Warhammer: Decided to take the route of stars surrounding the warp

He is a rock.

He has warmth.

After the confusion of chaos disappeared, Rogal Dorn thought about the matter seriously.

Chaos Whispers are not all mistakes. The mixture of truth and lies, or even the connection of fragments of truth, is a brilliant deception.

Leaning closely against the black stone coffin, the primarch's confidence was now free of chaos interference.

The way the other party's words gained power was definitely wrong. Donne didn't even have to think about this, but...

The nature of subspace....

Donne did not deny this, but he had no idea what his essence was and how to unlock it, which made him confused.

Guilliman once told him that he hated the Warp, even if he was in it.

The meeting in the early days of the Great Crusade did not arouse Dorn's thinking. At that time, the Imperial Fists occupied the capital system of a powerful enemy, and Guilliman's fleet had just sailed out of the subspace. Dorn thought that Guilliman was in the subspace. What undercurrents were affected during space navigation?

Now think about it, it seems to imply something.

Among the imperial information brought by the Mechanic Priest just now, there was confidential information that caught his attention. The Regent had met the Crow King.

The brother they once thought was the brother who defected into the subspace.

He appeared in the middle of a war, swooping in completely invisible, suddenly appearing from the shadows behind "Guilliman", the two met very briefly, and then entered the subspace.

In the narrative of "Guilliman", after entering the subspace, he turned into countless crows and pursued the demon primarch Lorgar.

Dorn felt surprised. It seemed that many brothers were aware of this. Khan said that he felt a mysterious power during the battle with Mortarion on Terra. He thought it was his father's power.

The Wolf King's Dionysian Spear seems to have the ability to see through the essence.

Chaotic information flowed chaotically in Dorn's mind. Not only did he have to judge whether these brothers were awakened, but he also had to think about how the other party had awakened.

Corax, the only one who was clearly awakened, left almost no message and ran away.

Dorn's thinking did not affect his battle. The sword quickly passed over the demon's neck.

Ralph didn't understand what he meant by "it's me". Is the original body planning to stay here alone?

By the way, where are the Imperial Fists' Primarch Guards? Why do you need me, an Iron Warrior, to protect Dorne?

"This is not your war, this is all of our war." Ralph tried to admonish Dorn. He had always been calm, why did he suddenly rush here?

Didn’t you just meet Malak? Could it be that Malak knew something about Dorne?

Ralph couldn't figure it out. There were too many demons, and the multiple lines of thinking were almost not enough to calculate the trajectory, let alone guess the original body's thoughts.

"What is your nature, Ralph?"

Donn's sudden words confused Ralph.

Are you here to think about philosophical issues?

"Iron Warriors," he replied.

This was obviously not the answer Dorn wanted, but he began to guess his true nature through everything he showed.

From the Imperial Fists, his descendants pushed himself back.

It is very difficult to infer his own essence from what he hopes to do and what he is good at doing. It is mixed with too much of his subjective impression of himself.

He began to review his life since he landed on that lonely and cold planet. Gradually, he found that at least the first experience was useless.

He displayed a mechanical aptitude for fort repairs and spent much of his first half of his life repairing forts.

Then came the Emperor, who named the huge fortress Phalanx and gave it to the Emperor as a gift.

The subsequent campaign seemed boring, the great rebellion was heartbreaking, the sorrow of not meeting death haunted him, and the legion was divided.

The Feast of Blades unites the Scions, and ultimately the Wall Plan protects Terra.

That was all, his life was spent in war and repairs.

He is exploring his subconscious, the places he has never noticed, the places he has objected to

He is an extremely pragmatic person and doesn't like fancy things, such as... naming.

Because if you call the fortress a tank, the fortress will not turn into a tank, it will still be what it is.

Donne took the hardest step and found the thing he least cared about before. That's where the subconscious mind comes into play.

Why Phalanx?

What is he against? He doesn't like the Codex Astartes, but he has no objections...

No, Donne realized that, he was against that Code because he had plans that went against it.

Why is it named "The Final Wall"?

Because he believed that he was the ultimate wall, the wall of Terra, the wall of the Emperor, that plan would make all Imperial Fists members considered traitors by the High Lords.

This shows that he cares more about the safety of the Emperor than the reputation of those "traitors".

Dorn recited the memories as if writing an autobiography, and then began to evaluate the original body as a person who read the autobiography.

When time passed little by little, and the adamantine warriors around him turned into standing corpses. He and Ralph, who was carrying the body of Sister Silence, were like a dark rock in the colorful soul waves. Dorn fell into a deep Deeply confused.

