In the original story, after the Siege of Terra ended, Guilliman, who arrived leading reinforcements, published the Codex Astartes after careful consideration.
This holy book is a massive work of thousands of pages; every detail was meticulously examined by him in the strategium.
The scripture divided the surviving loyal Legions into fighting groups of a thousand each and employed them no longer as main-force troops but as special forces.
Opposition from Dorn upon learning this news was extremely strong.
He felt this tattered scripture was a disguised punishment of the loyalists and an insult to himself.
Because of this scripture's existence, he was constantly reminded of the fault of failing to protect the Emperor.
Dorn and Guilliman fell into a fierce quarrel; the atmosphere on the spot became extremely tense; their respective Cataphractii Terminators gathered outside the conference room.
The other Primarchs also split into camps; a new civil war seemed imminent.
Dorn finally compromised and agreed to disband the Legion according to the scripture's provisions.
However, on the eve of catastrophe, he announced something to everyone.
Before the Seventh Legion was formally split into numerous battle-groups, they were to execute one last Legion-level combat operation.
The objective was to capture Perturabo alive, pack him into a kennel, and bring him back to Terra.
This expedition was the Seventh Legion's last battle and at the same time the foundation-stone of their future.
Learning this news, Perturabo immediately built a fortress called the Eternal Fortress, set various traps, and provoked Dorn.
The two Legions waged a fierce battle called the Battle of the Eternal Fortress on a desolate rocky planet. This battle would shake later generations.
Combat was extremely fierce; both Legions suffered tremendous damage.
The bloody fight did not end until Guilliman arrived, leading reinforcements, and Perturabo withdrew.
After the Battle of the Eternal Fortress, the Imperial Fists Legion formally split into multiple Chapters.
Of course, Dorn also had a backup plan and had concluded the Last Wall protocol for the Imperial Fists' various successor bodies.
They were obligated, when Terra faced a grave crisis, to rejoin the Seventh Legion — the Imperial Fists — unconditionally.
For several centuries thereafter, Rogal Dorn led the Imperial Fists and continued fighting xenos and rebels in the galaxy.
Finally, during an encounter with the Devourer race, he unexpectedly vanished, leaving only a severed left hand.
What happened at that time, and how those world-eaters accomplished it, no one knows!
The surviving warriors brought Dorn's left hand back, placed it in the reliquary, and searched the entire galaxy for Dorn's whereabouts.
They firmly believed Dorn had never perished and would someday return to the Imperium.
However, when he returned, people discovered Dorn's left hand was completely intact, and the Emperor's Claw was mounted on it.
For this reason, many people are confused and cannot understand what is happening to Dorn's left hand, or how he obtained the Emperor's power claw.
"You are Rogal Dorn, the rock that supports the Imperium! It is said that for hundreds of years you were imprisoned by dark gods yet never yielded. You are truly wonderful."
Xiangzhen stared at Dorn and did not even try to hide that praise, as if a daughter staring at her father.
"Everyone calls you 'Father,' so may I use that form of address as well?"
Dorn: o(////▽////)q
How glib this child is!
She even said she wants to call me "Father"!
"Whatever." He twisted his lips and floated an expression of complete indifference and aloofness.
"Father…" Having obtained permission, Xiangzhen hugged Dorn tightly and shouted in excitement.
Dorn froze, not knowing what to do.
That marble-like face, for a mere instant when no one was looking, softened in outline; the corners of the mouth rose slightly.
Sigismund and Rann, together with the other Imperial heroes, exchanged glances.
Good heavens — we thought we had been revived, and unexpectedly we have a little sister!
I want advice on how to get along well with a little sister. Waiting for answers on the net. Urgent.
The father took an arrogant, distant attitude, yet in fact his face was full of a smile of joy.
The meeting of the Imperial Fists' descendants and the Primarch was friendly.
Chapters such as the Space Wolves, White Scars, and Salamanders, upon learning of their Primarchs' return, also gathered on Macragge from every place in the galaxy.
Thanks to the star-paths spreading across the Milky Way, they can move at astonishing speed.
In a mere few days, they all gathered on Macragge.
Guilliman also returned, yet not of his own will.
He had been commanding the Indomitus Crusade and eliminating every threat.
Until a certain battle ended, he was in a bad mood and wandered the Macragge's Honour.
After passing through a corridor that should have led to the warehouse area, he ran into a strangely shaped machine.
