Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

Or perhaps His Majesty himself knows nothing about anything other than creating super soldiers to fight.

So these reports were eventually handed over to the Guardians, who outsourced them to Logue Dorn, the most notoriously difficult Primarch to deal with.

Only this stubborn rock can subdue steel.

Dorn looked at the report in front of him that detailed Perturabo's crimes and felt very helpless. But his helplessness was so great that his eyelids drooped slightly and no obvious change in expression could be seen.

If we look at the overall results, Peturabo didn't do anything that would cause public outrage. He even thought that with the help of the Iron Warriors to "manage" the Empire's resources, and their practice of only charging reasonable management fees, the resource circulation of the increasingly bloated Empire was greatly facilitated.

This is a good thing!

Ambitious to become the emperor's successor, Peturab has already begun to control the lifeline of resources.

Dorn carefully adjusted the angle of his stone-like face so as not to frighten the mortal officials. He whispered:

"Only my brother could persuade Peturabo."

The imperial officials understood that Dorn couldn't make the decision on this matter, but he had pointed them in the right direction.

First Legion Primarch, Ryan El-Johnson!

They can stand up for them and seek justice!

To Dorn's surprise, all these troubles were gone.

He had originally planned to shamelessly approach Peturabo to argue the feasibility of a system of mortal self-awareness, suggesting that the Astartes Legion didn't need to be involved in the empire's construction so early.

I never imagined that with just a few words from me, the problem would disappear!

He truly is my brother; even in death, he still protects me.

But Dorn was a good man, and he decided to contact Ryan to explain that the trouble was over, and that he hadn't brought it on unintentionally, hoping Ryan wouldn't mind.

Dorne began writing a letter, using precise language to clearly describe the entire conflict, including Pety's ambition, the Emperor's inaction, the Guards' attempts to shift blame, and his own unintentional attempt to shift blame.

Hopefully, Ryan will be more polite to these imperial officials and earnestly resolve the issue.

Ah, that's just how straightforward I am. Any complicated problem will be analyzed clearly in front of me.

Dorn couldn't help but feel happy, though it might only be reflected on his face as a few muscle twitches.

After dealing with this matter, he has more important work to do today.

Excavating the ruins of Athens dating back 40,000 years.

As we all know, humans are scattered throughout the Milky Way, and the original cultures of many planets developed by humans over the course of three to four thousand years.

In particular, the civilizations of ancient Greece and Northern Europe are the roots of many human civilizations that have been scattered throughout the world.

Dorn's investigation was not to protect historical sites, but to build an orbital cannon to destroy the moon and create gravitational waves.

To prevent a recurrence of extreme situations like the Guilliman Speedway Solar System Defense, Terra could have a large portion of lunar debris as defense.

Incidentally, they also destroyed the lunar production line, preventing it from becoming a resupply base for the rebels.

It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone.

This was a defense plan that the Emperor himself suggested to Dorne, after which the old man went off into his own world and could not be found.

Dorne is selecting a suitable region based on latitude, with ancient Athens chosen because of its proximity to the Mediterranean Sea.

The seabed topography of the Mediterranean is particularly suitable as a buffer zone for railguns.

During the construction process, some cultural relics and architectural remains were inevitably encountered, all of which were scrapped by Dorn, and any useful items were melted down and remelted.

The world that Dorn grew up in was too cruel, which shaped his personality.

Until today, someone unearthed a crystal stone left behind by the Eldar after meditation and presented it to Dorn.

The Eldar have a habit of recording their meditation process, which, according to scholars, may be an extension of the modern Eldar Soul Stones.

Who would record their meditations for no reason?

Scholars speculate that the purpose might be to first enter a meditative state, then liberate psychic awareness, and finally engage in those sensational "pleasure" behaviors.

Once you write it down, you can enjoy it anytime.

Unfortunately, these records were not published publicly; they were intercepted by a newly emerged mysterious organization that acts on the will of the Marksman, Makado.

"My lord, according to isotope analysis, these stones date back approximately 42,600 years. In other words, in that era, the Eldar aliens were already eyeing Terra with predatory intent!"

One of Dorne's lieutenants, Hugheston, read these reports aloud behind Dorne.

Dorn walked along the edge of the massive reinforced concrete construction scaffolding and asked without turning his head:

"They are still using technology from centuries ago, even though the concrete grade has been updated to 40000, which is still considered keeping up with the times."

"By the way, send those crystals back and have them processed by the relevant department. Father has recently expressed his dissatisfaction with the unregulated use of psionic energy within the Astartes Legion."

Dorn was quite perceptive in this regard; even his stone head noticed it after the return of Logar and Magnus.

