Iron Warriors: A Loyal Transformation, We Are In The Sacred

Terra needed concrete poured!

Dorn was deeply anxious about the Phalanx.

That asteroid-like fortress could dock more than a dozen Imperial Cruisers on its foredeck alone.

It was not only the home base of the Imperial Fists.

It was also the greatest space fortress known to have been built by mankind, the golden Sentinel in Terra's high orbit.

The Phalanx was so powerful that it could rival a small Eldar Craftworld, and it could also move on its own and traverse the Warp.

More importantly, it was a relic of the Dark Age, and mankind no longer had the ability to build another.

If the Phalanx were damaged, the Imperium would lose its strongest spaceborne force, and could no longer guarantee the security of the Solar System's airspace.

"I hope nothing's happened to it..." Dorn took a deep breath.

He knew that if the Phalanx suffered any major problem, those Tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus would not have the ability to repair it.

Under the tense gaze of the Master of the Phalanx, the short veteran happily pointed at the Data-slate.

"Heh heh, found it. News from more than ten years ago. I've got a good memory. I rarely forget things."

Dorn stared at the Data-slate and browsed the news images on it.

Once he saw clearly what was on it, his vision instantly went dark.

"They... they dismantled it?!"

He looked at the half-stripped Phalanx in the news image, his voice trembling nonstop, nearly fainting on the spot.

"Yeah. Doesn't the news say so? The Phalanx was too old and too hard to repair, so after the Departmento Munitorum discussed it, they joined with the Adeptus Mechanicus to dismantle it and study its forging technology."

The short veteran leaned his head over and pointed at the Low Gothic text