Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 740 Roger Dorn: Ha, why should a son wear armor to see his father?!

Sanctuary Sanatorium.

The room was clean and simple, with almost no mechanical equipment noticeable.

This is the best ward in the sanatorium, shielded as much as possible from external and even sub-space interference.

This provides the most comfortable environment for patients.

Dorn slept soundly on the soft hospital bed, covered with a silk blanket, and appeared to have undergone treatment.

His eyes were closed, his expression was fearful, and his body was tense, clearly indicating that he was not in good condition.

"Father!"

Dorn struggled slightly and suddenly woke up from his nightmare.

"It was just a nightmare..."

He was covered in cold sweat, got up and sat on the edge of the bed, and took a deep breath.

Dorn realized he was in a safe hospital room and was less nervous.

But recalling the scenes from his nightmare still makes him feel uneasy.

In that dream, Terra was ablaze, and countless lives screamed.

The emperor, that father, witnessed the suffering of mankind, howling in agony, and gradually transformed into another detestable thing!

"Thankfully... it was just a nightmare." Dorn murmured, repeating the sentence as he composed himself.

Try to calm yourself down.

He instinctively pressed his abdomen, where the old wound from the demonic sword had been, but the wound no longer ached.

Even the scars have disappeared.

"Did the savior have someone treat my wounds?"

Dorn glanced down.

He discovered that all his hidden injuries had been healed, and he felt refreshed and comfortable like never before.

The body has returned to its peak condition, full of resilience.

"If I had been in this state before, I probably wouldn't have lost so badly, right?"

The master of the mountain formation recalled his battle with the savior, but quickly shook his head and did not continue thinking about it.

He understood that even at his peak, he had no way to defeat that savior, the emperor of the empire.

We may also have to face even more terrifying methods from that guy.

Just then, a breeze blew by, carrying a slightly fresh, earthy scent that made one feel cool and relaxed.

Dorn turned to look.

A gentle breeze caressed the gauze curtains, and outside the window stretched a grassland that stretched to the horizon, the long grasses swaying in the breeze.

In the distance, you can vaguely see some leisurely grassland creatures.

This is a grassland area on Terra, a landscape created by the Savior, reminiscent of the scene of "cattle and sheep grazing amidst the swaying grass."

"Terra has changed so much, it's like a garden world, but it also hides a tight fortified defense line..."

Dorn went to the window, enjoying the breeze and the scent of nature, which brought him a sense of healing.

He likes this kind of world.

Dorne grew up in the icy world of Inwitt, where only withered red stars existed, and it was either eternal day or eternal night.

That planet is only covered in endless ice storms that can freeze a person in seconds, not to mention the terrifying beasts that roam the ice plains.

Due to the strong reflection from the ice surface, even if the ice storm stops, people exposed to the ice sheet for a long time will only be dried out by the red sunlight.

If possible, Dorn would like to stay here for a while and enjoy this rare scenery.

For thousands of years, he fought battles and built fortresses everywhere, only to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as well as mountains and foundations scarred with devastation.

Then they got lost in the warp, a place filled with malevolent sights.

It's rare to have the opportunity to see such a beautiful and tranquil view, let alone have the time to appreciate and experience it.

"Perhaps only the new empire of that savior would have the resources to restore and maintain such natural scenery?"

Dorn thought to himself.

He knew that in ancient times, Terra had such beautiful grasslands and other natural scenery.

Unfortunately, all of this was later replaced by the Nest City and the machines belching black smoke, and even the sky turned gray and black.

The master of the mountain formation took a deep breath, the fresh air spreading through his lungs and throughout his body, making him feel comfortable.

A slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Just as he was enjoying this rare moment of peace, someone approached the ward.

It was that savior, the emperor of the empire.

"Brother, have you recovered?" Ron asked with a gentle smile.

After he came in, he walked to the window and stood beside Dorn, looking out the window:

"This is the original ancient Terra grassland. It took us a lot of time to restore this ecology."

“I like it very much, but perhaps it’s a luxury and a waste?” Dorn thought for a moment and said.

"No, I prefer to call it beauty and hope. Human beings need something else besides survival."

Ron looked out at the grassland and took a deep breath:

"I want people to know that humanity still deserves such peace and beauty, instead of only endless pain and darkness."

The scenery that pilgrims and soldiers on leave see here is not much different from what our ancestors in Terra saw.

This is a kind of remembrance, and also a hope for the future.

As he spoke, he frowned slightly:
"Of course, that's just hope. We humans still have many problems to deal with and are not yet out of danger."

