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

abuse.

This kind of thing does not appear in Donne's dictionary. He will be angry and hesitant about certain things, but he will never let his emotions control his reason and let his mouth spout meaningless words that vent.

But this time, Dawn didn't want to say anything other than curse.

The uglier Dorn's face became, the brighter Perturabo's face became. It was the first time for Jaghatai and Fulgrim to see Perturabo look so heartless.

"Let's go over it from the beginning. After all, this is what you insisted on asking for." Odemeyer held a tablet in his hand and got what he wanted with a few swipes.

"Would you like to see it yourself, or should I explain it to you?"

"Let me read it." Perturabo couldn't wait to take the tablet away and cleared his throat solemnly.

"Plop..." Looking at the message on the tablet, Perturabo still couldn't help laughing. It wasn't until Odemeyer stared at him fiercely that Perturabo regained his composure.

"Twenty Tau trading ships were destroyed, two gaseous star particle construction arrays were severely damaged, the Titanium trade exchange area of ​​​​the Big Dining Hall was tactically airborne, and the number of resident casualties soared to in one minute..."

"I...I'm sorry." Dorn lowered his head and said in frustration, "My heir was not like this before."

"Whatever, I spared their lives because they kept shouting the name of the God Emperor, otherwise I would have chopped them into fertile fields!" Odemeyer complained, "Your heirs have heads one by one. It was so stiff that I even took out this damn double-headed eagle, and the golden light of its bulging buling didn't even make them stop."

"What are they calling me for?" Odemeyer looked back at Delia. Before Delia could say anything, she slapped her head and said, "They called me a dirty lackey of the evil god who played with illusory magic. The witch..."

Dorn silently accepted Odemair's complaints, and then he followed Odemair to see his heir in the prison.

As soon as a crack in the explosion-proof door was exposed, ugly and dirty words rushed out from inside the door.

"Damn witch! Dirty alien! You must wash away your crimes with blood!"

"You can immobilize the warriors of the great God Emperor, but you absolutely cannot conquer our hearts! The blood of our father Dorne is flowing in our bodies!"

Odemair spread his hands helplessly, and Dorn's face turned a light red.

......

"Marshal, I can feel those heretics getting closer and closer to us." A champion swordsman said softly. He was suspended in a gravity-free prison. The armor on his body was locked, and there was no place to move except his head. .

Marshal Helbrecht opened his eyes, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

Looking around, the Black Templar warriors of the entire expedition fleet were trapped in this weightless prison.

Shame...what a shame...

Helbrecht gritted his teeth. He was tormented by the fire of incompetent shame.

In the face of failure, some people will look for excuses to excuse themselves, such as the enemy is too strong and their own strength is too weak.

But the loyal Black Templars will never tolerate such cowardly behavior. They are born to be the sharp blades of the God Emperor, carrying out the God Emperor's will to clear away the darkness in the universe.

In this process, there is no room for weakness, no room for pity, no room for doubt, and no room for regret.

The belief in worshiping the God-Emperor is absolute, and only death in battle is the deserved reward.

The anti-gravity field and armor locks were suddenly released, and Helbrecht and his brothers fell to the ground. They quickly adjusted their bodies and landed on their feet, then raised their fists in preparation for battle.

"Dirty witchcraft!" a Black Templar warrior roared angrily.

The closed door opened, and Odemair's figure was the first to appear. She had incurred the most hatred from the Black Templar.

The soldiers rushed to Odemair, vowing to tear her dirty body apart in the name of the God-Emperor and throw her into the fire forever.

As the door opened wider and wider, four tall figures stood beside Odemair. They looked at the rushing Black Templar warriors with complicated expressions.

"For the sake of the damn emperor, can you please stop and listen to me first?" Odemeyer took out the holy statue given to him by Lin Fan, which only aroused Helbrecht's hatred even more. .

"That damn witch is using a disgusting evil thing to simulate the gift of the great God-Emperor! How real this illusion is! But we are the embodiment of the God-Emperor's wrath! We are his ruthless butcher's knife! Kill the witch! Burn the evil thing !”

"Slaughter the heretics!" the Black Templar warriors roared in unison.

The atmosphere in the field was divided into two parts. On one side was the hatred and anger released by Helbrecht, and on the other side was coldness and depression.

Dorn's anger was rising. He tried his best to control his emotions and build up mental barriers as much as possible to prevent out-of-control flames from erupting from his body.

But the body is honest after all, and the heart powerfully pumps high-temperature blood to the top of the head. His legs were shaking, and the body inside the armor was flowing with sulfur-smelling sweat.

Resisting the emotion of strangling Sigismund, Dorn gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Stop all your movements."

His voice was not apparent in the roar, but all the Black Templars shuddered.

Strange, too strange, this sense of obedience and fear derived from genes made the Black Templar warriors puzzled.

"Being able to see this makes everything worth it." Perturabo took out a small steel stool, sat on it, and started the video equipment on his body.

Dorn's heavy steps were the only thing left in the prison. Every time he took a step closer, several Black Templars trembled and instinctively knelt down to their genetic father.

Marshal Helbrecht of the Black Templars looked at Dorn blankly. He was the only one who did not kneel to Dorn.

"Father? Is that you?"

All the anger dissipated when Helbrecht said "Father", and Donne looked at Helbrecht helplessly, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.

Donne is not a heartless person, he is just not good at expressing himself.

"Father? It's really you! Our great genetic father!" Helbrecht shouted excitedly. His loud and excited voice made Dorn frown slightly, and his anger was once again aroused.

"Great! This is the best gift from the God Emperor! I am ready, Father! Please lead us to kill all the heretics! Mutants! Aliens! Let their blood spill on the earth! From now on This disgusting planet begins!”

Looking at Helbrecht, Dorn put a hand on his shaking shoulder, then knocked him unconscious with one punch and woke him up with the next.