The so-called Titan Training Method was a training regimen Mordred had devised based on his own circumstances, as well as data from other Primarchs.
Its core principle was to awaken a Primarch's potential at the brink of life and death, gradually increasing the intensity until they surpassed their limits and became an Ultimate Being.
In Mordred's view, you needed to stay alive to deal damage. If you got wiped out by some unknown area-of-effect attack, you might as well go home and raise dinosaurs. At least dinosaurs were useful from head to toe: you could ride them, eat their meat, and make bags from their hides.
It sounded wildly unreliable, but it was actually quite scientific. After all, Mordred himself could do it. He could now withstand bombardment from ship-mounted lances without dying, and if he got lucky, he could even leave behind an intact corpse.
Measured by destructive power, Mordred was worth at least One Dog Power and could go head-to-head with a Dog Tank. Add Hunter Armor and the buffs from his various abilities, and Master Mordred, as a Blood Tank, might even be able to take down a Warlord if he launched a sneak attack.
But only Perturabo herself knew just how awful this training plan was. She had already begun to regret it.
The rapidly maneuvering tall humanoid figure dodged the barrage filling the sky. Even the weakest War Hound-class Titan carried firepower terrifying enough to make one's scalp tingle.
War Hounds were more agile than other models, especially this Dire Wolf variant. Being bombarded by a twenty-meter-tall steel behemoth was practically suicidal.
And that was exactly what it was. With one small mistake, Perturabo was engulfed by the artillery barrage and blasted into the air. She landed in a direct backfall, sprawled on the ground