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

Chapter 743 187. Dorne? !

【Moon】

Although a lot has changed over the past ten thousand years, this secret and huge laboratory is still the same as it was in his memory.

Countless humming hoses sent liquids into large and small petri dishes, and a slightly uneasy feeling of flesh and blood was beating in them.

Neos calmly watched the reflection of his face reflected on the curved surface of the experimental culture chamber. In the culture chamber, among the large and small rising bubbles, the creatures generated by the blood of the original stack were slowly growing.

"They're having a little difficulty."

The Emperor suddenly spoke calmly, as if through space, he saw the Phalanx currently parked directly above Terra.

This made Neos recall the scene at that time. On the throne, he tried to visit and find his heir, Rogal Dorn.

He successfully entered the heir's dream, but was then overwhelmed by the sea of ​​greenskins.

...?

At that time, Neos had not yet experienced the baptism of the Hades clan. After a moment of doubt, the Lord of Mankind accepted the status quo and tried to continue searching for his heirs.

What made him feel a little uneasy, or what made him determined was that Neos saw the power of Khorne in Dorne's dream.

This confused him even more than Neos being drowned by the sea of ​​greenskins. The Blood Lord was indeed a greedy being, but this did not mean that he could ignore any rules and forcefully exert power on the emperor's children.

He needs at least a medium, a subspace hint—a little opportunity, an introduction.

But as far as the Emperor knew, his heir Dorn had not had much contact with Khorne before this.

This is somewhat intriguing.

The Emperor originally planned to take Dorne away directly and let his absolutely loyal and steadfast son become his helper like Fainus or Lorgar, but something unfortunate happened——

The Emperor himself was unable to enter the fortresses of Dorne.

Neos would never admit that that afternoon, when he stood in front of Dorne's fortress, listening to Rogal Dorn's words to the greenskins, he was not invited, standing among the greenskins all over the mountains and fields. The scene was a little awkward.

Rogal Dorn's castle was also denied psychic access by the Lord of Men.

There are several possibilities. One is that Dorne has finally ushered in his rebellious period, but this is obviously impossible;

The second is that Dorne's defense mechanism excludes all psychic powers similar to Khorne's psychic powers; the third is that Dorne is guarding against existences that have the same psychic power as Neos.

The Emperor did not find the answer to this question. He was still on the throne at that time, and the news of Hades' return was as impossible as Malcador's change of heart.

So Neos had to leave temporarily. For the Lord of Mankind, the only good news may be that even if he leaves, Dorne will not be contaminated by the greenskins or Khorne in his dreams.

The forces that sought to contaminate his Seventh Son would only repeat their futility over and over again, and the Rock would never move.

The Emperor wisely chose to retreat. He did not have to call Dorn over and over again. When the real time came, Rogal Dorn would wake up on his own.

And now, the opportunity has come.

While Nios was pleased with the busy primarchs on the Phalanx, he felt a little desolate about his own misfortune and overtime.

However, he now knew why Khorne appeared in Dorne's dreams, and why his heir rejected him.

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【Dorn! 】

【Dorn! ! 】

【Roger Do——Ahhhhhh! ! ! 】

The roar of the Fire Dragon Lord bounced up and down in the air, and the final shout was accompanied by a lingering trembling sound, but this may not be Vulcan's fault, because Mortarion's flying skills obviously cannot be evaluated as "skilled".

Yes, after looking at each other in silence, the two Primarchs decided to try that most unlikely landing pad.

Therefore, they need to fly high to avoid the green skins and the automatically tracking missiles launched from the castle. At the same time, this also puts new load requirements on Mortarion.

Fortunately, Hades had already greatly trained Mortarion's maximum flying load before this, so Vulkan did not have to worry about being thrown directly by the Pale Lord due to his own weight during flight.

Mortarion swore that this would be the third stupidest thing he had ever done, dragging the Lord of Fire Dragons to fly among the greenskins who were watching and screaming, while Vulkan was still shouting Dorn's name stupidly - —

In the hope that Rogal Dorn would recognize them in advance.

Mortarion was dissatisfied, and the primarch immediately made a new decision. The white mist representing death instantly fell from his flapping wings like a waterfall from the sky.

