Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry

The flames of anger are burning between the brothers. Dorn's cold and stiff face is even more exaggerated than Perturabo's. At least Perturabo's angry and unstable look will make you feel like he is a human being, while Dorn looks more like A cold machine surrounded by rage.

"I have been looking forward to this day for a long time! Dorne!" Perturabo shouted, and launched an attack amidst Jaghatai's obstruction. He directly threw his nuclear bomb, and then used the two automatic cannons and the cluster missiles on his shoulders. Nest starts.

"You are always so childish. I told you that this place cannot allow you to destroy it hastily." Dorn did not avoid Perturabo's nuclear bomb, but took a few steps forward.

++Priority protection engineers++

The turret suppressed fire on Perturabo, and then part of the robots fell in front of Dorn and quickly assembled into a solid protective wall.

++Absorb extra energy to replenish core energy shortage. ++

The energy and impact generated by the nuclear explosion was absorbed a lot. Perturabo's cannonballs had no effect on Dorn's protective wall, but Dorn didn't seem to want to stand behind the wall for a lifetime. He ordered these robots to make way for him. , then rushed towards Perturabo with clenched fists.

"Oh? You want to fight, don't you? Come on!" Perturabo also stopped shooting, and he rushed towards Dorn with the same heavy steps.

The fists of the two men collided fiercely, and the sound of metal collision buzzed. Jaghatai stood by their side, pleading with Dorn and Perturabo to stop their fighting.

"Brother Chagatai, please go and restrain that traitor. I'm glad to see you are safe."

After saying that, he received a kick from Perturabo in the stomach, but this kick, which was enough to seriously injure or even kill a Space Marine, did not even make Dorn frown.

The fight between the two was earth-shattering. They were like the most unworthy gangsters in the hive city. They grabbed each other and stabbed each other until one of them could no longer bear it.

Perturabo was punched in the face, and his broken nose caused a lot of blood to spurt out. Dorn was also punched in the face. He swallowed the blood in his mouth and seemed unharmed.

This beating was finally stopped by Lin Fan. He knocked on the body of the mechanical structure, leaving a shallow pit. Dorn heard this voice keenly, and he immediately turned around and told Lin Fan to stop.

"Mortal! I don't know how you did it, but don't touch that horrible thing that's been dead for tens of thousands of years."

Perturabo's anger grew stronger as he watched Dorn ignore him. Dorn also let him punch and kick him, and kept looking back at Lin Fan's hands.

"Stop! Perturabo, stop fighting." Jaghatai also took the opportunity to hug Perturabo and tried his best to keep him and Dorn at a distance.

Perturabo struggled and shouted. Jaghatai felt more and more difficult because of his struggle, so he asked Fulgrim to come over and help him.

"Huh. It's okay. You finally stopped fighting." Lin Fan looked at Dorn who was approaching him and breathed a sigh of relief. "Hello, Rogal Dorn, although I have many questions, I am very happy to be able to See you here."

"I also have a lot of questions, but I'm not happy to see you." Dorn just looked at Lin Fan for a moment, then stared at the shallow pit that Lin Fan made with his fingers, "Don't touch it, don't, if If you don’t understand, I can repeat it, don’t touch it.”

"But you came out of it, this is just a shell."

"The point is not about the inside or outside, the point is not to touch it."

Dorn said seriously, then he looked at Jaghatai and Fulgrim, and asked him why Fulgrim was not brought to justice.

"Things have changed Dorne! A lot is happening now!" Jaghatai answered.

"No matter what happened, they must be judged, and they should kneel before the throne. And those aliens, they should also be expelled. What is going on with these Space Marines, what qualifications do they have to be the great two-headed warriors? Eagle as decoration?”

"Haha! Let me tell you what happened!" Although Perturabo was firmly suppressed by his brothers, his mouth could still spit out irritating words, "How did you praise the Emperor? For Great God Emperor, right?"

"Shut up! Perturabo! You are insulting me and your father with the most vicious words!"

"Oh! Are you finally getting anxious? Are you angry? Let me think about something else. Oh, by the way! Do you still remember the Terra Palace? Do you know what Terra is now? A suffocating and cold religious heart. Heart, fanatics from countless worlds will crowd into transport ships, eager to worship the God-Emperor on the land of Terra!"

"This kind of lie cannot shake my mind!"

"You don't believe it? Why don't you believe it? Look at those nuns, look at that living saint with wings, why do you say you don't believe it? Haha!"

Dorn looked at Perturabo's reminder and noticed that there were nun-like warriors among the Space Marines. They held their spliced ​​shields high and prayed to the charcoal on the shields with a piety that displeased Dorn.

Maybe that's a warrior who deserves respect? Donne hoped that he could think in this direction, but the incense and various religious ornaments prevented him from diverting his thoughts from his hatred of religion.

Facing Donne's undisguised disgust, Celes stood in front of the nun. She folded her wings and knelt down to Donne.

The moment he saw Celes, Donne's hard expression that had never changed finally loosened a little, and Celes's white wings carved out a little bit of human flavor on his body.

"My brother's kid? It's nice to meet you, kid."

Donne's gentleness made Celes very uncomfortable. This was not the first time she heard someone call her the descendant of an angel. With a hint of embarrassed and cautious blush on her face, she spoke softly to Donne and expressed that she was a servant. The servants of the Emperor were by no means the children of that pure angel.

"But these wings. In my memory, only Sanguinius has such a thing."

"Don't forget Mortarion. He also had wings, although it's disgusting." Jaghatai reminded him inappropriately.

"Mortalion's wings are not wings, he is just a fly that fell into the water, trying desperately to shake his disgusting limbs that were wet with water."

"Then why don't you feel it for yourself? Like plucking a feather." Perturabo shouted, looking forward to the wonderful moment when everything Dorn insisted on collapsed in front of the truth.

The Sisters of Silence, as anti-psychic experts who cannot speak, have quite a lot of psychological activities. At least the official story of the poisonous nuns and the straight male forbidden army has been written.