Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Perturabo was not wearing a helmet, something Rogal Dorn was accustomed to. They are all the type who don't often wear helmets - why should the commander-in-chief on the battlefield be fully armed in the strategy room and restrict his sight to an electronic screen that has little benefit to the original body?

If we go to the battlefield, apart from the special green skins growing all over the ground, how many enemies can force the Primarch to wear a helmet to fight?

Because of this, there is no need for the Primarch to follow the Astartes and have their hair cut short or even bald in order to better adapt to the armor.

Except for Horus, both the Wolf King Leman Russ and the red Magnus maintained their extremely thick and fluffy unique hairstyles, inadvertently demonstrating the power of the Primarch in such inconsequential aspects. superiority.

So Rogal Dorn was genuinely confused by Perturabo's head that suddenly began to reflect light.

"What?" Perturabo asked subconsciously, and then his thoughts quickly jumped to the same level as Dorn. "Oh, no, I have my own design."

He nodded to Nardole, Bill Perrin and other war blacksmiths beside him, indicating that they did not need to rush to follow. Then he stepped across the ruins and strode to Rogal Dorn.

This allowed Dorn to see clearly some metal round holes with an average diameter of five millimeters on Perturabo's freshly shaved head.

"I have always been able to clearly feel that the output speed of my thoughts is not proportional to the speed of production." Perturabo said, "I can think of thousands of combat strategies in one second, but I can't take them out of my thoughts. Bring it out and put it into reality.”

He looked at the Genna androids showing surrender in all directions, and his eyes paused briefly on the pipes connected behind their heads. "I have been preparing for the direct connection between thinking and machinery a long time ago, that is, the direct connection between the brain and external equipment, so as to realize the exchange of information between the brain and the equipment, directly control a large number of engineering or battlefield machinery, and provide more efficient information to the children. Deliver information and instructions.”

"If possible, I could even project the art or text creations in my brain directly into the machine..."

"There will be many problems in this," Rogal Dorn said immediately. In front of Perturabo, the time difference between the problems entering Dorn's thinking and blurting them out was within the neural reaction speed of the original gene. "For example, the need for thinking in the mind The discarded parts are mapped together..."

"Let me first be happy with my results, my brother."

"oh."

"Yet there is a trouble," continued Perturabo, as the two came to the tower. Sigismund opened the door to the tower for Rogal Dorn, and the Primarchs stepped in at the same time.

"In terms of technical theory, I have a big difficulty, that is, how to connect the mechanical reaction layer to the interface implant template between the living brain. Even on Terra, this part of the knowledge has been lost in the old night."

"You were inspired in Genna," Dorn said, climbing onto a suspended platform after observing.

The Primarchs climbed onto the platform, the magnetic rails lifting them silently. They ascended to the upper levels of towers hundreds of meters high. The coffin-like hibernation chambers are arranged in a honeycomb grid, kept running by a large number of cables and machinery, and contain thousands of bodies that are indeed human beings.

The lifespan of these humans is already difficult to estimate, and the low energy consumption in deep sleep has greatly extended their lives plagued by genetic diseases. Most Genna are crouched motionless, with cables connected to several nerve bundle access points on their bodies. Their unique soft spike-shaped steel tubes are inserted into the scalp, connecting the mind to countless bionic machines.

Perturabo knocked on the shell of a hibernation chamber that looked like an awake Genna, and a line of local text lit up on the display next to it.

"Speak Gothic?" asked Perturabo.

The local text flashes for a few seconds, switching to a specious language: "We surrender."

"Nardor," Perturabo called to his warsmith. Neither Haco nor Bill were temperamental enough to be diplomats, "deal with this Gennar. And Dorne, yes, I am in Gennar. Got inspired."

Dorn walked with him through the honeycomb icy-blue grid, and Perturabo decided to point to a sleeping Genna as a specimen for explanation if necessary.

"You found a way to connect the data cables to the brain through these interfaces," Dorn said, without asking whether cutting the skull hurt. In his opinion, Perturabo's will was certainly enough for him to endure the pain of operating on himself. “Are these piercings harmful to you?”

"There was no error in this operation," Perturabo said. "Wait until the wound has properly healed before trying to connect the data cable."

He pointed to a cable in the sleeping compartment next to him, "I have made some improvements to this technology. The cable as a whole will be slightly thinner than the interface, with a diameter of about four millimeters, and the hardness is close to that of hair. I A matte material will be used as a protective layer so that it can approximate the texture of braids to a certain extent, as a way to hide the weaknesses.”

"Hair?" Dawn repeated.

"I did not destroy the hair follicle, Dorn. Even if it was destroyed, the repair power of the Primarch is enough to restore it." Perturabo said. "I don't have a problem with my hair."

"Oh," Donne said, "I thought you decided to choose the same hairstyle as Horus. So will you grow it longer again later?"

"In short, of course, hair cannot be preserved during the procedure."

Perturabo touched his smooth head and slid his fingers through some holes that were arranged according to the rules of the brain structure and were extremely small for the Primarch. There was a dull pain in these wounds, and he frowned slightly.

"After the data cable is connected, if the sealing condition of the pipe can be verified and it is confirmed that there will be no leakage during cleaning, it can be lengthened again. I have no experience in re-growing hair on a bald head, and I have never asked Horus about the frequency of his haircuts. Preliminary It is estimated that the entire process will be completed within a year.”

"Okay." Dorn nodded, "There is another sober Genner here."

A man in bright yellow armor trotted over and took over the task of communicating with the Genna man.

"Does the construction of Gennar need to include treatment of Gennar genetic diseases?" Roger Dorn asked.

"Let the Imperial officials decide," Perturabo replied. "Should we continue the lives of the locals, or send new transport ships. Only in Olympia, I am a manager. Besides, I have been busy enough recently."

"Busy about installing the neural interface? That doesn't seem to take up all your energy."

Perturabo looked at Dorn and said, "I will confirm whether you have the right to know about that matter. If so, you will also become part of this great task."

Donn blinked: "I understand, my brother. And will you return to Olympia after our war is over?"

"You want to come and visit?" Perturabo guessed.

"I hope to learn from your management experience and visit. I am curious about a green planet that is not covered by ice and snow." Dorn said honestly, "I want to observe your transformation and construction of the mother planet, and you The oft-mentioned Iron Warriors Memorial.”

"So, what do you think of my neural interface design?"

Dorn didn't understand why Perturabo jumped to the topic.

“It’s very practical,” he said. “It’s not about aesthetics.”

The corner of Perturabo's mouth twitched: "We will talk about the visit to Olympia later. We first find the Primarch of the Ultramar sector."

"Okay. Let's move on," Dawn said calmly.