White mist fell to the ground, and the green skin stained with white mist immediately fell down silently. This scene successfully intimidated the other green skins who stood there with their mouths open and drooling, looking up at Mortarion and Vulkan. Skins.

Mortarion was satisfied to see the greenskins disperse in a hurry, which greatly relieved his inner unhappiness. Even for Mortarion, the primarch knew that his actions were somewhat disgraceful and inappropriate. Being watched and recorded.

If possible, they should be silenced.

Mortarion thought with despair, the Vulkan in his hands weighing even more mentally as a result.

But fortunately, Vulkan has not yet reached the tonnage of Hades.

Forcing Hades to take off is a real challenge for Mortarion. Most of the time, Hades needs to use the Star God's takeoff to assist them in taking off and increasing their altitude in the early stage.

[I think our brother recognized me. ]

In the whistling wind, Vulcan spoke, interrupting Mortarion's concentrated meditation.

[...We were not intercepted by his missiles. ]

Mortarion responded to Vulcan. In order to prevent being locked by tracking missiles, the bone moth has been preparing for high-altitude and difficult flights-

When necessary, Mortarion has decided to let Vulcan free fall for a while, so that he can get rid of the missile tracking.

But fortunately, he doesn't have to torture Vulcan like this, just like Dorne doesn't intend to torture them.

[He doesn't plan to come out to greet us? ]

Vulcan's somewhat lost voice sounded, and Mortarion ignored the fire dragon. It's better not to come out to greet than to greet with artillery.

He narrowed his eyes. They had already flown over the fortress. Mortarion was ready for the next landing.

[Ready. ]

Mortarion said, and Vulkan, who was pulling him, uttered a single syllable in confusion.

[? ——? ! ]

The next moment, two huge monsters with an acceleration greater than that of a free fall crashed to the ground!

Boom! ! !

Thick smoke as high as more than ten meters rolled up, and two black shadows stood up in the meantime. White helmets broke through the smoke and dust, and a line of tobacco passed by. Mortarion stood on the tarmac with a calm face.

[I hope our brother will not resent me for slightly destroying his tarmac. ]

Mortarion said lightly, and a cough sounded behind him. Vulkan stumbled out with his back bent and his mouth and nose covered. Hearing Mortarion's words, Vulkan looked back hesitantly.

He felt that this was not "slightly" destroyed, but it was not that the building was not stable enough. It was purely because the weight of the two of them was "somewhat" too large.

【Explain the reason, Dorne is not an unreasonable person. 】

Vulkan said, but in fact, Dorne is sometimes terribly difficult to deal with, so the dragon recalled some not-so-good pictures.

During the Great Crusade, sometimes his vague words might lead to Dorne's righteous criticism, and Vulkan could not explain it clearly, which led to either Fulgrim coming to rescue him or Guilliman coming to divert Dorne's attention.

And today, Vulkan glanced at Mortarion who was striding towards the depths of the fortress in front of him, and the dragon realized something belatedly-

Perhaps he and Mortarion should not come alone, they should at least bring Guilliman, or Angron.

Although this idea was a bit offensive, Vulkan did not trust Mortarion's language ability.

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[Phalanx]

“You were born during the period when Primarch Dorn led the Imperial Fists to seize the lost planets of the dark side of the Empire?”

Hades stood alone in the command room. The Imperial Fists and the crew were temporarily asked to leave by him. He hoped to talk to this machine spirit alone.

Before communicating alone, Hades also briefly asked the technical sergeants of the Imperial Fists. The reply he got was that the Imperial Fists did believe that the Phalanx had its own consciousness to some extent -

but this will had always been unwilling to communicate directly with them.

…………

“But when we were in crisis,”

Hades looked at the old Imperial Fists soldier in front of him. This was a technical sergeant in the Phalanx Guards. Even with a helmet, Hades felt that this soldier seemed to want to ask him for an autograph.

Because of the strategy on Mars that year, Hades had long been famous among the technical sergeants of various legions.

“We can feel that the Phalanx is alive and it is helping us.”

Hades nodded, thinking.

………………

“Yes.”

