent. In this dimension, the Emperor's attitude towards Perturabo was much better than before. Perturabo not only saw his father's strength, but also saw his expectations and care for him. Therefore, Sanguinius' words hit the mark. Even if Perturabo didn't immediately agree, he couldn't refute it.

"When I was reading the battle report of the Fourth Legion, I saw a comment from the Terra high-level officials. They called the Fourth Legion a corpse crusher, a very useful tool. When I objected to this, some people said that since the Fourth Legion itself did not care about its own casualties and those of its auxiliary troops, why should we care? They are used to treating themselves as tools, and they like to treat themselves as tools. In this case, then let them be treated as tools." At this time, Balder also spoke.

Chapter 230 Why don't you two work together first? (6K)

This time, Baldur exploited another of Perturabo's thorns: Perturabo showed no concern for his descendants, even willing to exploit their high casualties to portray himself as a "tragic hero." Unfortunately, as the Primarch, the father of the Legion, if he didn't value the lives of his own men, how could he expect others to? Thus, the Fourth Legion was treated as a useful tool, and Perturabo barely spoke up for his descendants. In this vicious cycle, Perturabo and the Fourth Legion, under immense pressure, gradually strayed from their path.

"My Legion is not a tool! My children and I cannot be treated as such!" Perturabo roared. He recalled the men who had stood by him against the Dark Arbiter, and the men who had bravely faced the Radiant Lord's guards during his conflict. At that moment, Perturabo felt a faint sense of guilt towards his men, as well as a slight mental anguish.

"I never treated the Fourth Legion as a tool. We were comrades, partners. In the Sixth Legion, I never treated my brothers from the Fourth Legion harshly. Whether it was supplies, technology, or honor, I never lacked them. And they repaid me with their courage, skill, and perseverance. Our relationship is mutually beneficial," Balder said sincerely. "Thus, Felix and his battalion became the leaders among the legions."

"Lord Perturabo, believe me, when we face Randan, all machines will be unreliable, and even mathematics and logic will be distorted under the influence of powerful psychic energy. At that time, the only thing we can rely on is the Legion and the unity of mankind. This is not a war of one person, but a war of civilization. We are the leaders and the protectors of mankind. We protect not only the physical part of civilization, but also the spiritual part of civilization." said Bader.

"Okay, let's leave it at that. There may be some misunderstandings between us. The Legion has many problems, and we are solving them. The great Lord of Olympia is just using some means to change this problem at the right time. Both appeasement and coercion should be used. I think both of you understand." The Lord of Radiance spoke. Obviously, someone like Perturabo cannot be forced too much, and the Lord of Radiance is still the second-in-command of the Fourth Legion. He must give Perturabo a way out no matter what to save the face of the Fourth Legion.

"If it's convenient, you two should go back and rest for a while. We have plenty of time to consider these issues," the Lord of Radiance said. Sanguinius and Balder had completed the first half, so the Lord of Radiance would now prepare for the second half.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, my brother," said Sanguinius.

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"You were being hypocritical." When only Perturabo and the Lord of Radiance remained in the vast room, the Iron Lord finally spoke again. "You share their views. From the moment you met me, you assumed I was cruel. I'm a tyrant, a machine-centered person. What was your purpose in doing this? To protect my pride?"

"I don't need to please you." The Lord of Radiance sat across from Perturabo. "I don't even need to please anyone to live a good life." The Lord of Radiance's words were so true! After all, he was right. He really didn't need to please anyone, and the Emperor and the Traveler were no longer human beings...

"I just can't accept this. I was born in the glorious period of human civilization, and I have experienced turmoil that you can hardly imagine. In this turmoil, everything beautiful, whether it is magnificent buildings, the pursuit of civilization and kindness, or our dreams and future, has turned to dust in the endless flames of war. We fell from the sky to the mortal world, and the sinister side of human nature is awakening, turning the world into hell, and this has been going on for thousands of years. The lights of civilization are gradually going out. I want to change all this, so I am struggling to find someone to cooperate with. And I chose you. You are talented and gifted, but your personality limits your growth and the heights you can reach. I am helping you, and I am also helping myself. The future of mankind is a huge issue, but I at least hope that I can do something with you." said the Lord of Glory.

