Chapter 49 See You Again

A faint mist enveloped the battlefield where the smoke had not yet cleared.

The afterglow of the artificial sunset and the occasional explosion of wires made the mist look like a colorful dream.

"Father...!... Cough cough cough!"

The figure who stumbled out of the pharmacist's workshop was still hanging with several scattered infusion cables.

The haggard and gray face of Captain Felix Cassandra of the 42nd Company of the Seventh Legion emerged from the mist like a ghost.

The Space Marine had just climbed out of the medical cabin with incredible tenacity and perseverance and came to his gene father, holding his twin bolter tightly in his hand.

The captain of the Imperial Fists shook his head, his vision blurred.

The severe tinnitus and headache must have affected his judgment. How could his Primarch, who was as majestic as a mountain and as firm as a rock, become so short... and his armor was not... gorgeous golden armor.

But the natural, mysterious, blood connection created by more extra genetic code chains engraved in each spiral is unmistakable.

At this distance, Dorn could see that Cassandra's pupils sometimes shrank like a needle tip, and sometimes expanded - it was due to the drug suppression. Obviously, the original owner of this body was struggling to wake up.

"You..."

"Cassandra." His primarch looked at him, and the hard lines like the top cliff in the captain's memory were softened by the young and flawless face. The primarch almost sighed and shook his head, without explaining the current situation to his offspring too much.

"You are seriously injured, soldier, you should go back and rest now."

"I can still fight." The unyielding Imperial Fist raised his head, "Please allow me to fight with you. My Lord... I... I... I will defend this fortress... I... Hydra..."

His brows were deeply entangled. The chaotic memories and thoughts were impacting him.

"The battle here is over, you should go back and rest."

"I...I...I remember...Fabius...Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Son of the Emperor! Traitor! Fabius!" The warriors of the Seventh Legion hugged their heads in pain. "We...finally..."

The Primarch of the Imperial Fists watched the last echo of his son's unyielding soul with a compassionate look that no one had ever seen.

"Yes, as a warrior of the Imperial Fists, your duty has long been completed. You have done a good job. You can go and rest, Felix."

"...I couldn't get back to Terra...with you..." Before leaving, the son of Dorn's eyes burst into the last brilliance, "...I am very happy...I can see you...Father in the end..."

"See you again, Felix."

The tall body finally fell slowly at the feet of the Guards, and the Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors lay there lifeless, just like ten thousand years ago.

"I was once awarded the title of Lord Protector in the most noble place of the Empire, with the Phalanx and the golden armor as unshakable high walls..."

Rogal Dorn watched his offspring return to a higher place.

"...Gold is only the ashes of the stars after the moment they illuminated the universe brilliantly for a short time. But I am relieved, my son, you are still here, you are still fighting, in this universe, although hope is slim, it still exists..."

"I hope you are right."

The sigh that was separated by ten thousand years finally fell.

The corner of the corridor was hurriedly sounded.

——

Solar System.

Holy Terra Synchronous Orbit.

All those who were on the Phalanx at this moment - whether they were extraordinary space warriors or mortals who served, heard the mysterious harmony of ancient metal.

The extremely old Phalanx murmured and sang softly, just like when it once carried the Emperor of Mankind and his champions on expeditions in the galaxy.

The sons of Dorn were either in tears or in fanatical joy. They knelt on one knee on the spot, holding weapons in their hands, and murmured prayers to the Primarch and the Emperor.

The psykers eagerly used their powers, trying to find a faint hint from the gaps in the ghost den.

Does this mean a new light of hope?

In the secret room of the monastery at the deepest part of the mountain array.

Thor Galadon stared at his father's hand bones.

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[So who made the main door of the interrogation room so strong and added an extra trigger mechanism? ] Perturabo, who had to stay in the observation room because his helmet was broken by "stupid Ahlin", growled impatiently at the Terminator.

The speed of the herald's dismantling of the door was obviously a little faster under impossible circumstances.

[Three minutes have passed. This useless waste should be made into an iron ring directly using wet parts. ]

[Be calm, calm down, take a deep breath, take a deep breath. Pepe. ] Ramizane quickly took action to calm down the fearless who was about to move his power claws to the back of Ahlin's head - specifically, he used both hands to give the Border Collie's plush head a massage.

[After all, he was the only one removing the door lock... This shows that the Iron Blood has both offensive and defensive capabilities even for a small door lock. The construction quality is so high, which is a good thing, Perturabo! ]

[Here, move one centimeter below the base of your ear and lightly scratch the concave area five times. My LOGOS has a complete set of precision tools built into the right armour. Why don't you remove it? Forget it. If you go, the result will most likely be that the unexpected tools will fly out and hit something unexpected. ]

[Hmm, cough, cough, cough. I think Aharin will be able to open it soon. Has the iron ring responsible for delivering your helmet arrived at the door? 】

[…Isn’t this what I want to ask you? My visual interaction equipment and precise signal converters are all integrated into a special helmet. Without the helmet, I cannot receive and give such complex instructions. There is no way to install interfaces and biological relay plugs on my head. 】

The dog stared at his silly and wandering body very suspiciously, "You haven't given any instructions to my work assistant until now, have you?" 】

[Of course not, ahem, of course I sent it! But that means it might take a while...but...it seems like, huh? Any interference? 】

[Communication interference occurred on the Iron Blood today? Absolutely not. ] Perturabo frowned visibly in black and white, [There is something wrong with this matter. 】

"Aharin."

The Terminator, who was concentrating on removing the last key link bolt in one go, almost knocked it crooked with a hammer.

"Yes, my lord?"

"When was the last time you issued an order to someone else? Aharin, has anyone tried to contact you since then?"

The herald's already very pale face suddenly became so pale that it would put the Raven Guard hanging there to shame.

Gua.

There's another update at six o'clock, I should be able to finish it.

(；Д｀)

It’s too small, I didn’t take care of N and I was knocked down by N (I was infected with influenza A by a relative) The onset of disease is super fast ()

But it has just been released and everyone supports me so much. I can’t let down everyone’s support, so I will keep two updates today!

(Lying dead (Lying dead))