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

Chapter 745 189. What are you doing to me?
"and many more,"

In the quiet shadow of the Mountain Array, only a terrible red light could be seen flashing in Pluto's left pupil.

"I don't understand - wait, what do you mean by 'after the Emperor has raised you for more than a month'?"

Hades was shocked. He had just met Neos and Rogal Dorn, who came from another destiny. He learned that this Dorn probably came from another story line.

What could this be? The first thing that came to Hades' mind was the original storyline, of course, it could also be other pseudo-warp lines, such as Robert's Rebellion/Guilliman's Rebellion, Dorne's Rebellion... or even some more unorthodox storylines, such as gender reversal.

But his ears clearly heard 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 cognition, there is no pseudo-warp that he is familiar with that is this beginning, at least the creators have reached some consensus on throwing away the original body.

"interesting."

Neos was thoughtful, and Hades saw the stars of wisdom flashing in Neos' eyes.

“Is this the opportunity He chose to change?”

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

"You mean—the Lord of Change?!"

The emperor nodded.

"Exactly. I thought I had two of our Necron allies explain that to you."

Hades instantly began to brainstorm, and he recalled the explanation Trazyn had given him when Slaanesh fell.

In short, taking Slaanesh, a god with clear appearance and death time, as the anchor point, different timelines are created by taking advantage of the space-time fluctuations at the moment of the god's revival/fall.

Just like Schrödinger's cat, people can only see the box, but no one knows whether the cat is dead or alive until its ending is observed.

The Fall of Slaanesh is connected to the Resurrection of Slaanesh, and then the Resurrection of Slaanesh is started. A coin is tossed, and no one knows whether it will be heads up or tails up before the coin hits the ground.

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

In other words, the fate of the galaxy is now divided between the Lord of Humanity and the Lord of Change, each of whom holds a different side. They are moving forward in parallel until the final outcome collapses into a certain point.

"..."

Hades took a deep breath.

"So this Dorn comes from that timeline—the one where Tzeentch wins big?"

The emperor nodded, then shook his head with a smile.
"Yes and no."

It was the same damn answer again. Hades raised his eyebrows. This time he didn't need to ask "explain it" anymore. Neos spoke automatically.

"That timeline was indeed dominated by Tzeentch - but who stipulated that he would succeed in that timeline? Just like this timeline now,"

Neos spread his hands.
"Am I victorious in this timeline?"

What he said seemed to make some sense, but Hades decided not to take what Neos said as the truth.

"I understand... At some point, we will meet an 'old friend' from another destiny line."

"At the moment I agreed with Tzeentch - when the Chaos Octagon returns to 9, then we can open the box to see the surprise."

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

Hades said silently that he had completely understood it, and that was also how Trazyn explained it at the time.

"This is the only way to eliminate Tzeentch."

Neos added that this was a very aggressive move to prove that he was not incompetent, but it was indeed the only way.

There is only one way to force Jianqi to go all out: place your bet as high as possible and then welcome Him to the table.

"So,"

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

“That’s what confuses me.”

Neos glanced sideways, looking at the smooth command deck of the Phalanx as if he was looking at his favorite child.

"Through Donne's description,"

Neos paced slowly.
"I think... maybe at some important point in his life, he and my Dorn made the same choice at the same time."

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

"Go on, Dawn."

Neos said softly, with an unsuppressible smile on his face.
"Since you're here now, I believe you made the right decision - you're loyal, right?"

"Rogal Dorn is always loyal."

Dorn of the Phalanx answered like this.

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

【I fell into the trap of the Lord of Blood.】

Dorn spoke hoarsely, blinking and deliberately keeping a certain distance from Robert Guilliman, Mortarion, and Vulkan.

This move seemed to sadden Guilliman and Vulkan, but Mortarion was pleased to see Dorn do so.

[My memory is already blurred. During the time when I led the Imperial Fists to reconquer the dark side of the Empire, I led the Legion to fight against the planets that believed in Khorne for a long time.]

[To my surprise,]

Dorn's eyes did not blink, the scene seemed to be vivid in his mind.
[I found Imperial warriors and Space Marines who had fallen into the worship of Khorne, and among them I found Space Marines similar to the Imperial Fists. ]

I think you were very angry.

Mortarion, standing aside with his arms folded, said coldly,
Dorn nodded.
[I was indeed very angry. This was an extremely dereliction of duty and blasphemy. I led the warriors to eliminate them and left the prisoners to torture.]

