Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 742 186. Roger Dorn said

【Shanzhen】

[If you think you can, you can start at any time, Vulkan. 】

Guilliman said cautiously. They were currently standing in the rock chamber inside the Phalanx, passing through the deep and towering stone arches. Under the carvings of angels and demigods, the candles gave off a faint warm light, illuminating the atmosphere here. Everything is blurry.

Everything here has been carefully and meticulously preserved together with the existence that stands still in the center of the hall. Every stone slab that makes up the floor is spotless and sparkles with starlight.

But even so, Robert Guilliman was still keenly aware of some unusual existences - lurking on the huge Phalanx, he smelled the faint, spore smell.

Since the Beast War, the severely damaged Phalanx has only restored some of its functions, while most of the remaining areas have been shelved and are in a semi-idle state.

In the history of the human empire, after Dorne fell into sleep, the Imperial Fists fell into a brief depression, and then enjoyed a brief period of glory under the policies of the Imperial Regent Guilliman——

But after the angels fell to heaven and during the age of apostasy, in order to maintain the stability of the empire, Sigismund, the commander of the Imperial Fists at that time, stood up and led the Imperial Fists to fight throughout the empire's territory.

In that dark age, except for the Death Guard, who had left countermeasures against the original original body, most of the other legions and Space Marines fell into a state of negativity and chaos, but the Imperial Fists were obviously not among them -

The Primarch Dorn left them with enough valuable character. Under the leadership of Sigismund, the Imperial Fists became the main combat force that supported the empire from collapse during that period.

However, as Sigismund himself disappeared after the Battle of Abaddon, and the relatively peaceful era of the Two Emperors came, the Imperial Fists, which had been severely weakened in the Age of Apostasy, gradually retreated from people's sight and began to concentrate on the defense of Terra and garrison defense. The important node planet of the empire that Dorn had told him before he went to bed.

As of now, within the empire's territory, except for the key planets in the Storm Star Territory, which are mostly stationed by the Death Guard, the rest of the territory is stationed by the Sons of Robert and the Sons of Dorne.

On planets that are more desolate, remote, and of smaller strategic value, people often see the bright yellow legion paint that shines like gold.

The Imperial Fists may not be mentioned by the Empire, but the Empire cannot live without the Imperial Fists.

This is Rogal Dorn, and the Sons of Dorn.

Thinking of this, Guilliman took a deep breath. He missed his best friend.

What is less known to the rest of the Primarchs is that, although Guilliman did not interact much with Dorn, the two Primarchs were actually on good terms with each other.

The cold and refreshing air entered his nose, and Guilliman's eyelids suddenly twitched.

Although the Phalanx had been personally sterilized by the Pale Lord and the Death Guard, and in the past thousand years, the Imperial Fists had often invited personnel from the Hades to come over for sterilization, Guilliman still keenly smelled the faint smell. Green spore smell.

It is no exaggeration to say that during the Beast Wars and the period when the Phalanx disappeared, almost every inch of the deck and walls of the Phalanx was soaked with green-skinned blood. The green-skinned beasts had a wild and rude spirit. The scent penetrated deeply, impressing the Imperial Fists on a mystical scale.

It seems that after this, it is necessary to ask Hades to come over and disinfect them again.

Guilliman thought in his mind that Hades was now in the command room of the Phalanx. Hades came here to isolate the subspace to ensure that Rogal Dorn's awakening went smoothly——

But the moment Hades stepped onto the deck of the Phalanx, everyone felt the behemoth shake.

"Well."

Hades paused for a moment and looked innocently at the people who looked back at him.

"Obviously not because I'm too heavy."

Hades scratched his head. As Pluto, he felt some kind of existence. On top of the Phalanx, there was some kind of older existence that was more suitable for subspace——

A subspace machine soul that is truly accumulated due to faith and time.

It was an unexpected surprise, but it was also expected.

"I won't hurt you."

Hades raised his hand and sent out radio waves. This was the language used to communicate with the subspace machine souls. Hades originally did not know how to do it, but then he dug out a piece of information purely from other subspace machine souls in the corner of his memory. voice pack.

This memory package seemed to come from Mars, and Hades could hardly remember it.

In most cases, Hades does not talk to the machine souls that rely entirely on the subspace. He prefers to devour them all and return the machines to their original state.

The "machine soul" he communicated with later was also built based on physical algorithms.

But Hades obviously cannot directly kill an entire Phalanx's machine soul. It is obvious that the machine soul of this fortress has a good compatibility with the Imperial Fists.

Hades decided to explore the truth before making a decision. Should he keep it or devour it? He needs to combine the machine soul itself and the will of the Imperial Fist.

