I Am Rogal Dorn

Do you want to play cards?

Bored in the Throne Room, Mortarion suddenly made a suggestion.

"Just admit you're cheating," Perturabo said.

"Haha, Perturabo is right, Mortarion, your Numerology is simply unreasonable."

"Like Angron, I don't want my face covered in notes," Fulgrim said.

"My mother will never allow me to play cards."

"This is pointless. Are we just going to wait here like this?" Mortarion asked.

"Don't rush, brothers. Didn't Dorn just go out? There are still some things he hasn't said about him and his Legion."

What exactly happened at Imperial Fists?

Even when recounting the Horus Heresy, Curze never explicitly mentioned letting any Primarch go out for some fresh air.

"Here's what happened: when recounting the entire Horus Heresy, I only covered the key points; I didn't go into the detailed accounts."

"Just by focusing on these key points, Dorn's situation is painful enough."

"You haven't considered things from Dorn's perspective, so you can't imagine the immense pressure he faced as the Commander of Terra's Defense."

"Roboute, you tell me, is fighting an army easier or logistics?"

Roboute was momentarily stunned by the Night Haunter's question, but he still gave an answer.

"If there's a well-planned and systematic logistical deployment, then logistics won't be difficult. But judging from the situation after Horus Heresy, the workload will be astronomical."

"Night Haunter, I want to know everything that's going to happen next regarding the Imperial Fists."

"It's only been five minutes, Dorn, you should get some more air," said the Night Haunter.

"That's enough for me, even a bit too leisurely."

"Alright, then I'll tell you the details of the Imperial Fists's ordeal. After the Horus Heresy ended, Roboute and Lion El'Jonson returned to Terra. Of course, by the time they got back, the porridge was completely cold."

Not only did the porridge get cold, but the pots and stove were also smashed.

"After the duel between father and son ended, Dorn carried the dying Emperor, along with the corpse of Sanguinius and the head of Ferrus Manus, back to Terra."

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Although Dorn had rested outside for five minutes, he was still a little slow to process the news.

What does it mean to carry a dying Emperor on your back, with the corpse of an angel on your back, and holding the head of Ferrus Manus in your hand?

"Night Haunter, you can tell stories of that world's fate, but you can't tell horror stories, can you?"

"Fulgrim, everything I've said matches what I said before, doesn't it?"

Ferrus Manus was beheaded.

Sanguinius died at the hands of Horus.

The Emperor was seriously injured.

Now Dorn has brought them back.

Thinking of all these incidents, everyone present looked at Dorn.

The look in their eyes no longer conveyed dislike, indifference, or apathy towards Dorn.

There was no pity or sorrow, only admiration.

"Oh, right, there was a crying Valdor following behind him."

"After bringing the dying Emperor back to Terra, they placed him on the Golden Throne. The Golden Throne's inherent Stasis Field then kept the Emperor in a state of near-death."

"And so, the half-dead Emperor of Mankind became part of the Astronomican from that moment on, and from that moment on, the daily sacrifice of 1,000 Psyker became inevitable."

"Of course, these 1,000 Psyker are mainly used as fuses for the Astronomican system. After all, the Emperor himself has extremely powerful Psychic Power, and the Golden Throne, together with the entire Astronomican system, is a Psychic Power amplifier."

"Therefore, the sacrifices of these Psyker became necessary sacrifices for the stable operation of the Imperium, and after the Emperor's return, Malcador gave the Emperor his last remaining Psychic Power, and then he turned into ashes."

"Do you know how Rogal Dorn handled that situation?"

No one spoke; they waited for the Night Haunter to continue.

"Dorn only said one sentence at the time."

"I am Roger Dorn, and I will never fall."

This statement gave the Primarch and Chancellor Malcador, who were present, a deeper understanding of Dorn's own unwavering resolve.

"You're a man." Mortarion patted Dorn on the shoulder.

Perturabo said nothing; he simply walked up to Dorn and punched him in the chest.

"Although I still hate you, you stinky rock, I've seen your loyalty."

Dorn said nothing, he simply nodded.

"This is the Stone of the Imperium, Roger Dorn. He is so strong that even after centuries of corruption by the Blood God, his only answer remains the same."

"I am Roger Dorn."

Finally, all the Primarch patted Dorn on the shoulder, showing him their respect.

Dorn has had a tough time.

"But this is just the beginning. With the end of the Horus Heresy, a dark future is foreseeable; the universe will be left with only war for humanity from now on."

"How long will this war last?" Lion El'Jonson asked.

"Ten thousand years, or even longer."

Lion El'Jonson regretted it; he shouldn't have asked that question.

"Faced with the devastation of the post-war world and the ever-rising, rampant forces of Chaos ravaging the galaxy, the Imperium of Man needs to unite as quickly as possible and prevent external powers from discovering its vulnerability."

"This is when Roboute's importance became fully apparent."

As a result, everyone's attention turned to Roboute.

"The first thing Roboute did after returning to Terra was to dismantle the Legions."

Upon hearing those last four words, both Roboute himself and the other Primarch felt a beat slow down.

"Dismantle the Legions?" Magnus asked.

"Yes, due to the painful lessons of the Horus Heresy, Roboute keenly realized that large-scale Legion operations could sow the seeds of Horus Heresy, and only by breaking them down into smaller Chapter could this threat be nipped in the bud."

"Think about it, brothers. Dorn took those things back to Terra, and then the brothers who couldn't return to Terra for so long also came to Terra."

"But the first thing his brother did after arriving in Terra was to dismantle the Legion. Could you have tolerated something like that?"

I can't stand it, I really can't stand it.

"Given the circumstances, although it was difficult, I made a decision."

"Yes, Dorn, that's you. In the end, you agreed to Roboute's suggestion and supported his decision to dismantle the Legion."

"After the division of the Legions, Roboute compiled the Codex Astartes according to the standard of using the Chapter as the unit of combat."

"The Codex Astartes?" Roboute was taken aback when he heard the name.

"Yes, Roboute, it's called a holy book, but it's really just a manual."

"Or to put it more simply, a crash course guide from Astartes soldier to Space Marine Chapter."

"The former sounds like religious Scriptures, the latter sounds like a cheap novel from a roadside stall," Khan said.

"Don't mind me, Khan. I'm just trying to make it easier for you to understand. After all, holy scriptures, as you said, sound like religious Scriptures."

Lorgar was the most qualified to speak on this matter, and he nodded.

"Indeed, ancient stories are distorted into legends, and legends are ultimately twisted into myths."

"Yes, but the suffering of the Imperial Fists is not over."