[What shocked me even more was that they were the Imperial Fists - but they were not my descendants. I could feel the connection with them, but it was different from a normal blood connection.]

Dorn paused, as if searching for the right words, and his brothers just stared at him, waiting quietly.

【It's like a mirror image.】

Finally, Dorn described it this way.

[I tried to dig deeper into the connection, but because the Legion was at odds with the psychic forces such as the Astronomical Court, the think tank within the Legion could not interpret this phenomenon, so I had to put this idea aside - the dark side of the empire was still in chaos at that time, and there were too many planets to be rescued. I couldn't delay this matter for too long.]

[I guess you probably thought it was Alpha's conspiracy, or the work of some corrupt pharmacist.]

Dorn was silent again. He looked at Mortarion and blinked.

[I have indeed considered this possibility - Mortarion... You are more rational than the man I know.]

The Pale Lord suddenly began to gasp for air, like a man dying of tuberculosis.

【What's the meaning? 】

Mortarion asked,

[What do you mean by "the person you know"... There is another me, right? ]

Mortarion felt his heart grow cold and heavy. He certainly knew part of the Emperor's "gambling plan". If what the Emperor said was true, then there would be another completely different destiny -

And above that, there is naturally another completely different Mortarion.

Mortarion's thoughts couldn't help but diverge a step further. Would Hades exist on that line of destiny?
The answer is probably no. If Chaos wants to win, then Pluto, who caused severe damage to the Warp, will definitely not appear.

[Please wait a moment, everyone.]

Guilliman suddenly spoke, and the look Dorn shot him made the Lord of the Empire uncomfortable.

【I need an explanation.】

Guilliman Robert said matter-of-factly.

………………

【Then things get even weirder.】

[The Imperial Fists I led encountered another powerful greenskin army. This greenskin army appeared without any warning, as if it appeared out of thin air.]

[I realized that the legion I led was not enough to destroy the greenskins, so I led the army to resist the greenskins' attack while sending a signal for help to the Empire.]

The Imperial Fists' distress signal was not received by the Empire because of the unstable warp of the Empire's dark side and the lack of a complete set of astropaths. Mortarion looked sideways and heard Guilliman curse the Astropathic Court in a low voice.

[I continued to fight until Vulkan and Angron arrived.]

Vulkan smiled awkwardly. Before they arrived, Dorne had persisted alone for at least a few decades.

Dorn paused for a moment, frowning as if he was considering his next words.

[I don't usually use my own feelings when I was seriously injured and extremely tired as credible evidence, but during the time I led the Imperial Fists to fight the greenskins on the Phalanx, I often felt that I was not on the Phalanx I was familiar with.]

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 there were people fighting beside him, but in fact, there were no other living things around him except his own offspring and the corpses of the greenskins.

Dawn looked at his brothers, thinking they would at least challenge him for using his imprecise feelings as evidence, but they didn't, so Dawn continued.

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

【But you didn't really fall asleep. 】

Mortarion suddenly interrupted.
[You should have been "dead", but I refused your death, so you are in some undefined state - in fact, I don't know where you went. ]

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

This also made Mortarion confused and puzzled at the time, and in the end he could only attribute the reason to the lack of "rebirth".

【I fell into the illusion of Khorne.】

Dorn said word by word.

[No, I saw another me.]

He said, without blinking, clearly beginning to be confused as well.

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

When the first of the Fallen, Mortarion, appeared, Dorn and his Imperial Fists were sent to the Far North Segmentum Obscurus to drive out a greenskin army that had suddenly emerged from the Warp.

Because of the exclusion, the supply of the Imperial Fists was in an unstable state for a long time. At that time, the Imperial Fists had just ended a war of conquest with a planet suspected to be Khorne. The legion suffered heavy casualties, but was not allowed to rest.

This decision may not have been made by the Emperor himself, but by the Munitors, and Dorn could have simply objected to the request, as Primarch, and the Legion would have at least been given a short break.

But after analysis, Dorn believed that his legion was capable of this mission, so the Imperial Fists set out again.

In fact, if the Imperial Astronomican had not been extinguished, the Imperial Fists could have successfully completed the operation to clear out the greenskins. However, at the moment when the Imperial Fists were fighting the greenskins -

The Star-Torch went out.

The violent fluctuations in the warp space directly reversed the situation of the battle, and the Khorne demon army that emerged from the Phalanx also joined the battle.

