Chapter 745 Where Did 189 Come From?

Chapter 745 189. Where did you come from?

"etc,"

In the quiet shadows of the Phalanx, only Pluto's left pupil was flashing with a shrill red light.

"I don't understand - wait, what does it mean 'after the Emperor has raised you for more than a month'?"

Hades was greatly shocked. He had just passed through Neos and Rogal Dorn from another destiny. He knew that this Dorn probably came from another story line.

What could it be? The first thing that came to Hades' mind was the original storyline, but of course it could also be other apocryphal storylines, such as Robert's Rebellion/Guilliman's Rebellion, the Dorne Rebellion... or even some more heretical storylines, such as gender change. Wire.

But his ears really heard what Rogge just said.

What does it mean to be "raised by the Emperor on Terra for more than a month"?

? ? ?

At least in Hades' knowledge, there is no apocryphal line he is familiar with that is the beginning. At least the creators have reached some agreement on throwing away the original body.

"interesting."

Neos was thoughtful, and Hades saw the stars of wisdom shining in Neos' pupils.

"Is this the opportunity He chose to change?"

The emperor said calmly, as if he already knew everything. Hades stared at the emperor. After a moment, Hades realized something.

"You mean - the Lord of Changes?!"

The emperor nodded,

"Exactly, I think I asked our two Necron allies to explain this to you."

Hades instantly began to brainstorm, recalling the explanation Trazyn gave him when Slaanesh fell.

In short, using Slaanesh, a god with a clear appearance and death time, as the anchor point, different timelines are created with the help of the time and space fluctuations at the moment of the god's resurrection/fall.

Just like Schrödinger's cat, people can only see the box, but no one knows whether the cat will live or die until the outcome is observed.

Connecting the fall of Slaanesh to the resurrection of Slaanesh, and then starting with the resurrection of Slaanesh, a coin is thrown, and no one knows whether it will land heads or tails until the coin hits the ground.

The Emperor and Tzeentch are the two sides of this coin.

In other words, the current fate of the galaxy is divided between the Lord of Humanity and the Lord of Change, and they are walking together until the final outcome collapses into a certain point.

"..."

Hades took a deep breath.

"Does that mean that Dorn comes from that timeline - that timeline where Tzeentch was victorious?"

The emperor nodded, then shook his head with a smile,

"Yes and no."

It was this damn answer again. Hades raised his eyebrows. This time there was no need for him to say "explain". Neos spoke automatically.

"That timeline is indeed dominated by Tzeentch - but who stipulates that he will succeed in that timeline? Just like this timeline now,"

Neos spread his hands,

"Am I victorious in this timeline?"

What he said seemed to make sense, but Hades decided not to take what Neos said as truth.

"I understand...that is, at some point, we will meet an 'old friend' from another destiny line."

"At the moment I agreed with Tzeentch - when the Octagon of Chaos returns to 9, then we can open the box and see the surprise."

"I hope it's not a shock."

Hades said silently that he fully understood, and Trazin also explained it the same way at the time.

"This is the only way to bring down Tzeentch."

Nios added to prove that he was not incompetent. This move was very risky, but it was really the only way.

The only way to force Tzeentch to go all out is to maximize your bets and then welcome him to the table.

"So,"

Hades spoke again,

"I have another question, why...Dorn is in our world now?"

"That's what confuses me too."

Neos looked sideways, looking at the smooth command podium of the Phalanx as if looking at his favorite child.

"Through Donne's description,"

Nios began to pace slowly,

"I think... maybe at some important point in his life, he and my Dorne made exactly the same choice at the same time."

"Then, at the anchor point called Dorne, the uncertainty disappeared and the world collapsed and they returned to the same plane."

"Keep talking, Donne."

Nios said softly, with an irrepressible smile on his lips,

"Now that you're here, I trust you've made the right decision - you're loyal, aren't you?"

"Rogal Dorn is ever loyal."

Dorn of the Phalanx answered like this.

………………………………

[I fell into the trap of the Lord of Blood. 】

Dorn said hoarsely, and he blinked, deliberately keeping a certain distance from Robert Guilliman, Mortarion, and Vulkan.

This move seemed to sadden Guilliman and Vulkan, but Mortarion was happy to see Dorn do it.

[My memory has been blurred. During the years when I led the Imperial Fist to regain the dark side of the Empire, I led the Legion to fight against planets that believed in Khorne for a long time. 】

【To my surprise,】

Donn's eyes never blinked, and the original scene seemed to be vivid in his mind.

