Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"Are you Dorn?" Perturabo walked slowly to Dorn's side with steady and powerful steps. His tall and mighty figure cast a shadow, covering the genetic brother in front of him who was also a Primarch.

Then, Perturabo began to look the man in front of him carefully from head to toe, as if he wanted to take in every detail of Dorn.

"Yes, I am Rog Dorn." Dorn responded with a firm expression and a blank look.

He straightened himself and met Perturabo's scrutinizing gaze without flinching.

The corners of Perturabo's mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible sneer, and then he moved and stood directly in front of Dorn.

He deliberately lowered his voice and said in a tone that was obviously provocative: "Oh? I have heard my descendants talk about your legion. It is said that you are famous for your defensive skills!"

Hearing this, a cold light flashed in Dorn's eyes, but he quickly controlled his emotions and remained firm and calm.

He stared at Perturabo and answered word by word: "If the situation requires, even if I face a powerful enemy, I will not hesitate and will crush it completely!"

At this moment, the two of them were deadlocked face to face, their determined gazes meeting and colliding in the air. For a moment, the air around them seemed to solidify, filled with a strong and suffocating smell of gunpowder.

"Interesting, ready to eat some melon."

Alpha and Omega stood aside with a bucket of popcorn, Vulkan and Angron were ready to mediate the fight, and Leman Russ was shouting excitedly, imitating the howl of a wolf.

"interesting……"

Fulgrim looked at Dorn and Perturabo who were staring at each other with curiosity, his eyes full of curiosity about what the two sides would do next.

On one side is a legion leader known for his fierce attacks, and on the other side is a legion commander known for his impregnable defense.

This was not only a fierce clash between the empire's sharpest spears and its strongest shields, but also a violent collision between a will as strong as steel and a belief as firm as stone.

Perturabo and Dorn were like two enraged lions, neither of them willing to give in.

Their eyes were wide open and they stared at each other as if they wanted to eat each other alive.

As time passed, the air was filled with a suffocatingly tense atmosphere.

Finally, Dorn could no longer suppress his inner anger. He took a sudden step forward and broke the deathly silence.

He raised his head, stared at Perturabo in front of him, and asked in a deep and powerful voice: "Who built this palace?"

Hearing this, Perturabo was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a disdainful smile.

He glared back at Dorne without showing any weakness, and said word by word: "It's me. What? Do you have any objection to this?" His provocative look seemed as if he was declaring war on Dorne.

However, Dorn was not intimidated by Perturabo's aura.

Facing Perturabo's hostile gaze, he responded slowly, "Nothing, I just think that the palace you built is really lacking in quality. Although as a simple fortress, it may be qualified, but if it is regarded as the location of the most important administrative department of the empire and a comprehensive and magnificent building, it is obviously far from qualified! Not only that, the defense force you deployed on the palace is also too weak."

Dorn's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Perturabo's heart.

He felt a surge of anger in his heart, and his hands involuntarily clenched the weapons in his hands.

You know, he is one of the emperor's most beloved children! How could he tolerate others belittling and slandering this palace that he had spent countless efforts to build?

"You are clearly slandering my building, Dorn!" Perturabo's face, which was originally full of majesty, now looked even gloomier because of anger. He stared at Dorn opposite him with wide eyes, as if he was going to rush up and start a fierce battle with the other party in the next second.

Facing Perturabo's accusation, Dorn was unusually calm. He simply stared at his already enraged brother and slowly said, "I'm only telling the truth, Perturabo..." Although his tone was calm, the firmness contained in it was unquestionable.

At this moment, a shout suddenly rang out: "Enough, both of you, stop it!" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that Sanguinius had appeared in the room at some point.

He first yawned lazily, then gently flapped his huge wings that were as white as snow and emitting a sacred light, and slowly flew down from the high ceiling like an elegant angel, and landed steadily between Perturabo and Dorn, successfully separating the two of them.

Sanguinius stretched his wings, shook his head helplessly, and advised earnestly: "We are all genetic brothers from our father. What is there to make such a fuss and quarrel about?" Seeing that Sanguinius came forward to mediate personally, even though Perturabo was still dissatisfied in his heart, he could not say anything more at this time. He could only snort coldly, turned his head away and said no more.

However, compared to Perturabo's silence, Dorn's interest in Sanguinius was clearly much greater.

His eyes were fixed on the huge and mysterious pair of wings behind Sanguinius, his eyes full of curiosity, and he finally couldn't help asking: "Why do you have such unique wings?"

Hearing Dorn's question, Sanguinius was slightly stunned, then a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he answered casually: "Why did I grow these wings? Well... maybe it's because I'm stronger than all of you." After that, he deliberately shook his wings, and a hurricane set off inside the palace, and countless furniture flew everywhere because of the hurricane.

"Sanguinius! Didn't I tell you not to fan the palace?"

Yang Cheng looked at the place that he had just cleaned up with great difficulty and it became a mess again. Then he looked at Sanguinius angrily.

"Okay! Father!"

After Sanguinius finished speaking, he left in a flash, and Yang Cheng looked at Dorn and Perturabo helplessly.

"No, buddies, how come you two are in such a mess after just meeting? Where's the promise of both offense and defense? Where's the promise of friendship? It seems to me that you guys are going to tear down my house."