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Chapter 1001 355. Interlude: Meeting (Part 1, 3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1001 355. Interlude: Meeting (Part 1, 3k)

Normally, the routine morning meeting on the Revenge would start with a quarrel among themselves.

Several of the Primarchs, possessing superhuman memory and energy, would begin the meeting by continuing topics on which they had already argued but had not yet reached a unified conclusion.

Yes, believe it or not, the way they resolve disputes with each other is indeed the same as anyone else. It's nothing more than the following stages.

Argue with each other, raise your voice, quarrel with each other, attack each other personally - and finally, if it doesn't work, it will develop into a fight. Of course, this will not happen in reality. The simulation cabin is very convenient in many ways.

Well, it's hard for humans to understand each other.

"I don't agree with you deploying the Imperial Fists in the Ultramarine."

Rogal Dorn frowned and waved his arms: "From the last attack, I concluded that as the guardian of Terra, the Imperial Fist must have at least three companies deployed in Terra."

"You can't let my legion go there just because there have been abnormal subspace fluctuations near your territory recently. You already have enough sub-legions, and most of them can support you at any time."

"My territory?"

Robert Guilliman responded with great dissatisfaction: "That is the territory of the Empire!"

"Second." Conrad Coze spoke quietly from the side. The face of Midnight Haunter looked a little haggard. This was not unrelated to his overuse of his abilities. However, so far, no one who has learned about this has

There are still not many people.

"Shut up!" Guilliman shouted over his shoulder. "Don't mention that damn prefix—!"

"You came up with that prefix yourself, Robert Guilliman, the great Lord of Ultramar, or should I say, the Empire of Ultramar - oh, okay, put your fist down, I won't say it.

Already."

Guilliman pointed at him angrily and sat down without saying a word. Rogal Dorn seemed a little caught off guard. The rebuttal he expected did not come as promised. Guilliman seemed to have no intention of doing so.

The argument continued.

This gave him the feeling of a fist hitting cotton. Frankly speaking, this feeling was not a good one.

However, since the subject of the argument has decided to admit defeat, he cannot continue.

He lowered his head and pulled out another document from the thick pile of documents on the table. Then, he looked at Vulcan. The latter felt as if he was facing a powerful enemy for a moment, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

".Vulcan."

"Yes, I'm here, Rogge." The Fire Dragon Lord said very quickly. "What's your advice?"

"You don't need to be so nervous. I just want to ask you how many salamanders you have right now - no, let's wait for now."

Donne looked sharply at the person who opened the door and walked in.

Perturabo sneered at his gaze. The Fire Dragon Lord watched the two of them nervously and subconsciously looked back at Sanguinius. The archangel gave him a helpless smile and said:

A gesture to tell him to calm down.

His reaction was correct.

"Doesn't it feel good to give orders?" Perturabo asked, raising his eyebrows.

"If you mean being loyal to your duties, sticking to your responsibilities, and completing your tasks. Yes, it does feel good." Dorn replied expressionlessly.

"I don't see how you have failed to fulfill your duty. Terra was attacked again, right? The noble Guard of Terra, Rogal Dorn?"

"At least my legion can still maintain their name and hold on to their glory when I leave. But your legion wants to leave you while you are still alive."

"Ha! You have nothing else to say, do you, Rogal Dorn? You can only find some illusory sense of superiority in this aspect. You know in your heart that if the roles were reversed, I would not be worse than you.

"

Dorn stared at him, and Perturabo's sneer grew wider. Then, he saw Rogal Dorn nodding.

"Yes, if the roles were reversed, you would be no worse than me."

Dorn's words made Perturabo frown. Before he could speak, he heard Dorn's next words.

"This is why I feel that you are living up to your talents. You have never been able to overcome the negative emotions that drag you down. This makes you weak and makes you despicable. From this point of view, I sympathize with you,

Perturabo."

Sanguinius sighed, he stood up slowly, disappeared on the spot, and appeared behind Perturabo the next second to restrain him.

The Lord of Steel was so angry that his whole body was creaking, as if the sound of metal rubbing against each other was so harsh. The ground made a tooth-grinding sound because of his power, Rogal Dorn looked on without fear.

He said the last words.

"You know I'm right, that's why you're so angry."

