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"However, although our original cast recruits were able to successfully complete the surgery, the problem lies in the armor—how can we supply so many of our original cast troops with power armor without being detected?"
Original Forging was not just a simple human body adjustment; it also involved the supply of corresponding armor, weapons, and equipment—but unfortunately, the current Phoenix Sage has nothing.
Even Kaul himself had only just received the data from the original Castor modification, and the design of the new power armor was still in the sketch stage...
"Wouldn't all of our current power armors need fine-tuning to achieve the original effect?"
The prepared power armor needs to be modified again before it can be used.
"How could I have forgotten about that..."
Looking at the Phoenix Son recruit who had suddenly grown a head taller, Kasgar slapped his forehead in frustration.
"......commander."
"Ok?"
Upon hearing the shouts, Kaska hesitated and looked at the other person.
That's... Oh.
Kaska had a good impression of Iron Warrior, who had been teaming up with Tytus in the arena.
His strength is considerable; if Kasga's estimate is correct, he is probably at the level of a company commander in a newly formed regiment.
After successfully escaping Comoros, he accepted an invitation from Casgar to join the Phoenix Chapter.
According to him, this place is ten times, or even nine times, better than Iron Warriors.
He refused to return to Peturabo's steel empire no matter what.
It's unknown what kind of treatment he received from the Iron Lord.
Most importantly, his mechanical manufacturing skills are also quite good, making him a technical sergeant that the entire battle group is currently lacking.
In the field of mechanics, they are indeed extremely rare talents among the Phoenix Sons.
What are your thoughts?
"Over here."
Following the star map pointed to by the other party and opening it, a forging world of a mechanical heresy (not the Dark Mechanicus, but a Mechanicus that does not belong to the human empire) appeared before Casgar's eyes.
"This is the steel forging factory that our steel empire is proud of."
Hero Kasgar, this way.
The production pipelines here have been modified and improved by Primarch Peturabo himself. As long as one has the blueprints for the Primarch armor, this forging world can produce finished products using its stored minerals.
It is said that this incredible computing power and design originated from a powerful ancient mechanical artifact that was once discovered on one of the planets...
If we can figure out how to "borrow" the entire production capacity of the Forge World, producing a warband-sized amount of Prototype armor will not be a problem at all.
"Petulabo, huh..."
A sinister smile appeared on Casca's face.
Chapter 241 Peturabo, you wouldn't want this either...
......
Extreme Starfield.
Olympia, the capital of the Steel Empire.
As a "country within a country" existing in the human world, the rebellious and disloyal acts here should, in theory, have been swiftly annihilated by the human empire after the great rebellion.
Unfortunately, this small world is guarded by the Iron Lord, Perturabo, and his iron warriors.
The defensive fortifications designed by the Iron Warrior Primarch blocked all the fleets that came to quell the rebellion.
Every world is protected by endless steel fortifications. Even worlds that are worthless and don't need any construction are required by the fanatical Peturabo to have base defenses built that cover the entire terrain.
With such a high density of buildings, even though the human empire had organized several annihilation fleets, they ultimately returned empty-handed after paying a thousand times the price.
Even when Regent Roboute Guilliman and his Ultramarines tried to "persuade" Perturabo to repent and return to the Empire, he was still rejected.
According to the Iron Lord, Perturabo is confident that he can die here alongside Guilliman.
Even if Guilliman were to destroy his steel empire at great cost, Perturabo would never allow the other side and its five hundred star systems to live in peace.
He no longer cares about anything, but Guilliman still needs to save the dying human empire.
Barefoot people aren't afraid of those wearing shoes.
If you don't dare, then don't bother him anymore.
He would no longer serve his hypocritical emperor father in the slightest, nor would he have any further dealings with the pathetic empire under his rule.
It's set up.
For the past ten thousand years, even during the three thousand years when Guilliman fell into slumber and all the Primarchs of the Empire departed, the Iron Empire truly did not launch a single attack, just as Peturabo had said.
Even within the Iron Empire, Primarch Peturabo is rarely seen anymore.
After that, the relationship between the human empire and the steel empire continued uneventfully.
Even the Martian Mechanicus secretly engaged in some clandestine exchanges with the Iron Empire due to technical reasons.
......
Olympia, under Peturabo's transformation, has become a complete steel world.
Unimaginable steel structures stretch upwards from the planet's surface, layer upon layer.
Under Peturabo's meticulous construction, this eternal steel jungle will ceaselessly produce more processed building materials and finished metal products, further strengthening his already heavily armed steel empire.
"My lord, I have a message to convey to you."
Accompanied by the clanging of steel footsteps, Peturabo's most trusted subordinate, the war blacksmith Honso, opened the secure door to the secret chamber.
The steel-constructed passageway had no windows—just like the design Peturabo had used on the Ironblood. Honso strode forward, approaching one of the Iron Ring Automatons.
Only a handful of Trident members knew Peturabo's location, and only war blacksmiths like Honso, who were deeply trusted by the enemy, knew which Iron Ring Automaton was transmitting information to the Primarch.
