Cat-lliman, Don't Come Over Here!

Chapter 410: Cat-lliman, Don't You Come Over Here!

Dreams are illusory and ethereal, but in the Warp, that miraculous place, illusory dreams appear all the more real.

Much like someone suddenly gaining superpowers and fantasizing about their ability to destroy the world, ordinary people simply cannot withstand such transcendent temptation, but clearly, Rogal Dorn is no ordinary man.

As the Shield of the Imperium, the conversation-ender, and a giant lemon-man capable of ignoring others' thoughts to focus entirely on a single task, Rogal Dorn has long been suspected by Hogg of having German ancestry. He once even joked that Dorn might have participated in World War II in a past life, perhaps even having eaten 500,000-mark rye bread!

Ever since confirming that his last dream journey was not a fantasy but a genuine occurrence, Dorn had left the front lines, handing full command of the Greenskin legions over to Malphite, while he and his sons began researching this new ability.

Even without the specialized research facilities of the Blacklight, the massive Phalanx was not far behind.

After ten thousand years of warfare, these Sons of Dorn had inevitably picked up Greenskin habits, and because they lived and ate alongside the Evil Orcs, a unique red-skinned Waaagh energy field had become an indispensable part of their lives.

Come to think of it, fighting the Greenskins for ten thousand years in a hellhole like the Warp without logistical support, they would never have lasted this long without such a cheat code; otherwise, food and supplies would have been a major issue.

Watching his sons transform one after another into lemon-colored Chief Mekboys, Dorn didn't know if this status quo was good or bad, but since things had reached this point, he had no other choice but to hope that his father would