Dorn acted decisively and immediately sent a distress signal to Terra, then led his descendants to fight the enemy on the Phalanx.

It is worth mentioning that Rog Dorn is not a cruel person, he is just too silent. Even though he is taciturn, Rog has been encouraging his descendants. He sets an example himself, and this most determined and indestructible stone wall has always been standing at the forefront.

This battle with such a huge disparity in strength should have ended immediately, but with the hard support of Dorn himself and his descendants, the war miraculously lasted for dozens or even hundreds of years, until -

Rogal Dorn's would-be allies boarded the Phalanx.

Vulkan, the kind and foolish green dragon, and Angron, the lord of mockery and lust.

【etc? ! 】

【etc?!!!】

Vulkan suddenly roared, his voice almost breaking through the ceiling of the Phalanx. The Primarch waved his arms in a somewhat comical panic, his eyes wide open.
【What did you say?! Dorn?! What did you just say? ! ! !】

The reactions of the other two Primarchs were similar to Vulkan. Guilliman almost lost his composure. He covered his mouth tightly, as if trying to stifle the scream in his throat. Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead.

Mortarion gurgled, and aside from his dead breathing, the Pale Lord froze in place, like some insect in a state of stress.

[I am confused too.]

Dorn said slowly,

[I remember you saved me, Vulkan—of course, I mean you who are standing in front of me now.]

…………

"In another fateful line, Vulkan and Angron are confirmed to have fallen."

The cold light of the star slowly streaked across the floor from the command window. The Emperor spoke calmly, with golden circles flashing in his eyes.

"Vulkan voted for Nurgle, and Angron for... Slaanesh?"

Behind him, Hades was analyzing. Pluto had a stern expression, but he was still facing reality.

"He's actually quite suitable for the Lord of Lust."

The Emperor said calmly that it should be said that Angron's original conception was the possibility of falling.

"But I don't know why Khorne finally reached out to him."

"So does that mean Mortarion is spared?"

There was a hint of death in Hades' tone. Analyzing is one thing, accepting is another. Although one was mentally prepared for Tzeentch to win big, it still made one feel heavy after hearing it.

………………

[I fought against them - I knew I couldn't fail, or I might become like them.]

Dorn said, and Guilliman noticed that he clenched his fists, blood seeping from Dorn's fists.

In fact, the two of them could easily defeat Dorn, who was on his deathbed, but the Stone showed amazing willpower at the last moment, and with the successive sacrifices of the Imperial Fists, Dorn was able to barely fight the two Primarchs.

until--

[Seeing that it was impossible to break through the Mountain Array in a short time,]

Dorn said calmly, he looked towards Mortarion, the light in his eyes reflecting the fear that Mortarion felt.

[Then the Kind Fool and the Playful One called for another, and the moment I saw him, I realized that Vulkan and Angron were just his victims, and so was I.]

Dorn stared at Mortarion, unblinking.

[The chief heretic, Mortarion. ]

Before the behemoth called Mortarion collapsed, Hades's frantic cry came from the corridor.
“Stop it! Stop it!!! Stop talking!!! Stop talking!!!!!!”

boom!
Hades slammed the door open, his eyes wide open in shock, and saw Mortarion, his whole body frozen, turning his head towards him slowly and in disbelief.

【I am the first one to fall. 】

In the silence, Hades swallowed.

"So, are you feeling okay now, Lao Mo?"

He looked at Mortarion, his mind full of thoughts. Even though Mortarion was now strong enough and open-minded enough, this was indeed not something that any Primarch could accept calmly.

Mortarion looked at Hades somewhat dully, and Hades thought that Mortarion wanted to say something like "it's okay" or "it doesn't matter".

But these futile words stagnated in Mortarion's throat, and ultimately could not reach the truth.

Finally, the reality that Mortarion arrived at was,

【Let me sleep for a while, Hades.】

As he expected, the black area immediately surged up and covered him.

……

Guilliman looked at the silent Mortarion, swallowed hard, and looked at Hades.
[I can also——]

"You are not, my child."

Neos's calm voice came, and Hades turned around and saw the Lord of Humanity in a plain robe walking in.
"You are the ruler of a nation - you have no one to deal with but Roboute Guilliman."

There was another light flashing in Neos' eyes.
"Or you can listen to your identity from another world, my child - Guilliman the Kingslayer."

Hades, who was dragging Mortarion, felt that Guilliman was about to fall.

(End of this chapter)