Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 727: There is always a first time for everything, Dorn
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When confronted face to face with a Primarch who had not yet experienced the Heresy - especially when his name was Rogal Dorn - Mr. Ramezan Kalosini's first reaction was to doubt his own dog for the first time in his life.

“I even held my breath when I first saw him appear!”

He approached Perturabo suspiciously after the meeting, trying to find any sign of panic in those sea pine green eyes.

"I used to think that the statement 'the Primarch is like a ball of energy storm or stellar core condensed in a humanoid body' was an exaggeration through the filter of Astartes or mortals! But he really is like that! It is simply amazing and so magnificent... shocking! It is so touching that it makes me cry. I felt like an ice cream standing there in the sun! So why did I feel so... calm when I saw your Primarch's body when I first arrived at the Iron Blood? Are you hiding something from me?"

Of course, the Iron Lord in the Horus shell, who was familiar with this gentleman's unique personality and thinking circuits, remained fearless in the face of danger, and once again used a set of old-fashioned but useful and skillful chain tricks to coax and deceive and save the galaxy before it happened.

At the same time, he was satisfied to see that several major customers' balance sheets had added a new debt of favor - these contracts could be executed, exchanged or used to achieve other purposes when the time was right.

"...Anyway, you think he's so dazzling and magnificent because he hasn't experienced the Heresy and the Siege of Terra yet."

Perturabo concluded, "The Siege of Terra and the events on Vengeful Spirit took an immeasurable toll on him physically and mentally... The Iron Prison became a grinding wheel of blood and despair... Tsk!"

He spat angrily with Horus's wide-set eyes and straight nose, "He couldn't do it and felt that he couldn't leave any hidden danger to Guilliman, so he let me be the executioner! Humph! Just as he wished! I turned his bright yellow stone sons into pink mortar in front of him one by one! Humph! "

"Calm down, aren't we on this mission to try to avoid these bad things later? So according to what you said, what I saw is... uh, that is, his soul is still full of positive energy such as hope, future, and peace?"

"That's right." Perturabo turned his eyes away slightly. "It's the full confidence that all the sacrifices and helplessness we make now are for the glory of the beautiful society he expects will surely be realized in the future."

They were silent for a while.

"That's regretful."

Finally, Ramizane said softly.

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Let's go back to the strategy room meeting on the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit.

When Rogal Dorn stepped steadily onto the sixty-six-foot-long ceremonial avenue in front of the strategic room steps, followed by his son in bright yellow armor, he obviously noticed who were the two brothers waiting for him on the strategic room deck at the end of the avenue, standing under the hanging Eye of Terra and three legion flags.

However, he might have completely ignored the countless preachers, imperial army and fleet officers, nobles and other people considered important who were surrounding them and even further away on the podium and casting their eyes at them.

Because everyone saw the supreme commander of the Seventh Legion glance at the two brothers, not hiding his different views on them in public. Then he just nodded in the direction of "Horus" standing from a distance, as a courtesy to the rank of "Warmaster" - considering that Ramezane was standing next to Perturabo, Dorn's behavior might immediately be engraved in his book of hatred for Perturabo himself, but for the fake "Perturabo", this was no problem at all.

Someone even thought that Dorn was quite polite and respectful, so when "Horus" smiled at Dorn, he also smiled and nodded at him.

——The Huscarls guards of the Imperial Fists who followed Rogal Dorn were secretly surprised to find that there was an imperceptible hesitation in the footsteps of their gene-father between two firm steps.

It must be said that everyone in the strategy room, including the two noble Primarchs, stood to welcome Rogal Dorn's arrival. It was not because they all showed special respect to the Praetorian Guard, nor was it because the space here was so large that it could not accommodate three Primarch-sized thrones (? ), but purely "because Horus once said that he did not want to have any formalistic throne here. But in fact, its function is more exaggerated than a throne. - BY Perturabo's popular science."

Replacing the usual throne, a huge, roughly polished, primitive stone platform was placed in a prominent position in the center of the strategic room. Its surface was flat without any excessive patterns. The overall shape was a perfect circle with a diameter of about ten meters and a height of about one meter above the ground.

Soon, the third Primarch walked to the stone platform on the large semicircular platform where the strategy room was located, with the Imperial Army guard of honor holding power spears on both sides welcoming him without blinking, and greeted "Horus" with a solemn face.

Then, turning more solemnly - even warily - to a brother with whom he had always been at odds, and whose hostility was rumored to have reached an unprecedented level after he was appointed Guardsman of Terra after the triumph of Ullanor, Dorn was prepared for any unexpected event that might happen next.

- According to the latest statistics from the Ministry of Munitions, many Iron Warriors who were stationed on conquered worlds or participating in lengthy siege battles on the front lines were recalled to their father's expeditionary fleet by the Tridents almost overnight, just to have enough manpower to appease the tremendous wrath of their gene-father while maintaining the morale of the fleet.

Because Perturabo was said to have been so angry upon learning of the major changes in events on Ullanor, resulting in heavy casualties among the Iron Warriors command, second only to the strictly confidential "accident" of a senior officer disappearing overnight on the Conqueror, the remaining Iron Warriors had to gather more legionaries to select new officers as quickly as possible.

It was obvious that Perturabo must have some mental problems now. Perhaps this was the real reason why Horus summoned him urgently.

This was Rog Dorn's first thought when he saw the other person up close.

The Lord of Iron stood there almost stiffly, but his ice-blue eyes were staring at the Lord of the Seventh Legion so rudely and intently. The Husar guards whispered battle phrases uneasily inside their helmets. Dorn pursed his thin lips, and the muscles on his broad skull were also tense.

Until the War Marshal cleared his throat and began to speak in an infectious voice that sounded like an impassioned speaker and also like an intimate whisper, interrupting the two brothers' nervous gaze, "My dear brothers, comrades and friends, I am very happy that it is time for us to gather together again..."

Then the air in the strategy room froze.

The expedition's astropath leader, Ms. Ying Meixing, let out a short scream, then immediately covered her mouth tightly with her hand.

Rogal Dorn froze, and for the first time in his life he retreated back from the huge, tight hug that the Fourth Primarch suddenly threw at him.

(End of this chapter)