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

Chapter 743 187. Dorne? !
【Moon】

Although a lot has changed over the past ten thousand years, this secret, huge laboratory is still the same as he first remembered.
Countless humming hoses deliver liquid into petri dishes of all sizes, inside which slightly disturbing flesh and blood is beating.

Neos calmly looked at the reflection of his face on the curved surface of the experimental culture chamber. Inside the chamber, among the rising bubbles of various sizes, the creatures generated by the blood of the original stack were slowly growing.

“They had some difficulties.”

The Emperor suddenly spoke calmly, as if he was penetrating space and seeing the Phalanx currently anchored directly above Terra.

This reminded Neos of the scene at that time. On the throne, he tried to visit and find his heir, Rogal Dorn.

He successfully entered the Scion's dream, but was then submerged by a sea of ​​greenskins.

...?
At that time, Neos had not yet experienced the baptism of the Underworld Clan. After a moment of confusion, the Lord of Mankind accepted the current situation and tried to continue searching deeper for his offspring.

What made him feel a little uneasy, or perhaps what made him make up his mind, was that Neos saw the power of Khorne in Dorne's dream.

This confused him more than the fact that Neos was drowned by the greenskin ocean. The Blood Lord was indeed a greedy being, but that did not mean that He could ignore any rules and forcibly impose His power on the Emperor's children.

He at least needs a medium, a hint from the subspace - an opportunity, an introduction.

But as far as the Emperor knew, his son Dorn had not had much contact with Khorne before this.

This is somewhat intriguing.

The Emperor had intended to take Dorne away directly, and let this absolutely loyal and steadfast heir become his helper like Fernus or Lorgar, but something unfortunate happened -

The Emperor himself could not enter Dorne's fortress.

Neos would never admit that afternoon, when he stood in front of Dorne's fortress, listening to Rogal Dorn's words to the greenskins, he was not invited, standing among the greenskins all over the mountains, and the scene was a little awkward.

Rogal Dorn's castle also denied the Lord of Mankind psychic access.

There are several possibilities. One is that Dorne finally reached his rebellious period, but this is obviously impossible.

The second is that Dorn's defense mechanism will exclude all psychic powers of a similar scale to Khorne's psychic power; the third is that Dorn is guarding against the existence of the same origin as Neos' psychic power.

The Emperor had no answer to this question, for he was still on the throne, and the news of Pluto's return was as unlikely as Malcador's change of heart.

So Neos had to leave for the time being. For the Lord of Mankind, the only good news might be that even if he left, Dorne would not be contaminated by the greenskins or Khorne in his dreams.

These forces that seek to corrupt his Seventh Son will only repeat their futility over and over again, and the Rock will never move.

The Emperor wisely chose to retreat. He did not have to call Dorn over and over again. When the right time came, Rogal Dorn would wake up on his own.

And now, the opportunity has come.

While Neos was pleased with the busy Primarchs on the Phalanx, he also felt a little sad about his own misfortune and overtime work.

However, he now knew why Khorne appeared in Dorne's dream, and why his heir rejected him.

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【Dorn! 】

【Dorn!!】

[Rog Do——Ah ...

The roar of the Fire Dragon Lord bounced up and down in the air, and the end of his last shout still had a tremor of lingering fear, but this might not be Vulkan's fault, because Mortarion's flying skills obviously could not be described as "skilled".

Yes, after looking at each other in silence, the two Primarchs decided to try the most unlikely landing pad.

Therefore, they need to fly high to avoid the greenskins and the automatic tracking missiles launched from the castle. At the same time, this also puts forward new load requirements for Mortarion.

Fortunately, Hades had already greatly trained Mortarion's maximum flying load before this, so Vulkan did not have to worry about being thrown down by the Pale Lord due to his own weight during the flight.

Mortarion swore that this was the third stupidest thing he had ever done, flying with the Fire Dragon Lord amidst the greenskins' onlookers and exclamations, while Vulkan was still stupidly shouting Dorn's name loudly -

In the hope that Rogal Dorn would recognize them in advance.

Mortarion was dissatisfied, and the Primarch immediately made a new decision. The white mist representing death instantly fell from between his flapping wings, like a waterfall from the sky.

