Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

After deciding what to do with Fulgrim, the Primarchs dispersed and went about their own business. Dorn stopped Lin Fan and asked to talk to him alone.

Dorn's room was square and square. The table and bed were just two flattened stones. There was an unfinished Terra Palace sculpture on the table. Dorn was also very particular about building scaffolding in the unfinished area.

Dorn carefully spread the blanket his grandfather had given him on the stone bed. Compared to his primarch's huge body, the blanket was like a face towel.

"They say you know everything." Dorn spoke first.

"I understand a little, I understand a little." Lin Fan answered modestly.

"I just want to ask a question." Dorn's voice was trembling, and he subconsciously pinched a corner of the blanket. "I don't understand. I don't understand why they rebelled?"

Lin Fan was stunned and looked at Dorn's face.

The face that could not tremble like a thick city wall collapsed, and a tear of confusion and sadness hung on his face that had been slashed with axes.

At this time, Dorne was exactly the same as Dorne who had just ended the siege of Terra. He withstood the breathless continuous offensives of the rebels, witnessed the tragedy of brothers killing each other, and personally sent his seriously injured father to the Golden Throne. .

After doing all this, he walked out of the palace, looking at the devastated ruins, the horror in the eyes of the surviving soldiers, and feeling sad that all the glory in the past had disappeared.

Looking at the sky shrouded in gunpowder smoke and the war-torn universe, Dorn shed a tear and silently asked his brothers why they did this.

"Why the rebellion?" Dorn repeated the question.

Lin Fan looked at Dorn, thinking about his words and how to explain this complicated issue to him.

Because the Primarch is a creation of the cooperation between the Emperor and the Warp, is it destined that half of the Primarch will rebel?

Because the poor situation of the Primarchs on the planet left them with some psychological problems?

Because of the conflict between Grand Astartes and Human Supremacy?

There were so many things to talk about that Lin Fan didn't even know where to start.

In the end, Lin Fan could only answer these in one sentence, which he had said to many people.

Such as Delia, and Erica.

"That's because I didn't come, and now I'm here."

The extremely simple words revealed an unimaginable confidence in the future life. This kind of attitude had only been seen by Donn in his father.

For a moment, Dorn's mind went back to the early days of the Great Crusade, when he followed the Emperor and was responsible for liberating those planets that had fallen into the horrors of the Old Night.

His father has unimaginable wisdom and the power to move mountains and reclaim seas. His father can just like the rulers of some planets occupy mountains and become kings at ease, or live in seclusion and live in seclusion.

But his father did not. He shouldered the burden of saving mankind with his broad shoulders and stumbled forward at a difficult pace.

At that time, the Emperor stood in front of the legionnaires, holding up the Imperial banner with his strong hands and conveying his will to everyone with a firm voice.

"Our great race is standing on the edge of extinction! But I will never allow that to happen! Starting from this planet! Ending to the last planet I can see! Humanity will never be afraid It will continue to wither! You want to ask why? Because I’m here!”

After finishing his memories, Dorn took a deep breath and nodded to Lin Fan, "Then let's start a new expedition. This time we start from the edge and go all the way to Terra."

"This sounds like the second Horus Heresy." Lin Fan made a joke. Dorn was not angry, but replied, "We don't want our father's life this time."

The conversation between the two men was recorded by Trazin who hid it. He numbered the conversation and prepared it for placement in his newly opened Second Great Expedition exhibition room in the museum.

When the fleet sails to the edge of the Ghoul Galaxy, someone will leave the team. The Shark Chapter, Ash Claws and Bloody Rose Battle Sisters responsible for guarding this sector will continue to guard here.

"It's hard to imagine that we can participate in such a great battle." Taboros and Netanev sighed with emotion.

"But it is a pity that Roca is not a saint, he is a dirty and despicable Tzeentch devil." The nuns looked hateful and guilty.

"But don't say that. His suggestions are still useful. After all, in order to gain trust, Demon Tzeentch often lies to others with the truth." Lin Fan comforted him and looked at Seles, who looked hesitant. " Aren't you going to go with your little sisters? I can see they love you very much."

Seles smiled humbly, "They were used to being alone before, and they won't become so weak in the future. I don't belong here."

"I understand, you are someone close to the emperor. No wonder the more I look at you, the more you look like Celestine. The name Seles is to avoid being too conspicuous, right?"

"It's like this... If I appear in the image of Celestine, the people on the planet will lose control, and believers from several surrounding galaxies will start hurried pilgrimages."

"Okay then, how are you going to go back? Can I just chop off your head, like the Chosen One of Khorne?" Lin Fan took out the bayonet in his left hand. He really thought so.

Celestine waved her hands quickly, indicating that she was here to help Lin Fan this time.

Lin Fan nodded and put the bayonet back.

The Space Marines gathered together to pay tribute to their brothers who had fought together.

Perturabo called Tiberius away and told him that he had casually run a foundry on the planet Hovins , asking Tiberius to remember to take it.

Jaghatai let go of his control over the Ash Claw. He took the tea made by Netanev and admired Netanev's growing skill.

"Your life of equal coexistence with mortals has undoubtedly given a wrong brand of discrimination to my brother, Corax. I will find him and claim back the honor and respect that should belong to you in front of your primarch father."

Chagatai's words made Netanev blush on the spot. As a space warrior who bleeds but does not shed tears, Netanev blinked hard to prevent himself from crying embarrassing tears.

"If you have a hard time in the future and encounter any big trouble, remember to ask us for help. Terra is far away, and the cafeteria is very close. As long as you come, you will always have a bite to eat." Lin Fan patted his chest and immediately Just spit out a bottle of old soup to Netanev as a souvenir.

The Weeper Chapter continued to follow the fleet, and Chapter Master Hope solemnly left his record in the archives.

"From the day I met these respectable elders, the Weeper's fate full of misfortune and discrimination disappeared, and only ideals worth striving for were left on the road to the future."