Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 362 If There Must Be Sacrifices
The Emperor's Children's airdrop pods continued to rush towards this point in Satnain like colorful falling fireworks.

Magnar Dorn once again stood on the Wall of Saturnine, holding a greatsword, with Mathius and other descendants behind him, who were very young for a Space Marine.

Opposite him was Fulgrim, who was still laughing uncontrollably.

In the eyes of others, this scene seemed like the Terran Guardsman even had the leisure to face his fallen Primarch brother, leaning on his sword with one hand and rubbing his knotted brow with the other, sighing tiredly.

- and decided to keep his mouth shut as much as possible before and during this battle - wisely not to comment too much on the clothing style and beauty preferences of this brother of the original body - based on certain experiences, if he made comments, he would be knocked down by the opponent earlier.

Even though he had a learning ability and mind as precise as a machine, and had caught his offspring in the past few times and ignored their strange looks to focus on learning close combat skills, Fulgrim, who had the blessing of Sakya, was still too fast and immortal, and was really difficult to beat...

The gorgeous and charming darling of Slaanesh opposite had already curled up his thin and beautiful lips in dissatisfaction, looking at "Rogal Dorn" with extremely longing eyes.

Magna knew that this did not come from those low-level interests, but was a remnant of someone's complete madness and desperate depravity that remained in this lifeless being - perhaps by cutting off the rock-hard head of Rogal Dorn and tasting the bloody lips with his snake tongue, Zi Feng could find a trace of the shudder he felt when he first tasted Ferrus's equally warm kiss of death.

This is not a good memory. It is really troublesome that the human brain circuit cannot delete or isolate its own memory storage.

He sighed again, grasping his greatsword with both hands and lifting it off the ground.

This two-handed chainsaw giant sword was really too big, and its shape and weight were originally designed for frontal attacks and confrontations, so to use it to imitate Fulgrim's light swordsmanship would require more practice and mastery, as well as a little modification, but he did not have time to modify it. Now, apart from personnel, what they lacked most was time.

——How come except for the ninth brother of the original body who is relatively reliable, the others are all fucking (here, Magna finally couldn’t help but secretly learn some swear words from Lamizane, no one will hear it anyway) not listening to orders? ! Overdue in the battlefield? ! Free and undisciplined? ! Refusing to communicate? ! What’s going on in their heads? ! Did the original body do everything alone? ! Why are you still defending the city if you don’t obey orders? ! If I were the original body, I wouldn’t have treated them so well at that time! Humph! If the original body was unhappy, it would go to join the Queen of Glory and run away! Ugh, damn it! Although I know that the original body was really carrying the hope of all mankind at that time, so there was no way and I couldn’t show weakness, collapse or get angry at anyone... But... No one should bear these... Damn it! ! ! When I go back, I must...!
He glanced at the Templar Commander who had just arrived and was standing beside him.

Originally, when Magnar was certain after three times that Fulgrim would definitely appear on this section of the city wall with the Emperor's Children, he guessed that there should be a battle between kings here.

Therefore, he had not brought too many of his descendants with him before, but instead had them wait for opportunities to encircle and suppress the attacking forces of the Emperor's Children that emerged.

After all, only a Primarch can kill a Primarch.

Even though he had seen the future Black Templars with his own eyes, Magnar did not think it was reasonable to let his descendants or anyone else to create an opportunity for him to kill just to delay for a millisecond.

One afternoon, while sitting in front of the French window of the Iron Blood and drinking Rekha coffee, Ramizane told him: "You ask me what I think... In order to achieve the ideals in people's hearts, sacrifice is inevitable, but those who make decisions must never regard the sacrifices made by others for lofty ideals as dedication to achieving their own personal goals. No matter what the circumstances are, if the two are confused, it will be difficult to define the difference between heroes and dragons."

At that time, the young Master Controller Machine Soul saw a very complicated, sad and happy expression on the face of the Iron Warrior Ahlin, who was adding new cables to the back brain interface of the Iron Lord. But at that time, he could not understand the subtle emotional changes of human beings. It was just that when he tried different directions and endings countless times, he would always think of this sentence unexpectedly.

Therefore, even after repeating the beginning over and over again, sitting in the command center or on the city wall thinking for a long time, Magna ultimately did not take the initiative to try some of the methods that he actually wanted to try.

For example, he could just take his own children and all other people who could make it in time and jump onto the Phalanx and run away. Magnar Dorn knew that this was possible. At least Constantine Waldor would definitely list it as a top option. As long as "Rogal Dorn" said he could not hold on and was willing to retreat with them, the commander of the Royal Guards would immediately mobilize his colleagues to "do extraordinary but necessary things" together.

For example, as soon as he appeared on the platform garden, he would do nothing and wait for Sinderman to jump down by himself - he didn't even need to do anything, as long as he didn't make a sound, the man would jump down - so that no one would see him - and then quietly run out of the defense range of the void shield to find Perturabo - yes, he already knew that Perturabo and his intimate Iron Blood were currently anchored near Holy Terra - he also believed that if he just wanted to protect himself, there would be no problem, as long as he was willing to find Perturabo. As long as he was willing to find Perturabo, coax him like begging a teacher, beg him, and say the words he liked to hear, the Iron Lord would immediately be furious, but he would definitely not kill him - for some reason, Magna Dorn had a natural and certain grasp of this.

But the others... everyone else... the souls of all the others... the souls and future of all humanity...

The malicious turbid waves formed by the lifeless ones slapped the continental plates and crust of the entire Terra. The magnificent city formed by the Himalayas and the mysterious organization underneath it were trembling under the combined impact of material and non-material forces. This vibration brought his thoughts back to the battlefield in front of him.

Fulgrim was still smiling at him. Every part of this beautiful Primarch who stretched himself out to allow Slaanesh to take possession of him was the ultimate description of the word beauty when viewed separately, but when put together, there was a strange antonym of beauty.

It’s too late.

Magna thought, Ramizane really likes to say this word.

Then he thought again of what Ramizane had told him, throwing away those other options, which was why Magna Dorn was still standing here, ready to deal with the demon lord in front of him.

"Father."

The person next to him suddenly spoke.

"If there is to be a sacrifice, please let me go first."

Without giving Magna time to question or stop him, Sigismund gripped the sword that was chained to his arm and strode forward, raising his head to face the Fallen Primarch who was three times taller than him.

"Before you hurt my father, your opponent is me first."

Fulgrim on the opposite side straightened his twisted waist because he felt that he was being looked down upon by his brother.

"You little Roger puppy! You are not worthy to be my opponent! I will immediately rip you open and take out your heart to show it to your father! He is my trophy!"

"Oh."

Sigismund raised his sword in greeting with an unusually cool but restrained courtesy.

No one saw his move.

But he moved.

(End of this chapter)