The white mist hung to the ground, and the greenskins that were stained by the white mist fell down silently immediately. This scene successfully frightened the rest of the greenskins who were standing there, drooling with their mouths wide open, looking up at Mortarion and Vulkan.

Mortarion was satisfied to see the greenskins disperse, which greatly alleviated his inner dissatisfaction. Even Mortarion, the Primarch, knew that his actions were somewhat inappropriate and should not be watched and recorded.

If possible, they should all be silenced.

Mortarian thought with despair, and the Vulkan in his hand became mentally heavier because of this.

But fortunately, Vulkan has not yet reached the tonnage of Hades.

Forcing Hades to take off is a real challenge for Mortarion. Most of the time, Hades needs to use the Star God's take-off to assist them in taking off and increasing their altitude in the early stages.

【I think our brother recognized me. 】

Amid the whistling wind, Vulkan spoke, interrupting Mortarion's concentrated meditation.

[…We were not intercepted by his missiles.]

Mortarion responded to Vulkan. In order to prevent being locked by tracking missiles, Bone Moth had been preparing for a high-altitude and difficult flight.

If necessary, Mortarion had decided to let Vulkan free fall for a while so that he could shake off the missile's tracking.

But fortunately he didn't have to torture Vulkan so much, just as Dorne didn't intend to torture them.

【He's not going to come out to greet us?】

Vulkan's somewhat lost voice sounded, and Mortarion ignored the fire dragon. It was better not to come out to greet it than to greet it with artillery.

He narrowed his eyes. They were already flying over the fortress, and Mortarion prepared to land.

【preparation.】

Mortarion said, and Vulkan, who was pulling him, uttered a single syllable in confusion.

【? ——? ! 】

The next moment, two huge objects with acceleration greater than that of free fall crashed to the ground!
boom! ! !
Thick smoke rose up to a height of more than ten meters. Two dark shadows stood up in the air. White helmets broke through the smoke and a line of tobacco passed by. Mortarion stood on the tarmac with a calm expression.

I hope our brother won't resent me for destroying his landing pad a little.

Mortarion said lightly, a cough sounded behind him, and Vulkan staggered out with his back hunched and his hands covering his mouth and nose. Hearing Mortarion's words, Vulkan looked back hesitantly.

He felt that it was not "slightly" damaged, but it was not because the building was not stable, it was purely because the weight of the two of them was "a little" too great.

【Let me explain the reason. Dorn is not an unreasonable person.】

Vulkan said, but in fact, Dorne was sometimes terribly difficult to deal with, and the dragon recalled some not-so-good memories.
During the Great Crusade, sometimes his vague words might draw Dorne's righteous criticism, and Vulkan could not explain it clearly, which resulted in either Fulgrim coming to rescue him or Guilliman coming to divert Dorne's attention.

Today, Vulkan glanced at Mortarion, who was striding towards the depths of the fortress, and the fire dragon realized something belatedly -

Perhaps it shouldn't be just him and Mortarion, they should at least bring Guilliman, or maybe Angron.

Although the idea was somewhat offensive, Vulkan did not have much faith in Mortarion's language ability. …………………………

【Mountain Phalanx】

"You were born during the period when Primarch Dorn led the Imperial Fists to reclaim lost planets from the Dark Side of the Empire?"

Hades stood alone in the command room. He asked the Imperial Fists and the crew to leave temporarily. He hoped to talk to the machine spirit alone.

Before communicating alone, Hades briefly asked the technical sergeants of the Imperial Fists, and the reply he received was that the Imperial Fists did believe that the Phalanx had its own consciousness to some extent.

It's just that this will has always been unwilling to communicate with them directly.

…………

"But when we're in crisis,"

Hades looked at the Imperial Fist veteran in front of him. He was a technical sergeant in the Mountain Guards. Even with his helmet on, Hades felt that this soldier seemed to want an autograph from him.
Because of the strategy on Mars that year, Hades has long been famous among the technical sergeants of various legions.

"We can feel that the Phalanx is alive and it is helping us."

Hades nodded, thoughtfully.

………………

"Yes."

The response from the Phalanx brought Hades back to his senses. Hades was not surprised at all. The dark side of the empire at that time was already in chaos in the subspace, so it was very likely that machine souls would be born.

