Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 357 Roger Dorn (First Update)
Sigismund traversed the warp path at near-maximum speed to return to Holy Terra. Upon arrival, he did not pause for a moment, using his authority to directly request an audience with Primarch Rogue Dorn.

At this sensitive time when the legion was being split up, Dorn was somewhat surprised by the sudden return of the first company commander.

But he knew that Sigismund never acted rashly and that there must be a significant reason behind it, so he immediately received him in a private room.

When Sigismund stepped into the simply furnished room, even from several meters away, he could clearly sense that the Father of Genetics was in an abnormal state.

Dorne's massive body remained as straight as a mountain, but his eyes, which were usually as firm as glaciers, appeared empty, as if the inner fire had been extinguished, leaving only the cold embers of fulfilling his duty.

Sigismund's heart sank; his worst fears were coming true.

The original body still exists, but its indomitable spirit seems to be gradually fading away under endless repentance and pressure.

After dismissing everyone else, only the Father of Genetics and his offspring remained in the hall.

Sigismund got straight to the point, reporting his observations of the world of death in the simplest and most direct language.

He described the green canyon that tenaciously grew on the desolate planet, mentioning the almost creator-like power of the "genesis particles" to reshape the environment.

Finally, he lowered his voice and uttered the term that was enough to shake the very foundations of the empire—"warp drive"—and elaborated on its potential to circumvent the subspace and achieve faster-than-light travel in the physical universe, as well as Chen Yu's request to demonstrate it in person.

As Sigismund narrated, Dorne's statue-like, frozen posture underwent a subtle change.

The huge hand resting on the lap slowly tightened, the knuckles turning white from the force.

Those eyes, which once reflected the flames of war and had recently seemed somewhat empty, gradually regained their focus, as if the molten lava inside a dormant volcano was once again surging, and a sharp and scrutinizing light flashed again.

Even Roger Dorn, a Primarch who had witnessed countless miracles and horrors, felt an unprecedented shock and a long-lost, solemn interest in the face of a completely new challenge when confronted with these two technologies, either of which was enough to change the course of human civilization and the struggle against chaos.

This was no longer the internal strife and division of his legion that caused him so much pain and turmoil, nor was it a repentant expedition limited to comforting the emperor.

The message brought by Sigismund points to a new possibility concerning the future of the Empire, a strategic direction that could partially liberate humanity from its unpredictable and malicious dependence on the Warp.

This is even more fundamental than the changes brought about by Guilliman's Astartes.

A long silence enveloped the hall, with only the eternal wind of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau outside Terra Palace as the background.

Dorn's gaze passed over Sigismund, as if piercing through thick walls, and was cast into the unpredictable future deep within the starry sea, and the hopes and risks hidden therein.

His mind raced, assessing the potential chain reaction of each technology and the credibility of Chen Yu.

“Chen Yu…” Dorn repeated the name in a low voice, his tone like the grinding of granite. “I remember him. His faction broke taboos back then because of its overly radical archaeological research.”

His memory precisely retrieved the dusty records: "It was you, Sigismund, who vouched for him, emphasizing his potential in basic technology fields, that allowed him to survive the brink of liquidation and be subject only to surveillance."

A complex look flashed in Dorn's eyes, a mixture of adherence to past discipline and a weighing of current interests. "A tech-priest who survived the purge, an explorer once considered to be walking on the edge of danger... now holds the key to reshaping the Empire's power structure. It's ironic, but it also shows that he may indeed possess extraordinary insight and luck."

He looked at Sigismund again, his tone carrying the decisiveness characteristic of Primarchs: “Arrange a meeting. The location is the private audience chamber in the palace. I want to see this sage with my own eyes, and the future he speaks of that brings both hope and risk.”

He paused briefly, then gave more specific instructions, showing the extreme importance he attached to this meeting: "You, Sigismund, will personally return to the world of the dead and escort him to Terra."

We guarantee absolute secrecy throughout the entire process. You will personally plan the route, and it will not be subject to the usual reporting procedures of Xingyuting.

I want him, and everything he is prepared to demonstrate, to arrive safely, intact, and undisturbed.

During this sensitive period, we cannot take any risks, whether from the outside or from within.

Sigismund bowed deeply: "Yes, Father. I will make sure everything goes perfectly."

He understood that this was not just a simple escort mission, but also an absolute trust placed in him by Dorn, and a clear signal that the Father of Genetics was refocusing on the "future".

Sigismund then mobilized the Black Templar Chapter.

The core of this new battle group largely comes from the companies in the Seventh Legion that most admire fierce offensives, and at its heart are the Templar Knights, whom he personally commands and who are known for their ruthless efficiency.

The unique character of these founding members laid the foundation for the Black Templar's millennia-long tradition: they launched endless "endless expeditions," rejected a fixed homeworld, and regarded warships and battlefields as their only refuge; they held a fanatical faith in the Emperor far exceeding that of most Astartes; and tactically, they had an extreme preference for close combat and a deep-seated distrust of ranged firepower and psykers.

Such a disciplined and absolutely loyal combat team is perfectly suited to carry out classified escort missions.

They are like unsheathed swords, sharp and pointed yet with a clear objective, serving as a deterrent to potential prying eyes.

To ensure absolute success, Sigismund used a power he had not intended to reveal easily—the Black Templar Chapter's flagship, the Eternal Expedition.

This magnificent ship was originally the flagship of the Seventh Legion, the Primarch Dorne's flagship, and the Glory Queen-class battleship that carried countless glories of the Imperial Fist.

After the Legion was split up, it was handed over to the Black Templar and renamed "Eternal Expedition," symbolizing the Chapter's never-ending journey.

Deploying this legendary warship with its devastating firepower at this moment is of far greater significance than ordinary escort duties.

It not only embodies Sigismund's determination, but also silently declares to all those who are watching that this action carries the will of Primarch Rogue Dorn himself.

In the shadow of this behemoth, any attempt to disrupt it would have to carefully consider the thunderous wrath it might unleash.

Sigismund personally boarded the bridge of the "Eternal Expedition," and the massive hull began to adjust its posture. The powerful engines emitted a deep roar, preparing to tear open the veil of the real universe once again, heading straight for the death world where Chen Yu was.

This time, he not only wants to bring back a sage, but also to escort a spark that could change everything for the future of the empire.

(End of this chapter)