"You don't need to please anyone," Perturabo nodded. But then he felt lost. If someone who didn't need to please him, and who disliked some of his actions, was helping him, what was their purpose? Was it to gain more benefits? Perturabo looked at the Radiant Lord. He believed that if the Radiant Lord joined another Legion, he would be treated as a guest of honor. His ability and intelligence earned the Primarchs' deep respect. Therefore, in Perturabo's view, the Radiant Lord's actions were actually very irrational. But regardless, the Radiant Lord was still helping him, helping him to support the troubled Fourth Legion.

"It seems we're back to the original problem." Perturabo looked at the Lord of Radiance. "A robot pursues humanity. I, on the other hand, pursue absolute logic and rationality. Here, there's a siege called logic and rationality, rationality within, humanity outside. I, on the outside, want to get in, and you, already inside, want to get out. And yet, two of us working together—what a twist of fate!" Perturabo said with self-mockery.

"Yes, it's fate." The Lord of Glory nodded and said.

"Perhaps, the method my brother and Lord Balder said is indeed more effective." Perturabo touched his chin after a long silence. In the end, Perturabo made a little change, although not much, but it was a change after all.

"You will gain an excellent legion, the respect of your descendants and the worship of mortals." The Lord of Glory smiled. He knew that at this moment, the twisted man in front of him was finally pulled back from the brink of depravity.

"May we have pleasant cooperation in the future." Perturabo stood up, walked towards the Lord of Radiance, and extended his hand.

"In the future, our cooperation will surely be pleasant." The Lord of Glory smiled.

"Okay, get ready, we still have to face our comrades tomorrow." Perturabo threw a data tablet to the Lord of Radiance. The implication was very clear, that is, get to work quickly!

"Okay, let's get started. I feel like working under you is quite stressful." The Lord of Glory said half seriously and half jokingly.

"Hmph." Perturabo snorted coldly and ignored the guy. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I feel that my brother has changed a lot, almost a fundamental change overnight. When we first met, he was very resistant to some of our actions." Sanguinius said to Balder next to him.

"Perturabo simply seeks glory and the strength of his offspring. Whether it's harsh punishment or gentle persuasion, the goal is the same. He simply seeks a balance between kindness and severity," Balder said. The so-called change is a form of adaptation. Perturabo's motivation is sound, but his chosen method is problematic. In the background, Perturabo seeks recognition and glory, praise, and a demonstration of his own worth. Is there anything wrong with that? Absolutely not. However, in achieving this goal, he made mistakes. He exploited his offspring with unbridled violence and terror, which in turn led to resentment from all sides, and his actions only became more and more wrong. But regardless, before Perturabo and the Fourth Legion decided to rebel, their achievements and loyalty were unquestionable.

On this plane, Perturabo was also pursuing these things, but Balder and the Lord of Radiance pulled him onto the right path, allowing his human side to gradually control his destructive side.

"How are your legion and the Fourth Legion getting along recently?" Balder asked.

"It feels very good. My legion is good at surprise attacks, while the Iron Warriors are good at fire support. When they suppress the enemy with fierce firepower and excellent armored assault, my descendants can quickly break into the ground formation, then quickly cut the enemy's front line and defeat it in one fell swoop. There is very good complementarity between our two legions." said Sanguinius.

"So, you feel that you two are pretty good partners?" Bader asked.

"Yes, at least tactically we are very compatible," said Sanguinius.

"Well, how about you two Legions team up first?" Balder said. In fact, their tactics were indeed well-matched. The Blood Angels excelled in assault and close combat, and they were also home to a group of melee warriors like Radoron. The Iron Warriors, on the other hand, lacked a knightly valiant eye for single combat. Perhaps it was Perturabo who disapproved of warriors who simply attacked with power weapons. He needed excellent commanders and technicians, officers who could participate in planning and flawlessly execute it. The IV Legion's heavy armor and artillery were practically first-rate, and the Blood Angels' assault force was equally top-tier.

Sanguinius possesses a high emotional intelligence and can get along well with Perturabo. He also wouldn't mistreat or betray Pixar. Perturabo excels in tactical planning and firepower support, while Sanguinius's abilities are somewhat limited. A more complementary approach would be much more effective. Both legions, having recently returned from their Primarchs, would collaborate with each other, and after a period of rapprochement, they would prepare for the Battle of Randal. Pixar and the other Primarchs would hold the line, while Sanguinius's legions, along with those of the Khan and the Space Wolves under Baldur's command, would bypass and steal the enemy base. This was Baldur's general strategy for the Battle of Randal.