Before he could understand what was happening, they were sent back to Macragge.
He was completely bewildered and instinctively recalled reports about a strange story concerning the Macragge's Honour he had seen before.
It is said that after witnessing a strange machine, many crew members were inexplicably sent home.
This strange tale had once led the ship's tech-specialists and psychic masters to believe it was the work of a Warp daemon.
Multiple comprehensive scans of the hull and Warp-purifications were performed, yet nothing was obtained.
Guilliman had originally thought this is complete nonsense.
He wields the Emperor's sword that has the power to completely destroy daemons.
What blind Warp evil spirit would dare remain before him?
Only after being sent home did he realise this is not a strange rule but a real, strange machine that sends people home.
Needless to say, all of this was caused by the "Go Home and Say Goodbye" machine Datch had left behind.
Guilliman stood there for thirty seconds trying to accept this fact. The first thing he thought was that this must be the Nameless One's prank.
Looking across the entire galaxy, only the Nameless Ones would do something so shameless and ridiculous.
Guilliman immediately sent a message informing the expedition fleet he was safe, then settled his feelings and met his brothers and Malcador.
Their discussion of the Imperium's present situation and military operations went smoothly at first, then gradually heated, and finally developed into a quarrel.
Datch is still busy recalling the Imperium's lost heroes.
Resurrect every noble soul that once fought for the Imperium and have them join the great cause of the war against Chaos.
From the 30K age to the 42K age, not one of them was overlooked.
Loyal Luna Wolves veteran soldiers betrayed on Isstvan III
Ultramarines force commanders who died in the Battle of Calth
Custodes and Sisters of Silence who lined up outside the gates in the Siege of Terra, prepared to offer their lives…
...…
The Emperor sat upon the Golden Throne watching the damned Legion decline. His lips convulsed violently; he had completely lost his words.
(Emperor aside: "Big brother, you mustn't deceive people this way! You'll go bald.")
In this period, Datch challenged Jaghatai Khan to a race.
The Khan, of course, accepted that challenge.
Even after ten thousand years, he remains a dyed-in-the-wool race enthusiast.
Unfortunately, he was finally defeated by Datch.
Thus Datch obtained a new feat — the title "Humanity's Fastest Racer." White Scars warriors, including Jubal Khan and Khosrow, each quietly clenched their fists while watching this sight.
He secretly swore to recover the title "Humanity's Fastest Speedster."
To completely defeat the Nameless Ones and protect the Legion's honour, they must develop faster, more powerful mounts.
Datch knew nothing of this, and even if he had known, he would not have cared.
A mere NPC challenging the Player is nothing but wishful thinking.
With the last few heroes called back, Datch also completed the mission Malcador had given.
A game-notification lamp lit at the edge of his vision.
[Congratulations on completing the mission! Return of the Heroes! You successfully resurrected the heroes buried in the darkness of history.]
[Quest reward: 20,000 experience, 20,000 points, reputation +5,000, item: SCP-9999 · Omnipotent Chair ×1]
The instant Datch saw the quest notification, a smile spread across his face, and he unhesitatingly chose to receive the item reward.
He wanted to see what the so-called Omnipotent Chair actually is.
The instant he confirmed it, the golden icon in the in-game inventory exploded before his eyes and changed into countless streaks of light.
A small pyramid with a throne carved in the centre, releasing golden light, suddenly appeared from the air.
Datch: (ΩДΩ).
Looking as if he had lost his words, he walked around the throne several times.
"No. Am I going to sit on the Golden Throne as well?"
"This… this… isn't this some kind of mistake?!"
Do all men who wish to change humanity's fate finally obtain their own dedicated golden toilet?
After thinking it over, Datch decided to actually sit and experience it.
The instant he sat on the golden throne, a strange sensation of dominating and understanding everything welled up in his heart.
Datch's eyes released golden light; he could see through the workings of the entire universe.
In his pupils, both past and future were reflected.
In a mere instant, he witnessed the birth and collapse of civilisations.
By seeing Chaos's dark essence,
the essence of the Four is that they are four eternal vortices formed in the Warp by being repeatedly washed and condensed by specific emotional frequencies.
Their weakness is that each vortex depends on a continuous supply of the corresponding emotion in the real world.
War feeds the Blood God; intrigue feeds the Architect; despair produces the Grandfather; desire nurtures the Dark Prince.
He saw through the gods' weaknesses.
To extinguish them completely, a method to replace them must be found.