When he evaluates himself, even Guilliman, who is known for his rationality, will mix in a lot of subjective emotions, but his stubborn and stubborn character forces him to continue to evaluate himself.

"Retreat, we are useless here. Most of the demons we killed should have been annihilated by Titan's gunfire in the subsequent war."

Dorn remained motionless, he did not feel confused. When countless fanciful ideas, fortresses, black stones, forbidden armies, fine gold, etc. all turned into failure, Dorn felt that his own essence might be one of the directions to break through the deadlock. one.

He was sure that he would not collapse. Even if he failed to explore the essence, he would continue to persevere and look for the next method.

and many more.

Will not crash.

What is needed here is to never collapse.

A frightening "cold" spread to Ralph's body, making him tremble.

The flow of the surrounding subspace is slow and stagnant as a result.

At first, Ralph thought he had been stabbed. He often experienced this situation. When he was about to die, the cold would take over his perception.

He stood firm and fought against the demons around him, but he found that the demon's body became extremely slow.

?

Excessive secretion of adrenaline will make him stronger and faster, but it won't be to such an extent.

He glanced into the distance and saw that the speed of the demon outside had not changed.

No, they are moving away from here.

Ralph looked at Dorn alertly. In his eyes, the original body at this time was extremely tall, like a mountain that had stood in the world for hundreds of millions of years.

This kind of cold is not the severe cold in Fenris, where everything around seems to be frozen by a blizzard, nor is it the life-stealing death call in Valhalla.

This coldness...no, coldness is a manifestation.

Dorn entered a very strange state, and the demons around him seemed to be frozen, just like dozens of Silent Sisters dancing in circles around it, so heavy that they could not move.

cold?

Temperature is simply the thermal motion of molecules.

When they stick to their position, motionless, it is absolute zero.

Strictly observe military orders and form arrays!

The cold spread like a city wall, opening an icy front under the hole in the webway. Is it order? Reverse entropy?

Ralph couldn't understand the situation.

The "cold" expanded into the subspace, and all spiritual energy flows were stagnant, like a rushing river gradually condensing into ice.

Ralph was too close to Dorne. When he looked up, he could only see the "power pack" area of ​​Dorne's golden armor, but could not see the face of the primarch.

It's not dark cold, blue cold.

At this time, Ralph felt like he was looking at a mountain of fine gold.

A tall, majestic mountain that nothing can break.

His wrath is like an avalanche, his will is like a mountain, and his body is far stronger than gold.

He is Rogal Dorn, Lord of the Seventh Legion, Stone, Praetor of Terra, son of the Emperor.

Rogal Dorn thought of the stupid things he did back then.

He wears the Gloves of Pain.

Although it is called a glove, the electrical fiber network inside it spreads along the black carapace to the whole body of the warrior. It will continuously release neurological currents. The stimulation will not harm the body, but will cause great pain.

It was also worn by the entire Imperial Fists, as they believed that the pain behind them would create a spiritual connection with their Primarch.

But Dorne.

Foolish Dorne, stubborn Dorne.

He just wanted to bear the pain on behalf of other loved ones.

He wished it was him who died instead of Saintlys, but he couldn't.

He wished it was him and not the Emperor who suffered for eternity, but he couldn't.

He wanted all his brothers to be safe and to let the danger come to him, but he couldn't.

He did too many things, building fortifications non-stop and attacking to destroy the enemy, but everyone he cherished would not stay because of his efforts, and they all left him.

He had been through so much that he couldn't believe what he could do.

Now, at this moment, he remembered again what he had shouted for the millionth time, "Why not me?!"

It is now I who will bear the Emperor's sufferings.

Dorn's sudden display of abilities shocked everyone in the rear. The Titans even stopped firing. The scattered demons were not worthy of a Titan-level cannonball.

The "city wall" is not long enough or thick enough.

Because this is not what Dorn wants to bet on.

He looked toward the breach in the Webway, the source of all evil, the sin of Magnus, Malcador's murderer, the source of the Emperor's pain.

Years later, Malak would always talk about these amazing legends when he woke up. The sunrise on the Webway he witnessed, but it was still not as shocking as this day.

He witnessed the ascension.

The ascent of a mountain.

Dorn jumped up like a shooting star, which was not a description this time.

He really was constantly expanding like a meteorite. The golden armor was swallowed up by him, and his flesh and blood completely disappeared, leaving only an ever-expanding adamantine rock.

Or Yao Jin.

The Custodes could not tell what it was.