In fact, Honseau himself didn't know why this happened—
In fact, his origins were not honorable—Honsor did not remember his origins; he was born in a mysterious underground laboratory and possessed pre-loaded Space Marine knowledge.
He knew that one of his genetic fathers was Peturabo. In order to return to his father's side, Honso hid in the Middle East of the Human Empire for more than half a year, and finally managed to escape to the Iron Empire by sneaking into a corpse transport ship.
And then he finally met Peturabo, one of the fathers of his own genes whom he had never met before.
Of course, this was practically a declaration of his own death.
Perturabo doesn't like being disturbed—some brave souls tried to go up and were thrown out as corpses by the iron ring robots and into the incinerator.
However, to everyone's surprise, Peturabo did not kill the ungrateful fellow outright.
Even after Hong Su made some rude remarks, the Lord of Iron was not angry at all. Instead, he asked Hong Su to play chess with him with great interest.
It is clear that Honso is no match for PIXNET – after losing five games in a row, Peturabo said that Honso is just a mediocre and incompetent guy.
If he can't come up with something that interests him, he might end up like those other useless guys before him, getting scooped out by the iron ring robot.
But at the start of the sixth and final game, Pi, like a true father, patiently guided Hongsuo to break free from his fixed mindset: "Don't fight like a steel warrior, Hongsuo. I want you to fight like yourself. Fight like Hongsuo."
—Is this something Peturabo would say?
...Petulabo only showed a relieved smile after Hunso finally won.
She's so gentle and thoughtful.
He was completely different from the cold-blooded and ruthless Iron Lord in the rumors.
Even Hong Su himself didn't know why he was being treated so kindly by Hong Su alone.
"what's up?"
Peturabo's question pulled him out of his previous thoughts.
"Abaddon of the Black Legion—he is plotting his thirteenth expedition to Cadia. Once it is accomplished, the Eye of Terror will expand smoothly, and the False Emperor's pathetic empire will collapse afterward."
Abaddon claimed that all twelve of his expeditions were preparations for this final blow.
It's easy to imagine just how important this thirteenth Black Crusade was to Abaddon.
"He is willing to offer you the Blackstone Fortress as a gift in exchange for your help."
The war blacksmith Hong Suo stepped forward and reported to the Iron Ring Automaton.
However, he was met with silence.
"Okay, is there anything else?"
The Iron Lord remained noncommittal about his nephew, who was plotting to destroy the Empire.
"And... the Archsage Belisarius Caul of the Mechanicus of the Imperium of Man, in his capacity as Chapter Master of the Phoenix Sons, sent us a message—"
Hong Su frowned.
"My dear friend, I'm back to see you again."
"Petulabo, you don't want your activities at the Taliakren Grand Theatre to be exposed, do you?"
"We await your arrival in your forging world, the Steel Bastion."
"Ha ha ha ha."
(Reading in a monotone)
Snapped.
At this moment,
The steel gate in front of Hong Suo, which had been closed for countless years, was now open once again.
“Take me to see him.”
Peturabo said calmly.
......
The Iron Empire was heavily guarded.
However, this mechanical transport ship carrying a large amount of minerals was able to pass smoothly through Mandeville, which was guarded by numerous Iron Empire fleets.
This is a mining vessel provided by the Mechanical Repair Service in accordance with the agreement.
In order to meet the needs of construction, the Steel Empire requires a large amount of minerals, stone and energy. Obviously, the current output of the mining world within the Steel Empire is far from meeting its strong demand.
In this situation, it would be necessary to obtain the minerals that the human empire urgently needs through trade.
Despite repeated emphasis from within the Mechanicus that those who sided with the Iron Empire were impure mechanical heretics and that their actions would not be blessed by Omnesia, the god of machines.
But this still couldn't stop many great sages of the Mechanicus—such as Caul—from secretly using various means to bypass the Inquisition fleet and exchange the Mechanicus's mineral resources for Peturabo's construction technology.
Although the two sides appear to be mortal enemies, they have always been secretly exchanging glances.
But to be honest, there was no real hatred between the human empire and Peturabo.
Even if there were any, people would have calmed down by today, ten thousand years from now.
Unfortunately, the stubborn Peturabo never had the concept of calming down.
"The Steel Bastion is on the third planet in this star system, over there."
The main bridge of the mechanical transport ship.
The one directing the ore-laden transport ship into the Steel Empire beside Nacasca was the Steel Warrior who had suggested seeking help from Peturabo.
Now, having completed the original forging transformation, the former Space Marine Little Potato has suddenly grown into an extremely tall...
Although it is still square, the sense of oppression it gives people is completely different from the past.
Under his command, the ships that Casca had obtained from Caul flew the flags of mineral trading and evaded the patrols and inspections of the Steel Empire, sailing towards the space port of the Steel Bastion.
A single transport ship poses little threat to a fully armed steel empire.
Nevertheless, Steel Bastion has not recently placed any new ore orders...
"It is me, Kadan, formerly the company commander of the 32nd Company of the Fourth Battalion of the Iron Warriors."
"By order of the Iron Lord, we need to carry out a classified mission on the Steel Bastion."
However, this record is not in our data.