The Lord of Iron's Wisdom

The pressure on the Legions on the Ullanor Crusade was greatly reduced.

According to the original plan, the Emperor intended to wait until the Warmaster was appointed before proceeding with other actions.

But after Han Mingxuan did that at the Luna base...

The Emperor then became somewhat worried.

For no other reason than that Han Mingxuan revealed the existence of another soul entity within Curze's mind.

He had always known how much Han Mingxuan valued Curze, so the fact that Han Mingxuan could reveal Curze's secret now proved that the time was almost up.

Therefore, the Emperor could no longer wait.

So he began the next move as quickly as possible.

He immediately ordered the entire Seventh Legion to return to defend Terra.

This news was announced to the entire Imperium; everyone knew it.

Almost simultaneously, Nostramo sent a message.

It was issued in the name of the Lord of the Eighth Legion, Grand Inquisitor Curze.

Request the mobilization of the IV Legion to assist in the defense of Nostramo and jointly construct the Nostramo defense system.

Upon hearing the news, the IV Legion rushed over without stopping.

"Uncle, we've arrived."

"Thank you for your hard work, Perturabo. Next, Defensio will explain the entire Nostramo defensive system to you in detail, and then we'll need your help to optimize it further."

"No problem, leave it to me."

"Grown ups."

Perturabo looked at Defensio, this was the young man who had gone to the 7th Legion.

"No need for formalities, warrior. Take me to see the defense system first."

"There's no need for such trouble, sir."

Then, Defensio took out a very small device.

Opening it reveals a holographic projector displaying detailed information about the entire Nostramo defense system.

"This is a defense system built based on the Necrontyr technology, and all the knowledge I have learned."

Perturabo took the holographic projection and discovered the problem in less than 10 minutes.

"Perhaps your skills are lacking, some details are not handled perfectly, and even some technical transitions are a bit awkward. It's just brute force. Am I right?"

Upon hearing Perturabo's words, Defensio knew he had met the right person.

"That's true, sir."

"Don't worry, now that I'm here, these problems will be solved."

The two then engaged in a heated discussion about Nostramo's defensive system.

Then the two hit it off.

Defensio was amazed by the Lord of Iron's understanding of the entire construction project, whether in terms of siege or defense, he was a master in his own right.

Perturabo's feelings for Defensio were even more pronounced.

I wish we had met sooner.

That damned Warp rock, it actually left such a promising talent with the Seventh Legion.

What a waste!

"Defensio, you are excellent, truly excellent."

"Next, I will teach you step by step the offensive and defensive strategies of the Iron Warriors."

"I am all ears, sir."

At that very moment, far away in Terra, Roger Dorn suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"What's wrong, my brother?"

Guilliman, who had returned to his work at the Administratum, noticed that Dorn seemed distracted, so he went over to ask him what was wrong.

"I don't know, Roboute. Just now, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine."

Upon hearing Dorn's words, Guilliman knew something was wrong.

"Brother, think carefully and see if there's anything very important that you've overlooked."

"Based on my past experience, if you encounter this situation, the most likely explanation is that you have overlooked something very important."

"And if this matter goes off track, you'll be heartbroken."

"Thanks for reminding me, brother. I'll take it seriously."

In fact, after Guilliman gave the hint, Rogal Dorn immediately locked onto his target.

The IV Legion, Iron Warriors, Lord of Iron, Perturabo.

He didn't know why he thought that way, but it was just a subconscious thought.

Sigismund.

"I am here, Father."

"Find out the current movements of the IV Legion, and where Defensio is."

"Yes!"

Soon, Sigismund brought the most accurate news.

"Father, according to the information we've gathered, the IV Legion is currently constructing the defenses of Nostramo, and Defensio is with the IV Legion."

"What?!"

How could Defensio be with the IV Legion? How could they possibly be together?

"That is indeed true, Father. As you know, Defensio was the designer of the entire Nostramo defense system."

Upon hearing this news, Dorn became restless and began pacing back and forth in his Office from time to time.

Admittedly, he could breach Perturabo's Fortress.

But as Primarch, there are some things he should acknowledge.

Perturabo's transformation can be described as earth-shattering.

His speech at Olympia was known to all the Primarch afterward.

With just one speech, he steered the entire Olympia onto a different path. While his Uncle's assistance played a role, his personal charisma was undeniable.

And Defensio...

At this moment Dorn was actually a little scared.

He feared that his most valued soldiers would be poached by the IV Legion.

Sigismund.

"Father."

"You'll go to Nostramo on my behalf, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, Father."

On the other side, inside the command center of Nostramo's Fortifications.

After understanding the entire process, Perturabo did not rush to start construction; instead, he looked at Defensio.

Can you tell me about your Psychic Power talents?

"Yes, sir. My Psychic Power talent allows me to enhance materials, with a maximum strength increase of 40%."

"Are you sure it's 40%?!"

"Yes, sir."

"Can it only be enhanced individually?"

"That's how it is so far, sir, but don't worry, I can keep up."

"So what did you learn when you went to the Seventh Legion?!"

Upon hearing Defensio's affirmative answer, Perturabo felt his vision go black.

"Um... sir, as you know, the main focus back then was on Anti-Corruption work, with occasional assistance to the Seventh Legion's military operations."

"That damned Warp rock, Dorn, he's wasting resources, he's squandering them, he's committing a crime!"

Defensio was somewhat bewildered.

But after venting his anger, Perturabo immediately conjured up a delicate instrument by hand.

"Strengthen it, Defensio, strengthen it now."

"Strengthen?"

"Yes."

Defensio didn't know why, but he could only do as he was told.

As expected, the strength of the machinery increased.

Then Perturabo produced some materials, and immediately the machine produced another synthetic material.

"The approach is correct, Defensio. The strength of this synthetic material has increased by 10%."

Boom!

Defensio was stunned.