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Chapter 744 Yes, he nurtured the original body.
【? ? ? 】
An eagle cries above the vast Milky Way, its wings outstretched, drawing a beautiful silver streak in the void.
[Roger Dorn.]
The Khan stood before the ground-level viewing window, his normally pearl-white armor now stained with blood. He gripped the precious sword at his waist, the glass bead pendant dangling before the blood-soaked blade.
Chagatai Khan's face was weathered, the cold wind highlighting the depth of his features.
He remained steadfast.
The Great Khan sighed.
I underestimated him.
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Blood surged within them; Mortarian, familiar with chaos, was certain they had entered the domain of a Blood Lord—
But to feel Khorne here is utterly absurd. When did Roger Dorn establish such a close warp connection with the Blood Lord?
The Primarch of Life and Death walked cautiously through this fortress that resembled a blood-smeared wall. Even more eerie was the absence of terrifying demons, only unsettling blood.
[Dorn?! Dorne?!]
Vulcan called out, his helmeted boots landing on the ground with a crisp sound, and they walked on, on, and on, until—
Before the only closed door, Mortarian and Vulcan exchanged a glance.
Then Vulcan placed his hand on the door, while Mortarian was ready to throw the poison stove in.
——Squeak.
That was Roger Dorn, but it didn't quite seem like Roger Dorn.
Inside the crimson-painted stone hall, the Primarch stood like a statue, leaning on the massive chainsaw sword Stormfang, with what appeared to be dried visceral fragments clinging to it.
The once bright yellow paint, like gold, was now soaked in blood. Amidst the noise and filthy crimson, Dorn, with his back to them, slowly raised the walkie-talkie in his other hand.
[Warning #899984: I am Roger Dorn, I am human, not a greenskin—get away from here immediately, greenskins.]
Mortalian could sense that Vulcan almost immediately breathed a sigh of relief after saying those words, but Death was not yet at ease. Rogge's condition was not quite right, but at least it wasn't the worst.
【Dorn! Dorne!】
"Vulcan shouted, striding over. The dragon patted Dorne on the shoulder, turned its head to stare into Dorne's eyes, but the moment it saw Dorne's eyes, it suddenly turned its head back.
【Motta—Mottarian!】
"Vulcan shouted, and Mortarian gripped his scythe and went over. Unsurprisingly, he saw a bloody mist over Dorn's eyes.
It's an illusion.
Mortarion stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Dorn. Dorn did not react at all. It was a double dream; the Primarch in the dream was trapped in the second dream.
This is quite rare. Apart from Conrad and Sangilius, who can see through multiple destinies, having multiple dreams, other Primarchs rarely fall into multiple illusions.
Dorn essentially built an impregnable fortress in his first dream to prevent his fall, and then he was pulled into the second dream, where he fought against it with absolute mental strength.
What do we do now?
Vulcan asked, Mortarion saw the glowing green light between the dragon's hands, and Vulcan cautiously tried to heal Dorne—
This helped somewhat; Dorne's injuries had healed, and theoretically, Dorne should now be alive.
But that wasn't enough to pull him out of his dream.
Mortalian pondered that he had actually come to understand the different roles Nyorth had assigned to the Primarchs: Vulcan and he were responsible for ensuring the Primarchs' physical survival, while Angron ensured their mental well-being.
In this situation, we should logically call Anglon over.
However, Mortarian thought that since Roger Dorn's mental state was stable, there was no need for them to go to great lengths.
After the gas mask exhaled,
Let Hades come.
Death spoke, explaining that they entered the dream to prevent Dorn's mind from being damaged by violently breaking through it, but now that Dorn's mind was intact, they could easily break through it by force after simply marking the location.
Mortarian realized that Vulcan seemed to think it was a good idea as well, so without hesitation, they began to call upon Hades.
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【Mountain Formation】
How is the progress?
When Mortalian opened his eyes from the familiar feeling of powerlessness, he saw Guilliman looking at them anxiously.
Nothing.
Mortarian said, rubbing his forehead as he slowly stood up. Because neither Vulcan nor Dorne had the same resistance to the Dark Realm as Mortarian, they had not yet woken up.
The next moment, Mortarian, who had stopped standing, felt an aura that he despised and scorned.
The Pale Lord frowned instinctively, looking at Guilliman in disbelief.
Why is the Lord of Humanity also present?
The Primarch asked, and Guilliman gestured for silence.
That machine spirit,
Killieman said,
Hades believes there's something wrong with that machine spirit, so he summoned our father. They're currently discussing it in the command room.
Mortalian's eyebrows furrowed into small hills, and both the Mountain Array and Dorn were in somewhat strange condition.
The next moment, a calm voice rang out.
Khorne, I am the truth, Roger Dorn forever loyal.
These words nearly jolted Guilliman awake. The Lord of the Empire bypassed Mortarion and rushed to his brother. Guilliman knelt down, looking nervously at Dorn lying in the stasis field pod.
【Dorn?】
"Killiman asked nervously, the olive wreath on his head gleaming with a golden light that was both warm and burning," Killieman asked nervously.
Mortarian remained frowning. He turned to look at Roger Dorn, but silently took a few steps away from Guilliman's light.
Are you alright, Don?
"Guilliman asked, and he saw Dorn open his tightly closed eyes and look at Guilliman with a determined gaze."
I'm not doing well.
Roger Dorn said his eyes were bright and piercing.
Robert Guilliman, you can't fool me.