“You’re right. We’ve overlooked too many things in the past, which is why chaos has seized the opportunity to erode us.”

Dorn thought about some things that happened ten thousand years ago and felt quite emotional.

“That won’t happen again, brother. The empire has a completely new look now.” Ron turned to look at him.
"You must be missing the Emperor, right? I just heard you calling him. It just so happens that he has woken up."

He misses you a lot and wants to see you as soon as possible.

Now that Dorn has recovered, the peaceful days for this stubborn mule are coming to an end.

Once he meets the emperor, he can assign him a defensive mission.

This way, I can free myself up to leave Holy Terra and organize some strategic counter-offensives.

Ron had a feeling that Chaos might be desperate and resort to drastic measures, and the Empire would also need to take action and launch several surprise attacks.

Perhaps the war that will ultimately determine the fate of the empire is already quietly approaching from somewhere unknown.

The empire could lose everything if it makes even the slightest mistake.

What's more troublesome is that he has no idea what Chaos's trump card is, so he can only try to test it out as much as possible.

"Father is awake?"

Dorn was overjoyed, and even more moved by the Emperor's eagerness to see him:
"Savior, take me to the Golden Throne! My body has been restored!"

He knew that the savior still had doubts and wouldn't feel comfortable letting him enter the palace and the golden throne alone.

Ron patted the stubborn donkey on the shoulder, and said meaningfully, "Looks like you've recovered quite well. You're quite resilient and can handle a lot."

"Let's go now."

He led the other person outside and gave instructions to the head nun who was waiting at the door:
"Please keep this room; the Dorn brothers may need to use it again later."

Dorn shook his head and refused:
"I have fully recovered. Let's leave the medical resources to other soldiers who need them."

This Primarch, born in Inwitt, developed a strong, calm character and a willingness to sacrifice himself for the collective in the harsh environment.

They will cherish resources even more.

He knew all too well how precious medical resources were, often equating to human lives.

Ron reassured him, "A follow-up check is necessary; the new empire's medical resources are not as scarce."

“Alright.” Dorn did not refuse again upon hearing this; he was eager to see the Emperor, his father.

Afterwards, the two of them hurriedly went outside and boarded the luxurious dark gold assault ship to head to the palace.

Inside the ship's cabin.

"Brother, don't be nervous, have a drink to relax."

Ron sat comfortably in his cabin, sipping red wine and pouring a glass for Dorn as well. "What happened at the Golden Throne? How is Father now?"

Dorn was somewhat worried.

Even with his psychic abilities dulled, he could still sense the psychic energy fluctuations emanating from the palace after leaving the Sanctuary.

That was restlessness and anger.

"Sigh, it's really nothing serious." Ron sighed softly.

"The previous cracks and tremors awakened the Emperor. After he learned that the matter was related to you, he immediately ordered me to take you to the Golden Throne."

slap~
When Dorn learned that the Emperor's anger was related to him, his body tensed up immediately, and he even accidentally crushed a wine glass.

His hands were trembling slightly, and he didn't even notice that he had spilled red wine on his pants.

So the Emperor and that father of mine were in such a hurry to see me because they wanted to settle scores with me?!

The master of the mountain formation was completely numb; the emperor's stern image and his angry demeanor were already deeply ingrained in his mind.

It made him feel fear.

More importantly, he made a mistake and was unaware of the Emperor's wrath he would face.

Ron pushed another glass of red wine towards him, comforting him, "It's alright, he's just a bit hot-tempered."

I'll try to persuade you; nothing is insurmountable.

By the way, this ship's hangar has high-strength blackstone armor that can effectively protect against psionic shocks. Would you like to wear some armor before going over?

That was armor specifically designed to prevent the Emperor from unleashing his overwhelming psychic power. As his psychic power grew stronger, it became difficult to control at times, sometimes causing violent impacts.

Blackstone armor provides excellent protection for the wearer, preventing injury during impacts.

This is a gift I prepared for my Primarch brothers, so that they can meet with the Emperor safely.

???

Upon hearing this, Dorn became even more nervous, realizing that this meeting would likely be quite difficult.

But after hesitating for a moment, he finally shook his head and refused.

To put on the special armor prepared by the savior now would undoubtedly be a sign of cowardice.

He does not need it.

“Savior, this is the mistake I made.”

As the emperor's son, I must face all of this and accept his rebuke and punishment..."

Dorn grabbed a glass of red wine and downed it in one gulp, his gaze hardening.

