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"Leon?"

Sanguinius looked at his brother hesitantly. His old face was covered by the traces of time, and his beard that had not been properly groomed made him look like a primitive man. And in those eyes...

Something is burning.

"Don't stop me, Sanguinius."

When the seemingly aged lion said this, he seemed to have turned back into that unreasonable and stern person again. "I must find out."

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

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 your reminder." Leon replied coldly. "Go ahead, you abominable intelligence."

"Your attitude offends me so much, Leon El'Jonson, that I have decided to save the chapter about you for the last time."

"......What did you say?!"

The lion stood up furiously. His weapon had not been retrieved yet, but the habit of never leaving his sword was still retained. Therefore, he immediately drew 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 smart hater!"

"I have a name, Center of the Circle, and it's only four words, not 'Damn Abominable Intelligence', it's seven words, Leon El'Jonson. Besides, you're threatening me with a weapon I made I?"

"So what?!"

With a flash of blue light, the weapon in the lion's hand began to slowly turn into ashes and disappear, but the center still retained a hilt, allowing the lion to still hold it in his hand. However, without the blade, it looks very exaggerated.

There's even a certain sense of the absurd about it -- there's a strange sense of the absurd.

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

"This is the consequence." Cephalon said. "Sit down, please, if you don't want to go out into the hallway outside the conference room like Conrad Koz."

"...if I sit down,

Will you start playing chapters about me? "

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

Leon El'Jonson's facial muscles visibly twitched at that moment, and not even the beard could erase it. He suppressed his anger, held the hilt of his sword to keep calm, and asked, "Why?"

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

"Nonsense!" Rogge Dorn immediately retorted, his brows furious. "If I was really going to be swayed by emotions, I would have just made Conrad Koz need a wheelchair every day for the rest of his life!"

"Negative, with the treatment cabin, it is impossible for him to sit in a wheelchair. Secondly, your physical attack methods may not be effective against a person who can turn himself into darkness and dissipate. In addition, you are already going crazy, I can observe your emotions. And the peak of your current fluctuations is almost approaching the critical point, Rogue Dorn."

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

Fulgrim sighed, and Phoenix's face showed a kind of exhaustion. If there were no accidents in this meeting, I'm afraid it would have nothing to do with him from the beginning to the end, but he felt that he was extremely tired.

"Roger..."

He tried to persuade him.

"Let the center start? If you want to listen, why suppress yourself? Also, Leon, although I'm sorry for what happened to you...But, in the absence of the captain, the center is the revenge The theoretical supreme controller."

The lion snorted coldly and sat down slowly. He put the hilt into the sheath, and said in a cold voice: "You actually let an abominable intelligence control such a star warship? Stupid! Stupid!"

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

A few seconds later, the voice of the center sounded again: "Please get ready, Roger Dorn. The information about the Imperial Bloodfist is being loaded."

Don slowly clenched his fists.

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[There are not many rebel legions that have fallen so thoroughly like the Imperial Blood Fist. I'm afraid even the Ultramarines dare not say that they can have a deeper belief in evil gods than them. 】

【Robert Guilliman's cursed heirs, although they do all kinds of evil, at least still have the pursuit of profit. But the behavior of the blood fists of the empire cannot be divided based on pure interests. 】

[After all, they have become a group of blood-thirsty lunatics. Under the banner of the blood god, they kept swinging their axes, hoping that the blood-hungry god of violence would cast a casual glance at them. Their names have been nailed to the pillar of shame, and I believe that, one day, they will be history. 】

"What a . . . terrible evaluation."

Alpharius mused, you could even say he was a little cautious. Obviously, even this person doesn't want to offend Rogge Dorn at this moment.

As for the reason?

All right......

Dawn's face looked red now, and the excitement even ruptured the capillaries in his nose, and blood flowed from his nostrils. And he didn't even try to wipe it, he just sat on the chair, staring at the words on the round table without saying a word.

Sanguinius hadn't recovered from the impact of Horus's chapter, but he forced himself to ignore it.

The archangel sighed and shook its wings, and the soft golden light shone on Dawn, causing his injuries to begin to heal. In fact, even if he didn't, the primarch's self-healing powers would have allowed Dorn's wounds to heal instantly after a few moments.

His behavior is nothing more than a reminder.

Dawn slowly cast his gaze towards the archangel, followed by a silent nod, which was regarded as thanks.

Of course, he was calm on the surface, but the other person might not be there.

Perturabo smiled silently, 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 complacency could be clearly expressed.

"...Are you all right, Perturabo?"

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

"I'm great!" Perturabo said loudly.

Chagatai, who was sitting next to him, shook his head helplessly, without words, but his actions were enough to express his emotions. He shook his head as if he had seen through what was going to happen next, and the pessimism didn't even need to be said.

Sure enough, Perturabo didn't stop there.

"Is there anything better than this? Nothing! Roger Dorn, how do you feel now? How proud you were!"

The Lord of Steel sneered and opened his arms so wide that they almost hit Jaghatai and Fulgrim's shoulders. The two looked at each other, and both 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 high - now? Rogue Dorn? Now?! Ha! I hope you remember today, In this way, every day in the future, as long as you think about this time, you will feel a heartfelt sting!"

"The yelling of the loser is of no consequence," said Donne coldly. "This is not my experience, but just a possibility of failure. He must be different from me. If he is the same as me, then it is absolutely impossible for him to betray and become like this."

"Really? Where does your confidence come from?"

"From everything—the evidence, the words we've heard."

Dawn was clearly furious, but his language skills and logical ability were not affected at all. He was still able to hit the holes in Perturabo's words with precise 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 the person sitting over there Lorgar Aurelion..."

"His skin glows, but there are no scriptures inscribed. This is the proof, Perturabo, you pathetic man with no eyes and no eyesight."

"I look forward to the moment when your chapter arrives, so we can see what you could have been. When that happens, I'll ask you again from the bottom of my heart."

Dawn stared into Perturabo's eyes without moving, Tong Kong even began to shrink slowly: "...Why do you waste your talent?"

Perturabo nodded with a sneer, his lips quivering, as did his neck—obviously furious.

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

Fulgrim thought strangely...they are indeed somewhat alike. Of course, he was just thinking about it, he would not say this, otherwise he would be besieged and questioned by two people.

[Among the Primarchs, Rogue Dorn's achievements were undoubtedly the most prominent before returning to the Empire. Of course I'd like his soul to be torn apart, but I've got to do everything justice. 】

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

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

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