He rose higher and higher, getting bigger and bigger. When he rose into the air, he looked like a mountain rising from the ground. His whole body was gilded, sacred and majestic.

Mountains of adamantine rise in the webway.

He was so cold and callous that everything around him froze.

Everyone in the webway saw him, like spectators at a sacred ceremony.

The tide of demons shrank instantly as if they had seen something terrifying. The demons that charged back even started fighting with other unsuspecting demons.

The powerful demon jumped down from the hole and landed on the adamantine mountain. It immediately felt the power of annihilating everything. The mountain was extremely hard, and the demon claws on its feet could not tear apart an inch. An extreme force The cold froze its body, but its feet felt hot enough to melt.

The wind in the mountains is like the kiss of the Sisters of Silence, but the ground beneath your feet is the iron fist of the Emperor.

The big demon screamed and fled, its power dwindling every moment, as if... it seemed like it had entered the realm of another evil god.

And the other party doesn't want to corrupt you, he just wants to destroy you.

Rogal Dorn's fully liberated form guarded the breach in the Webway, sealing it tightly.

The hole has been enlarged by demons countless times during these ten thousand years, but Dorn's body seems to be able to change its size at will, and the adamantine mountains suppress evil spirits forever.

For the first time, Malak truly admired a "person" other than the Emperor. It was all so dreamy that even he was stunned for a moment.

.....

The demons still in the webway turned and ran.

They ran in the other direction. The Emperor's Webway was rough, savage, and a half-finished product, but it still connected some of the Eldar's Webways, and the Eldar also sealed the Webway connection points immediately.

There is no escape for the demons.

The war is over?

Everyone was stunned. They didn't know how to describe the current situation, and they couldn't even believe that the war was over.

Countless times they imagined that these black stone spiers would turn into a state of amplified psychic energy in an instant, the Emperor's spiritual energy bursting out from the black stone spiers, and the Lord of Mankind announcing his return to the bastards in the Webway in the most proud manner.

But now...

Relf called his comrades on the communication channel:

"In the past five hundred days and nights, we used all our faith and blood to try to prove that we could repel the devil's attack without the Emperor. But now, everything is telling us that we are too inferior. We won this war without the Emperor! For the sake of our fallen comrades, move forward!"

The Forbidden Army immediately launched a mass charge, and thousands of strong men standing at the pinnacle of reality roared and rushed towards the fleeing demons.

They stepped out of the anti-psionic bunker and rushed beneath the breach in the Warp for the first time in eleven thousand years, rushing deeper into the Emperor's constructed Webway.

The adamantine warriors also wanted to rush out after them, but a strong force pulled them back.

The war is not over yet.

The chain link continues.

The Emperor has not yet returned, and the pain of psychic pain has lingered in their hearts for so long. The warriors gathered tightly around Ralph...

To be precise, around Ina.

Magnus's coffin was buried under the remains of the Sisters of Silence, and the Primarch Guards of the Imperial Fists surrounded him, their hearts at this time in great pain.

Like Dorne when the Emperor's badly wounded body sat on the Golden Throne.

This is the helplessness of the weak. The Eldar will never let Xiqigao or the Eldar Death sit there and block the hole because of a breach in the webway, but the Human Empire has no other choice.

The entire webway army suddenly relaxed. This was the human empire's biggest trump card.

The evil gods must know that a smelly stone suddenly blocked the mouth of the bottle. They must be aware of it.

But the orcs didn't know that.

The Battle Moon hangs high over Terra.

Unpredictable mountain movements took a heavy toll on the empire. People on Terra were frightened, uneasy, and physiologically disturbed by the second moon.

Then came a complete explosion.

The Primarchs are fighting on the Moon, the Sons of God are fighting!

This is "holy war!"

The battle should not be just the Custodes and the Primarchs, this is Terra for humanity!

A large number of mortals "robbed" private shuttle boats, gunboats and other Earth-lunar spacecraft, and launched suicide attacks.

There are so many of them that it is difficult for the Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Justice to restrain these fanatical believers.

Earthquakes destroyed them.

Some are due to the cunning of the orcs, and some are due to the massive earthquake caused by dropping a nuclear bomb underground on the Battle Moon.

The two Primarchs plowed it over, but Cannonball teleported to Pluto's battle moon, where the Gorge's Mockery was closing in on Terra.

The winner now follows the Lion King like a younger brother. Don't ask, just ask because he is "impressed by the powerful power of the original body."

Really, he came here in exchange for his life with the orc boss. What is the situation now? Wage earner?

