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"I've said it before, Emperor Erleng +2] Sanming Bayang has not admitted to being a god."

Dorn's tone was steady and forceful. He stared into Lorgar's eyes, a hint of dissatisfaction in his gaze. "He has always preached the Imperial Truth, not this Sacred Word in your hand. You are overstepping your bounds, Lorgar."

As he spoke, he raised the "Holy Word" in his hand, shook it slightly, and emphasized his tone.

"That's enough, Dawn!"

Lorjia's eyes widened instantly, his aura trembling slightly with emotion, and his cheeks flushed red. "Are you lecturing me? My faith is unacceptable? I tell you, only with people who believe in God can the human empire prosper and become more united. This is the path to salvation for mankind!"

At this moment, in Luojia's eyes, Dorne was like a stubborn stone, unable to understand the true meaning of the faith he pursued.

"That's not the way to salvation!"

Dorn didn't flinch. He took a step forward and met Lorgar's gaze, his eyes blazing and his tone equally fierce. "If that's really the case, then wouldn't the Imperium of Man become the incompetent people you described, only knowing how to bow before the gods? If we lose our courage and hope, then humanity will inevitably fall back into the abyss, from which there will be no return!"

Dorn's voice echoed in the air, and every word seemed to contain endless power, trying to wake up Lorgar, who was blinded by faith.

"Not a slave, Dorn!" Lorgar retorted eagerly, waving his hands in the air. "A follower of the God-Emperor, a citizen of His Kingdom, the most humble being in the endless ages!"

When mentioning the Emperor, his eyes instantly became extremely pious, as if the Emperor was the only light in his heart and the eternal faith he would follow throughout his life.

"It's all the same, just a nicer way of saying it." Dorn sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

"It's like painting a piece of fragile steel or a brick mixed with dust, and then deceiving yourself that it's indestructible. But when you actually use it, you realize how fragile it is, how vulnerable it is!"

Dorn shook his head slightly, feeling helpless about Lorgar's stubbornness. In his opinion, Lorgar's path of faith would only lead the human empire down a dark path.

"They are definitely not slaves! They are definitely not the slaves you are talking about, Dorne!" Lorgar became more and more excited, waving his hands vigorously in the air, as if to dispel the "slander" against the believers in Dorne's words.

Lorgar stared at Dorn, eyes filled with anger and resentment. "They are loyal servants of the God-Emperor, just like you and me. They are the great cornerstones supporting the Imperium of Mankind and the key channels for transmitting the faith of the God-Emperor. With the most devout faith, they contribute to the God-Emperor's Kingdom in the most sincere way!"

Seeing Dorne's indifferent look, Luo Jia's anger burned even more fiercely.

To call the Emperor's loyal servants slaves is a great insult to his beliefs.

In his heart, this was not due to servility, but a test given to him by the Emperor of God. He must uphold his faith and defend the dignity of believers.

Yes, that must be the case.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Lorgar?"

Dorn stepped forward, his expression grim. His voice resounded like a bell, "You reduce the nobility and courage of the victims to the fanatical worship of a slave for his master. You twist humanity's shared destiny into a torment deliberately orchestrated by the Emperor. You desecrate the bright future our father painstakingly planned for all of humanity into his own ambition to establish eternal rule. Every word you speak is an unquestionable betrayal, a betrayal of the Emperor!"

Dorn's words were like sharp blades, piercing Lorgar's heart.

The voice of the Lord of the Imperial Fist was like thunder exploding under the tower. Ferrus still had an indifferent expression on his face. He had no interest in all this. After all, he had not completed his own work, so it was better not to interfere with other Primarchs.

Curze and Fulgrim, one on the left and the other on the right, watched the show, which was not uncommon after all.

Luo Jia, who was always good at disguising her emotions, found it difficult to maintain the smile on her face at this moment, and her expression instantly became stiff.

"What do you want to say, Dorne?" Lorgar gritted his teeth and asked word by word, "Do you want to accuse me of distorting the sacred will of the Father?" There was a hint of disbelief in his tone, as if he couldn't believe that Dorne would say such a thing to him.

"This is not an accusation, and I have no right to accuse you." Dorn's eyes were firm, and he did not avoid Lorgar's gaze. "This is a statement of fact."

Dawn's voice was steady and powerful, and every word seemed carefully considered.

"The truth?!" Lorjia's tone finally took on a strong hint of hostility. "You're telling me the truth. Are you saying that I've distorted the Father's will? Are you saying that my faith is ridiculously blasphemous and polluted? Or am I exploiting the Father's grace for my own benefit?"

His emotions were completely out of control, and he blurted out a series of questions, his voice trembling slightly with anger.

At this moment, the conflict between him and Dorn was completely intensified, and the air was filled with tension that was about to explode.

Fulgrim was sitting quietly by the side, witnessing the fierce argument between Dorn and Lorgar, his brows gradually furrowed.

Inadvertently, he met Koz's eyes who was sitting in the front seat of the car. A trace of helplessness and worry flashed in Koz's eyes. He shook his head slightly, as if silently lamenting the meaninglessness of this dispute.

