Perturabo, complete your artwork, I will

Your City of Ideals becomes a reality.

Arsena Dunn, representing Nimrod, was waiting on the tarmac. Upon seeing Perturabo, he immediately stepped forward and saluted.

"Grown ups."

"Take me to see Nimrod."

Arsena compared Lord Perturabo's tone and expression with the last time, and thought uncertainly.

He seemed to be in a slightly better mood than last time.

Without time to think deeply, he said respectfully.

"My lord, please come with me."

Perturabo strode forward amidst the loud chanting of the Servo-skull.

"Primarch, Lord Perturabo, the Lord of Iron, the Hammer of Olympia, the Glorious Victor of Campinas..."

The Trident followed behind their Primarch, appearing more relaxed than usual.

Perturabo entered the palace, his icy blue eyes sweeping over the asymmetrical architecture before settling on Nimrod and Kion behind him.

He also saw two Warrior without the distinctive black paint scheme of the Shadow of Order, but the numbers on their shoulders indicated that they belonged to the XIX Legion.

"Perturabo, congratulations on your glorious victory in the Campinas System, where you destroyed the Xenos's Artificial War Satellite."

Perturabo's icy blue eyes sparkled as he spoke with admiration.

"Nimrod, your offspring are quite good."

"He plays a vital role in Campinas; the Iron Warriors will learn from the Shadow of Order."

Nimrod keenly sensed the smugness and satisfaction that Perturabo was deliberately concealing, and he signaled to the Primarch's Attendants to activate the hologram.

"I'd love to hear from you in person and tell you everything about the Battle of Campinas System."

"I'd be happy to share everything about that place with you," Perturabo said to Nimrod, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression, without taking a step forward. "I'd like to invite you to the Tears of Iron; I'll show you everything there."

"And some new works I've created in my spare time."

Upon hearing this, Nimrod readily replied, "I would be delighted to visit your flagship."

The two Primarch boarded an Aquila Shuttle and flew to the 20-kilometer-long iron-gray Gloriana-class Battleship.

Nimrod entered Perturabo's command room and immediately sensed a suffocating atmosphere.

Although this is one of the few places on the Iron Blood with windows, they are merely narrow, slit-like gaps between arched iron beams.

After bowing, the Iron Warriors and their Servitor immediately threw themselves into their arduous and busy work.

Perturabo began to succinctly explain the tactical approach and series of actions he had adopted at Campinas, with Nimrod occasionally offering words of praise.

Gradually, Perturabo became more and more detailed in his explanation.

After finishing his presentation on a ship standard day, he still seemed somewhat unsatisfied.

He walked to the workbench and pointed to a model on it.

"This is a fortress I casually built while commanding the battle."

Nimrod walked up to the model and bent down to observe it.

"It adopts a modular design, allowing for the selection of modules such as Energy Core, defensive fortifications, and firepower units as needed."

"Ingenious design, appropriate resource allocation, and flexible fulfillment of diverse firepower requirements."

"You've even considered the future, combining civilian buildings and fortifications into one, with every part of the building serving as a bunker, stronghold, and barracks."

Perturabo said casually, "It's just a piece of work I did casually. I'll turn it into technical documentation and send it to you."

"Of course I need it, but I'd be even more interested to see your ingenuity in other areas besides tools of war."

Nimrod asked tentatively, knowing that only Magnus had visited Perturabo's private collection.

Perturabo's eyes lit up. "Of course."

He said to the Blade of the Spear of his Trident, "Frix..."

"Take the rest of you to rest."

Nimrod followed Perturabo toward his private palace.

One of the long cables above his head connected to the cables of the gate, accompanied by a rumbling mechanical sound.

Nimrod entered Perturabo's palace, which was smaller than his own.

Not only because the Shadow of the Throne has more space, but also because Perturabo is rarely here; he is always busy in the command room developing various plans and reviewing every report.

