"All right, let me put myself in your shoes. I'm Perturabo now, and I'm in a room with Rogal Dorn... Hmm... I think it's quite nice. Getting along and communicating feels very comfortable. So, it's still your problem."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Violent pounding came from inside the room. Corax and Jaghatai both immediately sensed trouble, assuming that Rogal Dorn and Perturabo, those two bitter rivals, had started fighting again.
When they rushed in, they found Rogal Dorn calm-faced and ramrod straight. Perturabo, meanwhile, had his back to Rogal Dorn and was smashing his head against the wall.
Mortarion sat in a corner, watching their argument with melancholy eyes and showing no intention of intervening.
"All right, all right, Perturabo, don't be angry." Jaghatai walked over and patted Perturabo's back to calm him down.
After spending several years together in the Big Canteen, he had gradually figured out Perturabo's temperament. He could still manage to cheer him up.
Corax looked toward Rogal Dorn and asked what trouble they had run into.
Rogal Dorn pressed a button on the table, and a holographic map immediately appeared. Pointing at a location, he said, "Our advance is going well. Nearly the entire front is pushing forward in victory. Although there are countless wounded, with the Life Vaccine supporting us, the exchange ratio against the Degraded Ones, Orks, and Tyranids remains acceptable."
"Then there is the matter of the next war zone. As long as we break through here, we can rendezvous with the Necrontyr and launch a final assault on the last stronghold."
"There is only one problem now: the position before us is highly unusual. According to the reconnaissance teams' reports, Tzeentch seems to have thrown material from other timelines into this place. Beyond that dreamlike radiance lies an even more brutal scene