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"Don't hesitate any longer! He has returned! We need to get to him! Fight under his banner!"
"You're right, Lysander, he has returned."
Hagen began, then turned around, looked at his brothers behind him, raised his hand, and shouted loudly.
"In the name of the Emperor! For Dorne!"
"For Dorne!"
Everyone responded enthusiastically, and after doing all this, Hagen turned around and thanked the guard who had delivered the message for him.
"Thank you for your help, messenger."
“I am simply carrying out my mission, Son of Dorne.”
When the Imperial Guard spoke, his voice was devoid of emotion, sounding like a machine.
"The Empire's enemies have approached Amegiddon. After the orcs' attack, your nemesis will follow closely behind. Your father needs your help, and then the Empire will need your father's help."
"It was a soft voice from the Imperial Guard," the guard said.
"Going to Amegiddon is not just for you and the Black Templar who are already there or on their way, but also for all the other Sons of Dorne."
Hagen nodded, understanding the Imperial Guard's meaning.
"I understand."
The Chapter Master of the Imperial Fist's expression turned serious. He clenched his right fist and slammed it heavily against his heart.
"I will initiate the final wall agreement."
Mini Diary - No Publication Today
I went out for noodles today and ordered a bowl of clear soup noodles.
The child next to me was making a fuss about playing on his phone, and his mother got annoyed and said, "If you don't behave, I'll throw you in the toilet later."
Me: (Unwittingly making the connection between Magnus and the Emperor)
Emperor: If you don't behave and mess around again, I'll throw you down the toilet!
Little Horse: I won't listen! I'll drive you crazy, Old Man!
(I have to go out tonight, I estimate I won't get home until 1 or 2 am, I'll update twice tomorrow)
Chapter 204 Storm Fang
Amarridge took a deep breath. The Thunderhawk gunship experienced violent turbulence the moment it broke through the atmosphere. The powerful centrifugal force was applied to everyone in the cabin, but thanks to their power armor and Astartes' superhuman physique, this force, which would have made mortals bleed from all seven orifices, had no effect.
As they drew closer to the ground, Almarich's excitement and nervousness grew. Not only him, but every Templar around him felt the same. Mordred straightened up and, for the tenth time, began inspecting his power armor for any flaws; his neurotic behavior might even have made him seem like a severe germaphobe.
"Moderad".
Almaric spoke softly.
"Stop checking, we're almost there."
“My dear Marshal,” Mordred began. “Could you tell me to mind my own business first?”
Almaric's expression stiffened, and his voice carried a hint of anger.
"Alright! We're almost there. Don't tell me you want Lord Dorn to see you while you're getting dressed."
Modrad fell silent. He gave his clothes one last check, then straightened up and waited for the Thunderhawk hatch to open.
Outside the observation window of Thunderhawk, the boundless yellow desert of Amegidodton began to appear. Ruins and remains left by the Second Amegidodton War were scattered across the desert. The monsters that were hunting for food raised their heads and looked at the black iron bird flying overhead, letting out piercing cries.
The spire of the nest city came into view.
Before the scale was shut down, the hundreds of people who had just been in the conference room gathered here. As they watched the Thunder Eagle gunboat approach, a sense of tension rose in everyone's hearts.
Roger Dorn stood still, quietly observing everything before him.
"Stone, what exactly did you leave in the Eternal Expedition's cabin?"
Lynch floated behind Roger Dorn and asked curiously.
Roger Dorn didn't speak; he simply raised his head, his gaze following the movement of the Thunderhawk gunboat until the hatch opened and the knights appeared, at which point he made a move.
Almaric watched the stranger approaching him, and his breath caught in his throat.
According to historical records within the chapter, Primarchs possess not only extraordinary charisma but also an incredibly strong and almost unique connection with their offspring.
If the original gene creator did not deliberately conceal it, then his offspring would only need to glance at him to know that the person was their genetic father.
The knights knelt on one knee and lowered their usually haughty heads.
Wanshi frowned slightly. He looked at his sons kneeling before him, remained silent for a long time, and then sighed helplessly.
"Stand up."
"Yes, my lord."
The black-clad figures inside the gunboat answered, their voices filled with an almost palpable tension.
The knights stood up one after another. Roger Dorn glanced around. Without exception, all of these progenitors, clad in black power armor, wore helmets. However, through the Primarch's superhuman senses, he was able to roughly discern the personality of each of them from their various subtle movements.
"Take the things down, and call me father."
As Almarich listened to Dorn's words, an indescribable feeling arose within him, one that he himself did not realize. In his subsequent speech, his tone had become filled with joy.
"Yes, Father!"
Eight Templar Knights together grasped a coffin-like object, its surface engraved with a golden Imperial Eagle, otherwise utterly devoid of decoration. Its color was black, an incredibly deep black, almost like the color of a black hole capable of absorbing even light.
