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The first knight spoke, his voice solemn, like a bard in a tavern recounting an epic tale from mythology.
"We are warriors of the Eternal Crusade, sons of Dorne. I am Helbresh, Grand Marshal of the Black Templar, and beside me are the Imperial Champion Bayard and the Hermit Grimados."
When their names were mentioned, the two knights nodded in turn.
Helbrecht's voice was deep as he continued:
"Marshal Licard and Amaritch are in charge of commanding the fleet in orbit. We are here to lend you a hand. There are more than nine hundred Sons of Dorne who will defend your planet."
Kulov stood there, speechless for a moment. Over nine hundred Astartes... Subconsciously, he assumed that the Grand Marshal had brought the entire Black Sanctuary to this battlefield. He knew that he had met with many Astartes commanders before, but only a handful could bring so many warriors here.
"Grand Marshal, a war council will be held tonight, and you and your soldiers will be welcome to attend."
Kulov spoke last.
"We will go."
Helbracete nodded and accepted the invitation.
"I am pleased to hear this answer. Welcome to Armageddon, Grand Marshal. Please make any requests you may have before the meeting, and we will do our best to fulfill them."
It was just a polite remark, but Kulov noticed a hint of hesitation on the Grand Marshal's face, just like the expression that had suddenly appeared when he was bargaining with the nobles of the Nest City.
The other party must want my help with something.
Kulov took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and the Black Templar Commander.
"Grand Marshal, is there something you need our help with?"
Helbracete nodded, then took a deep breath.
"if you can."
The Grand Marshal of the Black Temple spoke.
“I would appreciate it if you could arrange for us two local guides. We would like to find someone in Amighadoun.”
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“Your descendants must have sensed your presence.”
Lynch looked at Dorn in the barbecue and sighed helplessly.
After ending his conversation with the Emperor, Lynch was thrown onto Amighiddon in his spirit form and wandered aimlessly through the wilderness with Dorn, who had a physical body.
Yes, just strolling around.
For some reason, since awakening on Amegiddon, Roger Dorn has been wandering around the wilderness. During this time, apart from speaking to Lynch once, who conjured a small knife for him using his powers, the only thing he said was, "I am Roger Dorn."
This means that the underlying code has been triggered.
Thinking of this, Lin Qi, who was floating in mid-air, sighed helplessly.
To be honest, he was very worried.
However, this worry was not for the Claw of the Stars. Although he could not know the situation there at the moment, after the expedition against the Great Vortex ended, the most threatening orcs and Chaos had been dealt with, leaving only the Dark Eldar as Little Karami.
Under Horus's leadership, unless another Daven incident occurs, Lynch estimates that the entire Maelstrom can peacefully develop and farm for at least a hundred years.
What he was worried about was where he and Dorn were now.
Amigidoton.
A legendary land, witnessing the rise of the powerful warlord Bonecrusher during the Orcish 40K era, and also the story of the Imperial hero, Commissar Arek, nicknamed Old One-Eyed.
The three wars of Amegiddund saw the human empire and the Ork fighting year after year in this fortress world, even extending into the Great Rift in the original timeline.
And now, the Third Armageddon War is not far off.
More importantly, based on some inside information given by the Emperor, Lynch judged that in this war, humanity's enemy was not only the orcs, but also an even more terrifying force that was hunting down the trail of Rogue Dorn.
But right now, Rogue Dorn, the Terran Guardian and the Imperial Stone, who can lead people to fight against the orcs and resist their terrifying power, is cosplaying as a savage who fills his stomach by hunting every day in the wilderness of Amegiddon.
Lin Qi sighed.
Was it because the Emperor poured too much power into the child in Khorne that he made him stupid?
Lin Qi thought helplessly. He didn't really have much of a clue about Roger Dorn's current situation. He could only assume that the other party was too tired and suddenly wanted to rest.
But with the dangerous situation looming ever closer, Roger Dorn has no more time to slack off.
"Rogal Dorn."
"Lin Qi said."
"You should go and do something productive."
Roger Dorn ate the roasted tail in front of him expressionlessly, ignoring Lynch who was speaking in his ear as if he didn't exist.
"You should be doing something productive! You stinking rock!"
Lynch shouted, trying to get Roger Dorn to listen to him, but it turned out to be futile. After all, how could a man who could endure Khorne's nagging for years be changed by a few shouts?
Lynch hovered in the air, watching Roger Dorn continue to eat meat at his leisurely pace, his lips twitching.
His expression turned slightly annoyed. The next moment, he snapped his fingers, and the dagger in Roger Dorn's hand shattered, turning into a swarm of dancing points of light.