【？！！！】
Guilliman opened his mouth in disbelief, but lacking information, he didn't know what to say, only uttering meaningless monosyllabic words. Finally, Guilliman regained his composure and asked as calmly as possible,
What do you mean, Don?
Standing behind Guilliman, Mortalian, who had been silently crossing his arms, spoke up at an inopportune moment.
He indicated that he wouldn't be fooled into going through official documents.
Mortarian said detachedly that he knew Dorn didn't mean it that way, but that's what he meant.
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[Mountain Formation Command Room]
Hades stood in the shadows, silently watching Neos, clad in a linen robe, place his hand on the command platform.
"I am very familiar with your scent."
Neos said, stroking the smooth, hard control panel with his hand.
"Rogal Dorn."
A moment of silence followed, broken only by the humming sounds emanating from within the Mountain Array, as this colossal machine gazed intently at the Lord of Mankind.
"But you are not my father."
Dorn said.
The Lord of Humanity naturally withdrew his hand from the platform. He blinked, and something was reflected in his brown eyes.
"Then you have come from another destiny—this is good news."
"Explain why this is good news."
This is Hades observing from the sidelines.
“I originally thought we wouldn’t be able to glimpse the other destiny until the final moment arrived—but Dorn gave us a surprise.”
"Nios said, glancing meaningfully at Hades before turning back to look at the Mountain Array.
"So how did you get here, Dorn?"
"Nios asked gently."
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【? ? ? 】
Sometimes, people face crossroads in their lives, making choices, choosing again, and then their lives take completely different turns.
But sometimes, when life is predetermined, they make similar choices each time they are faced with different options, over and over again—until their fates overlap.
Starting from the same point, will two roads that diverge at a fork in the road eventually rejoin each other at some point?
Roger Dorn proved that this could be done.
Due to the mockery of the gods connected at the beginning and end, the twenty-one sons of the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind, were attacked in the library of Terra. This attack threw the twenty-one sons into the depths of the galaxy and caused most of them to lose or distort their memories of Terra.
Emerging from the amniotic fluid chambers, the Primarchs, who had received over a month of instruction from the Lords of Man on Terra, scattered throughout the galaxy.
According to historical records, the young Roger Dorn was born in the icy world of Invet.
During his time on Terra, the Lord of Man focused on shaping Rog Dorn into an unyielding rock, which was the essence of Dorn, but he never had the chance to teach his young son how to lead the Legion.
Therefore, Dorne, who landed on Invet, chose to stay away from people. He lived alone on the ice plains, hunting wild beasts, until the largest Dorne tribe on Invet discovered him.
When people found Dorne, he was standing beside the carcass of the beasts he had killed, covered in a thick layer of frost, and from a distance, the giant looked like a boulder.
This giant had no memory, no name, was taciturn and reserved, and the brilliance in his eyes was buried in the endless wind and snow.
People automatically rallied around Dorne as their new leader, and Dorne chose to find him and take the surname of the largest family on Invert as his own.
In the years that followed, Dorn led his people to kill all the beasts on Invet and spontaneously led them out of Invet to launch a war to reclaim the surrounding star systems. During this time, countless cruel stories filled with blood and tears took place. Blood splattered on the stubborn rocks, but they never wavered.
When the Lord of Mankind rediscovered Dorne, the Emperor found that Dorne, who had already reclaimed the entire star field, had become a superior being compared to his other incompetent brothers.
Without uttering a word, the taciturn Dorne immediately declared that he would lead his kingdom to submit to the Empire, and promptly led the Imperial Fist Legion, bestowed upon him by the Emperor, to join the expedition.
Under Dorne's leadership, this legion made great contributions to the Great Crusade, but the Primarch himself was ostracized within the Primarch circle.
Just like his title of Lord of the Rock, Dorne rarely speaks, but when he does, his words are always striking, thus offending many Primarchs.
Among them was the cold-blooded monarch Robert Guilliman.
Robert Guilliman was the most favored among the Primarchs by the Emperor, and compared to the other Primarchs, Robert Guilliman became much better than the Lord of Man could have imagined.
Robert Guilliman, who landed on Macragge, was adopted by King Connor. Although Guilliman, who had received an imperial education, had forgotten his memories of Terra, the teachings of Neos had long been etched into the soul of this Primarch known for his rationality.
Within the path envisioned by the Emperor, Robert Guilliman must grasp the sword of true reason.
Guilliman knew all too well that the backward, overly idealistic small-nation model of Macragge was ill-suited to the vastness of space—the people there were too wasteful; they could have been much stronger, if only some had been sacrificed.
Driven by absolute rationality, Robert Guilliman knew how to maximize the development of civilization.
So after taking over as governor of Macragge, Guilliman transformed Macragge into something superior to the hive city. People rarely rested, and oppression was not enough to make them abandon their lives and rebel. As a result, Macragge under Guilliman's rule developed at an astonishing speed.
When the Emperor found Guilliman, he was surprised to discover the five hundred worlds of Alteramar under Guilliman's command.
This was an unimaginable honor. After seeing Guilliman's other Primarch brothers who had disappointed the Emperor, the Emperor bestowed almost all of his admiration upon Robert Guilliman.
Robert Guilliman lived up to expectations, leading the Ultramarines to become the most outstanding legion in the Great Crusade.
However, when the king turned his indifferent blue eyes to his brothers, Robert felt a pang of loss. He realized that most of his brothers had strayed far from the destiny the emperor had ordained for them.