Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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During the time they were thrown into the sea of ​​stars, most of them abandoned their most precious quality, which was also the first lesson taught to them by the Lord of Humanity—"absolute reason".

Therefore, Guilliman was initially delighted to meet the equally rational and cold Dorn, but later realized that his brother was still a stubborn rock; he was rational and cold enough, but not because he was resolute enough.

Rather, it is because he has avoided the hustle and bustle of the world that he remains uncivilized.

Guilliman was frustrated by this fact, but it did not affect his own decision. Guilliman believed that the absolutely rational Imperial Fists were better suited to the brutal and bloody front lines—therefore he advised the Emperor.

As it turned out, Killieman's foresight was correct.

Under Dorne's leadership, the equally taciturn Imperial Fists are better suited to the brutal and bloody front lines. They do not listen to the screams of the enemy with compassion like the Blood Angels, nor do they waste time on judgment like the Midnight Lords; they simply carry out their missions.

The Imperial Fists have repeatedly achieved brilliant victories on such battlefields, and thus, the more silent they are, the more likely the Empire is to send them to such battlefields. The rocks are silent, and the blood splattered on them dries up time and time again.

This is exactly what some beings would like to see: the blood dries and then splashes again, until the rock turns completely crimson.

Then, the Blood Lord looked at Roger Dorn.

Yay! That's it!

Chapter 745 Where did I come from?

"and many more,"

In the tranquil shadows of the Mountain Array, a chilling red light flickered in Hades' left eye.

"I don't understand—wait, what does 'after the Emperor raised you for more than a month' mean?"

Hades was deeply shocked, having just learned from Nyor and another destined figure, Roger Dorne, that this Dorne likely came from another storyline.

What could this be? Hades' first thought was the original storyline, but it could also be other pseudo-storylines, such as Robert's Rebellion/Guilliman's Rebellion, Dorne's Rebellion... or even some more heretical storylines, such as gender-swapped storylines.

But he did indeed hear what Roger had just said.

What does it mean to be "raised by the Emperor on Terra for more than a month"?

???

At least in Hades's understanding, there was no pseudo-meridian he was familiar with that was the beginning of this story, and at least the creators reached some kind of consensus on discarding the original.

"interesting."

Neos seemed lost in thought, and Hades saw a glimmer of wisdom in Neos's eyes.

"Is this the opportunity He chose to change?"

The Emperor spoke calmly, as if he already knew everything. Hades stared at the Emperor, and after a moment, Hades realized something.

"You mean—the Lord of All Changes?!"

The emperor nodded.

“Indeed, I think I asked two of our space necromancer allies to explain this to you.”

Hades immediately began a mental whirlwind, recalling the explanation Tarasim had given him when Slaanesh fell.

In short, using Slaanesh, a god whose appearance and death are clearly defined by time, as an anchor point, different timelines are created by leveraging the spacetime fluctuations at the moment of the god's resurrection/fall.

Like Schrödinger's cat, people can only see the box, but no one knows whether the cat is alive or dead until they observe its end.

The story begins with the fall of Slaanesh, followed by the resurgence of Slaanesh. Then, starting with the resurgence of Slaanesh, a coin is tossed, and no one knows whether it will land heads or tails until it hits the ground.

The Emperor and Tzeentch are the two sides of this coin.

In other words, the current fate of the galaxy is determined by the Lord of Humanity and the Lord of Change, each holding one side, and they coexist until the final outcome collapses into a definite point.

"..."

Hades took a deep breath.

"So, this Dorne comes from that timeline—the timeline where Tzeentch won big?"

The emperor nodded, then smiled and shook his head.

"Yes and no."

"That damn answer again," Hades raised an eyebrow. This time, he didn't need to say "explain" again; Neos spoke up automatically.

“Tzeentch was indeed in control in that timeline—but who said he would succeed in that timeline? Just like in this one,”

Neos spread his hands.

"Have I won in this timeline?"

What he said seemed to make some sense, but Hades decided not to take Neos's words as fact.

“I understand... that is, at some point, we will meet an ‘old friend’ from another line of fate.”

"At the moment I promised Tzeentch—when the Chaos Octagon returns to 9, we can then open the box and see the surprise."

"I hope it won't be a shock."

Hades said quietly that he fully understood, just as Tarachin had explained it that way.

"This is the only way to eliminate the treacherous Qi."

Neos added to prove he was not incompetent, saying the move was risky, but it was the only way.

There's only one way to force yourself to commit rape: put all your bets on it and then welcome Him to the table.

"So,"

Hades spoke again.

"I have another question, why... is Dorn in our world now?"

"This is also what confuses me."

Neos glanced sideways at the gleaming command platform of the Mountain Array, as if looking at his beloved child.

“Based on Dorn’s description,”

Neos slowly began to walk.

“I think…maybe at some important juncture in his life, he and my Dorn made the exact same choice at the same time.”

