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"That means you're welcome."
Hades said that he first spoke a few words to the Primarchs, then told the Imperial Fists about their current status, and then Hades went ahead to communicate. Hades walked into the cabin as if he were in his own home.
Logically, he would be directly rejected by the warp spirits, or worse, those purely reliant on the warp would attack him directly. But the Mountain Array is clearly more intelligent—
The larger and more complex the machine, the more intelligent the individual it produces.
………………
Should I wait for him to come back?
Vulcan asked somewhat hesitantly, noting that after embracing rebirth, the armor on the Lord of Fire Dragons looked even greener, almost like some kind of growing emerald plant.
They certainly knew who the "he" the Lord of Fire Dragons was referring to was.
【No need. 】
Mortarion spoke before Guilliman could, saying that the Pale Lord was standing opposite Vulcan, and that he would need to cast a spell with the dragon later.
[His dark domain can directly cover this area. I've already told him that once I signal him, the dark domain will come directly.]
【it is good. 】
Vulcan nodded, then turned to look at the stasis field chamber, where his brother Roger Dorn lay quietly, blood still seemingly fresh on Dorn's neck and chest.
Dorne was still wearing the same armor he had just been placed in. Even when the light shone on Dorne, the armor, covered in scratches and craters, remained dull, like a rock that had been weathered by millennia of wind and frost.
To ensure the stability of Dorne's state, the Imperial Fist has never disrupted the stability of this static field for thousands of years.
Vulcan couldn't help but recall the days he fought alongside Rogue Dorne and Angron on the Mountain Array. Those massive green-skinned warlords had truly inflicted heavy losses on them, and it was only after the War of the Beasts that the Empire began to take other races seriously.
Foreigners are no safer than heretics.
Vulcan felt a moment of sadness. Not all Primarchs were like him, able to rise again after death. Before the Ascended Godhood, Primarchs who died could never return to the mortal realm.
Mortarian glanced at Vulcan, seemingly knowing what the fire dragon was thinking—
The Pale Lord thought to himself speechlessly, not all Primarchs are as exaggerated as Vulcan, who can stand up even after his head is severed.
Only Mortalian knew that when the Mountain Array killed the Greenskins, his own "withdrawal" of death had utterly terrified the Lord of Death.
That wasn't a minor injury, nor was it unconsciousness, nor was it exhaustion from a fierce battle; it was a head that had been completely severed!
One! Whole! Head!
And then he came back to life!
If the Pale Lord knew some of Hades' "trendy slang," Mortarion would probably have used the phrase "No, buddy?" to express his feelings at the time.
Mortarion had no more desire to say anything to his brother, who was the complete opposite of him. The Lord of Mankind favored this dark-skinned offspring and granted him immortality.
After witnessing Vulcan's "rebirth," Mortarian was even less inclined to speak.
Someone will always be luckier, but it won't be Mortarion.
Shall we begin?
Vulcan said that Mortarian believed Vulcan's mood had changed from "somewhat hesitant" to "firm".
So Mortarian nodded.
【bring it on. 】
He said hoarsely, reaching for the switch to the stasis field.
I assure you, your father will be alright.
Before they entered the illusion, Vulcan spoke one last time to the Dornish Sons behind them, who were so tense and stiff they seemed to have become one with the stone wall.
..............................
【Why?!】
Mortarian shouted angrily.
Why are there still green train cars here?!
Death swung his scythe fiercely, and bang! The scythe slammed heavily onto the green-skinned man's head, turning him into green-skinned scum.
Thanks to Hades, the Mortarion's last wish is to see Greenskins.
Why is Khorne here too?!
"Motalian shouted in disbelief, and with another beautiful scythe turn, hot blood splattered on the ground, a mixture of crimson and green.
He has come to recall Roger Dorn, and Mortarion expects a quiet awakening, not a chaotic battle here.
I think this might be related to his standoff with the green-skinned people before he fell into a coma!
A muffled roar erupted from the green hills, followed by Vulcan bursting out wielding his hammer. The tall, black man crushed a green man with almost every stomp, as easily as a green man crushing a hoppy.
Stay away from me...
As Mortarian roared, Vulgan, covered in green skins, staggered to the side, and the next moment, white mist filled the entire wilderness!
The Pale Lord descended upon him with his authority, which made Vulcan feel a kind of suffocating discomfort. He was breathing rapidly and his heart was pounding, but Vulcan eventually managed to stand firm.
His altitude allowed him to escape the fog, and with his excellent eyesight, Vulcan saw corpses everywhere.
Thank goodness you were here.
Vulcan remarked with emotion,
It will take me a very long time.
Mottalian glanced at him, and for some reason, Vulcan sensed a faint hostility from Mottalian.
We need to move forward as quickly as possible.
The Pale Lord said,
[The Greenskins and Khorne's demons will continue to appear—I've roughly figured out this space; before he fell asleep, I think Dorn acquired some of the aura of the Greenskins and Khorne.]
I can understand why the green-skinned guy would appear here.
After all, at that time, almost the entire Mountain Array was like being soaked in a green petri dish.
Vulcan hurriedly caught up with Mortarian's pace. Perhaps his earlier belief that Mortarian was hostile towards him was just an illusion, since Mortarian had chosen to walk rather than fly in order to take care of Vulcan.
But I don't understand...khorrence?
This seemed to be the same question Mortarion had. The Pale Lord remained silent for a moment.