The Randan War couldn't drag on for decades like before; it had to be quick! Force the Randan Overlord to fight him, because if it dragged on too long, the Traveler might prematurely attain godhood. At this point, with the massive influx of faith, Balder increasingly felt the limitations of the real universe. And when he fully demonstrated his power, that would be the moment of his godhood!

"I think that's fine. If you have arranged other things and are ready to fight a decisive battle against this horrible alien, please be sure to notify me." Sanguinius said.

"I will," Baldur nodded. Just as Baldur and Sanguinius were finalizing their plans, Perturabo and the Lord of Radiance made a rare appearance at the Legion's arena. Meanwhile, the soldiers of the three Legions were engaging in combat and competition during their free time.

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"Ehmmmm." Watching Flix being knocked down by Radon, the Lord of Radiance turned to Perturabo. The two of them didn't enter the arena directly, but instead watched the battle from the upper bridge. It was clear that in the melee-focused battle, the Iron Warriors' performance was mediocre. They were evenly matched with the Sky Wolves, but compared to the Blood Angels, they were a bit behind.

"My scions, it seems, are truly inept at close combat. Perhaps this is their weakness in siege warfare?" Perturabo said nonchalantly, seemingly unimpressed by his scions' performance in the arena. (Perturabo truly didn't place much value on the Legionnaires' close combat abilities. Within the Iron Warriors, there were groups devoted to RTS combat, those researching advanced technology, those studying fleet warfare, and even those developing siege tactics. Sometimes, Pixar would even participate in simulations and deductions with his scions. However, Pixar wasn't particularly fond of close combat, despite his own considerable melee prowess.)

"Why don't you try it?" Perturabo said to the Lord of Radiance with a smile.

"Hmph." The Lord of Radiance snorted coldly, ignoring the iron-faced Lord. "I'm going to bully the descendants of Sanguinius? You can imagine that."

"Haha, that's incredible." Perturabo laughed heartily. "Anyway, among the Blood Angels, apart from my brothers, the best among them are far inferior to you. Even if several of them attacked together, the outcome would be the same. Why should I be angry? Besides, this kind of competition is more of a performance. War requires meticulous calculation and smooth command. I won't blame my descendants for such minor matters."

After a period of adjustment, Perturabo fully realized the importance of having a capable second-in-command. Not only did he help him solve various technical and tactical problems, but if a problem arose, the Radiant Lord was truly capable of stepping up! He compared the efficiency of his own Legion with that of the Blood Angels, and with the Radiant Lord's help, the Iron Warriors were far more efficient. The Radiant Lord could handle all sorts of tasks, so that when Perturabo wanted to slack off or work on something at his workbench, he didn't have to worry about any problems with the Legion. Perturabo was very satisfied with this.

"We can fight together with the Ninth Legion. Of course, this is after we complete our revenge on the Dark Arbitrator." said the Lord of Radiance.

"With Sanguinius?" Perturabo pondered. "Tactically, we do complement each other, but I don't think it's necessary. We can do everything well."

"If our goal was to deal with ordinary xenos, then we alone would be enough. However, Randan is beyond standard. We have reviewed a lot of information together. In the last battle, Ferrus, the Primarch of the Iron Hands, led seven legions and a total of over 7 troops to barely win. It can even be said that without the help of the ancient ruins, Ferrus's best outcome would be to retreat with the remnants of his army. Our current military strength is far inferior to Ferrus's back then."

"Emmmm." Perturabo frowned, neither agreeing nor refusing. His fingers tapped lightly on the fence, considering the pros and cons.

"Compared to you, Sanguinius isn't as adept at precise calculations and deductions. He's more of a fierce general, so you won't have too many disagreements over strategy and tactics. Besides, don't you think Sanguinius is easy to get along with? He genuinely cares about his friends. He could be a very good friend." The Lord of Radiance had been with Perturabo for so long that he understood his concerns. Perturabo wanted glory and worried about others taking away his own credit and honor. At the same time, he also enjoyed making his own decisions. It would be even better if a fellow Primarch would listen to his advice!

"Hmph, who do you think I am?" Boss Pi snorted coldly when his real concern was revealed.

"In fact, the time we spend together and cooperating with each other will not be very long. When facing the Randan aliens, the Blood Angels who are good at mobile warfare will perform other tasks. We will fight head-on. No matter what, it is always a good thing to establish a good relationship with a brother first." said the Lord of Glory.