Chapter 362 If there are sacrifices
The airdrop pods of the Emperor's Children are still hitting this point on Satnain like colorful falling fireworks.
Magna Dorn once again stood on the Wall of Satnaon, holding a greatsword, behind him were Matheus and other scions who were very immature for a Space Marine.
Across from him was Fulgrim who was still smiling wildly.
This situation, but in the eyes of others, the Terran Guardsman even had the leisure to lean on his sword with one hand and rub his knotted brow with the other when facing his fallen brother Primarch, and sighed tiredly. Take a breath.
——And decided to keep his mouth shut as much as possible before and during this war——Wisely not to comment too much on the dressing style and beauty preferences of this brother’s brother——Based on certain experiences, if he comments If so, the time of being knocked down by the opponent will be earlier than before.
Even though he has a mechanically sophisticated learning ability and mind, and has grabbed his descendants to focus on learning close combat skills in spite of their strange eyes in the past few times, but he has the blessing of Chroma. Grim is still too fast and immortal, so it is really difficult to fight...
The charming and gorgeous Slaanesh Beloved opposite has curled up his thin and graceful lips in dissatisfaction, with an extremely longing look in his eyes Watching "Rogal Dorn".
Magna knew that this did not come from those vulgar tastes, but a reverberation of despair and depravity that remained in this inanimate person's complete madness and abandonment - perhaps by cutting off From the rock-solid head of Rogal Dorn and tasting the blood-stained lips with the snake letter, Zifeng could find hints of the trembling he felt when he first tasted Ferus' kiss of death with the same temperature passing by.
This is really not a good memory. It is really troublesome that human brain circuits cannot delete or isolate their own memory storage.
He sighed again, taking his greatsword in both hands and lifting it off the ground.
This two-handed chain saw sword is too big. Its shape and weight were originally designed for frontal attack and confrontation, so much so that it was used to imitate Fulgrim. That kind of light swordsmanship requires a little more practice and mastery, as well as a little modification, but he has no time to modify it. What they lack most now besides personnel is time.
——What the hell, except for the ninth brother of the original body, who is still reliable, the rest are all damned (Here, Magna finally couldn’t help but secretly learn the foul language of Lamizane, anyway, it’s okay) People will hear) not obeying orders? ! Battlefield overdue? ! Free and undisciplined? ! Unwilling to communicate? ! What are they thinking? ! Did the main body do everything by himself? ! If you don't obey the command, why are you still here guarding the city? ! If I were the real person, I wouldn't have been so kind to them! snort! If the local soul is unhappy, he will join forces with the Queen of Glory and run away! Oh, damn it! Although I know that the main body was really shouldering the hope of all mankind at that time, so I had no choice but to show cowardice, collapse, or get angry at anyone... but... no one should bear these... Damn it! ! ! When I go back I must...!
He glanced at the Templar Captain who had just arrived and stood beside him.
Originally, when Magnar was sure after three times that Fulgrim would definitely appear on this section of the city wall with the Emperor's Children, he guessed that there should be a king-on-king battle here. .
So he didn't bring too many heirs with him before, but asked them to wait for opportunities to surround and suppress the attacking troops of the Emperor's Children.
After all, only the Primarch can kill the Primarch.
Even if he had seen the Black Templars of the future with his own eyes, Magna did not think it was reasonable to let his descendants or anyone create a killing opportunity for him just to slow them down for a millisecond.
Lami Zain once told him one afternoon while sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Iron Blood, drinking Reka coffee: "You ask me what I think... In order to achieve the ideals in people's hearts, sacrifices are inevitable. , but the person making the decision must never regard the sacrifices of others for their lofty ideals as dedication to achieving their own personal goals. No matter what the circumstances are, the difference between a hero and a dragon is the same. It’s hard to define.”
At that time, the young master control machine soul saw something very complicated on the face of Iron Warrior Aharin, who was adding new cables to the Iron Lord’s rear head interface. An expression of sadness and joy, but at that time he did not understand the subtle changes in human emotions, but when he tried different directions and endings countless times, he would always think of this sentence unexpectedly.
Therefore, even after repeating the beginning, sitting at the headquarters or on the city wall and thinking for a long time, Magna finally did not take the initiative to try something even though he really wanted to try.
For example, taking his heirs and everyone else who could come and jumping on the Phalanx and running away, Magna Dorn knew that this was not impossible, at least Constantine Waldo would definitely list it as one of them. For a forward option, as long as "Rogal Dorn" expresses that he cannot hold it and is willing to retreat with them, the commander of the Imperial Army will immediately mobilize his colleagues to "do something urgent but necessary."
Another example is, do nothing as soon as he appears on the terrace garden, and wait for Hindman to jump down on his own - you don't even need to use your hands, as long as he doesn't make a sound, the man will jump down - -So that no one would see him-and then quietly ran out of the void shield's defense range to find Perturabo-yes, he already knew that Perturabo and his intimate Iron-Blooded were currently anchored in Holy Terra Nearby - he also believed that there would be no problem if he just wanted to protect himself, as long as he was willing to find Perturabo. As long as he is willing to go to Perturabo, coax him like a teacher, plead with him, and say the words he likes to hear, the Iron Lord will definitely get angry immediately, but he will definitely not kill him - no Knowing why, Magna Dorn has a natural and precise grasp of this.
But everyone else... everyone else... the souls of everyone else... the soul and future of all humanity...
The malicious turbid waves formed by the inanimate beings slapped the entire continental plate and crust of Terra. The majestic city formed by the Himalayas and the mysterious institutions beneath it were trembling under the joint impact of material and non-material forces. This vibration shook him His thoughts were drawn back to the battlefield in front of him.
Fulgrim was still smiling at him. Every part of this beautiful primarch who stretched himself out to be occupied by Slaanesh was the ultimate description of the word beauty, but together Together there is a wonderful antonym of beauty.
Too much is not enough.
Magna thought to herself, Lamizane loves to say this word.
Then he remembered what Lamizane told him again, and got rid of those other options. This is why Magna Dorn is still standing here, preparing to deal with the demon king in front of him. .
"Father."
The person on the side suddenly spoke.
“If there is a sacrifice, please let me do it first.”
Without giving Magna time to question or stop, Sigismund clenched his hands tightly with the chains. With the sword locked on his arm, he strode forward, head held high to face the fallen primarch who was three times taller than him.
“Before you hurt my father, your opponent was me first.”
Fulgrim on the opposite side straightened his twisted waist because he thought he was despised by his brother.
"You Rogge little brat! You are not worthy of being my opponent! I will disembowel you immediately and take out your heart and show it to your father! He That’s my trophy!”
“Oh.”
Sigismund raised his sword and greeted the other party with an unusually cold but restrained etiquette.
No one saw his movements.
But he moved.
(End of this chapter)