[This place possesses the instability and chaos of a subspace—perhaps because Dorne in some aspect once interacted with the Blood Lord, thus establishing a brief connection.]
However, this connection is not very strong, so they only appear in Dorne's dreams, and their numbers are far fewer than the greenskins that cover the hills.
The Greenskins are the main threat to Dorn.
Death realized that he could imagine why Dorn hadn't woken up yet. Besides lacking the authority of "life," Dorn also needed to face the overwhelming greenskins in his dreams.
For thousands of years, Dorne may have been fighting these greenskins.
Mortarion pondered for a moment, and with the help of the Warp's aura, they gradually approached Dorne's location. In the vast desert of yellow sand, the silhouette of a fortress appeared on the horizon.
Given that this is Rogue Dorn, the two Primarchs are not surprised at all.
The closer they got to the fortress, the more Greenskins appeared. They could no longer see the Khorne demons; it was as if those demons had merely infiltrated from a corner of another world, while the Greenskins were the true protagonists.
Mortarian narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the fortress. As they approached, the fortress grew increasingly massive, almost obscuring the entire horizon—
This is an unimaginable level.
This is a building that is almost impossible to build in reality.
The towering fortress stood there, its unappealing yellow stone walls, cleverly concealed ventilation shafts, and artillery emplacements strategically placed behind the defensive walls. Every possible spot for cannons and machine guns was precisely positioned. With a cursory glance, Mortalian even spotted a makeshift helipad—the question was, where would he find a helicopter for Dorn to take off and land?!
Dorne's defenses were not yet complete. Within the circular area centered on the fortress, barricades and electrified barbed wire intertwined. Further out, Mortarion saw green-skinned carcasses falling freely through the air—unfortunate green-skinned creatures blown away by the outer minefield.
What's even more absurd is that...
This colossal structure, this perfect defensive fortification that could not be built in reality, this castle standing before them—
Completely, without a door.
Yes, this fortress has absolutely no doors for entry or exit—no main gate, no side gate, no secret passage, nothing at all.
This...this is really...
A stunned voice rang out beside Mortalian. Even a Primarch of demigod dwarf shone like an ant before such a building.
How do we get in?
Vulcan swallowed hard, his eyes reflecting the machine guns and turrets firing automatically. The Primarch was convinced that there were even more terrifying fortifications behind them, but the problem was that they hadn't seen Roger Dorn yet—were they going to be stumped by the fortifications Dorn had set up?
Don't ask me.
Motari said with a sense of relief.
[Ask Roger Dorn.]
They should bring the Emperor.
The two Primarchs stood somewhat bewildered at the outermost edge of the minefield. The Orks whistling past them were completely ignoring the two Primarchs, instead focusing all their attention on rushing toward the Dorn fortress.
These greenskins were terrifying; Vulcan even saw dozens of greenskins of the same caliber as the Warlords they had fought on the Mountain Array years ago.
【etc. 】
After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Mortarian suddenly spoke warily.
The Greenskins' psionic energy is acting strangely.
They immediately went on alert, and then Vulcan watched as the largest and greenest of the greenskins who had besieged Dorn Fortress emerged, almost a size larger than Vulcan himself.
What are they going to do?
Vulcan gripped his hammer tightly, and then he saw the green-skinned creature unleash a thunderous roar towards the fortress.
"WAAAAAAAGH!!!! Boss!!!! Please accept us?! Lead us on this expedition!!!"
? ? ? ? ?
A question mark popped into Vulcan's mind, and at the same moment that Mortarian had not yet begun PTSD, a loudspeaker slowly rose from the Rock Fortress.
[Warning #899983: I am Roger Dorn, I am human, not a greenskin—get away from here immediately, greenskins.]
Roger Dorn said.
Yay, it's gone!
Chapter 743 Dorn?!
【Moon】
Despite the many changes that have occurred over the millennia, this hidden, vast laboratory remains exactly as he remembered it from the very beginning.
Countless buzzing tubes deliver liquid into petri dishes of various sizes, where flesh and blood pulsate with a slightly unsettling sensation.
Neos calmly watched as his reflection appeared on the curved surface of the experimental culture chamber. Inside the chamber, amidst the rising bubbles of various sizes, the creatures generated from the blood of the original stack were slowly growing.
"They encountered some difficulties."
The Emperor suddenly spoke calmly, as if he had pierced through space and seen the Mountain Array, which was now anchored directly above Terra.
This reminded Neos of the scene on his throne, where he tried to visit and, incidentally, find his son, Roger Dorn.
He successfully entered the son's dream, but was then overwhelmed by a sea of green.
...?
At that time, Neos had not yet experienced the baptism of the Underworld Clan. After a moment of doubt, the Lord of Man accepted the status quo and tried to continue searching for his offspring.
What made him somewhat uneasy, or perhaps what made him determined, was that Neos had seen the power of Khorne in Dorne's dream.
This puzzled him even more than when Neos was submerged by the Greenskinned Sea. The Blood Lord was indeed a greedy being, but that did not mean that He could disregard any rules and forcibly impose His power on the Emperor's children.
He needs at least a medium, a hint from the subspace—a trigger, a catalyst.
But as far as the Emperor knew, his son Dorne had not had much contact with Khorne before.
This is somewhat intriguing.
The Emperor had intended to take Dorne with him, hoping his absolutely loyal and steadfast son would become an asset like Fernus or Loka, but unfortunately, tragedy struck—
Even the Emperor himself could not enter Dorne's fortress.