Nimrod felt somewhat dazed; Perturabo's palace reminded him of Ferrus Manus's Iron Carriage, like the dwellings of a forging workshop.

He immediately noticed the difference: compared to forging, there were more engineering elements involved here.

The workbench integrates an environment simulator, a structural strength tester, and a vibration test bench; laser files and variable-temperature soldering irons are arranged opposite each other...

The entire palace lacked measuring and calculation tools such as digital calipers or Laser Rangefinder, yet it was orderly and well-organized.

Nimrod walked toward a stone platform, where he saw blueprints hanging around the perimeter and lifelike unfinished artworks on stone bases.

Seeing that they hadn't yet been put into a private Storage Vault, he knew that Perturabo still harbored some hopes.

"What a grand city! It's based on the formula of Dönever Astocón, where you use the tools of science and art, employing the laws of perspective to give perfect proportions."

"You understand the art of Olympia?" A hint of surprise flashed in Perturabo's cold eyes.

Nimrod's gaze remained fixed on the model building complex.

"Your art has surpassed the ideas of Olympia, whose world of thought was incomplete; its philosophers focused on classification."

"The tools of art and science are the same. Everything is part of the same whole."

"You've united them with steel and glass to create a magnificent complex, an awe-inspiring palace."

Perturabo's eyes grew brighter and brighter. This was something Magnus hadn't even mentioned; it was his hidden design philosophy within the architecture, a secret he once thought no one would ever discover.

The "Baron of Corruption's" gaze finally settled on the most dazzling building, and the model instantly transformed into countless shapes: circular outlines, foundation plans...

"The most breathtaking thing is the Grand Theatre; it is a perfect embodiment of Geometry beauty."

Perturabo's lips twitched, but he realized it just before it fully rose and forced himself to calm down.

He recalled the artistic ideas they exchanged when the three of them traveled together to the center of the Galaxy to devise a plan to attack the Squats.

As Perturabo was lost in his memories, Nimrod looked at him, his dark eyes meeting Ninglu's icy blue ones.

Why not finish it?

Nimrod had to admit that Perturabo's concept, which combined practicality and artistry, was a perfect building, comparable only to Tizca.

His previous Paragon City designs focused more on efficiency while also taking the environment into consideration.

Even if I were to redesign it from a "Geometry" perspective now, I could probably only achieve this level of quality.

Perturabo unconsciously looked away, remaining silent for several seconds before speaking.

"It requires enormous resources and is too fragile to exist in today's brutal Galaxy."

His eyes were filled with gloom.

"Peaceful and prosperous cities were destroyed in the flames of barbarian warfare; in Terra's past, in this Galaxy, this happened every moment."

"Therefore, it is meaningless. I think only you and Magnus would appreciate it; the other brothers would only think it would become a pointless wreck in the Catastrophe."

"Art without protection and defense is fragile; even our beautiful Angel, in his Angel's Citadel, has no space for art."

Perturabo said helplessly, "Father won't allow me to expend so many resources to build an Utopia."

"No." Nimrod shook his head in denial. Perturabo turned to look at him, his eyes filled with a lingering melancholy.

"Art is not always fragile, as long as its shield is strong enough."

"My Ramillies-class Star Fortress can protect the void, my Bastion-class Energy Shield can protect the entire city, and the Shadow of Order is the shield of protection."

Nimrod gazed into the icy blue eyes and spoke earnestly.

"I have enough resources to build such a city, so..."

He emphasized his words, making a promise.

"Perturabo, complete your artwork, and I will bring your City of Ideals to life."

"I hope Vostonia can become a city like this."

Perturabo's eyes lit up, shining like azure stars, and his rock-like voice was unusually warm.

"Good."

Upon leaving Perturabo's palace, Nimrod naturally made his request.

"Perturabo, I would like to ask you for help in designing a special weapon."

"Of course, no problem," Perturabo said confidently. "It won't prevent me from finishing it."