Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 344 Save me!
Time goes back to the moment when the Black Templars surrounded him and left the room of the betrayer because of the Primarch's rejection - at that time they did not know that the noble Primarch of Iron Heart had fallen and joined the ranks of the betrayers - and came here.

The anger of grief and indignation gnawed at the pastor's heart.

Geratos' heart was filled with regret and shame. How could he ignore the call of genes and the connection of blood and do such a treasonous act to the reunited gene father? ! God Emperor! Did your favor leave me at that moment? !
Caleb's resentment was no less than that of the priest, except that he exchanged his Chain of Oath for Chain of Zealotry - which meant that he would wear this set of gauntlets and the weapon welded to it for the rest of his life. Until the end of his life, the weapon he wielded against the enemies of the God-Emperor would never leave his hands, nor would it stop his eternal crusade.

Holy Dorn must be rescued from the hateful kidnappers, the lying liars and the treacherous heretics. Even if we all stay here, it will be a pleasure. No, it can even be said that if it is for such a noble goal, dying here is such a glorious ending. No satisfaction can surpass the loyalty to the God-Emperor under His guidance and watchful eye!

The father, about whom no one had been able to find any information for thousands of years, met them face to face here. What else could it be but the pious reward and mission guided by the Great God-Emperor to his faithful believers?

If there is a warrior who has received the vision of the God-Emperor and led them forward, then what does it matter if the opponent is a rebellious Primarch? The charge against the rebels will prove the loyalty of the Black Templars in the light of the Holy Emperor!

Because the Primarch was determined not to leave with them, they had to stay here to accompany the Primarch who looked a little abnormal. After some difficult and devout prayers and cautious, wordless conversations, the Black Templars were now filled with pure anger for justice and revenge about what they had learned about the Gene-Father's experience after his disappearance - but also with extreme worry and heartbroken helplessness.

"My father Dorn, the Saint of Terra, why did you not speak to us from the beginning to the end, so that we could hear your voice happily after such a long time? If you have unfortunately lost your voice or cannot speak, please tell us. So that our hearts can mourn for you together."

Magna thought about this question ten million times in one millisecond, and then nodded after comparing various facts - it was true that he was not equipped with a voice system and loudspeaker, and the main body could not speak even when it was asleep.

The Black Templars passed on their repressed emotions to each other.

"Dorn, why do you insist on staying here instead of leaving with your loyal children and letting us have the honor of escorting you back to the mountain array on Holy Terra? It has been eight thousand years. I can't imagine how joyful the scene will be when you return there!"

This. Magna pondered, and the giant in golden armor remained silent under his fanatical gaze.

Finally he made a movement and shook his head.

"Are you going to abandon us..." The calm voice of Castle Lord Caleb turned hoarse, and Geratos looked like he wanted to die immediately to apologize.

Magnar shook his head frantically. The Black Templars were filled with inexplicable grief and indignation at the pure and innocent actions of the god-like giant. Everyone noticed the immature stubbornness of the soul that was wrong with it, but this was indeed Dorn's glorious golden armor. What they had felt before was not the pressure caused by aliens and wizards. As long as they were close to their father, that feeling would immediately make their heartbeats and breathing speed up. Now every believer claimed that they felt it. The devotion to the God-Emperor made it impossible for any Chaos to corrupt and deceive an entire company of Black Templars at the same time.

This was Rogal Dorn, that was for sure, but it was clear that something had happened to him to make him like this.

Thinking of the psychic wizard who brought them here, who was so powerful that even Geratos was afraid of him, the weird Contemptor Dreadnought, and the Primarch who shouldn't be here - wait, the twelfth Primarch Angron... His Highness...? Yes, yes, the great Ironheart, the Conqueror King of Nuceria, didn't His Highness Angron disappear in the warp storm along with his flagship?

"I must say, Caleb, in the name of the God-Emperor, there is definitely some smell of Chaos conspiracy here." Geratos said gloomily, stroking his reliquary with his burned hand.

"That is true, Geratos, but the Black Templars will never reject any challenge. As long as the eyes of the God-Emperor remain upon us, nothing else matters."

"Then, my father, my heart, glorious Dorne. Why are you..." The newly born machine soul had actually begun to feel impatient with the way these heirs spoke and the trouble they caused him. He reached out and tore off his helmet visor, trying to make them immediately understand why he couldn't leave -

The horrific truth revealed under the golden helmet once again made the Black Templars scream like they were on the verge of death and feel dizzy.

Under the golden visor was a death mask forged with ingenious craftsmanship - Rogal Dorn's resolute face was forever solidified by moon silver and fine gold, mechanical circuits and electronic muscles were exposed from the interface of his neck, and there was only a pair of ghostly flame-like white-blue eyes, pure and flawless, analyzing people's souls from the inside.

Then their father made a throat-cutting gesture by pointing at his throat, and then he raised it up from the throat, with the lower end separated on both sides of the sternum - the meaning of this gesture made the Black Templars who understood it shudder and feel furious - then he pointed at his own head, made a gesture of taking it out and separating it, and then pointed at his heart, made the same gesture, and then opened his gauntlet to them - the substitute for the hand left in the secret room on the mountain array was opened.

There was indeed no blood and flesh in it, only precise, rune-engraved circuits and complex pipes made up of electron beams, muscles, and biochemical fluids. Finally, with the sound of the vacuum lock exhausting, he opened his breastplate in front of them - the strange variety of organ wetware, machinery and runes inside were perfectly combined into a beautiful and rigorous cage-like structure, showing the ingenious craftsmanship of the nerves and organs that were carefully picked out and stripped from a huge body and finally embedded in this mechanical body.

——Is it so clear that you still don't understand! I am not your father! I was made using the cloned organs of my original body and technological machinery! Magna thought angrily, if the security protocol didn't allow me to type directly on your helmets...

"Who is it?! My father?! Who is it?! Could it be that even the descendants of the Emperor of God have committed such a heinous act?! He colluded with the wizard to turn his brother... turned your holy remains into a controlled..."

Geratos choked up, unable to add the words "wetware servitor" to the Father of Genes.

Caleb asked the word for him with difficulty.

"You... have become... your brother's... wetware machine...? So you can't come with us...?"

Hey, you see, it's true. Once the facts are laid out, it becomes clear. The main body is also made of wetware. I also made it with wetware. I did not violate the Crimson Agreement!

Magna Dorn nodded with satisfaction.

Then he was horrified to see this group of people raised all their weapons in unison, began to kneel around him, and made the final pre-battle prayers for their weapon spirits.

——It's not you?! Teacher! Ramizane! The real one! Save me!

Mr. Ramizhane Kalosini was also watching what was happening on Deck 7 with horror.

How to do how to do……

As he began to look around, he suddenly thought of a possible solution, the technique of which came from the personal instruction of Conrad Coates, a famous prophet who was unprecedented and unrivaled in this galaxy.

(End of this chapter)