The response of the Phalanx brought Hades back to his thoughts. Hades was not surprised. The dark side of the Empire at that time was already in a disordered subspace, so it was very likely that a machine soul was born.

“So since then, you have been serving the Imperial Fists?”

“Not correct.”

Hades looked at the indicator light on the command desk flashing a cold light.

“I couldn’t be sure who I was or what I was like at first; I couldn’t control the Phalanx.”

Can’t control the Phalanx?

Hades blinked, his face still normal, but the alarm bells had begun to ring in his heart.

This obviously shouldn’t be.

The machine soul born based on people’s belief in a certain machine has full control over this machine since its birth. Usually, when people say that the machine soul is “weak”, they mean that the machine soul has a weak self-awareness and cannot communicate with humans or show spirits, rather than being unable to control the machine.

But it does not rule out that the Phalanx was too large, or that there was a device to suppress psychic energy on the Phalanx at that time, which caused the machine soul to be unable to control the entire Phalanx.

Hades pondered, there is another possibility, that is, the machine soul that is talking to him now is not a real machine soul.

It is an alien subspace existence that attaches to the Phalanx and eventually becomes the "machine soul" of the Phalanx.

"So are you sure who you are now?"

Hades asked cautiously, he waited for the answer, this time, the machine soul's answer was 0.13 nanoseconds slower than he should have answered.

After a "long" silence,

"I want to see the Lord of Mankind."

The machine soul replied.

"???"

Question marks popped up in Hades's mind. At a certain moment, he had a vision of some kind of drama in which innocent people who were interrogated by evil forces shouted that they wanted to see Master Qingtian.

Although the sense of déjà vu was a little strong, Hades also figured out the clue in an instant. It was probably some kind of subspace existence that possessed the Phalanx and became the Phalanx's later "machine soul".

In view of the performance and answers of this machine soul, Hades is more inclined to believe that it is the soul of a certain empire hero, or the embodiment of the collective will of the heroes' souls.

And most likely an Imperial Fists warrior.

By chance, he possessed the Phalanx.

In the subsequent battles, this "machine soul" grew and developed in the high-intensity and unstable subspace environment. At the same time, the Imperial Fist's belief in the Phalanx also nourished him, and eventually he became Defend the "machine soul" of the Phalanx.

Thinking of this, Hades roughly understood that maybe this "machine soul" transformed from a certain warrior hero had some secrets, so he hoped to find the Lord of Humanity.

Hades was already planning to call Neos, but before that he decided to ask a few more questions.

"You mean the Emperor? Of course I can call him the Emperor for you - but I want to know why you want to find him."

Hades said that he thought this was a reasonable request. If the machine soul originated from the Imperial Fist, then he should respond to him.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

?

Before Hades could raise the next question mark, the machine soul of the Phalanx spoke again, and the radio waves rippled into Hades's mind.

"Who is the real leader of the empire now?"

"Is it you, or the Lord of Mankind?"

This was the right question. Hades couldn't help but smile. He shook his head mysteriously.

"Neither."

He said that Guilliman on the other side of the Phalanx suddenly felt a chill.

"The current Lord of the Empire is Robert Guilliman."

To Hades's surprise, the machine soul of the Phalanx fell silent again, and this time the silence lasted far longer than he imagined.

Hades could only stand in front of the command platform and wait for the machine soul's answer. The stars looked at him from the porthole window, and there was only the slight hum of the indicator lights and the engine.

Finally, the machine soul sent out something that Hades would never have thought of,

[If it is the loyal Robert Guilliman,]

The radio wave was briefly silent for a moment, but Hades was already greatly shocked. What does it mean "if it is loyal Guilliman???"

Does the machine spirit mean that there is still a disloyal Guilliman? ? ?

【Then I am sincerely proud of him. 】

The machine soul of the Phalanx said, and Hades frowned. He realized that the origin of this machine soul seemed to be far more complicated than he imagined.

"Who are you anyway?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

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[Why is the power of Khorne here stronger? 】

Mortarion frowned and muttered to himself. He and Vulkan were standing in the corridor of the fortress that seemed to be completely soaked in blood. Death suddenly had an ominous thought.

[Donne, are you okay? ! 】

Vulkan shouted, but the only response they received was the echo from the corridor.