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Chapter 979 334. Between reality and reality (4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 979 334. Between reality and reality (4k)

Of course, Iago Severtalion is not the only one in the universe who is falling into this troubled thought caused by complex emotions. Everyone has his own troubles.

The traffickers will be worried about business, the soldiers will be worried that the enemy is not dead or that their superiors will issue some stupid orders, and the Mechanicus Priests will be worried about what new technology their companions have developed today - or what they have unearthed.

new technology.

Therefore, Steve Rogers is naturally included.

In fact, if you ask, Steve Rogers will even be quite candid in telling you why, he's troubled by someone.

Revenge, captain's cabin. Steve Rogers' expression doesn't look good. It's not the first day he has dealt with a mage. He naturally knows what kind of person he is, and he also knows that hidden under that appearance is an extremely stubborn heart.

heart of.

At this moment, he was sitting in the captain's cabin, frowning, not knowing how to get He Shenyan to take back his order. For him, if someone else told him this order, he would definitely regard it as an insult.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to be honest: "I can't fulfill your request. Why - go to another world to build my legion at this time? Are you awake now?"

After waiting for a while, he didn't get He Shenyan's answer, so he had to continue speaking: "Didn't you really have an impromptu idea again? Just like that time you asked Thor to pretend to be me? He had to shave his beard.

, but he complained to me for more than a month afterwards. Please, don’t do it again.”

"What you said really makes me very sad, Steve - why, do you think I am this kind of casual person? Everything I do has a strict plan. Of course, what you said is temporary

Being spontaneous can be regarded as one of my characteristics, and free expression is an art form."

"But I still don't see how establishing a legion will help the current war situation." Steve said seriously. "Not to mention whether I can shoulder this kind of responsibility, the time required alone is enough to cause a headache.

.Or are you now able to play with time as you like?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't do it."

The mage standing in front of the porthole with his hands behind his back turned around and shook his head: "I am not Strange. The timeline is a very serious matter. Changing it at will will only cause some problems that we don't want to see.

.But why do you have so many questions lately?"

He raised his eyebrows and spread his hands naturally, showing a natural and leisurely look: "Aren't you convinced by my words anymore?"

"Don't change the subject. Besides, what you say has to be taken as lies. This isn't the first day I've met you, why."

As he said that, Steve glared at him - you see, there is something different with an upright face. Even if he glares at people, he can look upright. If it weren't for the mage's acting skills, he might really reveal some things that he shouldn't.

Some emotions.

He Shenyan smiled slightly: "I didn't change the subject, Steve, has the matter we are discussing now changed? The focus of this discussion is still your latest task."

"What kind of mission is this? Ask me to leave when the war is tense and go to another world to build a legion. Even the old antique sealed in ice can sense that this kind of order is wrong. What's more, I am not that old antique now.

."

In response to his words, the mage sighed.

"Why talk so much, Steve? After all, I thought that was Tony Stark's prerogative."

He said in a low voice: "Now that you have noticed the one-sided truth, why not just swallow it, Steve. Of course it is sweet."

"If I were still the ignorant Captain America, of course I would accept this mission."

Steve Rogers slowly stood up from his chair: "But I have understood a lot of things, Ho. So of course I can infer some not-so-good things from your recent performance."

He turned his head and glanced at the Imperial Guard standing in the shadows. The latter did not respond to his gaze, as if it was just a sculpture. On the golden armor, the reliefs were dull,

"You want me to be the one who keeps the fire, don't you?" Steve asked.

The mage didn't answer.

"You've never done this before. Do you think we can't win this time?"

"Victory is a relative concept."

The mage finally spoke helplessly.

"Let those evil gods be completely destroyed and make every place in the galaxy a paradise for human beings to rest and recuperate. This is of course a victory. But what about other than that? When they die, humans die together. This is also a victory - as long as

It's just a miserable victory. Tell me, Steve, can you accept the latter?"

".I do not understand."

"It's okay if you don't understand, soldier, because I don't know exactly what they will do. For the possible miserable future, it is quite necessary to preserve a completely pure human race - and, other

There is no warp in this world."

He Shenyan sighed: "If we have enough time, we can take another approach. Unfortunately, what we lack most now is time. We have to face more than evil gods and demons now."

He paused, then gave an ironic smile: "To be honest, if you let a conservative come over and throw these things in his face, would he continue to believe in Christ?"

"Are you sure you want to start this topic at this time?" Steve asked helplessly.

"Okay, okay, my bad."

He Shenyan smiled and raised his hands in a French military salute: "So, let's talk about the mission?"

".Can't you change someone else?"

"Who should I change?" the mage asked. "Klan or Frank?"

"Robert Guilliman?" Steve hesitantly said a name, then more. "Sanguinius? Rogal Dorn?"

"They won't leave."

The mage shook his head and said a slightly cruel fact with a cold rationality: "This is their home, but it is not yours, Steve. They will not leave, and they have valid reasons to refute.

But you are different."

"The tone you speak now reminds me of that bastard Nick Fury again."

"Get used to it more."

He Shenyan sighed: "I have now realized that being a bastard is inevitable."

"Then let me ask you to be a humane bastard."

Steve shook his head and walked to the captain's cabin door. Needless to say, he had accepted this task - Steve Rogers is always worthy of your trust when it comes to obeying orders.

He Shenyan watched him leave without saying anything more. The Imperial Guard watched all this in silence, also without saying a word.

——

The end of the war was as shocking and unprepared as its arrival. Regarding this, only a few people can fully see the truth of the matter and find the answer from the clues.

