Chapter 917: So Shocking

"You know, Dorn ruined everything." Fulgrim complained to Jaghatai at the Bjetan Ark Port, "We shouldn't have let him speak. His bad character only makes the announcement of the return of the Primarch a little ridiculous."

"It's okay, Fulgrim. They are now stunned by the news. Their brains are not working. How can they think about these things?" Chaghatai comforted Fulgrim.

Then Dorn's words continued to be broadcast through the wide-area sound array device, "As the seventh son of the Emperor, I prove to you with my integrity and the palace on Terra. I have returned to the Empire, and Perturabo, who once rebelled against the Empire, has also returned to the Empire. In addition, the conflict between Rogal Dorn, that is, me, and Perturabo has been effectively mediated, and I hope that the descendants with my blood flowing in their bodies can also let go of the hatred of the past. I also know that this is an excessive request, but I am waiting for you in Cadia like Perturabo. If you have any questions, please make a list first, and I will answer them one by one."

After the voice ended, Fulgrim looked at Chagatai, and then smiled and said, "Why don't you make a statement too? The Eagle of Chogoris has also returned to the Empire, and is ready to kick Abaddon's ass?"

Chagatai curled his lips. He didn't want to do such a ostentatious thing, and his mission was to command the fleet to launch a surprise attack on the Chaos Fleet. Making such a statement really did not meet the needs of the war.

Chagatai boarded the ship, and the mixed fleet of the Great Canteen quickly separated from the Bietan Ark and headed towards the center of the melee.

Fugen looked back at Lin Fan, who was boarding the Void Phoenix fighter with Irafren. As the most powerful person in the expeditionary force, Lin Fan needed to solve the most difficult things on the battlefield.

For example, the planet killer battleship, the Blackstone Fortress, and the weapon that can only be taken by piling up corpses, such as the Head of the Goblin.

Fugen's task was to stay in the Bietan Ark and deal with the Emperor's Children and other Slaanesh war gangs that were about to attack the Ark. Fugen, who had ascended to the demon, knew too well the Emperor's Children's desire for the juicy souls of the Eldar. They would never miss the opportunity to attack the Eldar Ark, not to mention that the Bietan Ark looked scarred and fragile from the outside.

Ivrenne, the leader of the Death Army, also stayed in the Ark, preparing to face the wind of war with her people.

Chagatai's analysis of the battlefield was quite correct. The leadership of both the Empire and Chaos were shocked by Perturabo and Dorn's statements for a long time. This situation became more serious as the leadership level increased.

"Did I hear wrongly? Primarchs? Rogal Dorn and Perturabo?" Warmaster Rees, who was in the Imperial Command Fortress, frowned and asked. There were many ancient myths in his glorious family, so he had some understanding of the value of the Primarchs. The officers and communicators who were swept by his eyes exuded clear confusion in their eyes.

"My lord, what does that mean?" An officer asked the question that others wanted to ask. Tactical Rees was silent for a long time and then spoke slowly.

"We regard Space Marines as legends, and Space Marines regard Primarchs as myths."

On the Vengeful Spirit, Abaddon sat on the throne and was stunned for a long time.

Rogal Dorn?

If he just suddenly appeared and shouted to fight for the Empire, Abaddon could still understand it. After all, Dorn was just missing, not dead, and it was understandable that he suddenly came out to help when he saw the Empire in such a disaster. Vulkan did the same thing back then, and Magnus and Lorgar also sent a message to Abaddon, saying that they would contribute to the 13th Black Crusade.

Is this a balance? It seems to be always like this. Whenever Abaddon feels that the battle is over and the Empire has no more moves, they can always turn the tables in despair and fight Abaddon to a draw.

Just like the 12th Black Crusade, the Imperial fleet was driven into the abyss of despair by the Black Fortress, but an Imperial warship turned the tables by hitting the cannon charging point of the Blackstone Fortress.

God knows how this huge warship can hide its traces in the advanced magical detectors of the Chaos Fleet and the Blackstone Fortress.

But this Perturabo.

Abaddon knocked his hand on the armrest, and he was puzzled.

How could Perturabo stand on the side of the Empire? You know, he was the most enthusiastic when attacking the Terra Palace, and the entire Terra battlefield became a place where Perturabo and Dorn competed.

Did Perturabo reveal his tendency to side with the Empire before? It seems that he didn't?

Abaddon scratched his head, and then he carefully recalled the two statements, and then remembered that there were two coordinates in the statement.

Glancing at the map, Abaddon's troubles disappeared in an instant. He sat on the throne and smiled gently, showing his disdain and contempt for the Empire.

"Warmaster?" Telemas on the side couldn't help asking. He couldn't understand why Abaddon suddenly felt relaxed. His mind was still messy because of the two statements.

Abaddon looked at Telemas and said in a teaching tone, "Perturabo and Dorn. Haha! It's ridiculous! The cunning and cowardly Imperials tried to use this method to disrupt the morale of the army and let the Iron Warriors leave our team, but have they ever thought about such a problem?"

"What problem?"

"That is, the conflict between Perturabo and Dorne is irreconcilable! Anyone who stands between them will be ruthlessly crushed. Even the emperor who walks on earth cannot stop the two of them from fighting openly and secretly. This Although the message said that Perturabo and Dorn had settled their differences, it placed the coordinates at two locations not far apart. The distance was so close that you could see each other's attractive face just by standing on tiptoes and looking up. Angry face."

After that, Abaddon asked Telemas, "Would you forgive an enemy you have hated for thousands of years?"

"Even if he dies, it's impossible."

"If you forgive, will you let this person hang out in front of your eyes?"

Telemas was silent for a while, and then replied, "No. Thousands of years of hatred cannot be easily forgotten. I will definitely rush over and slap his face to an extent that I don't recognize."

"That's right. Thousands of years of hatred cannot be forgotten so easily." Abaddon leaned comfortably on the throne, the playful look in his eyes gradually being replaced by coldness, and a strong murderous aura was released from his body, "Ka Those idiot old generals in Dia and those stodgy idiots in the Space Marines would never have come up with this solution. It must have been done by some inquisitor who read history from the nooks and crannies. He must have read the ancient pages from those distorted and missing pages. I got a lot of inspiration from the history books. And the damn Mechanic Priest Telemas who helped him create the two voices! Send me an order to immediately send World Seizer Haken to those two coordinates and tell him to put the damn ones there. Dig out all the Inquisitors and Mechanicus and torture them in the most painful way!"

"Yes, Warmaster." A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Telemas's face.