"I have no ill intentions. I am just here to awaken the original Rogal Dorn as an assistant, but I would like to have a few words with you now - are you willing?"

Hades was silent for a moment, and then the entire deck where they logged on lit up. He heard people's unexplained exclamations, raised his eyebrows, and smiled.

"That's welcome."

Hades said, he first explained a few words to the original bodies, and then told the Imperial Fists about their current status. Then Hades went to communicate first, and Hades walked into the cabin as familiarly as entering his own home.

According to common sense, he would be directly rejected by the subspace machine soul, or even worse, the machine soul purely relying on the subspace would directly attack him, but the Phalanx is obviously more intelligent——

The larger and more complex the machines, the smarter individuals will be born.

………………

[Do I need to wait for him to come back? 】

Vulkan asked hesitantly. After embracing the new life, the armor on the Fire Dragon Lord looked even greener, almost like some kind of growing emerald plant.

Of course they knew who the "him" the Fire Dragon Lord was referring to.

【No need. 】

Mortarion said one step ahead of Guilliman that the Pale Lord was standing opposite Vulkan, and he would need to cast spells with the fire dragon later.

[His black domain can directly cover here. I have told him that once I give him a signal, the black domain will come directly. 】

【good. 】

Vulkan nodded, and he turned to look at the stasis cabin, where his brother Rogal Dorn was lying there quietly. Blood seemed to be still wet on Dorn's neck and chest.

The armor on Dorn's body is still the one he was just put into. Even if the light shines on Dorn, the armor full of scratches and craters is still dim, like a rock swept by thousands of years of wind and frost.

In order to ensure the stability of Dorne, the Imperial Fists have never destroyed the stability of the stasis here for thousands of years.

Vulkan couldn't help but recall the scenes of fighting with Rogal Dorn and Angron on the Phalanx. Those huge green-skinned warlords had really caused them great losses. It was also after the Beast War that , the empire began to pay attention to foreign races——

Foreigners do not have to be heretics to be safer.

Vulkan felt sad for a moment. Not all Primarchs were like him, able to stand up again after death. Before becoming gods, the Primarchs died and could no longer return to the human world.

Mortarion glanced at Vulkan, seeming to know what the fire dragon was thinking——

The Pale Lord was speechless in his heart. Not all primarchs were as exaggerated as Vulcan, and could still stand up even if their heads were severed.

Only Mortarion knew that when the Phalanx killed the greenskins, the death he "withdrew" frightened the Lord of Death.

That was not a slight injury, nor was it a coma, nor was it a depletion of energy after a fierce battle, that was a whole head falling off!

one! all! Stars! head!

Then he lived again!

If the Pale Lord knew some of Hades' "buzzwords", Mortarion would probably express his mood at that time with the phrase "No, buddy?"

Mortarion no longer wanted to say anything to his brother who was completely opposite to him. The Lord of Mankind favored this dark-skinned son and gave him eternal life.

And after witnessing Vulkan's "rebirth", Mortarion didn't want to speak anymore.

There will always be someone with better luck, but it won't be Mortarion.

[Then let’s start? 】

Vulkan said that Mortarion believed that Vulcan's mood had changed from "somewhat hesitant" to "firm".

So Mortarion nodded,

【bring it on. 】

He said hoarsely, reaching for the stasis stance switch.

[...I promise you, your father will be fine. 】

Before they entered the illusion, Vulkan finally spoke to the sons of Dorne behind them, who were so tense and stiff that they almost completely blended into the stone wall.

……………………

【Why? ! 】

Mortarion shouted angrily,

[Why are there green skins here? ! 】

The god of death swung his sickle violently, bang! The sickle hit the green skin heavily on the head, turning the green skin into green skin sauce.

Thanks to Hades, the last thing Mortarion wanted to see right now was the greenskins.

[Why is Khorne here? ! 】

Mortarion shouted in disbelief, and turned around with another beautiful scythe, hot blood splashed on the ground, bright red and bright green scattered all over the ground.

He came to recall Rogal Dorn, and Mortarion looked forward to a quiet awakening, not a chaotic battle here.

[I think this may have something to do with the fact that he was confronting the greenskins before he fell into coma! 】

A dull roar erupted from the green-skinned hill, and then Vulkan broke out with a hammer. The tall black man almost crushed an green-skinned one to death, just like the green-skinned one trampled to death a Hooper. easily.

【Stay away from me...】

Mortarion screamed, and Vulkan, who was covered in green skins, staggered to the side. The next moment, white mist filled the entire wilderness!

The Pale Lord lowered his authority, which made Vulkan feel a kind of suffocating discomfort. His breathing was rapid and his heart was pounding, but Vulkan finally stood firm.