The Vengeance, home of the Imperial Fists.

Rogal Dorn frowned and read the battle report three times before coming to a conclusion. He slid his finger to rotate the star map, so that he could more intuitively observe the situation on the entire battlefield.

After a while, he said: "The war is over, and we have won a great victory. Apart from logistical problems, the results of this Ultramar defense battle were perfect, but it was too sudden."

He raised his head and looked at Chaghatai, who was covered in blood and had just returned. He said in a solemn tone: "Don't you think so, Khan?"

"A long time ago, I learned not to speculate on the minds of demons."

Khan swung his sword and cut open the ventilator at an extremely fast speed. A dangerous hum echoed in the room, and the smell of blood still did not dissipate, and even became stronger as he swung it.

It's hard to say how many people he killed before he could have such a long-lasting blood energy.

The wrist rotated and the sharp blade was sheathed. The Chogorian smiled slightly.

"Who in the normal world can understand the thoughts of demons and traitors? Predictable tactics are on the one hand, but I have always doubted whether they really have this concept of general strategy. Don't tell me you can't see it, Rogge

·Donne."

"It would be rare for one of the ten demons to have a real brain. Otherwise, if they all had normal intelligence, I can't figure out how the empire could have persisted for ten thousand years."

"Don't underestimate them just because of this victory."

Dorn warned his brother sternly, even though he knew Jaghatai didn't need his warning.

"These things are not enemies of predictable behavioral patterns as we know them. Perhaps only the former Conrad Coates can rival them in this regard."

Dorn frowned, instinctively feeling a little dislike for this metaphor. However, he did not refute, after all, Chagatai Khan was not deliberately trying to smear him.

"Ah, although the ghosts of Nostramo were crazy at that time, they were still fighting for justice. But now...? I don't even know why they are fighting."

Chagatai supported the cold iron table with both hands and said thoughtfully: "Times change so fast, brother. Betrayal, devil, religion, superstition, in the blink of an eye, enemies suddenly rush into your face.

It all disappeared and turned into these bloody, living nightmares.”

Dorn did not answer the question. He did not want to discuss the matter in sorrow for the time being. He was forced to put aside the Chogorian's philosophical thoughts. He swiped the star map and issued several assistances to the Imperial Fists company.

Order to clear the battlefield.

The most troublesome part of fighting the Nurgle Demon is here.

Dorn has lost count of how many past battle reports he has seen in which victorious commanders had to issue orders to destroy the planets they defended. This was an act of pure helplessness, and it was definitely not because the heads of those commanders were destroyed by Ogryn.

He was beaten as a target.

Until then, the long list of pollution and diseases is enough to give anyone who sees it a heart attack. In fact, the most common method used in the Empire to deal with Nurgle's invasion is actually the Extermination Order, rather than actually taking back those planets.

Planets are meant to be inhabited. If a world overrun by plague is recaptured, what use will it be to the empire?

Of course, then again, this is Ultramar. So, even if you really plan to ignore the repair methods provided by the Revenge and press the launch button of the Extermination Order-then, Robert Keely

What should Mann do?

Dorn thought blankly, Five hundred worlds, your appetite is astonishing, Robert Guilliman.

"I feel like you're thinking about something bad."

Jaghatai said ambiguously. He touched his chin and seemed quite interested in Dorn's silence. His words made Rogal Dorn return a rather calm look, and the Khan laughed dumbly.

"Okay, but I'm serious, Roger. They will never let it go."

"It's natural."

Dorn raised his head from the star map, and Jaghatai finally got to the point. He couldn't avoid this topic, and he said: "So I did not withdraw my troops immediately. You don't need to make any further insinuations, I know you haven't killed him yet.

enough."

"That's wrong."

Khan stroked his long beard and shook his head slowly: "Killing is a means to me, not a pastime. I just like to gallop with my descendants."

Having said this, he winked at Dorn, making no secret of his intention to squeeze.

"."

Rogal Dorn was silent for a moment, and the Imperial Fists stubbornly let him stay on the Vengeance to take command. This trait that was exactly the same as him made him both happy and angry.

Of course he is happy to see his descendants inherit his characteristics. Stubbornness sounds like a derogatory word, but if it is placed in a war, stubbornness is a complimentary word. And the point of his anger couldn't be more obvious, isn't it?

As a Primarch, he was placed in a command position by his own legion and could not enter the battlefield in person.

His thoughts stopped here. Dorn sighed rarely and said nothing, but Jaghatai knew what he wanted to say.

The Chogorian smiled: "Now do you know how we tried to persuade ourselves to stay calm when we faced you, Rogge?"

"The two things are completely different." Donne retorted instinctively. "You can't compare them."

"Why is it different? What I'm discussing with you is situational substitution, Roger - how about a little empathy?"

After Jaghatai said these words, he laughed and left. Dorn stood there with a straight face, planning to discuss this issue again when he came back.

He doesn't know yet that in just three minutes, he will completely change his mind. The discussion with Jaghatai will be put on hold indefinitely, and even the fact that he will be placed in command by his own legion will be far away.

After the return of Konrad Curze and Corvus Corax's ship, Rogal Dorn was the first person to receive the news.

He saw a name in the crew list that shouldn't be there.

Mortarion.

I got infected, it may be influenza A, I’ll update it today. I can’t sit still at all, my back hurts, and I have difficulty breathing.

If the condition is better, I will start updating it immediately.

(End of chapter)