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Chapter 1018 372. Round table talks (Part 7, Imperial Blood Fist, 3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

"Leon?"

Sanguinius looked at his brother hesitantly. The old face was obscured by the traces of time, and the beard that had not been well taken care of made him look like a primitive man. And the look in those eyes

Something is burning.

"Do not stop me, Sanguinius."

When the seemingly old lion said these words, he seemed to have turned back into the inhumane and stern person again. "I have to find out."

"I understand." Archangel pursed his lips. "I just hope you are mentally prepared. For us, these things are tantamount to overturning our lives and memories and starting over again. I think Robert and Corax will agree with me."

This sentence."

The Lord of Ultramar nodded with a stiff expression, while the Lord of Crows simply said nothing. He really didn't want to say a word.

"Thank you for the reminder." Leon replied coldly. "Let's get started, you hate intelligence."

"Your attitude makes me very unhappy, Leon El'Jonson, so I have decided to leave the chapter about you to the end."

".What did you say?!"

The lion stood up angrily. His weapon had not been recovered, but he still retained the habit of never leaving his sword. Therefore, he immediately pulled out a power sword from his waist - a weapon made by the center.

He held it in his hand and roared angrily at the blue light above his head: "Start immediately, you damn hateful intelligence!"

"I have a name, the center of the magic circle. It's only four words. It's not 'damn hateful intelligence'. It's seven words. Leon El'Jonson. In addition, you actually hold the weapon threat I created.

I?"

"So what?!"

With a flash of blue light, the weapon in the lion's hand began to slowly turn into ashes, but the center still retained a hilt, so that the lion could still hold it in his hand. However, without the blade, it looked like

It seemed very exaggerated.

It can even be said that there is a strange sense of absurdity.

Vulkan turned his head away. The Fire Dragon Lord originally didn't want to do this, but he was afraid that he would really laugh out loud if he continued to look at it. Besides him, there were several other people who also looked weird.

"This is the consequence," the hub said. "Please sit down, if you don't want to go to the corridor outside the conference room like Conrad Coates."

".If I sit down, will you start playing a chapter about me?"

"No, I'll play Rogal Dorn first."

Leon El'Jonson's facial muscles clearly twitched at that moment, and even his beard could not erase this. He suppressed his anger, held the hilt of the sword and remained calm, and asked: "Why

?”

"Because he is almost unable to maintain his sanity."

"Nonsense!" Rogal Dorn immediately retorted with an angry look. "If I were really swayed by my emotions, I would have just made Konrad Curze need to sit in a wheelchair every day for the rest of his life.

!”

"Negative, there is no way he can get into a wheelchair with the treatment cabin. Secondly, your physical attack methods may not have any effect on a person who can turn himself into darkness and dissipate. In addition, you are already going crazy.

I can observe your emotions. And your current fluctuation peak is approaching the critical point, Rogal Dorn."

The center said a lot in one breath, but Dorn remained strangely silent after listening to this long series of words, which was very suspicious.

Fulgrim sighed, and there was a look of exhaustion on Phoenix's face. If nothing else happened, this meeting would probably have nothing to do with him from beginning to end, but he felt extremely tired.

Already.

"Roger."

He began to persuade me with good words.

"Let the Center start? If you want to hear it, why suppress yourself? Also, Leon, although I am very sorry for your experience. However, in the absence of the captain, the Center is the theoretical highest priority of the Revenge.

Controller."

The lion snorted coldly and sat down slowly. He put the hilt of the sword into its sheath and said coldly: "You actually let a hateful intelligence control such a planetary battleship? Stupid! Extremely stupid!"

Fulgrim covered his forehead and sighed. He couldn't tell whether he was moaning more or complaining more: "Please calm down, I beg you, brother."

A few seconds later, the central voice sounded again: "Please be prepared, Rogal Dorn. Information about the Imperial Blood Fist is being loaded."

Dawn slowly clenched his fists.

——

[There are few renegade legions that have fallen as completely as the Imperial Blood Fist. Perhaps even the Ultramarines dare not say that they can have a deeper belief in the evil god than they do. 】

[Although Robert Guilliman’s damned damned scions do all kinds of evil, at least they still retain the pursuit of profit. However, the behavior of the Imperial Blood Fists cannot be divided based on pure profit.]