His altitude allowed him to escape directly from the fog area. With his excellent eyesight, Vulkan saw corpses everywhere.

【Fortunately you are here,】

Vulcan sighed,

[It will take me a long time myself. 】

Mortarion glanced at him. For some reason, Vulkan always felt that Mortarion was slightly hostile to him.

[We need to move forward as quickly as possible. 】

The Pale Lord said,

[The demons of greenskins and Khorne will continue to appear - I have figured out this space for now. Before he fell asleep, I think Dorn was stained with some of the greenskins and Khorne's aura. ]

[I can understand the greenskins appearing here.]

After all, almost the entire Phalanx seemed to be soaked in a greenskin culture dish at that time.

Vulkan hurriedly followed Mortarion's footsteps. Perhaps he just thought that Mortarion's hostility towards him was just an illusion. After all, Mortarion chose to walk instead of flying to take care of Vulkan.

[But I don't understand... Khorne? ]

This seems to be Mortarion's question. The Pale Lord was silent for a moment.

[This place has the instability and chaos of the subspace - perhaps Dorn in some aspects had an intersection with the Blood Lord, so a short-term connection was established. ]

But this connection is not too strong, so they only appear in Dorn's dreams, and their number is far less than the greenskins all over the mountains.

The greenskins are the main threat to Dorn.

Death thought that he could imagine why Dorn had not woken up yet. In addition to the lack of the authority of "life", Dorn also had to face the overwhelming greenskins in his dream.

Dorn may have been fighting these greenskins for thousands of years.

Mortarion thought about it. With the breath of the warp, they gradually approached Dorn's location. In the desert full of yellow sand, a fortress appeared in the distance.

Given that this was Rogal Dorn, the two primarchs were not surprised.

The closer they got to the fortress, the more greenskins there were. They could no longer see the figures of Khorne demons, as if those demons were just infiltrating from a corner of another world, and the real protagonists were the greenskins.

Mortarion narrowed his eyes and looked at the fortress. As they approached, the fortress became more and more magnificent, almost covering the entire horizon-

This is an unimaginable degree.

This is a building that is almost impossible to be built in reality.

The towering fortress stood tall. Mortarion saw its yellow stone walls without any aesthetic sense, the ventilation passages that were cleverly covered, and the turrets that were reasonably placed behind the defensive barriers. Every position that could be used to place artillery and machine guns had a corresponding existence. With a rough glance, Mortarion even saw a temporary landing pad - the question was where would there be a helicopter for Dorne to take off and land? !

Dorne's defense work was not yet finished. In the circular area with the fortress as the center, the chevaux de frise and the electrified barbed wire were intertwined. Further out, Mortarion saw the bodies of greenskins falling freely in the air. They were the unfortunate greenskins blown away by the minefield outside.

And what was even more ridiculous was that

this behemoth, this perfect fortification that could not be built in reality, this castle standing in front of them -

there was absolutely no door.

Yes, this fortress had no doors for entering and exiting at all - the main door, the side door, the secret passage, none of them.

[This... this is really...]

Vulkan's stunned voice sounded beside Mortarion. Even a demigod Primarch was as small as an ant in front of such a building.

[... How do we get in?]

Vulkan swallowed his saliva. His eyes reflected the machine guns and turrets that were automatically firing. The Primarch fully believed that there were more terrifying fortifications behind this. The problem was that they had not seen Rogal Dorn yet - were they going to be stumped by the fortifications set up by Dorn?

[Don't ask me,]

Mortarion said with a dead heart,

[Ask Rogal Dorn.]

They should have brought the Emperor with them.

The two Primarchs stood at the outermost edge of the minefield in a daze. The greenskins who whistled past them had completely ignored the two Primarchs, but instead rushed towards Dorn's fortress with all their heart.

These greenskins were terrifying. Vulkan even saw dozens of greenskins of the same level as the warlords they had fought fiercely on the Phalanx.

[Wait.]

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Mortarion suddenly said with vigilance,

[The greenskins' psychic movements are not right.]

They immediately became alert, and then Vulkan watched the largest and greenest one among the greenskins besieging Dorne's fortress walk out, almost a circle larger than Vulkan now.

What are they going to do?

Vulkan clenched the hammer in his hand, and then he saw the greenskin shouting loudly towards the fortress,

"WAAAAAAAGH!!!!!! Boss!!!!!! You will accept us, right?!!!!!! Lead us on an expedition!!!"

? ? ? ? ?

As Vulkan's mind was filled with questions, and at the same time that Mortarion had not yet started ptsd, a loudspeaker slowly rose from the Rock Fortress.

[899983rd warning, I am Rogal Dorne, I am a human, not a greenskin - get away from here immediately, greenskins.]

Rogal Dorne said.