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

Chapter 742 186. Roger Dorn said

【Mountain Phalanx】

[If you think you can, you can start anytime, Vulkan.]

Guilliman spoke cautiously. They were now standing in the rocky secret hall inside the Phalanx, passing through the deep and towering stone archway. Under the carvings of angels and demigods, the candles emitted a faint warm light, blurring everything here.

Everything here, along with the existence standing still in the center of the hall, is carefully and meticulously preserved. Every stone slab that makes up the floor is spotless and sparkles with starlight.

But even so, Robert Guilliman was keenly aware of some unusual presence - lurking above the huge Phalanx, he smelled the faint scent of spores.

Since the Beast War, the severely damaged Phalanx has only partially restored its functions, and most of the rest of the area has been shelved and is in a semi-idle state.

In the history of the human empire, after Dorne fell asleep, the Imperial Fists fell into a brief period of depression, and then experienced a brief period of glory under the policies of the Imperial Regent Guilliman.

But after the fall of the angels, during the Age of Apostasy, in order to maintain the stability of the empire, Sigismund, the then commander of the Imperial Fists, stood up and led the Imperial Fists to fight throughout the empire.

In that dark age, except for the Death Guards, for whom the Primarch had left countermeasures, most other legions and Space Marines fell into a state of passivity and confusion, but the Imperial Fists were obviously not among them.

Primarch Dorn left them enough valuable qualities. Under the leadership of Sigismund, the Imperial Fists became the main fighting force that supported the empire and prevented it from collapsing during that period.

But with the disappearance of Sigismund himself after the Battle of Abaddon, the relatively peaceful Age of Two Emperors arrived, and the Imperial Fists, which had been severely damaged in the Age of Apostasy, gradually faded out of people's sight, and began to concentrate on defending Terra and stationing troops to defend the important node planets of the Empire that Dorn had instructed before going to bed.

Up to now, within the territory of the Empire, except for the key planets in the Storm Starfield where most of the Death Guard are stationed, the rest of the territory is stationed by the Sons of Robert and the Sons of Dorne.

On more desolate, remote, and strategically less valuable planets, people often see the bright yellow legion livery that shines like gold.

The Imperial Fists may not be mentioned by the Empire, but the Empire cannot be without the Imperial Fists.

This is Rogal Dorn, and the Sons of Dorn.

Thinking of this, Guilliman took a deep breath. He missed his best friend.

What the other Primarchs rarely knew was that, despite the fact that Guilliman and Dorn had little interaction, the two Primarchs actually had a good relationship.

The cool and refreshing air entered his nostrils, and Guilliman's eyelids suddenly twitched.

Even though the Phalanx had been disinfected by the Pale Lords and the Death Guard themselves, and over the past thousand years the Imperial Fists had often asked the Cult of the Dark to come and sterilize it, Guilliman still keenly smelled the faint scent of greenskin spores.

It is no exaggeration to say that during the Beast War and the time when the Phalanx was missing, almost every inch of the deck and wall of the Phalanx was soaked with the blood of greenskins. The savage and rough smell of the greenskin beasts penetrated deeply into this place and impressed the Imperial Fists in some kind of mystical range.

It seems that it is necessary to ask Hades to come and eliminate it again after this.

Guilliman thought to himself that Hades was now in the command room of the Phalanx. Hades had come here to isolate the warp to ensure the smooth awakening of Rogal Dorn.

But the moment Hades stepped onto the deck of the Phalanx, everyone felt the huge ship shake violently.

"Uh."

Hades paused for a moment, and looked at the people who turned around to look at him innocently.

"Obviously not because I'm too heavy."

Hades scratched his head. As the King of Hell, he could sense some kind of existence. On the Phalanx, there was something older and more in line with the subspace.

The sub-space machine soul that is truly accumulated through faith and time.

It was a pleasant surprise, but also expected.

"I won't hurt you."

Hades raised his hand and sent out radio waves. This was the language for communicating with the Warp Machine Souls. Hades didn't know it at first, but later he found a voice pack purely from other Warp Machine Souls in the corner of his memory.

This memory package seems to be from Mars, and Hades can hardly remember it.

In most cases, Hades would not communicate with the machine soul that was completely dependent on the subspace. He would rather devour it completely and restore the machine to its original state.

The "machine soul" he communicated with later was also built based on physical algorithms.

But Hades obviously couldn't just swallow up the entire Machine Soul of the Phalanx. It was obvious that the Machine Soul of this fortress was compatible with the Imperial Fists.

Hades decided to test the waters before making a decision: should he keep it or devour it? He needed to combine the machine soul itself with the will of the Imperial Fist.

"I mean no harm, I am merely an assistant here to awaken the Primarch Rogal Dorn, but I would like to have a few words with you now - are you willing?"

