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Chapter 1022 376. Round table talks (11, Imperial Blood Fist, 3k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

This should have been a perfect moment to laugh, but Perturabo failed to do so.

He didn't know the reason, but it was definitely not empathy. He had no reason to empathize with the person in the projection, and he had never defended his heir like this in front of others. Rather, he was more like the person in the picture.

That Dorn.

He is the one who punishes his own children with harsh discipline.

He was beaten to death, whipped, demoted, humiliated, beaten and scolded. He even accidentally punched someone into a Dreadnought.

Of course he knows what is right and what is wrong. But he has never been able to control his emotions. It may be sad to say it, but that is the fact.

If only he could learn to control it sooner

If he could.

Then, she won't die.

Yes, she won't die.

What have I done?

Thinking back again, he still felt the pain was unbearable. But he didn't show it, he was steel, and steel would not waver.

The Lord of Steel held his hands with a stone-cold face, showing no visible emotional fluctuations.

Except for Angron, no one noticed the complicated emotions in his heart at this moment. Not even Jaghatai noticed that his falcon-like eyes could not see through the tepid steel.

Steel itself has no temperature.

The silence did not last long, Rogal Dorn broke the almost suffocating silence after a few minutes.

"I shouldn't have any reaction about this." Donne said slowly. "But I have to admit one thing. When I saw a person with the same face as me say that kind of thing, I felt ashamed.

.”

He looked at Perturabo.

".A deep shame, and I don't even know where it comes from. What's even more surprising to me is that you didn't laugh at me, Perturabo."

The Lord of Steel was clearly in a state of confusion, but he still urged himself to control his body and sneered disdainfully: "When the day comes when I truly defeat you, I will. But now is not the time, Rogge.

·Donne, be glad for this, your time to be proud is numbered."

Donne did not answer this sentence, his eyes were full of doubts and confusion.

Then, there was silence again.

After a long time, he whispered: "Why is this happening? His betrayal puzzles me, and your loyalty also puzzles me. I wanted to learn from his failure, but I found that I couldn't.

Any lesson. He and I are two people."

".He is not me." Donne shook his head. "He is not me, but he has my name, my face, and even a past that is highly similar to mine. A few details changed everything and made him a

Such scum.”

"It's really interesting that you actually evaluate yourself like this." Perturabo still sneered, but for no reason he felt uneasy about what was going to happen next.

His spirit seemed to be reminding him that something was about to happen.

"You can mock me, Perturabo, and I allow it for now. I can't refute you. The facts are before you."

Perturabo sneered stiffly, waiting for Dorn's next words, but he did not interrupt.

He could, but he didn't.

"The fact is that my proud past and my honor can actually be changed. As long as a few unfortunate changes occur, I will become a terrible person. And you can also be changed."

Donne lowered his head and said in a very soft voice: "...This means that if we just talk about our nature, I'm afraid I'm not any more noble than you."

The Center did not give them time to continue the discussion. Uncharacteristically, it continued to incite words, which attracted their attention.

[Rogal Dorn certainly knew what he had done to Perturabo. He knew every scar he had caused that stood between him and his brothers. He felt pain about it, but he would never

Feeling sorry. Even though he doesn't actually know the cause of his pain.]

[He will not hand over Sigismund and let him be punished as he deserves. He knows that Sigismund should be punished but he will not do it.]

[Sigismund is his first captain and one of the best men in his legion. He cannot lose such a person. He must always maintain the combat effectiveness of the Imperial Fists so that he can earn more from their father.

Much recognition.]

[However, Dorn does not know one thing. Even if he does nothing, our Lord the Emperor's love for him will not be reduced in any way. And I must point out that Rogal Dorn's self-righteousness destroyed

This gives him the last chance to remain pure.]

[He simply splits the world into black and white, forcing himself to ignore his love for his children. He switches back and forth between a tyrant who resorts to severe punishment and a dreamer who pursues minimal casualties. This is exactly his kind of chaos.

The best explanation of character.]

[And fate will not stop - I hate this word. I think real heroes should make their own choices before fate. Destiny thinks it can control these noble people, and they prove that,

It doesn’t work.]