Fulgrim understood, sighed softly, stood up, and placed Ferrus's hand on his knee.

Phoenix walked quickly between the two emotional primarchs with graceful yet firm steps.

At this moment, Dorne's face was filled with rage, his hands clenched into fists, and he exuded a strong sense of oppression; while Lorgar's face flushed red, his eyes widened, and he kept waving his arms and muttering in rebuttal.

"That's enough, you two," Fulgrim said in a low voice, yet it carried an undeniable authority. "There's no point in wasting words here, is there?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and placed them on Dorne's and Lorgar's chests respectively.

As soon as his hands touched the two people, he felt a huge power coming from them.

Dorne's power was as hard as steel, while Lorgar's power was filled with a fiery madness.

Fulgrim gritted his teeth and, exerting all his strength, tried to separate the two men.

Under the influence of this powerful force, Dorne and Lorgar involuntarily retreated.

The ground beneath their feet was left with deep footprints, and the air around them seemed to be twisted and stirred by this force.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fulgrim's forehead, and his arms trembled slightly, but he still held on to the two men tightly, refusing to retreat in the slightest.

Thanks to Fulgrim's efforts, the distance between Dorn and Lorgar gradually widened.

……

In the room of the Emperor's Dream, the light cast a cold light on the old conference table.

Xi's eyes locked onto the Emperor opposite him. "Who do you think is the most suitable person to teach Curze?"

Her voice echoed in the silent space, concise and powerful, and every word was like a stone thrown into the lake, causing ripples.

The emperor was really in a mess at this moment.

"Watching" and having to participate in this discussion was more like a "job" that he was forced to get involved in.

The Lord of Mankind frowned slightly, subconsciously biting the base of the pen with his teeth, his eyes fixed on the blank paper in front of him. An hour had passed, but the paper was still blank.

During this hour, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but when faced with Xi's questions, he always found it difficult to make a decision.

"Fulgrim or Dorn," the Emperor finally spoke, somewhat wearily. He lifted his gaze from the paper and looked at Xi, trying to catch a hint of recognition or some other emotion in her expression.

"What about Ferrus and Lorgar? Sending them all the way from their home planet without assigning them any missions is a waste of resources, isn't it?"

There was a hint of questioning in Xi's tone, and her eyes were full of doubts about the emperor's decision.

In her opinion, the Emperor was always somewhat casual in allocating resources, and never seemed to consider the huge cost of manpower, material resources and time in ordering two legions and two primarchs to travel such a long distance.

The Emperor put down the pen he was chewing, leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands on the table, and looked serious. "Ferus has indeed changed a lot recently."

The Emperor spoke slowly, "But his inherent temper remains difficult to control. When teaching a Primarch as complex as Curze, his impatience may backfire."

"As for Lorgar, his mind is preoccupied with developing fanatics. While he has some unique ideas, his nature remains unchanged. If he were to teach Curze, he might lead him down an even more extreme path. Therefore, considering all factors, the only ones who can currently teach Curze are Fulgrim or Rogal Dorn."

Every word the Emperor said was clear and logical, and he analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of each Primarch so thoroughly that one had to admit the rationality of his analysis.

"Since it's between Fulgrim and Rogal Dorn, which one do you prefer?" Xi asked, with curiosity and inquiry in his eyes.

"Rogal Dorn, my stone, my most beloved son," the Emperor answered without hesitation, a flash of tenderness and pride in his eyes, a fatherly love that was difficult to conceal.

When he mentioned Dorne, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"You still like yellow so much." Xi looked at the Emperor's reaction and a knowing smile appeared on his face. The Emperor's preference for Dorne, like his obsession with the color yellow, was deeply ingrained and difficult to change.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in Xi's mind. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she whispered, "However, I also have a recommendation. As the king of unified logistics management, he must be very suitable to teach Coze."

"Who?" A hint of doubt flashed in the emperor's eyes. He really couldn't think of who Xi had in mind.

In his opinion, there are only a handful of Primarchs who can teach Curze, and Xi's thoughts are always unpredictable.

"Guilliman, the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, with his ability and experience, is more than qualified to teach Curze now." Xi's tone was full of trust in Guilliman, as if in her eyes, Guilliman was the most perfect candidate.

"Guilliman?" The Emperor frowned slightly, his face full of confusion, "Well... I really don't understand why you chose him?" In the Emperor's cognition, although Guilliman was an outstanding Primarch, his expertise did not seem to lie here.

"He's been giving me a lot of trouble lately, always trying to stop me from returning to Terra. Today he's taking me to visit Cowes, and tomorrow he's taking me to see some wonders or planets." Xi smiled helplessly and began to explain his choice.

"Okay, then I'll listen to you and hand Curze over to Guilliman." After thinking for a moment, the Emperor finally nodded in agreement.

However, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help asking: "But can Guilliman really do it?" After all, Curze's situation is very special, and teaching him is not an easy task.

…………

Savior Star, a desolate and barren rocky satellite, orbits alone in the vast river of the universe.

Its surface is riddled with holes. The huge mines are like the hideous wounds of monsters, the deep canyons seem to be cracks left by time, and the continuous mountains are like unyielding backbones.