[I discovered Imperial warriors and Space Marines who had become followers of Khorne, and among them I discovered Space Marines similar to the Imperial Fists. 】

[I think you were angry at the time. 】

Mortarion, standing aside with his arms folded, said coolly,

Dorn nodded,

[I was indeed very angry. This was a sign of extreme dereliction of duty and blasphemy. I led the soldiers to eliminate them and kept the prisoners for torture. 】

[What shocks me even more is that they are the Imperial Fists - but they are not really my descendants. I can feel the connection with them, but this feeling is different from the normal blood connection. 】

Donne paused, as if searching for a suitable adjective. His brothers just looked at him quietly, waiting quietly.

[It’s like a mirror image. 】

Finally, Dorn described it this way.

[I tried to dig deeper into the connection, but due to the conflict between the legion and the psyker forces such as the Astrology Chamber, the legion’s internal think tank alone could not interpret this phenomenon, so I had to shelve this idea - at that time The dark side of the empire is still in chaos, and there are too many planets that need to be rescued. I can't delay this matter for too long. 】

[I guess you probably thought it was a conspiracy by Alpha, or the work of some fallen pharmacist. 】

Dorn was silent again. He looked at Mortarion and blinked.

[I have indeed considered this possibility - Mortarion... you are more rational than the man I know. 】

The Pale Lord suddenly gasped, like a guy about to die from consumption.

【What's the meaning? 】

Mortarion asked,

[What is "the person you know"... There is another me, right? 】

Mortarion felt his heart become cold and heavy. Of course he knew part of the Emperor's "gamble plan". If what the Emperor said was true, then there would be another completely different fate line——

And above that, there will naturally be another completely different Mortarion.

Mortarion's thinking couldn't help but diverge a step further. Will Hades exist on that fate line?

The answer is probably no. If Chaos wants to win, Pluto, who has caused heavy damage to the warp, will definitely not appear.

【Please wait a moment, everyone,】

Guilliman spoke suddenly, and the look Dorne directed at him made the Lord of the Empire uncomfortable.

[I need an explanation. 】

Guilliman Robert spoke truthfully.

………………

[Then things got even weirder. 】

[The Imperial Fists I led encountered another powerful greenskin army. This greenskin appeared without any warning, as if it appeared out of thin air. 】

[I realized that the legion I led was not enough to destroy this green skin, so I led the army to resist the green skin attack while sending a signal for help to the empire. 】

The Imperial Fists' call for help was not successfully received by the Empire due to the instability of the warp in the dark side of the Empire and their lack of uniform astropaths.

Mortarion looked sideways and heard Guilliman curse the Astragalus in a low voice.

[I kept fighting until Vulkan and Angron arrived. 】

Vulkan smiled awkwardly because of this. Before they arrived, Dorn had persisted for at least several decades.

However, Dorn rarely paused for a moment, and Panshi frowned in a rare way, seeming to be considering his next words.

[I don’t usually use my own feelings when seriously injured and exhausted as credible evidence, but during the time I led the Imperial Fists and the Greenskins in battle on the Phalanx, I often felt that I was not On the Phalanx, which I am familiar with. 】

[This feeling is hard to describe,]

Donne pondered, and then chose the adjective he just used,

[It’s like a mirror image. 】

He often felt that someone was fighting beside him, but in fact there was no living thing beside him except the corpses of his children and greenskins.

Donn looked at his brothers, thinking that his brothers would at least contradict him with his inaccurate feelings as evidence, but they didn't, so Donn continued.

[Then the imperial reinforcements arrived, and then I fell into a deep sleep. 】

[But you didn’t really fall asleep. 】

Mortarion suddenly interjected,

[You should be "dead", but I refused your death, so you are in some undefinable state - in fact, I don't know where you went. 】

Generally speaking, when the body is at least 33% intact, refusing to die will directly awaken the individual, but Dorn did not wake up.

This also made Mortarion confused and puzzled at the time. In the end, he could only attribute the reason to the lack of "new life".

[I fell into the illusion of Khorne. 】

Donne said word by word,

[No, I saw another me. 】

he said, his eyes unblinking and clearly beginning to be confused.

…………………………

When the first Fallen, Mortarion, appeared, Dorn and his Imperial Fists were sent to the Far North Obscurus to drive out an army of greenskins that had suddenly emerged from the Warp.

Due to the exclusion, the Imperial Fists' supplies had been in a state of instability for a long time. At that time, the Imperial Fists had just ended a conquest war with a suspected planet of Khorne. The legion suffered a large number of losses, but was not allowed to rest.

This decision may not have been made by the Emperor himself, but by the Ministry of War, and Dorn could have directly contradicted the request. In his Primarch status, the Legion would at least get a short rest.

However, after Dorn's analysis, he believed that his Legion was up to the task, and the Imperial Fists set out again.