Hades was silent for a moment, and then the entire deck they were logged on to was lit up. He heard people's confused exclamations, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"That's welcome."

Hades said that he first spoke a few words to the primarchs and told the Imperial Fists about their current status, then Pluto went ahead to communicate, and Hades walked into the cabin as familiarly as if he was entering his own home.

According to common sense, he would be directly rejected by the Warp Machine Soul, or even worse, the Machine Soul that purely relies on the Warp would directly attack him, but the Mountain Phalanx is obviously more intelligent -

The larger and more complex the machine, the more intelligent the individuals will be.

………………

[Do I need to wait for him to come back? ]

Vulkan asked hesitantly. After embracing the new life, the armor on the Fire Dragon Lord looked even greener, like some kind of growing emerald plant.

Of course they knew who the "he" the Fire Dragon Lord was referring to.

【No need. 】

Mortarion spoke before Guilliman did, saying that the Pale Lord was standing opposite Vulkan, and he would need to cast a spell with the dragon later.

[His black domain can directly cover this place. I have already told him that once I give him a signal, the black domain will come directly here.]

【it is good. 】

Vulkan nodded and turned to look at the stasis chamber, where his brother Rogal Dorn was lying quietly, with blood still wet on his neck and chest.

The armor on Dorn was still the same one he had just been put in. Even when the light shone on Dorn, the armor covered with scratches and craters was still dim, like a rock swept by thousands of years of wind and frost.

In order to ensure the stability of Dorne's state, the Imperial Fists have never destroyed the stability of the static position here for thousands of years.

Vulkan couldn't help but recall the scenes of fighting with Rogal Dorn and Angron on the Phalanx. Those huge green-skinned warlords had really made them suffer a great loss. It was after the Beast War that the Empire began to pay attention to the alien races.

Aliens are no safer than heretics.

Vulkan felt sad for a moment. Not all Primarchs were like him, able to stand up again after death. Before becoming half-gods, the Primarchs died and could never return to the human world again.

Mortarion glanced at Vulkan, and seemed to know what the dragon was thinking.

The Pale Lord was speechless in his heart. Not all Primarchs were as exaggerated as Vulkan, who could stand up even with a broken head.

Only Mortarion knew that when the Phalanx killed the greenskins, the death of his own "withdrawal" greatly frightened the Lord of Death.

It was not a minor injury, nor was it a coma, nor was it exhaustion after a fierce battle. It was a whole head that fell off!
A! Whole! Head!

Then he came back to life!

If the Pale Lord knew some of Hades' "buzzwords", Mortarion would probably use the phrase "No, mate?" to express his feelings at the time.

Mortarion no longer wanted to say anything to his brother who was completely opposite to him. The Lord of Mankind favored this dark-skinned heir and granted him eternal life.

And after witnessing Vulkan's "rebirth", Mortarion didn't want to speak anymore.

Someone will always be luckier, but it won't be Mortarion.

[Shall we begin?]

Vulkan said, Mortarion thought that Vulkan's mood had changed from "somewhat hesitant" to "determined". So Mortarion nodded,

【bring it on. 】

He spoke hoarsely, reaching for the switch for the stasis position.

[…I promise you, your father will be fine.]

Before they entered the illusion, Vulkan spoke one last time to the Sons of Dorne behind them, who were so tense and stiff that they almost completely merged into the stone wall.

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

【Why?!】

Mortarion shouted angrily,

[Why are there still greenskins here? ! ]

The Grim Reaper swung his scythe fiercely, and the scythe head hit the greenskin's head heavily, turning the greenskin into greenskin sauce.

Thanks to Hades, the last thing Mortarion wants to see now is the greenskins.

[Why is Khorne here too?! ]

Mortarion shouted in disbelief, and with another beautiful scythe turn, hot blood splattered on the ground, spreading bright red and green all over the ground.

He had come to call back Rogal Dorn, and Mortarion expected a quiet awakening, not a chaotic fight.

[I think this may be related to the fact that he was confronting the greenskins before he fell into a coma! ]

A dull roar erupted from the greenskin hills, and then Vulkan rushed out swinging his hammer. The tall black man almost crushed a greenskin to death with one kick, as easily as a greenskin crushing a jumping spider.

【Stay away from me...】

Mortarion roared, and Vulkan, who was covered in greenskins, staggered to the side. The next moment, white mist filled the entire wilderness!

The Pale Lord lowered his authority, which made Vulkan feel a kind of suffocating discomfort. His breathing was rapid and his heart was pounding, but Vulkan finally stood firm.

His altitude allowed him to leave the foggy area directly, and with his excellent eyesight, Vulkan saw corpses everywhere.

