Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 349 Father and Son (Please subscribe)
The tall Pollax knelt down in front of Dorn. This strong and fearless warrior was extremely nervous at the moment.

He and the Punishment Fleet were separated in the Warp Storm, and it was not until the lights of Pharos illuminated them that they managed to escape to Macragge.

Polux strongly expressed his desire to return to Terra, but was dissuaded by Guilliman.

The Sons of Dorn have always wanted to return to the side of their Gene-Father, a desire that is stronger than even that of any other Legion.

"Polux, it's good to see you again, my son."

For the first time, the stubborn and stubborn Rogaldorn showed a smile. He stroked Pollax's head with his palm, feeling the touch of those hideous scars.

He knew that his son must have gone through a lot, and he overcame everything with his strength and fearlessness.

Luo Xi couldn't swallow the fruit in his mouth. Just as he was about to cough a few times, Sanguinius beside him patted him on the back with his hand.

"Thank you."

Sanguinius smiled without saying a word, and sat side by side with Roche to watch the reunion of father and son.

"I'm just a little surprised that Dorn still has the ability to laugh. This is really shocking." Luo Xi wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth and muttered.

"I originally sent a punitive fleet to the Isstvan system. I wanted to send Sigismund, but because of his refusal, I replaced him with my most trusted fleet commander, Leonard."

Dawn said, recalling what happened.

At that time, Captain Nathaniel Garro of the Death Guard arrived on Terra aboard the Eisenstein and told Rogal Dorn the horrifying and puzzling news.

After confirming the authenticity of the news, Dorn dispatched a punitive fleet, but this fleet encountered a warp storm in the Pell system and directly lost one-third of its personnel.

"Yes, it was a terrible disaster." Pollax couldn't bear to recall the painful memory. "At that time, I was only the adjutant of Commander Leonard. After his unfortunate death, I had to take the responsibility of commanding the remaining fleet. I ordered the fleet to rest and conduct exercises in the void."

"Later, we encountered the Iron Warriors' traitor fleet. Relying on the previous drills and preparations, we seized the opportunity to inflict heavy damage on the enemy, and Captain Tyr led the assault force to board the Iron Blood in order to behead Perturabo."

On the side, Roxi listened to the history that Pollax had never told before. The Imperial Fists were reserved and cautious in their words, and they rarely boasted about their past achievements.

Dorn also listened quietly. Many details were not mentioned in previous astropathic communications.

It was he who ordered the Imperial Fists to return to defend Terra during the Battle of Fal, and that was the opportunity for Captain Tyr and others to board the Iron Blood.

The images of Leonard and Tyr flashed through Dorn's mind. They were his best and most precious sons, and they also sacrificed their lives for the survival of the empire.

"I'm sorry, father." Pollax lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly, "We failed to live up to your expectations. The soldiers who boarded the Iron Blood were unable to complete the mission of beheading Perturabo."

Even Roche felt that the Imperial Fists were too demanding of him. Please, he was a Primarch. Especially since the Iron Lord was still in his fleet and on his flagship, he still had his defenses broken by the remnants of the Imperial Fists and arrived before him.

What courage and glory this is! Even if they fail in the end, it is still an honorable defeat.

Instead, the one who should be most ashamed and broken-hearted should be Perturabo, whose son's incompetence allowed him to face the Imperial Fists on his own flagship.

"Stand up, my son," Dorn said to Pollux.

"You need not kneel to anyone except the Emperor. I saw your courage in boarding Perturabo's flagship. That was a disgrace to my traitorous brother, not yours. I believe Perturabo must be furious, for my son is far superior to his." "I am proud of you. You have lived up to the name of the Imperial Fists."

Dorn's praise made this iron warrior tremble all over. At this moment, all the hardships and pains he had experienced along the way were duly rewarded. He did not bring shame to his father, and his father was even proud of him.

Looking at the harmonious scene in front of him, Roxi was also happy for Pollax. In this cruel war, how many Astartes could return to their genetic father?

Pollax was undoubtedly the lucky one.

He glanced to the side and saw the White Scars warriors standing in the corner in silence.

They stood together with the Space Wolves' hunting packs, and a slight commotion and whispers could be heard from among them. It was obvious that seeing the Imperial Fists and their Gene-Father reunited, these Astartes also felt envious.

The next second, Luo Xi only felt a strong wind rushing in from the door, and a giant over four meters tall, wearing armor in a mixture of gold and milky white colors, came to the middle of the room.

Luo Xi saw the low-key and gorgeous beast totem carvings on the body of this noble giant. The scarlet and milky white cloak fluttered with his steps, and the tall tied bun danced in the wind as he moved, as if he was the embodiment of the concept of freedom.

"Chagatai Khan, Lord of the Fifth Legion." This thought flashed through his mind.

Seeing the Khan he had been thinking about day and night appear before him, even Guntura was extremely excited. He was about to salute his primarch, but was stopped by the other's big hands.

"Gantula, my son." Chagatai first called the White Scars warrior's name, and then, without waiting for the other party to reply, he immediately asked quickly, "Put aside those unnecessary etiquettes and tell me, who owns those three ships?"

"Those three ships, three damn fast ships!"

The Primarch dragged Guntu to the side porthole of the Phalanx. Through the thick barriers, they could clearly see the thunderclouds parked around it.

"Oh my god, look at those beautiful streamlined structures and the perfect arrangement of the engine array. I can feel the power of these ships. They are definitely, definitely much faster than our Bladestorm."

Poor Guntura, a brave warrior on the battlefield, was easily lifted up like a three-year-old child in the hands of his own Primarch. Chagatai Khan eagerly asked for information about the ships without even saying hello to his brothers.

"Father, the names of those ships are Thunderclouds," Gantura explained. "They are the latest planetary battleships produced by the Five Hundred Worlds. They are also super weapons that Lord Guilliman specially launched into the water to fight against the rebels."

"Guilliman?" Chagatai asked with a hint of confusion.

"You mean the ambitious vassal king of the Far East Galaxy? How come I didn't know he had this ability?"

Roche was immediately furious. Why did Guilliman always look so ambitious in everyone's eyes? Did he really look that dishonest?
He was just about to open his mouth to defend his best friend, but now Guilliman was trying hard to stab the traitors in the ass from behind. He was the much-awaited reinforcement, so he should at least show some respect, right?
Chagatai let his son go. The hardships experienced by the White Scars were no less than those of other legions. When he received the bad news from Isstvan, he decided to find the answer himself and was besieged by the Alpha Legion in the warp storm.

Later, he went to Prospero to seek the truth about Magnus, and the Khan personally shattered the fragments of Magnus' soul with a knife. Later, Mortarion of the Death Guard also came to persuade him to surrender. Chagatai Khan and Mortarion fought fiercely, and escaped after paying a heavy price.

For the next four years, the Khan carried out guerrilla warfare and harassed the traitors along the way. His close comrade and subordinate Qin Xia died in his arms in the process. Later, through the sacrifice of the Storm Prophet Yesugei, they used the power of the Black Glaze to return to Terra.

Along the way, too many White Scar descendants were stranded in the galaxy. He originally thought that he would never see Gantula again in this life, but he did not expect to be reunited on the Phalanx today.

Just when Luo Xi thought that this Primarch with a strong Dongfeng cultural flavor would say something to inspire everyone, Chagatai stared into Guntura's eyes seriously and asked word by word.

"Gantura, I saw the Thunderclouds of the Dark Angels, Ultramarines, and Blood Angels, but what about ours? Explain to me why you didn't bring me a Thundercloud?"

(End of this chapter)