In fact, if the Empire's Star Torch had not been extinguished, then the Imperial Fists could indeed successfully complete the operation to clear out the greenskins. But at the moment when the Imperial Fists were fighting fiercely with the greenskins -

The star torch went out.

Violent subspace fluctuations directly reversed the situation of the battle, and the Khorne demon army pouring out of the Phalanx also joined the battle.

Dorn made a prompt decision and immediately sent a signal for help to Terra, and then led his descendants to fight the enemy on the Phalanx.

It is worth mentioning that Rogal Dorn is not a cruel person, he is just too silent. Even if he is taciturn, Rogal has always encouraged his descendants. He leads by example. This is the strongest and most indestructible stone wall. Always stay at the forefront.

This battle with a huge disparity in strength would have ended immediately, but with the hard support of Dorne himself and his descendants, the war miraculously continued for dozens or even hundreds of years until—

Rogal Dorn's supposed allies boarded the Phalanx.

Vulkan, the benevolent and foolish green dragon, and Angron, the lord of playful lust.

【etc? ! 】

【etc? ! ! ! 】

Vulkan suddenly roared, and the shout almost broke through the ceiling of the Phalanx. The original body waved his arms in a comical and fearful manner, and his eyes widened.

【What did you say? ! Dorne? ! What did you just say? ! ! ! 】

The reactions of the other two primarchs were similar to Vulkan's. Guilliman almost lost his composure. He covered his mouth tightly, as if trying to stifle the scream in his throat. Big beads of sweat fell from his throat. Slide down the forehead.

Mortarion was breathing gurglingly. Except for his deathly breathing, the Pale Lord froze, like some insect's stress reaction.

【I'm confused too. 】

Donne said slowly,

[I remember you saved me, Vulkan—of course, I mean you standing in front of me now. 】

…………

"In another line of fate, Vulkan and Angron are confirmed to have fallen."

The cold brilliance of the star slowly crossed the floor from in front of the command porthole, the Emperor said calmly, golden circles flashing in his eyes.

"Vulkan voted for Nurgle, and Angron...Slaanesh?"

Behind him, Hades was analyzing. Pluto looked grim, but he was still facing reality.

"He's actually quite suitable for the Lord of Lust."

The emperor said calmly, it should be said that Angron's original idea was to have the possibility of falling.

"It's just that I don't know why Khorne reached out to him in the end."

"Then this means Mortarion is spared."

There was a hint of death in Hades' tone. Analysis was one thing, but acceptance was another. Although he was mentally prepared for Tzeentch to win, it still made people feel heavy after hearing it.

………………

[I fought against them - I knew very well that I could not fail, otherwise I might become like them. 】

Dorn said, and Guilliman noticed that his fists clenched and blood seeped from the seams of Dorn's fists.

In fact, the two of them could have defeated Dorne, who was dying at the time, but the Rock showed amazing willpower at the last moment. Amidst the successive sacrifices of the Imperial Fists, Dorne barely managed to fight the two primarchs.

until--

[Seeing that it is impossible to attack the Phalanx in a short time,]

Dorn said calmly, he looked at Mortarion, the light reflected in his eyes was what Mortarion was afraid of.

[Then the Benevolent Fool and the Playful One called another person, and the moment I saw him - I realized that Vulcan and Angron were just his victims, and so was I. 】

Dorn looked at Mortarion, his eyes unblinking.

[The leader of the heretics, Mortarion. 】

Before the behemoth named Mortarion collapsed, Hades's crazy shouts came from the corridor,

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!!!!"

Bang!

Hades slammed the door open. His eyes widened and he saw Mortarion, who was frozen, slowly turning his head towards him in disbelief.

[I am the first fallen person. 】

In the silence, Hades swallowed.

"So are you feeling okay now, Lao Mo?"

He looked at Mortarion, with thoughts swirling in his mind. Although Mortarion was now tough enough and able to look away, this matter was indeed not something that any original body could accept calmly.

Mortarion looked at Hades blankly. Hades thought that Mortarion wanted to say something like "It's okay" and "It doesn't matter."

But such futile words stuck in Mortarion's throat, but ultimately failed to reach the truth.

In the end, the reality Mortarion arrived at was,

[Let me sleep for a while, Hades. 】

As he expected, the black domain immediately surged up and covered it.

…

Guilliman looked at Mortarion who was already silent. He swallowed hard and looked at Hades.

【I can also——】

"You are not good, my child."

Neos's calm voice came, and Hades turned around and saw the lord of mankind walking in, wearing plain robes.

"You are the king of a nation - you have no choice but to face, Robert Guilliman."

Other lights flashed in Neos's eyes,

"Or you can listen to your otherworldly identity, my son - Guilliman the Kingslayer."

Hades, who was dragging Mortarion, felt that Guilliman was about to fall.