"I don't need armor. Why should a son be so guarded when he goes to see his father?"

"a!"

Ron looked at the stubborn donkey with awe.

He also finished his red wine and slammed the glass down on the table.
“Brother Dorn, I was overly worried and underestimated you.”

You are the most unyielding son of an emperor I have ever seen, both robust and unyielding!

Ron was quite moved.

Unexpectedly, in the end, the most stubborn Primarch was still Dorne the stubborn mule.

Other Primarchs, even the Fallen Primarchs, were terrified of the Emperor, like mice before a cat.

This shows how deep their psychological trauma was; they wished they could run away immediately and get as far away from the emperor as possible.

But Dorne is different.

He remained unfazed and was even willing to face the emperor's wrath without taking any protective measures.

This takes courage.

In the galaxy and the subspace, perhaps no one dares to face the enraged Emperor except themselves.

Even the Chaos Gods would probably feel apprehensive in the face of such a scene.

Now there's another person who dares to do this.

That's Roger Dorn!
Dude, I have nothing to say but admire you. You truly deserve to be called the master of mountain formations and a defensive genius.

He's capable of handling anything!
Ron had even more confidence in the fact that the stubborn donkey was stationed in Holy Terra.

The opponent's combat strength is not strong, but their ability to withstand pressure is top-notch. Combined with their own resources, they are more than capable of holding off Holy Terra alone.

Despite the savior's praise, Dorn's resolute face remained calm, as if it were nothing special.

He himself was one of the Emperor's most loyal sons, the wall of the empire, and would never be intimidated by fear.

Ron nodded and then contacted the Sanctuary Sanatorium to have them prepare relevant medical care for the stubborn donkey.

"What are you doing?" Dorn asked, somewhat puzzled by the Savior's appearance.

"It's just a precaution," Ron said with a warm smile. "Don't worry about me, brother. It won't be a problem."

Looking at the emergency medical team contacted by the Savior, Dorn felt even more insecure.

He rarely faced the emperor's wrath directly.

In the past ten thousand years, Dorne has only been seriously reprimanded by the Emperor once, and that was at the Council of Nicaea, when his argument with the traitorous madman Peturabona angered the Emperor.

Dorn comforted himself inwardly:
“I am the son my father trusts most, so perhaps he wouldn’t treat me so harshly…”

The master of the mountain formation quickly adjusted his emotions and calmed down.

In any case, he did not want to lose his composure in front of the savior, nor did he want the other party to feel that the emperor did not favor him.

For a time, he displayed an unwavering and steadfast demeanor.

Ron himself went to the hangar to arm himself with the Blackstone Armor, and it was heavy armor.

……

Soon after.

Inside the palace, on the flying platform.

The luxurious dark gold assault ship successfully landed on the platform after bypassing hundreds of air defenses.

Then, two figures emerged from the cabin.

Ron was wrapped in heavy armor, completely covered up, and his size had increased significantly, while Dorn was still wearing his light clothing.

They hurried toward the Golden Throne Hall.

At this moment, the ground tremors became clearer, caused by the restless spiritual energy, radiating a strong pressure.

Dorn was starting to panic, feeling increasingly uneasy.

I kind of regret not wearing the special armor provided by the savior.

But he still forced himself to keep walking forward.

When he arrived at the Golden Throne Hall and stood before the steps of the throne room, his fear reached its peak.

If possible, he would like to go in later.

boom!
The surging psionic energy within the throne room emanated in a wave-like manner, sweeping over everyone and even causing their hair to flutter.

The emperor's agitation and anger were so intense.

Even the elders of the Guards stationed there looked at Dorne, the son of the Emperor, with a strong sense of scrutiny and warning.

It even carried a strong sense of dissatisfaction.

This emperor's son is the reason for that being's anger.

"Is this what the Savior meant when he said Father has a bit of a temper?"

It's not just a little bit, is it?!

Faced with this intense psionic energy, Dorn was completely numb, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

The shadow of the emperor spread through his mind like never before.

This is the difference in perception.

The Savior had seen too many emperors in a fit of rage, and the Golden Throne had been erupting from time to time in recent years, so he didn't think it was a big problem.

As the person involved and the emperor's loyal son, the master of the mountain formation would naturally be terrified.

The Seven Wolves' sharp edge can no longer be contained; it is about to be unleashed!
Dorn slowly turned his head to look at him, his voice a little hoarse:

"Savior, do you still have any armor? I want to put on my armor before I go in to see my father..."

(End of this chapter)