"you--"

"Well, Perturabo, show some restraint. You're giving him an advantage, and you don't want to lose, do you?" Sanguinius whispered in his ear. "Just for once, take control of yourself and prove it to him.

.”

The Lord of Steel gasped and slowly regained his strength. He turned his head, glanced at the archangel, and said nothing, only showing a ferocious smile.

"You're welcome." Sanguinius nodded to him, disappeared again, and returned to his seat.

For a moment, the conference room fell into silence. But this was not the end of the farce, just a temporary beginning.

Dorn continued the topic after a moment. Although Vulkan was very interested in several military ideas he proposed, the requirements that followed also made the Fire Dragon Lord very troubled.

".I don't think the Salamanders have the ability to have two Behemoths at the same time right now."

Vulkan decided to tell the truth, with a very sincere expression: "It's not that I don't want it - everyone would be interested in such a ship, right? However, a thousand people are not enough to control a ship of this size. If I agree,

That's just a waste."

"Then, let's go back to the legion system." Rogal Dorn said expressionlessly. "Our brother wrote a book that seemed very correct at the time. However, as time has passed, this system has also exposed its flaws.

Limitations and Errors.”

Robert Guilliman did not refute, and even nodded: "I have no objection."

"I didn't ask you." Dorn glanced at him. "If Sigismund knew that the Black Templars would become what they are now. Forget it."

He sighed in a rare way: "I can't blame you. Yes, I can't blame you entirely."

"In short, what I really want to bring up today is actually this one, which is to expand and restore the parent group while retaining the original war group."

"The legion system is necessary to exist. Of course we need more manpower to perform tasks. Legions can be used for special operations and retain their characteristics. Legions can be used on frontal battlefields. Moreover, they can also be used

Someone doesn't have to be alone in a simulation every time."

Konrad Coates, who was called by name in a sense, raised his eyebrows. After a moment, he smiled, reached out and took out his personal terminal, and without hesitation sent a message to his only legion member.

received a message.

"Hey, Sevita, you're going to have more kids soon."

"So, you accept it?" Donne stared at him and asked.

"Saying acceptance will make me feel that you have won - okay, okay, you have won, Dorne." The Lord of the Night smiled. "I agreed, but what about them?"

He pointed to the long table. Apart from the people who were already present, there were still a few empty seats: "You have a lot of problems to solve. Oh, by the way, there is also our dad - do you think he

Will you agree?"

A beam of golden light appeared in the center of the long table, and three words were projected on it: I agree.

"Well, okay, he agreed." Conrad Coates shrugged. "I have no objection. Alas, I have no objection."

"Are you referring to the matter that he agreed to, or the matter that he has been monitoring our conversations?" Corvus Corax asked as he emerged from the shadows.

"You came just in time."

"I might have been there all along."

"Really? Then you are really elegant."

"hehe."

Corax sat back in his seat without a smile and talked about business: "Restore the legion organization at this time, do we really have enough time to do it?"

"Maybe not, maybe there is. And that's the crux of the matter." Rogal Dorn replied seriously. "So, I think we must put this matter on the agenda as soon as possible. In addition, Perturabo, if you want

If so, you can also rebuild the Iron Warriors."

"No."

"You can think about it again."

"I said, no."

"Are you sure?" Rogal Dorn asked reluctantly. "This means a lot -"

"-No matter how much it means, it doesn't matter to me!" Perturabo roared again. "I said, no! Listen, no!"

"Okay." Dorn looked at him and nodded. "If you really don't want to, forget it. I can wait until Mortarion comes and ask him. It's always good to have an extra legion."

"Sometimes I really can't tell whether you are deliberately showing low emotional intelligence or whether you really don't care about this thing." Robert Guilliman said with a complex expression. "Sometimes, when you speak, it really makes people feel...

A kind of peculiar."

"The adjectives you used are also very strange." Donne nodded towards him. "I didn't expect that someone would describe me like this."

"Okay, okay, please calm down - for the sake of those who haven't come yet, please wait quietly for a while."

Sanguinius sighed helplessly: "Sir, Barr, ten thousand years have passed, and all the professionalism and calmness you showed before have disappeared. I only see a group of children quarreling with each other."

"And the tone of your words is quite similar to Malcador at this moment." Conrad Coates said with a snicker.

besides

(End of chapter)