The entire planet is shrouded in a gray hue. The exposed rocks appear increasingly weathered due to the erosion of cosmic rays. There is almost no trace of green vegetation, as if it had been forgotten by life.

The climatic conditions here are harsh beyond imagination.

Due to the thin air, the atmosphere cannot effectively regulate the temperature, resulting in a huge temperature difference between day and night.

During the day, the scorching sun shines down unobstructed, baking the earth to a temperature so high that it is unbearable; but at night, the heat dissipates quickly, the temperature drops sharply, and the cold, like an invisible devil's claw, invades the land wantonly.

In addition, sandstorms often rage, and strong winds carry sand and rocks like ferocious beasts, wantonly destroying everything; meteor impacts are not uncommon, and each impact seems like the angry roar of the universe, bringing more trauma to the planet.

And when viewed from distant space, the Savior Planet looks like a gray sphere, dim and without any light.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see tiny flashes of light and energy reactions on its surface.

These lights and reactions originate from the planet's mining facilities and defense systems.

Those mining facilities, like industrious ants, constantly excavate the mineral resources inside the planet; and the defense system, like loyal instruments and guards, is always alert to threats from the depths of the universe.

In the orbit of the Savior Planet, there are many large interstellar spaceships and space stations.

They have different shapes, some are as huge as giant beasts, and some are as delicate as flying birds.

These interstellar spacecraft and space stations have important missions.

Not only do they have to transport the minerals mined from the planet to other planets to provide the necessary resource support for the development of the human empire; they also have to take on the responsibility of defending the planet and resisting possible enemies.

At this moment, the Primarch's cultivation chamber quietly emerged from the warp.

The cultivation chamber emitted a strange light, as if it contained endless mysteries.

Ella widened her eyes and asked in surprise, "What is that? Helios?" There was a hint of fear and curiosity in her voice, and her eyes were fixed on the mysterious breeding chamber.

Helios carefully stretched out his finger, put it to his mouth, and whispered, "Shh, keep your voice down! Ella, don't attract anyone here." His eyes revealed a hint of nervousness and vigilance, and he looked around, afraid of being discovered.

Ella shrank her neck and felt a surge of fear when she thought of those people holding steel whips.

She nodded, not daring to make any more noise.

"Let's go together secretly." Helius said in a low voice, with a glint of determination in his eyes.

He gently pulled Ella's hand and carefully led her towards the Primarch's cultivation chamber.

Their footsteps were light and slow, as if they were afraid of disturbing every grain of sand and stone on this desolate planet.

"Sir, do you need to report this to your superiors?" A fully armed guard, bending slightly, respectfully asked in a low voice to the man in black uniform in front of him.

There was a hint of nervousness in his eyes, and his hands unconsciously tightened around the weapons in his hands.

"No need," the man shook his head slightly, his eyes sharp and cold. "Let's follow those two slave laborers, don't make any noise, and go see what that thing that fell from the sky is."

"Yes!" The subordinates immediately responded in unison, and then carefully followed the two slave laborers, their footsteps light and silent, like a group of stealth hunters.

At this time, Ella and Helius found a little boy beside an abandoned mine.

The little boy stood there quietly, his fair skin looking particularly dazzling in the gray environment.

"Helius, he's so handsome!" Ella's eyes widened as she looked at the little boy in front of her with surprise. She couldn't help but say, "His skin is whiter than mine." Her voice was full of envy and amazement.

"That's normal, Ella," Helius nodded slightly, his eyes also falling on the little boy, "You can tell at a glance that this child is not simple." There was a hint of calmness and composure in his tone.

"But how can he stand up now when he is so young?" Ella frowned and asked in confusion, her eyes full of puzzlement.

"I don't know. I haven't experienced it either." Helius shook his head, a look of doubt on his face.

Then, Helius squatted down, looked at the little boy gently, and asked softly: "Child, do you have a name?"

The little boy shook his head slightly, a hint of confusion in his clear eyes.

Helius thought for a moment, then said, "Then I'll call you Corvos Clarks from now on, okay?"

"Okay... My name is Clarks." Clarks didn't speak just now because he was trying hard to learn the language of this world. Now he spoke a little haltingly, but he still tried hard to read it out.

"Wow, Clarks is such a genius. Helios just said one sentence and Clarks read it out loud. It's amazing!" Ella jumped up excitedly, clapping her hands non-stop, her face full of surprise and admiration.

Her voice echoed in the empty mine, causing Clarks's face to turn slightly red, and he lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly.

Just as Ella hugged Clarks with joy and Helius was immersed in this brief warm moment, a group of unexpected guests quietly appeared.

Several guards walked out from the shadows like ghosts. The one leading them was tall, with a hint of greed and coldness on his face.

"Well, let me see, a little boy fell from the sky. Yes, very handsome." The leader of the guards looked at Clarks in Ella's arms. A hint of surprise and greed flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a malicious smile.

He thought to himself that if he gave such a beautiful little boy to his superior, he would definitely get more rewards and benefits.

"You two slave laborers, hand over the little boy in your arms to me, and I can let you die quickly." His voice was cold and threatening, as if announcing the fate of the two.