Chapter 657: Dorne Is Hard

Insults.

This kind of thing would not appear in Dorn's dictionary. He would be angry and hesitant about certain things, but he would never let his emotions control his reason and let his mouth spit out meaningless words for venting.

But this time, Dorn didn't want to say anything except cursing.

The uglier Dorn's face was, the brighter Perturabo's face was. It was the first time that Chagatai and Fulgrim saw Perturabo's heartless look.

"Let's go through it from the beginning. After all, this is what you insisted on asking for." Odemayer held a tablet in his hand and swiped it twice to get what he wanted.

"Do you want to read it yourself, or do you want me to tell you?"

"Let me read it." Perturabo couldn't wait to take the tablet away and cleared his throat solemnly.

"Puchi." Looking at the message on the tablet, Perturabo still couldn't help laughing, until Odemayer stared at him fiercely, Perturabo regained his calm appearance.

"Twenty Tau trade ships were destroyed, two gaseous star particle construction arrays were severely damaged, and the large dining hall and the Tau trade exchange area were tactically airborne. The number of casualties among residents soared to seven thousand after one minute."

"I. I'm sorry." Dorn lowered his head and said frustratedly, "My descendants were not like this before."

"Whatever, I kept them alive because they kept shouting the name of the God-Emperor, otherwise I would have chopped them into fertile fields!" Odmayer complained, "Your descendants' heads are so stiff that I took out this damn double-headed eagle, and his golden light didn't stop them."

"What did they call me?" Odmayer looked back at Dilia, and before Dilia could speak, she patted her head and said, "They called me a dirty lackey of the evil god and a witch who played illusory sorcery."

Dorn accepted Odmayer's complaints silently, and then he followed Odmayer to see his descendants in prison.

As soon as the explosion-proof door showed a crack, the ugly dirty words rushed out from the door.

"Damn witch! Dirty alien! You must wash your crimes with blood!"

"You can make the warriors of the great emperor immobile, but you will never conquer our hearts! Father Dorne's blood is flowing in our bodies!"

Odemeier spread his hands helplessly, and Dorne's face was slightly red.

"Marshal, I can feel that those heretics are getting closer and closer to us." A champion swordsman said softly. He was suspended in a prison without gravity, his armor was locked, and there was no place to move except his head.

Marshal Helbrecht opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of vigorous fighting spirit.

Looking around, the Black Templar warriors of the entire expedition fleet were trapped in this weightless prison.

Shame. What a shame.

Helbrecht clenched his teeth, and he was being tortured by the fire of shame of incompetence.

In the face of failure, some people will find excuses to excuse themselves, such as the enemy is too strong and their own strength is too weak.

But the loyal Black Templar will never allow such cowardly behavior. They are born to be the sharp blade of the God-Emperor, implementing the will of the God-Emperor to clear the darkness in the universe.

In this process, there is no room for weakness, mercy, doubt, or regret.

The belief in worshiping the God-Emperor is absolute, and only death in battle is the reward they deserve.

The anti-gravity field and the lock of the armor were suddenly released, and Helbrecht and his brothers fell to the ground. They quickly adjusted their bodies and landed on their feet, then raised their fists and prepared for battle.

"Dirty witchcraft!" A Black Templar warrior roared angrily.

The closed door opened, and Odemayer's figure appeared first. She attracted the most hatred from the Black Templar.

The warriors rushed to Odemayer, vowing to tear open her dirty body in the name of the God-Emperor and throw her into the flames for eternity.

As the door opened wider and wider, four tall figures stood beside Odemayer, looking at the Black Templar warriors rushing over with complicated expressions.

"For the sake of the damned emperor, can you stop and listen to what people say?" Odemayer took out the holy image that Lin Fan gave him, which only aroused Helbrecht's more vigorous hatred.

"That damned witch is using a disgusting evil thing to simulate the gift of the great God Emperor! How real is this illusion! But we are the embodiment of the God Emperor's anger! It is his ruthless butcher knife! Kill the witch! Burn the evil thing!"

"Slaughter the heretics!" The Black Templar warriors roared in unison.

The atmosphere in the field was divided into two parts, one side was the hatred and anger released by Helbrecht, and the other side was cold and oppressive.

Dorn's anger was rising, he tried his best to control his emotions, and built up a mental barrier as much as possible to prevent the uncontrolled flames from erupting from his body.

But the body is honest after all, and the heart pumps high-temperature blood to the top of the head. His legs were shaking, and the body in the armor was sweating with the smell of sulfur.

Dorn gritted his teeth and said, trying to suppress the desire to strangle Sigismund.

"Stop everything."

His voice was not obvious in the roar, but all the Black Templar warriors shuddered.

It was strange, too strange. This obedience and fear from genes made the Black Templar warriors feel confused.

"Being able to see this makes everything worth it." Perturabo took out a small steel stool, sat on it, and started the video equipment on his body.

Dorn's heavy steps were the only thing left in the prison. Every time he took a step closer, several Black Templars trembled and instinctively knelt down to their genetic father.

Marshal Helbrecht of the Black Templars looked at Dorn blankly. He was the only one who did not kneel to Dorn.

"Father? Is that you?"

All the anger dissipated when Helbrecht said "Father", and Donne looked at Helbrecht helplessly, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.

Donne is not a heartless person, he is just not good at expressing himself.

"Father? It's really you! Our great genetic father!" Helbrecht shouted excitedly. His loud and excited voice made Dorn frown slightly, and his anger was once again aroused.

"Great! This is the best gift from the God Emperor! I am ready, Father! Please lead us to kill all the heretics! Mutants! Aliens! Let their blood spill on the earth! From now on This disgusting planet begins!"

Looking at Helbrecht, Dorn put a hand on his shaking shoulder, then knocked him unconscious with one punch and woke him up with the next.