Why is Vulkan's big hammer so heavy?

The winner's feet didn't even tremble in the face of the bombardment, but now they were trembling violently.

Even the Terminator can't lift this thing. The winner can hold it in his arms with the Destruction Tremor in his arms. There is also a bloody battle ax on top, which will really kill him.

My old waist has to be folded here today.

Vulkan said apologetically: "Okay."

He adjusted the Cutting Fire, and then connected the Destruction Tremor Sledgehammer to it, making the warhammer even longer.

The winner took a breath, looked at the bloody battle ax in his hand, and then at the soul gloves...

I always feel like I've lost something...

As a veteran forbidden soldier, the winner still needs to confirm the loyalty of the original body most. He asked: "Lord of Fire Dragon, the last time you appeared was when you were fighting wild beasts. Where did you go after that?"

"In fact, I entered the resurrected state in the orc subspace field and wandered around for a long time. It was not until my outstanding descendants raided the orc boss that I returned here."

"Then...do the orcs have any influence on you? Please understand that loyalty must be absolute."

The winner's tone was unceremonious, as was his duty.

"I am absolutely loyal." Vulcan thought for a while, "As for the influence of the orcs..."

Everyone became nervous, and the winner was thinking about whether the bloody battle ax could split the opponent's armor.

Alpharius strained his ears to hear Vulkan's little secret.

"It seems like there are more wild ideas coming out of the forging."

???

A green and strong tech master? (convinced)

The Imperial Guards were also panicking and looked around Vulcan.

Vulkan felt that his words were inappropriate and said: "I don't think it is the influence of the orcs. To be more precise, I think it is because each resurrection will make me more familiar with the subspace, thus creating a more suitable and subspace Creation of confrontation.”

"I will tell my Lord the truth, after the war is over."

The victor now complained somewhat about Trajan.

Where is the promised hunting time?

You had a great time killing Luna, now it's my turn to attack. Will you be the primarch's little brother? When supervisors monitor loyalty? Carrying weapons for others?

"In the following time, I will act with you and observe your status. If possible, please invite the Lion King to accompany you."

The Lion King wearing the armor of hope makes the winner very unhappy. Why are you here usurping power?

Alpharius laughed, but still rejected the winner.

The best situation now is to leave one original body in one battle moon. What if everyone rushes to Pluto and blasts a teleport back here, threatening the palace.

"I am confident that I can kill him completely." Vulkan looked at the cutting fire and the tremor of destruction. The teleportation ability of the war hammer was greatly enhanced. He did not believe that this teleportation could not catch up with the bomb blast.

This orc boss really can't beat the original body in a fight, but he runs really fast.

While talking and laughing, Vulkan's sledgehammer suddenly lit up.

A strange yet familiar voice came from the communication channel.

He asked for the sledgehammer to be brought over as a teleportation beacon.

"Of course, old friend."

The sledgehammer flashed, and so did the victor's back.

Constantine Valdo jumped here with hundreds of imperial soldiers carrying the Spear of the Sun.

"Why did you come out? Waldo, who is guarding the webway now?" asked the winner.

"What happened to Dorne?" Vulkan asked.

Constantine Valdor didn't know how to explain Dorn's state. Dorn was not dead. He was still chatting with Dorn right under the Adamantine Mountain.

But he definitely can't move.

"The Webway War is over. Rogal Dorn has blocked the breach in the Webway. The situation is very strange, but there is no need to worry about it for now."

The winner looked confused when he heard this, Vulkan nodded, and Alpharius thought of the real Guilliman.

That's the Webway. It will be opened to traffic and ships in the future. Dorne... won't become a tourist attraction.

The Emperor will definitely be able to save him, and the fifth brother has even brought back a Haemonculus. Don't worry, I'll ask Efreni for the materials right now.

Vulkan breathed a sigh of relief. He thought Dorn had died in the battle and called him to guard the webway.

So now, when the human empire once again sets its sights on the boundless starry sky, are the alien races in the galaxy ready to accept destruction?

This news greatly boosted the morale of the empire, and the Forbidden Army tightly blocked the news, but a large number of Forbidden Army attacks could not cover it up.

The special police of the Ministry of Justice who were fighting alone saw the golden flash falling when surrounded by the cult, and easily slaughtered the demons flying to Terra. The cultists were shattered by the sacred bombs, killing the enemy in an instant.

The orcs who fell on Terra thrived in the hail of bullets, and the Custodes arrived in an instant, killing them in an instant.

The broken solar system lost all confusion at this moment, and it woke up.