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Chapter 1020 374. Round table talks (Part 9, Imperial Blood Fist, 4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1020 374. Round table talks (Part 9, Imperial Blood Fist, 4k)

[When we talk about the Primarchs, what are we talking about?]

[Are these just superhuman bodies, superhuman minds, and superhuman abilities? They are the greatest creation of our lord, the Emperor, and his sons. Before everything falls apart, they are also our hope. 】

【But what about other than that?】

[Readers, be careful of the words you read next. I am not willing to write them, but my Lord insists on asking. And I am just his penwriter. I exchanged my loyalty and my life that is about to be extinguished.

This opportunity, and you are about to read it.】

[Back to the topic. Apart from those innate abilities and acquired characters, what are the Primarchs? In other words, after their talents are stripped away from them, what are they left with? 】

[From the memory of my lord the Emperor, I saw the answer, and saw many answers. In this chapter, I will only describe the one about Rogal Dorn. 】

[Roger Dorn during the Great Crusade was always angry. He was irritable and changeable, sensitive and suspicious. Because Witt was lost in the alien attack and was completely destroyed in the bombing, this has never been forgotten by him. And

What's even worse is that he is so fashionable and has a sense of honor.]

[Yes, this is the worst thing. He is not pure enough. Ordinary people can be bad enough and good enough, because we do not have to bear any responsibility. But the originals cannot, they are born to bear responsibility.

.]

[Therefore, Dorne became an anomaly. Among his brothers, even the Lord of Steel, Perturabo, who was most estranged from him, would not question Dorne's ability to lead. However, Dorne because

Due to his own character, many blemishes appeared on his supposedly flawless record.】

[He may not hesitate to let the legion soldiers die and take on the most dangerous tasks in order to win glory and win the first place in a certain battle, and tell them from the beginning that they will not be able to come back alive.

Just cannon fodder.]

[However, after this battle is over, he will desperately try to reduce the sacrifices of his legion. He even requires that no soldier is allowed to step out of the trench without his order. ]

[This mutually opposing, almost crazy paranoia, caused him to discuss among his brothers. I don’t need to say more, you can also know that Perturabo is the most opposed one among them.]

[The Lord of Steel and his warriors do not pursue honor. They never regard war as a stage to display personal heroism. They only regard it as an indispensable part of the process of rejuvenating mankind. 】

[Thus, what they want is the minimum number of casualties. They care about the mortals fighting beside them, trying to persuade every stubborn commander not to waste their soldiers. There is no doubt that this philosophy of theirs is

From the words and deeds of the Lord of Steel.]

[Therefore, you should be able to understand now - why two seemingly completely unrelated things, stone and steel, have become antagonistic and even hostile enemies. 】

"It's such an apt analysis. I can't help but want to applaud the unnamed author. His logic is very clear."

Conrad Coates said this in a cheerful tone. He looked happy, and that was normal. After his character returned - or rather, after sanity returned and madness left him,

He started to become more and more

Naughty.

A harmless joke that sometimes turns nasty, but it doesn't matter. The reason his brothers are willing to tolerate him is probably because they can all hear the hidden meaning behind Konrad Kotz's seemingly sarcastic words.

Something to hold on to.

Admit it, some people just don't want to speak clearly.

"I care more about the Perturabo he painted."

Fulgrim said, he looked very interested, so he even turned his head and glanced at Angron. "Are you familiar with him?"

The Lord of Red Sand shook his head slowly, and then nodded again.

"I don't know how to define familiarity in your words. I know his character and what he is like. Frankly speaking, I respect him. But other than that, there is nothing more. Perturabo and

Magnus can be called a friend, and of course, there is Ferus before the betrayal. No, I’m not talking about you, I’m sorry, Ferus.”

The heroic spirit with a burning face smiled and said that he didn't need to worry.

As for the other person whose name was called

Magnus hugged his book and blinked his only remaining eye. He asked quietly: "...Me?"

"Yes, you, the guy who carries books everywhere." Angron shook his head, looking a little helpless. "Please, can you speak louder? No one here will become your enemy."

Magnus nodded very quickly. Angron's words made his expression relax a little. He didn't get an answer, but he already had some guesses. At this moment, he looked at the Lord of Red Sand with a more serious expression.

It's with a little hidden gratitude.

Angron sighed and said nothing.

——He can feel emotions.

"Anyway, that's it." He said slowly. "If you want to know more, Fulgrim, I recommend you ask Lorgar who is sitting over there."

He grinned and winked proudly at the somewhat astonished Golden Word Messenger.

'I won't leave you alone, brother.'

"."

Facing everyone's gaze, Lorgar Aurelion's eyes dodge in a rare move. Of course, the Golden Word Messenger is not a person who would be frightened in such circumstances. There is a position of Word Officer in his legion.

But the current situation is indeed somewhat special.

He took a deep breath and said, "Perturabo. I mean, the Perturabo I know."

The Lord of Steel, who was holding his arms, snorted expressionlessly, his eyes still focused.

"He behaves very gloomy and serious most of the time. He doesn't talk much. In meetings, he may prefer to remain silent than to talk. His legions are excellent comrades. As long as they have one breath left, they

He will never leave any of his companions behind. And his willpower"

The Golden Word Messenger gave a rare smile, which was very soft: "Frankly speaking, I admire his self-control ability."

The Lord of Steel snorted again - if he hadn't known the cause and effect, he might have thought that Lorgar was mocking him.

"What, is your throat itchy, dear Perturabo?" Cozz laughed happily. "If that's the case, then you may be infected with cold. My suggestion is to take some pills or see a doctor.

You understand, right?"

