At the very moment the Blackstone Fortress was about to have a fatal collision with Cadia, the Chaos Primarchs were desperately trying to escape, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
Perturabo frantically pressed the teleportation device on his body in the fortress's tactical room.
He constantly tried to adjust the coordinates, hoping to teleport himself back to the Chaos battleship in orbit before the impact.
In the last second, he felt a familiar spatial fluctuation, and the teleportation device finally activated!
"Hahaha! Dorn! You can be buried with this foolish planet! I won!" he roared confidently, his figure gradually enveloped by teleportation energy.
However, just as the teleportation took effect, his neck was suddenly grabbed by an iron-like hand.
Perturabo's eyes widened, and he found his arch-nemesis, Rogal Dorn, standing before him.
"You're still so presumptuous," Dorn's voice was as cold as ice, yet still calm.
"Impossible!" Perturabo roared, trying to struggle, but Dorn's strength was like an unshakeable fortress.
He was forcibly dragged out of the teleportation channel, and the teleportation device also failed directly due to Dorn's interference.
"You can't escape, your meaningless groans should end," Dorn's large hand directly grabbed Perturabo, then delivered a heavy over-the-shoulder throw.
Perturabo's teleportation device fell to the ground, and Dorn raised his large foot to crush it.
At this moment, Perturabo got up, grabbed Dorn's power armour, and weakly punched Dorn in the face... "What do you know? Do you know my pain? Why! Why! The glory is always yours! Horus, Sanguinius, Guilliman... you are all Father's good sons... why am I not among them! Why, only I and my sons do those things! Why must I sacrifice! I also want to build the Imperial Palace! Why won't Father even look at me! Why don't even you understand me!"
Listening to Perturabo's 'favoritism' speech, Rogal Dorn's mouth twitched slightly... Ten thousand years, the Emperor went from socially anxious to socially adept, Konrad Curze went from manic to depressed, Russ became melancholic... and this'stubborn rock' of his also changed with time... "I watched my brothers one by one become undying enemies..."
"I watched Sanguinius torn to shreds by Horus..."
"I watched Father beaten to critical injury..."
"I watched Malcador choose to sacrifice himself for humanity and turn to ash..."
"I watched the remaining brothers... injured, missing, gradually leaving me..."
"I watched Vulkan go to fight the Orks, entrusting me with the guardianship of the Golden Throne, and then never returning..."
"I watched my sons die one after another, and I could only silently guard by the Golden Throne..."
Listening to Dorn's words, Perturabo's expression gradually froze... Suddenly, Dorn extended his fist, and on that perpetually expressionless face, for the first time, appeared expressions of anger and sorrow... "My pain is above yours!!!!!!!!!" (My art style is above yours!)
When a collapsing tremor came from the other side of the Blackstone Fortress, Dorn, carrying the unconscious Perturabo, walked calmly towards the Imperial lines.
At the same time, Mortarion was critically ill due to Li Feng's recent "evolutionary walk."
However, his body was extremely weak due to prolonged corruption and disease, and every cough spewed toxic miasma.
The Death Guard, not yet completely destroyed, anxiously surrounded him.
"Father, please allow us to escort you away!" A stinking 'can' (Death Guard) carefully supported the tottering Mortarion.
"Ugh... Damn it..." Mortarion coughed, slumping to the ground.
His consciousness was blurred, and he weakly raised a hand, pointing in the direction of the battleship.
The Death Guard immediately acted, using their teleportation devices to send Mortarion back to the Plague Fleet in orbit.
The moment the teleportation was complete, the collapsing vibrations of the Blackstone Fortress arrived, and Mortarion's sons finally breathed a sigh of relief, but they knew that this time the Chaos forces had suffered extremely heavy losses...
At the other end of the fortress, Leman Russ was relentlessly pursuing the already paralyzed Magnus.
Magnus's sons pushed his wheelchair, trying to interfere with Russ's pursuit through psychic power, but Russ was completely unmoved, his roar echoing across the entire battlefield.
"Magnus! You can't escape! Come back with me!" Russ roared, his Frostblade burning with a Nordic-like frosty blue light.
Leman Russ intended to capture Magnus alive; this time he would complete the mission Father had given him ten thousand years ago.
And this time, he would bring Magnus back, so Magnus could replace Father on the Golden Throne and suppress the Webway.
"Foolish beast!" Magnus gritted his teeth, weakly raising his hand to try and open a rift to the Warp, but each attempt failed due to his paralyzed body, causing psychic circuit interruptions.
Just as Leman Russ roared and pursued Magnus, Li Feng and Cawl stumbled into this battlefield, and Li Feng was toying with a white cube he had just acquired from Trazyn.
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