[After all, they have become a group of madmen who are completely thirsty for blood. Under the banner of the Blood God, they keep swinging their axes, hoping that the violent god who thirsts for blood will cast an indifferent glance at them. Their

Their names have been nailed to the pillar of shame, and I believe that one day, they will become history.】

"What a terrible evaluation."

Alpharius said thoughtfully, you could even say he was a little cautious. Obviously, even this guy didn't want to offend Rogal Dorn at this moment.

As for the reason?

All right

Donne's face now looked red. His excitement even ruptured the capillaries in his nose, and blood flowed out from his nostrils. He didn't even move to wipe it, he just sat on the chair and stared at the round table.

The text is silent.

Sanguinius had not yet recovered from the impact of Horus' chapter, but he forced himself to ignore it.

The archangel sighed and shook his wings, and soft golden light fell on Dorn, causing his injuries to begin to heal. In fact, even if he didn't do this, the self-healing ability of the original body would make Dorn's injuries heal after a while.

Heals instantly.

His behavior is nothing more than a reminder.

Dorn slowly cast his gaze towards the archangel, and then gave a silent nod, which was regarded as thanks.

Of course, while he is calm on the surface, the other person may not be.

Perturabo smiled silently, and his smile was almost the limit of human expression. Almost all of his teeth were exposed to the air. Although there was no sound, the contentment was clearly revealed.

".Are you okay, Perturabo?"

Vulkan asked cautiously, and Ferus also cast his gaze here. Although Medusa is now a heroic spirit, she has a lot of emotions that humans should have.

"I am very good!" cried Perturabo.

Chagatai, who was sitting next to him, shook his head helplessly. He had no words, but his actions were enough to express his emotions. He shook his head, as if he had seen through what would happen next.

This kind of pessimism doesn’t even need to be said.

Sure enough, Perturabo didn't stop there.

"What could be better than this? Nothing! Rogal Dorn, how do you feel now? How proud you were in the past!"

The Lord of Steel sneered and opened his arms, so wide that he almost hit Jaghatai and Fulgrim's shoulders. The two looked at each other and could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Standing on the moral high ground and pointing at my past, looking down with disdain, your contempt is so condescending - what about now? Rogal Dorn? What about now?! Ha! I hope you remember today,

In this way, every day in the future, whenever you think of this period, you will feel a heartache!"

"The cry of a loser is insignificant." Donne said coldly. "This is not my experience, but it is just a possibility of failure. He must be different from me. If he is the same as me, then he will definitely not

Maybe he betrayed and became like this."

"Really? Where does your confidence come from?"

"From all of it—the evidence, the words that we heard."

Dorn was obviously extremely angry, but his language skills and logical abilities were not affected at all. He was still able to use precise words to cut through the loopholes in Perturabo's words.

"Angron - the Angron in front of us, the biggest difference between him and that person is the Butcher's Nail. Such a detail makes their life trajectories very different. And sitting over there

Lorgar Aurelion"

"His skin is glowing, but there are no scriptures engraved on it. This is proof, Perturabo, you wretched man without eyesight and no ability to observe."

"I look forward to the moment when your chapter comes, so that we can see what you could have become. When that time comes, I will ask you again from the bottom of my heart."

Dorn stared into Perturabo's eyes, motionless, and his pupils even began to shrink slowly: "Why are you wasting your talent?"

Perturabo sneered and nodded, his lips trembling, and so did his neck - obviously extremely angry.

Both of them were like this, both were extremely angry, but they managed to maintain a strange calmness.

Fulgrim thought strangely that they were really similar. Of course, he was just thinking about it. He would not say this out loud, otherwise he would be besieged and questioned by the two people.

[Among the Primarchs, Rogal Dorn's achievements before returning to the Empire are undoubtedly the most outstanding. Of course I would like his soul to be torn apart, but I must look at everything fairly.

】

[Therefore, I will not hide this part of the truth. Readers, what you need to know is that Rogal Dorn once established a small interstellar empire before returning to the Empire. 】

[However, because of this, his way of thinking began to slide in a terrible direction. 】

There is one more chapter.