"Not speaking seems to be a very difficult problem for you." The Lord of Steel responded coldly. "One day, I will ask you to shut up."

"Oh but the mouth is on me, my brother."

Kurtz blinked happily: "I mean, how are you going to control my mind?"

He looked at the silent Rogal Dorn again, his right eyebrow slowly raised, making his expression very frivolous at this moment.

".In addition, I think you should pay more attention to our 'Stubborn Stone' than me. Look at him. This look could scare a group of orcs attacking Inwit to death - if they really plan to do this.

."

Sanguinius frowned angrily. To him, Curze's words at this moment, even if they were a twisted and awkward concern, seemed a bit too much.

The archangel vibrated his wings gently, then plucked out a feather and held it in his hand. His power was clearly revealed at this moment, and at one moment, a warm glow even fell in the room as if someone had come personally.

.

Dawn slowly raised his head.

He opened his mouth, wanting to thank you, but the hoarse voice made the words sound more like a breathless speech before his death: "Thank you, Sanguinius."

The archangel nodded with a complex expression.

Dorn breathed a sigh of relief, and Perturabo looked at him like a winner. However, even though he was in a false and celebrated moment, he only acted like a winner.

It was just a gesture, he did not have the exclusive rights of the winner to speak.

As for the reason?

Maybe it's because he knows in his heart that those are not his achievements and experiences. The reason why he still has to stubbornly act like a winner. Maybe it's just because he doesn't want to bow his head.

He didn't believe Rogal Dorn was better than him.

".Do you want to say something, Dorn?" Horus asked softly.

The expression of the Wolf Shepherd is still not good-looking, but this does not affect his concern for his brothers. It is true that he has not yet completely freed himself from the chaotic and restless mood at the moment. But he is Horus.

· Lupekar.

He cares about each of his brothers.

"I don't have anything to say."

Donne replied, his voice sounding like two rough stones rubbing against each other.

"I will never let my heirs go to die. If this is a fatal mission, I will not even let it appear on our conference table. War is ever-changing, and there are thousands of ways to do it. There is no way to just

The way to death."

As he spoke, there was a kind of hatred in his voice. It was obvious and could be detected even without special observation. Vulkan and Chagatai looked at each other without revealing anything, and both reached some kind of consensus.

The Lord of the Fire Dragon is always smiling on weekdays, but he has a keen observation ability that was born next to the forge. A blacksmith with poor eyesight cannot succeed. And the latter is crowned the Eagle by the Chogorians

person named.

They could all see how unstable Dorn's mood was at the moment, and it was even the result of being channeled by Sanguinius's power.

Donn paused for a moment, and the muscles on his face began to tremble, the magnitude of which was frightening. His short gray hair and already stern face intensified the horror of this anger, making him look like some kind of furious man.

The whirlpool is generally shocking.

"I reject him," Rogal Dorn said. "A defeatist, a commander who overemphasizes honor and completely ignores the lives of his soldiers, a coward who is immersed in memories of the past and unwilling to step out, and a hateful enemy.

"

He even began to use the word enemy to describe his own body.

"Go on, Center. I want to see the ending. I hope he dies without a burial place."

"Hey, hey, wait a minute - wait a minute."

Konrad Coates interrupted the center at an untimely or rather opportune time. He faced everyone's puzzled looks, shook his legs, and asked in a seemingly frivolous manner what he had said so far.

The most serious question.

"Where is our respected father?" the Lord of the Night asked with narrowed eyes. "Where has he gone, Center? Don't tell me that an omnipotent and great creature like you doesn't know where he is. If you really answer like this,

I'm afraid I'm going to have doubts about your performance."

"Provoking method, successful attempt, Konrad Kurtz, you seem to be beginning to understand my current personality. Understand, I will start character iteration to adapt to your current impression of me."

The center was silent for a moment, and then a new projection appeared on the silver wall at the front of the conference room.

stars.

To be precise - they are dim stars. A tiny golden light is shining continuously and passing through them. Wherever the light reaches, the stars begin to shine with light blue.

"What is this?" Leman Russ asked. "The power of a mere captain?"

With a sense of hope, he stood up suddenly: ". Tell me quickly, Center!"

"Calm down, Leman Russ. That is indeed the captain's power, but it does not come directly from him. It is the backup he left behind. The Emperor is connecting them one by one, so that when the war does come,

At this time, there will be no unnecessary casualties."

"Sounds like an enchantment-type spell."

Robert Guilliman calmly commented: "I have seen many similar descriptions in the books given to me by my teachers."

"Do you know anything else, Robert? How to cast the spell, its cost, its effects - that sort of thing?" Corax asked.

".I only had time to take a cursory glance."

Corvus Corax sighed quietly.

"This is why you are still a magic apprentice, Robert." The Lord of Crows said with complaint. "The knowledge has been given to you by your teacher, but you don't cherish such power and you actually let it go.

To study?”

"Learning takes time!" Guilliman exclaimed. "And what I lack most is time - you can't see how busy I was some time ago!"

Corax pointed at Magnus, who instinctively ducked and even made an evasive movement.

"Then why can Magnus do it? He is starting to study like you, but as far as I know, he has recently started to study how to cast spells."

"Well!"

Magnus backed away in panic, even with a chair, and he stammered: "You, you, how did you know?"

Conrad Coates smiled maliciously.

"alright."

Leon El'Jonson pressed the sword seriously - or rather, the hilt. He interrupted the farce that was about to begin, and then actually started a conversation with the center in a polite manner.

"The center of the magic circle." He spat out these four words dryly. "Can you explain to us what the emperor is doing?"

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