[Rogal Dorn is not such a person, he cannot see the future.]

[His feud with Perturabo had its consequences decades later. The Lord of Steel asked their father and Horus Luperkar for help, hoping that they could join forces with the Fourth Legion to deal with Ullanor

The Orc Empire. The Lord of Steel deliberately ignored this matter, and he did not invite the Imperial Fists.】

[Dorn was puzzled by this, even angry. Of course he still remembered what he did to the Fourth Legion, but in his heart, these were just private matters. ]

[The really important thing is to fight for all mankind, isn't it? Despite what he said, Rogal Dorn ignored one thing. His anger on this matter came from the green-skinned beasts

hatred for orcs, and where does his hatred for orcs come from?】

【This is never just a private matter.】

[Dorn forgot this and publicly expressed his dissatisfaction with Perturabo and even the Emperor on multiple occasions. The Imperial Fists were not as bold as him, but they were also spreading rumors about the Iron Warriors.

They told many people that the Iron Warriors were a group of cowards who would never dare to fight the enemy in close combat.】

[The hatred began to intensify, and at this moment, one thing changed everything. 】

"It seems that our strange brother has his own double standards for treating the world."

The Lord of the Night did not laugh. He said this sentence with a very serious expression. Of course, this also included the next sentence.

"This kind of thing is very bad. This kind of behavior is tantamount to covering one's eyes with a black cloth, and then claiming to everyone that he can still see. But he can't. I'm afraid failures will come one after another. By then

.”

He did not continue speaking, but Alpharius took up the conversation. With his eyes slightly narrowed, he looked as chilling as a venomous snake waiting to be hunted.

He whispered: "I'm starting to understand now."

"Understand what?" Fulgrim asked.

"Everything," Alpharius said. "Everything stems from the confusion of the authorities. We should see clearly, but most of us fail to do so."

He turned to look at Russ and Jaghatai, who had different reactions to his gaze. The Wolf King grinned, with a pretentious savagery on his still haggard face. He still did not let go of his disguise.

As for Khan

He just smiled, this smile was so peaceful, there was no pride in it, just pure reason.

Then he began to talk about it with the tone of a wise man.

"Excessive praise, Alpharius." The Chogorian said. "We are also the authorities, aren't we? And to the person in the projection, we are just bystanders."

"We sit aside and see every step he makes extremely clearly. We sit here and criticize his behavior without any pressure, even to the point of belittling his personality. We may say that he is wrong, but why does he do this?

Made a mistake?"

The Eagle said calmly: "Pressure? Wrong choices? The guidance of fate? Or is it really like what Donn said, but just a few details determine everything? No, no. I believe it is not the case."

His eyes suddenly became sharp, and at this moment, no one looked at him.

"Let's go ahead," he said. "Let's find out together."

So the center continues.

[The Council of Nicaea - a historical process that has had a long impact on us. At this moment, I sit here and write these words with my quill. I can no longer fully express my intention. I thought

I could tell all the stories of the Primarch, but now it seems that I am still too greedy.]

[I'm afraid my life is coming to an end. Therefore, I want to do it for you, for you. Yes, you. Primarchs.]

[I will tell you the main reasons for Rogal Dorn’s fall.]

【Evil God.】

[The evil gods are not destiny, that is the first point. They are just a group of parasites, greedily drinking blood on us and laughing at our pain.]

[The main content of the Nikaea Conference was on psykers and the subsequent use of psionic powers. Dorn remained neutral during the conference and did not join any party.]

[First, he doesn’t want think tanks to disappear. After all, they are always very useful in wars. Second, he doesn’t want to trust them. After all, he is very afraid of the uncontrollable power of psychic energy. And

At this time, he is still willing to believe his father.】

[He gathered the think tanks within the Legion and asked them to wait on his flagship, while he himself went to the Emperor's side to wait for his sentence. Then, a fire broke out. On Dorne's flagship

Burning, he returned in a hurry, but all he got was endless corpses.】

【No one survived.】

There is one more chapter.