"So you have been serving the Imperial Fists ever since?"

“That’s not true.”

Hades watched the indicator light on the command console flashing a cold light.

"I was initially unsure of who I was, what my status was; I had no control over the Phalanx."

Unable to control the Phalanx?
Hades blinked, his expression remained calm, but alarm bells began to ring in his heart.

This obviously shouldn't happen.

A machine soul that was born out of people's belief in a certain machine has full control over the machine from the moment it was born. When people usually say a machine soul is "weak", they mean that the machine soul has a weak self-awareness and is unable to communicate with humans or manifest spirits, rather than being unable to control the machine.

However, it cannot be ruled out that the Shan Zhen was too large, or there was a device on the Shan Zhen at the time to suppress psychic energy, which resulted in the machine soul being unable to control the entire Shan Zhen.

Hades pondered, there is another possibility, that is, the machine soul that is talking to him now - is not a real machine soul.

Rather, it was an alien subspace entity that attached itself to the Phalanx and, by some strange coincidence, eventually became the "machine soul" of the Phalanx.

"So are you sure who you are now?"

Hades asked cautiously, waiting for a response, but this time, the Machine Spirit's answer came 0.13 nanoseconds slower than he should have.

After a "long" silence,
"I ask to see the Lord of Mankind."

The machine soul replied.

"???"

Question marks popped up in Hades' mind, and at one point he had a vision of an innocent person being interrogated by an evil force, shouting that he wanted to see the judge.

Although the sense of déjà vu was a bit strong, Hades instantly figured it out. It was probably some kind of subspace existence that possessed the Phalanx and became its later "machine soul".

In view of the performance and answers of this machine soul, Hades is more inclined to believe that it is the soul of a hero of the empire, or the embodiment of the collective will of the souls of heroes.

And it is very likely that he is an Imperial Fists warrior.

By chance, he possessed the Shanzhen.

In the subsequent battles, this "Machine Soul" grew and developed in the high-intensity and unstable warp environment. At the same time, the Imperial Fists' belief in the Phalanx also nourished him, and eventually made him the "Machine Soul" that defended the Phalanx.

Thinking of this, Hades roughly understood that perhaps this "machine soul" transformed from a certain warrior hero might have some secrets, so he hoped to find the Lord of Mankind.

Hades was about to call Neos, but before that he decided to ask a few more questions.

"You mean the Emperor? I can certainly call the Emperor for you - but I wish to know why you wish to see him."

Hades said that he thought it was a reasonable request, and if the origin of this machine soul came from the Imperial Fists, then he should respond to him.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

?

Before Hades could ask the next question, the Mountain Array Machine Soul spoke again, and the radio waves reached Hades' brain.

"Who is the real ruler of the empire now?"

"Is it you, or the Lord of Humanity?"

This was the right question. Hades couldn't help but smile. He shook his head mysteriously.
"neither."

He said as Guilliman, at the other end of the Phalanx, suddenly felt a chill.

"The current Lord of the Empire is Robouti Guilliman."

To Hades's surprise, the Mountain Array's machine soul fell silent again, and this time the silence lasted much longer than he had imagined.

Hades could only stand in front of the command desk and wait for the machine spirit's answer. The eyes of the stars were looking at him from the porthole, and there were only indicator lights and the slight hum of the engine.

Finally, the Machine Soul sent out something that Hades would never have thought of.

If it is the loyal Roboute Guilliman,

The radio was silent for a moment, but Hades was already shocked. What did "if it was loyal Guilliman???" mean?

The Machine Spirit means there is still a disloyal Guilliman???
【Then I am sincerely proud of him. 】

The Mountain Phalanx Machine Soul said, Hades frowned, he realized that the origin of this machine soul seemed to be far more complicated than he imagined.

"Who are you anyway?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

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[Why is the power of Khorne here even stronger? 】

Mortarion frowned and muttered to himself as he and Vulkan stood in the corridor of the fortress that seemed to be completely soaked in blood. The God of Death suddenly had an ominous thought.

[Dorn, are you okay?!]

Vulkan called out, but the only response was the echo from the corridors.

(End of this chapter)