The enormous "coffin" was placed on the ground, drawing everyone's attention, eager to know how this thing could verify Roger Dorn's identity.
Roger Dorn stepped forward and drew a small knife from his waist. Lynch narrowed his eyes slightly; it was the knife he used to cut the other man's roast meat.
Roger Dorn used a knife to cut his fingertip, letting a drop of blood fall onto the Imperial Skyhawk.
The instant the blood touched the Imperial Skyhawk, a mechanical electronic sound rang out.
[Genetic information detected... Identity confirmed. Welcome back, Lord Roger Dorn]
The sounds of gears and mechanisms whirring filled the air as a cross-shaped crack appeared at the center of the "coffin." The crack widened, spewing out white steam, drawing the attention of everyone present, who were curious about what lay within.
Lin Qi squinted as he looked at the contents of the coffin.
"No wonder I only asked you to get a power armor set back then, and didn't ask me to take care of your weapon as well."
"This is just a copy."
Roger Dorn whispered.
"However, it is already sufficient to deal with the situation that is about to unfold."
Wanshi bent down and took out the items stored in the "coffin".
The moment they saw the object clearly, everyone present gasped in surprise.
Helbrecht's eyes widened as he stared at what Roger Dorn was holding, swallowing hard.
“Father…this is…”
"Storm Fang".
Roger Dorn spoke calmly.
"It's just a replica. I had the Cult of Mechanics make it, then sealed it away and gave it to Sigismund."
As Roger Dorn spoke these words, a hint of nostalgia appeared on his face, but the next second, the nostalgia vanished, replaced by a rock-solid resilience.
He activated his weapon, and then the enormous chainsaw in his hand, even larger than that of an average Astartes, began to roar.
Legend has it that the Fang of Storms is an incredibly terrifying and powerful weapon, and no one except Rogue Dorn himself could wield its power and unleash its full potential.
Now, everyone is witnessing this legendary treasure, even if it is just a replica. The moment it begins to roar, it seems as if the whole world is trembling because of its awakening.
Unlike the violent sound a typical chainsaw sword makes when it's in motion, this replica of the Stormfang roars with a deep, guttural sound, like a beast that has found its prey and is sharpening its teeth before attacking.
Dorn casually swung his sword twice, and the massive wind from the sword lifted his black robe, revealing the power armor shimmering with golden light beneath.
With one hand gripping the hilt, Dorn turned around, plunged the chainsaw into the ground beneath his feet, and then looked at the crowd before him, speaking slowly.
"The old sword is broken, but it will inherit the name of Storm Fang and crush the enemies of the Empire with me."
Arek took a deep breath; at this moment, he had no reason not to trust the person in front of him.
"Lord Roger Dorn."
The political commissar's expression turned serious. He forced his aged body to stand up straight and gave a standard Eagle Salute to the son of the God Emperor who only appeared in the mythology of the empire.
"Now you can control everything on Amighadoon."
Chapter 205 The Movement of Reinforcements
"The progress is going much more smoothly than I expected."
Lynch remarked that he followed behind Roger Dorn, patrolling the towering walls of Halsridge, the city of the Hive.
"The Primarch's identity played a significant role. The state religion was indeed very detestable, but when they proclaimed that the Son of God was with mankind, and when I personally appeared before all the warriors, workers, and people, the morale of the entire Amegiddton did indeed rise considerably."
Dorn sighed, stopped, and gazed into the distance from the city wall.
The star was falling, its blood-red light illuminating the Amagidon desert like a shimmering red silk. The star's color wasn't dazzling; it even had a soft quality. However, looking at it for too long could still cause an inexplicable dizziness.
It is now the third day since Dorn proved his identity and took over the defense of Amighadoton.
In three days, all the forces on the entire planet were mobilized. The planet's governor, who had been captured by Dorn beforehand, was publicly burned at the stake in the hive square, which shocked all the insectoids within the planet and made them behave themselves.
After unifying the internal forces, Dorn began his plan.
As a fortress world, the population of Amegidon is mostly concentrated in several large hives on the main continent. These hives are heavily armed, equipped not only with void shields that can withstand orbital bombardment, but also with sturdy city defenses and colossal electromagnetic cannons capable of striking enemy ships.
However, such defense was still somewhat insufficient in the eyes of Dorne, a true defensive master.
The new city defense blueprints were designed after reviewing several hive cities and using Terra. The Black Templars oversaw the rapid construction of fortifications in each hive city. In addition to ground defenses, Dorn also integrated the fleets orbiting the planets.
He received a private audience with the naval commander of Amegiddon, an admiral named Paul, who, along with Arek, explained to him the sheer size of the orcish fleet Amegiddon faced—even at the worst-case scenario, Amegiddon's fleet could only hold out on orbit for four days, even at the cost of everything.
Then, all they could do was consolidate the remaining fleet and wage continuous guerrilla warfare against the orcs.