The father's attention was drawn to the increasing number of psionic configurations within the Legion.

Hugheston felt that the Primarch's worries were somewhat unfounded, but Dorn was always right; it was just that the time had not yet come for the results to be revealed.

They just need to do as instructed.

“No need, Roger Dorn. His Majesty trusts you, and I admire your character.”

Before Dorn, a peaceful and stable psionic storm flickered, and after the storm subsided, Makado slowly stepped out.

"Greetings to you, Seal Keeper Makado. Many believe you are already the Prime Minister of the Empire."

"When your father is nowhere to be found all day, you are the de facto ruler of the empire."

Dorn bowed in acknowledgment; there was absolutely no hint of sarcasm in his words.

Macado burst into laughter, looking at Dorn's face with amusement:

"Truly a stubborn rock. If Guilliman, or even Horus, spoke to me like that, I would inevitably feel that they were mocking me."

“But only you, Dorn, can speak freely in front of me. In fact, there is nothing wrong with what you said, after all, the establishment of the empire was something I asked your father for.”

Macardo spoke candidly about this secret, walked over to Hugheston, and took the crystals from his hand.

As an Astartes, he even had an urge to smash his fist into the neck of the withered old man in front of him.

But to his horror, he discovered that as he was having these thoughts, Macardo had already left him and was standing in front of Dorn.

In other words, my reaction was delayed by at least 5 seconds.

For Astartes, this was practically the distance between life and death!

He was one of Dorne's personal guards, which meant that if Macardo wanted to harm Dorne, they would be powerless to resist!

You must have psionic protection, or have a psionicist by your side.

Hugheston pondered this, then calmed himself and began to observe why Macardo had come.

The psychic master deciphered the crystals, crushed them, and pointed to a clear historical scene.

That was the opening ceremony of a major sporting event in ancient Athens, and also a political gathering of a nearby city-state.

It may not help solve the actual problems, but it is enough to ease some of the tensions.

However, the risks are also obvious. If a few of these nobles and high-ranking officials were assassinated in public, it would be a major event that could ignite a war across the entire civilization.

“Macado, please explain to me the purpose of showing these scenarios.”

Dorn always asks questions when he doesn't understand.

Makado couldn't help but laugh: "When Number Four came to me, I did the same test for him, but he insisted on pretending that he already knew everything about me."

Dorn said stiffly, "Please call him by his full name, Macado, he's my brother."

Macado paused, then his smile widened.

“Yes, Dorn, that’s why I came to you. You love your brother, even Perturabo.”

He waved his hand, creating a psionicly isolated space where only the two of them were present.

Aside from being nervous, Hugheston's only thought was, "What? You cast spells with your hands? What's that cane for? Is it just for decoration?"

He was unable to ascertain what exactly happened within those storms, or whether the Primarch was at risk.

Within the isolated realm, Makado began to explain:

"Dorn, you know that psionic energy comes from the warp, and we draw upon its power. What if, behind those powers lurks a malevolent will?"

He reached out and touched the scene before him, where suspicious individuals hidden behind high-ranking figures were orchestrating an evil ritual to incite war and chaos.

Faint blue threads drifted down, accompanied by terrifying laughter.

Makado carefully observed Dorne's expression and realized that even a slight laugh from the Lord of Changes was not enough to shake him, which put him at ease.

No, it's also possible that Dorne's expressionless face, even after being corrupted by Chaos, still makes him look like that stinky stone.

He had to lift his cane and poke Dorn's face to find that the skin could indeed be moved.

Dorn waited patiently for Macardo to finish his probing before speaking:

“I know what you’re worried about, Macado. Rest assured, I never waver.”

Chapter 214 Dorn: How Did My Father Become a Cup? (3K)

"So, these crystals were originally prepared by you to test me?"

Dorn desperately wanted to bury his head in these projections to see clearly what the ends of those blue threads were connected to.

This risky act terrified Macardo, who angrily rebuked him:

"You dull-witted fool, I have already revealed to you that behind these forces lies the wisdom of malice!"

These sounds were loud enough that the Imperial Fist outside could hear them.

The rumors are true; Macado dislikes Primarchs and will scold their fathers at will.

Dorn then looked at him with a hint of apology and said regretfully:

"Sorry, I just found these laughs really noisy, like they were trying to explain some life lessons to me. But the moment they saw me, they scattered and ran away. I think they probably don't like me."

Macado was taken aback; why were they being so picky?

This is Roger Dorn, the Primarch!

"Very well, this is just the beginning. Now, we will see how your father's efforts tens of thousands of years ago prevented the people of this city-state from being destroyed."