【Luckily you are here,】

Vulkan sighed,

【It will take me a long time. 】

Mortarion glanced at him. For some reason, Vulkan always felt that Mortarion had a slight hostility towards him.

【We need to move forward as quickly as possible.】

The Pale Lord says,
[The demons of the greenskins and Khorne will continue to appear - I have figured out this space for the time being. Before he fell asleep, I think Dorn was stained with some of the breath of the greenskins and Khorne. ]

[I can understand the greenskins appearing here,]

After all, at that time, almost the entire Mountain Array was like being soaked in a green-skinned petri dish.

Vulkan hurriedly caught up with Mortarion. Perhaps his thought that Mortarion was hostile to him was just an illusion. After all, Mortarion chose to walk instead of flying in order to take care of Vulkan.

[But I don't understand... Khorne? ]

This seemed to be Mortarion's question as well. The Pale Lord was silent for a moment.
[This place has the instability and chaos of the warp - perhaps Dorn in some way once had an intersection with the Blood Lord, thus establishing a brief connection.]

But the connection was not so strong that they only appeared in Dorne's dreams, and their number was far less than the greenskins that filled the mountains.

The greenskins are the main threat to Dorne.

Death thought, he could imagine why Dorn hadn't woken up yet. In addition to the lack of the authority of "life", Dorn also had to face the overwhelming greenskins in his dreams.

Dorne may have been fighting these greenskins for thousands of years.

Mortarion thought about it and, with the breath of the Warp, they gradually approached Dorne's location. In the desert full of yellow sand, the figure of a fortress appeared in the distance on the horizon.

Given that this was Rogal Dorn, the two Primarchs were not surprised.

The closer they got to the fortress, the more greenskins there were. They could no longer see the demons of Khorne. It was as if those demons were just infiltrating from a corner of another world, and the real protagonists were the greenskins.

Mortarion narrowed his eyes and looked towards the fortress. As they approached, the fortress became larger and larger, almost blocking the entire horizon.

This is an unimaginable degree.

This is a building that is almost impossible to be built in reality.

The towering fortress stood tall. Mortarion saw its unaesthetic yellow stone walls, the ventilation passages that were cleverly concealed, and the artillery positions that were rationally placed behind the defensive walls. Every position that could be used to place artillery and machine guns had a corresponding existence. With a cursory glance, Mortarion even saw a temporary landing pad - the question was where would there be a helicopter for Dorn to take off and land? !

Dorne's defenses were not yet complete. In the circular area with the fortress as the center, chevaux de frise and electrified barbed wire were interlaced. Further out, Mortarion saw greenskin corpses falling freely in the air. They were the unfortunate greenskins who were blown away by the minefield outside.

What's even more ridiculous is that
This huge structure, this perfect fortification that could not be built in reality, this castle standing before them——

Absolutely, no door.

Yes, this fortress has no doors for entering or exiting at all - main door, side door, secret passage, none at all.

[This… this is really…]

Vulkan's stunned voice sounded beside Mortarion. Even a demigod-like Primarch was as small as an ant in front of such a building.

[…How do we get in? ]

Vulkan swallowed his saliva, his eyes reflected the machine guns and turrets that were firing automatically. The Primarch fully believed that there were even more terrifying fortifications behind this. The problem was that they had not seen Rogal Dorn yet - were they going to be overwhelmed by the fortifications set up by Dorn?
Don't ask me.

Mortarion said with a dead heart,
【Ask Rogal Dorn.】

They should have brought the Emperor.

The two Primarchs stood at the outermost edge of the minefield in a daze. The greenskins who were whistling past them had completely ignored the two Primarchs and instead rushed towards Dorne's fortress with all their heart.

These greenskins were terrifying. Vulkan even saw dozens of greenskins of the same level as the Warlords they had fought against on the Phalanx.

【etc. 】

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Mortarion suddenly spoke with caution.

[The greenskin's psychic energy is not moving in the right direction. 】

They immediately became alert, and then Vulkan watched as the largest and greenest one walked out from among the greenskins besieging the Dorne fortress. It was almost a circle larger than Vulkan himself.

What are they going to do?
Vulkan clenched the hammer in his hand, and then he saw the greenskin shouting towards the fortress like a bell.

"WAAAAAAAGH!!! Boss!!!! Just accept us, right?!!! Lead us on the expedition!!!"

? ? ? ? ?

As question marks popped up in Vulkan's mind and Mortarion had not yet started his ptsd, a loudspeaker slowly rose from the Rock Fortress.

[The 899983th warning, I am Rogal Dorn, I am a human, not a greenskin - get away from here immediately, greenskins. ]

Rogal Dorn said.

(End of this chapter)