Countless timelines and countless futures rushed into Datch's head in an instant.
At that moment, he had a premonition he was about to become an omniscient-omnipotent existence.
Just as Datch was enjoying it, the next instant Datch was thrown off.
That wonderful sensation vanished instantly.
He blinked; his vacant pupils gradually recovered focus.
He felt as if he had returned to his student days. Knowledge flowed gently through his mind, yet nothing remained.
He opened his eyes wide and desperately tried to recall what he had just seen, yet he could remember nothing. There was only a sensation that his brain was working abnormally fast.
Datch stared at the golden omnipotent chair before his eyes; when he tried to sit again, he was told points were insufficient and lost his words.
"The great omnipotent god fell due to insufficient points."
"By the way, did the game developers who created the Warhammer world possess some kind of alien secret technology?"
"Why do people feel a strange sensation as if they have truly understood the truth of the universe and fate? A thorough investigation is needed."
After muttering to himself for a while, Datch suppressed the chaotic thoughts and ideas in his head.
Right. First, complete tasks and accumulate points. Recently, almost anything I do gives points.
I have to secure a little time to earn points.
However, the game is already approaching the endgame and will likely be cleared soon, so spending time earning points is meaningless. Therefore, earning points in moderation is best.
Many side quests still remain on the map.
Datch went out to carry out missions, helped people of every stratum across the Imperium solve problems, went to battlefields and treated the wounded, and obtained points.
He turned his attention back to the main story only when he noticed a golden exclamation mark had appeared again on Malcador's icon, indicating a new main story had begun.
He chose to use the Infinity Gauntlet and pulled Malcador, a golden exclamation mark floating above his head, before his own eyes.
To obtain the Infinity Gauntlet completely, you have to run around here and there completing missions.
Even with the complete Infinity Gauntlet, you still have to run around to receive missions.
Doesn't that mean getting the Infinity Gauntlet for free?
At this time, Malcador was discussing various issues with Jaghatai, Dorn, Guilliman, and the other Primarchs.
Military deployment to conquer the systems surrounding the Eye of Terror, dominated by traitors and daemons.
The Great Rift has closed; traitors across the galaxy are no longer a threat. Now is the time to deal with the enemy's stronghold.
While everyone was eagerly discussing the military operation against the Eye of Terror,
Malcador suddenly noticed the structure of space-time being warped by an invisible force.
When the surrounding situation all returned to original, the space and environment they had been in had completely changed.
Malcador was in a place far from Macragge, standing before the Nameless One.
Before Malcador could open his mouth, Datch spoke first.
"Lord Malcador, is there a mission you wish to give me?"
Ah. The Nameless Ones have become still more ruthless and still more lazy.
Previously, at least I went to him and accepted missions; now he forcibly brings me and asks me to issue a mission.
"Please issue the mission quickly, Lord Malcador!" Datch shouted, interrupting Malcador's thoughts.
Seeing this, Malcador stopped talking nonsense and brought up the Eye of Terror operation they had recently been discussing.
"Indeed, nameless one, you have a mission."
"You succeeded in closing the Great Rift, yet other Warp vortices such as the Eye of Terror and the Maelstrom still exist in the real universe."
"In those terrible places filled with chaotic energy, countless traitors and daemons still dwell."
"I hope you will lead the Imperium of Man, conquer the planets dominated by traitors and daemons, and completely destroy them."
While Malcador was speaking, mission instructions displayed before Datch's eyes.
[Mission: Support the Imperium of Man and destroy the Eye of Terror.]
[The Great Rift was safely closed, yet Warp vortices such as the Eye of Terror and the Maelstrom still exist in the real universe.]
[Malcador hopes you will support the Imperium of Man, eliminate the traitors and daemons lurking in these lands, and return them to their original state.]
[Mission reward: 20,000 experience, 20,000 points, reputation +10,000. Item: Spear of the Saint-Slayer.]
Datch's gaze fell on the item reward.
[Item: Spear of the Saint-Slayer]
[A spear that can destroy even that which is said to be indestructible. However, using it requires a certain number of points.]
[Review: "A gun that becomes stronger the more money you spend."]
"Good heavens. They already have the Heart of the Universe and the Omnipotent Chair, and they still give such a powerful item."
Datch muttered to himself.
Is it really the endgame already?
Please don't wait until after I defeat the four Chaos Gods and suddenly display a notification saying "the real game begins now."
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