Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

“In the past, I preferred to manually view the playback data curves of flight parameters. My personal processing speed and data sensitivity are better than the results of the Thinker Array’s operation - which is why I have not invested a lot of research in this area.

Perturabo said that while his brain was constantly performing other high-speed operations, he opened a standard simulated holographic image of Storm Bird and hung it in the center of the long table in the command room.

"But the amount of recent flying parameter data is much larger than before, and the correlation and integrity are also stronger. The performance of the data and models is very good, so I think we can build an automated analysis and decision-making system to evaluate The health status and operating trends of aviation equipment such as Storm Eagle to better maintain the status of the aircraft.”

Sanguinius carefully stepped across the gap left between the piles of parchment on the ground. If he flew up indoors, the air flow he would bring would immediately make the already chaotic command room completely unbearable. Even Perturabo's own private workshop at the bottom of the Iron Blood has never been in such chaos.

Recently, the war blacksmiths have even given up on manually transporting documents. The documents will be transported directly from the sunken groove on the inside of the long table to the Lord of Iron via mechanical conveyor belts.

"Perhaps you can grab some sages from the Mechanicum to help check?" Sanguinius asked friendly.

"I don't think it's a good choice to give Konrad Curze's Voidravens to the Adeptus Mechanicus, although the Adeptus Mechanicus is very interested in their stability."

"In that case, you are clearly different from the Ferus described by Horus," Sanguinius said, walking up to Perturabo. "I mean the attitude towards the Mechanicus."

After several battles, the Archangel became radiant in private, and his Blood Angels were also filled with the vitality brought by fierce battles. Victory is the best nourishment for the growth of the army.

"The Mechanicus and the Empire are not of the same mind, and besides, some of their ideas... I won't mention them."

Perturabo's thoughts paused for a moment. "I did not hear you or Mortarion mention the whereabouts of Horus Luperkar after Galaspar."

He paused, and his busy brain suddenly found time to connect the two things together: "And Morse, he is not on Conrad's ship."

"Horus has received new orders," Sanguinius said. "He told me that he was sorry, but that the information could not be made public until the dust settled."

Perturabo lowered his head and paused for a second, brushing away his distracting thoughts. He believed that whether the two people were responsible for the same thing or two unrelated things, there was no need for him from the other side of the galaxy to interfere.

The focus now is to break through the last series of stubborn fortresses on the surface of the Hrud people and find a way to completely clean up the Hrud underground caves.

Mortarion's suggestion for the underground caverns was to fill them with poisonous gas. After he obtained the first picture of the Hrud shelter fortifications returned from the Iron Warriors exploration equipment, he coldly threw out his suggestions.

These Hrud fortifications are deep into the ground. They are concealed, strong, short, and separated by large distances. They are built using the terrain and can organize a network of oblique fire, side fire, and cross fire. They are relatively unfavorable for long-range firepower and frontal attacks, but After confirming their exhaust capabilities, the absence of poison-filtering ventilation devices, and the sealing of the isolation layer, Mortarion knew that he had come at the right time.

The Hrud people even used vitrified bottom walls. Although the resistance level was quite good due to the unknown technology, there was simply no second more suitable environment for the poisonous gas.

After Sanguinius proposed the accelerated decomposition of toxins by the entropy field, Mortarion turned around and ran to work with Konrad Curze on their second version of the gaseous sol poison bomb, which was bound to destroy the Hrud. Smoke them all out of their caves, or kill them all.

Sanguinius leaned over the table and looked at the military report placed on the other side of Perturabo. "Has the poison gas been put into use yet?"

"Yes. It was an experiment of putting poison gas into the Hrud's underground lair on an asteroid." Perturabo said, exchanging the calculations allocated to the aircraft and the poison gas in his brain. "The results are positive. Except Conrad underestimated the harmful effects of this poison on humans."

He removed one cable, took out another data cable from behind his head, and connected it to the interface on the side of the long table in order to export the file he needed.

"This series of underground fortresses, considering the value brought by the preservation of the planet and the cost of the attack, I tend to continue to rely on ground attacks to complete the cleanup," Perturabo raised his head and looked at the archangel. Pushing the relevant report to Sanguinius, the corresponding cable seemed to be flowing with the luster of electrons.

"Okay," Sanguinius used the combat knowledge he had learned with Horus a few days ago, and the combat memory that the Primarch was born with, to accompany Perturabo to quickly complete the analysis and verification.

"Okay," Perturabo nodded, "This batch of target points has been detected and the internal excavation level is relatively shallow. I am inclined to let Konrad Coze's penetrating bombers be responsible for delivering conventional bombing weapons, and at the same time let They assist in the retargeting of these areas.”

"As for these fortresses, Rogal Dorn is about to arrive. That will be his military exploits."

Sanguinius looked at the string of planets lined up on the west side of the Satradar Abyss battle zone, and smiled: "If the Imperial Fist lives up to its name, it will be a simple mission."

Perturabo snorted without comment.

"Finally, these fortresses," Perturabo stared at the list of battlefields that appeared in front of him, letting the dense Gothic language reflect in his light-colored eyes. Every time he saw the label of a planet, he could almost feel it in his heart. Corresponding specific and updated images are presented, even during the final United Front battle, he was the only Primarch who clearly did not go to the scene of the war at all.

Conrad Curze counts for half. He has never been seen on the battlefield by any living creature outside the Eighth Legion.

"Use poison gas," Sanguinius said, understanding what the Iron Lord meant. "What about... this planet?"

He turned the star map and magnified the image with both hands until finally only a slowly rotating planet remained in the holographic map. The legionary emblems of the Blood Angels, Iron Warriors, and the Night Ghost King's Court were marked above the planet at the same time. This was one of the first planets that the support troops helped the local Iron Warriors conquer when they first arrived in the war zone.

"This planet..." Perturabo said, and Sanguinius noticed a rare hesitation in his words, which was extremely unusual for Perturabo.

He continued to describe: "The interior has been hollowed out by the Hrud people, and a large number of unknown weapons and equipment are stored. The environment is dangerous, the conditions are harsh, the resistance to ground firepower is strong, and it is not suitable for frontal attacks. Any team can enter , are very likely to be directly destroyed by the Hrud."

"If it is not for the purpose of obtaining Hrud weapon samples, there is no need to retain and occupy this place."

Sanguinius studied Perturabo's tired face, "But you do not want to gas it, my brother."

Perturabo was silent for a while before speaking: "Two of my warriors are still inside the Hrud's lair, Sanguinius."

"Can they leave?" Sanguinius asked seriously.

Perturabo turned off the star map projection, propped himself on the edge of the table, and sat back in the steel chair. "Give them a while."