Roger Dorn finally managed to freeze for a moment.
A smug smile appeared on Lynch's face. He flew in front of Roger Dorn and snapped his fingers again, causing the dagger to reappear.
"You disobedient boy who wants to eat meat with a knife? You stubborn rock, you're dreaming."
"Don't treat me like a child."
Roger Dorn, expressionless, plunged the dagger in his hand into the ground.
Suddenly, a loud whooshing sound came from outside the cave. Roger Dorn stood up, walked out of the cave, and looked up to see several Thunderhawk gunboats flying overhead.
He sensed a familiar presence emanating from these gunboats.
"Lynch."
"Hmm? Finally, you want to get to work?"
"Help me conceal myself; I need to infiltrate the city."
He spoke softly, picked up a dagger, and cut off his long white hair.
"I really should go see my children."
Chapter 201 Dorn's Plan
"Grand Marshal, we..."
"Alright, that's enough, I understand."
Helbrecht sighed and slowly stood up, his power armor humming as he moved.
Two knights belonging to the Black Sanctuary knelt on the ground, without helmets. Their faces were exposed to the air, their expressions now filled with remorse. Behind them, a mortal girl also knelt, but unlike the solemn two, this mortal girl quietly raised her head slightly, looking at the "Grand Marshal" with curious eyes.
Is this the commander of the Black Templar?
Just as the mortal girl named Vantina was thinking, before her thoughts could shift from one question to the next, a massive black shadow enveloped her with incredible speed. As she looked up, a heroic and majestic face appeared in the center of her vision.
"Are you Fantina?"
Helbrecht looked at the mortal guide assigned to him and spoke in a deep voice.
A hint of fear appeared on the girl's freckled face. She swallowed unconsciously, then nodded.
"Thank you for your help. Please leave now. Someone will take you to collect your reward."
Helbrecht gave the order to leave, and Vantina nodded, stood up, and obediently left the huge room that had been assigned to the knights.
Two kneeling knights followed closely behind, and after they had all left, the Grand Marshal stood still. His eyes were fixed on a fireplace not far away, where the fire was burning fiercely, making the firewood crackle, and outside the tightly closed windows, a howling wind was blowing, like a dying person pounding on the doors of a hospital.
Helbrecht suddenly sighed, his sigh was heavy, as if he were firmly chained to a stone.
Footsteps sounded, not from one person, but from two different people. The Hidden Elder and the Champion emerged from the shadows in the corner of the room and approached Helbrecht. They didn't speak, but their eyes conveyed the message they wanted to send.
Is he really in this world?
Helbrecht spoke, as if addressing the two people beside him, and also as if asking himself.
"The prophecy tells us that he will appear in times of crisis and lead us to victory, just as he did ten thousand years ago when it was still the Legion era."
Bayard spoke. As the Emperor's Champion, he had received the Emperor's great guidance, seen the vision of the first Grand Marshal, and understood his own destiny.
"We will most likely die on this planet, in the battle against the Orks, but if we can fight alongside him before we die, then we will have no regrets."
Helbrecht looked into his brother's eyes and saw the emotions within them. He understood that what his brother said was true: if they could die alongside that person, then without a doubt, it would be the best way for any Son of Dorne to die.
"Grimaldus, what about you? Do you think the same way?"
The silent hermit was finally asked a question. Grimadus raised his head, having removed his helmet to reveal his imposing face.
“What Bayard said is correct, but I only have this one question.”
"Please ask, my brother."
"Grand Marshal... have you sent a message to the expeditionary fleet informing them of the prophecy?"
Helbrecht remained silent for a long while before speaking.
“I have already informed them that the Star Speaker sacrificed his life to send the message out. But Grimadus, we must also understand one thing.”
The Grand Marshal's tone became solemn as he looked at his two most trusted brothers and spoke in a deep voice.
"According to the Codex Astartes, each warband cannot have more than one thousand members."
The room was silent. The three stood there, each lost in their own thoughts, until a knock on the door broke the silence.
"Sir, I am an attendant sent by General Kulov. The general asked me to tell you that the meeting is about to begin."
Helbrecht glanced at his two brothers, then strode forward and opened the door.
"Let's go."
He said this and followed the mortals who came.
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The hot oil sizzled in the frying pan. The prepared meat chunks, mixed with unknown plant roots, were put into the pan to cook. As the secret sauce was poured in, a mysterious aroma burst forth, stimulating the noses and tongues of passersby.
Roger Dorn stood in front of the stall without saying a word, but Lynch, hovering behind him, had already figured out what he was thinking.