"Then, at the anchor point called 'Dorn,' the uncertainty disappeared, the world collapsed, and they returned to the same level."

“Continue, Dorn.”

Neos said softly, a barely suppressed smile playing on his lips.

"Now that you're here, I believe you've made the right decision—you're loyal, aren't you?"

"Rogg Dorn is forever loyal."

Mountain Array Dorn answered in this way.

..........................................

I've fallen into the Blood Lord's trap.

Dorn said hoarsely, blinking and deliberately keeping a distance from Robert Guilliman, Mortalian, and Vulcan.

This move seemed to upset Guilliman and Vulcan, but Mortalian was actually pleased to see Dorn do it.

My memories are hazy, but during the years I led the Imperial Fist to reclaim the Dark Side of the Empire, I spent a considerable amount of time leading legions against the planets inhabited by the faith of Khorne.

To my astonishment,

Dorn's eyes remained fixed, the scene from that time seemingly vivid in his mind.

[I discovered Imperial Warriors and Space Marines who had fallen into the fold of Khorne, and among them, I found Space Marines resembling Imperial Fists.]

I think you were very angry at the time.

Motalian, standing to the side with his arms crossed, said indifferently.

Dorn nodded.

[I was indeed furious; this was an extremely dereliction of duty and blasphemous act. I led my soldiers to annihilate them and spared the prisoners for torture.]

What shocked me even more was that they were the Fist of the Empire—yet they were not my offspring. I could feel a connection with them, but it was not a normal blood tie.

Dorn stopped, seemingly searching for the right adjective, while his brothers simply watched him quietly, waiting patiently.

It's like a mirror image.

Finally, Dorn described it this way.

[I tried to delve deeper into the connections, but due to the Legion's hostile relations with the Astronomical Court and other psionic forces, the Legion's internal think tank alone could not decipher this phenomenon. Therefore, I had to shelve the idea—the dark side of the Empire was still in chaos at that time, and too many planets were in dire need of salvation. I could not afford to delay this matter for too long.]

I think you probably thought at the time it was an Alpha conspiracy, or the work of some corrupt pharmacists.

Dorn fell silent again. He looked at Mortalian and blinked.

[I have indeed considered this possibility—Motalian…you are more rational than the person I know.]

The Pale Lord suddenly began to gasp for breath, like a fellow dying of tuberculosis.

【What's the meaning? 】

Mortarian asked,

What does "the person you know" mean...? Is there another me?

Mortarian felt a chill creep into his heart. He knew, of course, part of the Emperor's "gambling plan." If what the Emperor said was true, then there would be a completely different path in fate—

And above that, there will naturally be another completely different Mortarion.

Mortalian's thoughts wandered a little further: Could Hades exist on that line of fate?

The answer is likely no. If Chaos wanted to win, then Hades, who had dealt a heavy blow to the warp, would certainly not appear.

Please wait a moment, everyone.

Guilliman suddenly spoke, and the gaze that Dorn shot at him made the Emperor of the Empire uncomfortable.

I need an explanation.

Killian Roberts stated this truthfully.

………………

Then things got even stranger.

My Imperial Fist army encountered another powerful Greenskin army, which appeared without warning, as if it had materialized out of thin air.

I realized that my legion was insufficient to annihilate this Greenskins, so I led my troops to resist their attack while simultaneously sending a distress signal to the Empire.

The Imperial Fist's distress signal was not successfully received by the Empire due to the unstable warp of the Empire's dark side and the lack of a full complement of Star Speakers.

Mortalian glanced sideways and heard Guilliman mutter a curse under his breath about Starry Court.

[I fought until Vulcan and Anglon arrived.]

Vulcan gave a somewhat awkward smile, for Dorn had held out for at least several decades before they arrived.

Dorn paused for a rare moment, and the Rock frowned, as if considering his next words.

I don't usually use my own feelings when I'm severely injured and extremely exhausted as credible evidence, but during the time I led the Imperial Fists and the Greenskins on the Mountain Formation, I often felt like I wasn't on the Mountain Formation I knew.

This feeling is hard to describe.

Dorn pondered for a moment, then chose the adjective he had just used.

It's like a mirror image.

He often felt that someone was fighting alongside him, but in reality, apart from the corpses of his own offspring and the Greenskins, there were no other living beings around him.

Dorn looked at his brothers, expecting them to at least refute him for using inaccurate feelings as evidence, but they didn't, so Dorn continued.

Then imperial reinforcements arrived, and I fell into a deep sleep.

But you weren't truly asleep.

Motalian suddenly interjected,

You should already be "dead," but I refused to acknowledge your death, so you are in a state that cannot be defined—in fact, I don't know where you went either.

Generally speaking, if the body is at least 33% intact, refusing to die will directly awaken the individual, but Dorn did not wake up.

This puzzled and baffled Mortalian at the time, and he could only attribute the reason to the lack of "new life".

I have fallen into a Khorneian illusion.

Dorn said, enunciating each word clearly.