Dorn Toughened Up

Insults.

Such things did not exist in Dorn's dictionary. He could get angry or hesitate over certain matters, but he would never let emotion overpower reason and make him spit meaningless words of venting.

But this time, Dorn did not want to say anything except curse.

The uglier Dorn's expression became, the more radiant Perturabo's smile grew. It was the first time Jaghatai and Fulgrim had seen Perturabo laughing so wholeheartedly.

"Let's sort this out from the beginning, since you insisted on it." Oedmeir held a tablet in her hand and swiped twice to pull up what she wanted.

"Will you read it yourself, or shall I explain it?"

"Let me read it." Perturabo eagerly snatched the tablet away and solemnly cleared his throat.

"Pfft..." Seeing the report on the tablet, Perturabo still could not hold back his laughter. Only after Oedmeir shot him a vicious glare did he compose himself.

"Twenty T'au trade ships destroyed, two Gas Giant particle construction arrays severely damaged, tactical drop assault carried out in the human-T'au trade exchange district of the Big Canteen. Civilian casualties rose to seven thousand within one minute..."

"I... I'm sorry." Dorn lowered his head dejectedly. "My sons were not like this in the past."

"Whatever. I only spared them because they kept shouting the God-Emperor's name. Otherwise, I'd have chopped them into pieces and used them to fertilize the fields!" Oedmeir complained. "Every one of your sons has a skull harder than stone. I even pulled out this damned Aquila, and its shiny golden glow still couldn't make them stop."

"What did they call me again?" Oedmeir turned to Delia. Before Delia could speak, she smacked her forehead. "They called me a filthy lackey of the Chaos Gods, a witch who toys with illusory sorcery..."

Dorn silently accepted Oedmeir's