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Lynch's lips twitched slightly, but in the end, he still sighed helplessly. He snapped his fingers, and with a crisp metallic clang, some Amighadoton local currency appeared in Dorn's pocket.
Without hesitation, Dorn stepped forward, took out the currency, and bought a dish from the vendor.
"This is the money I gave you, can't you even offer me a bite?"
Lin Qi watched as Dorn used two fingers to pick up food with a fork that was barely enough to feed a Primarch, even a toothpick would be difficult for him, and couldn't help but speak up.
You can't have any.
"Roger Dorn said coldly."
Lin Qi's lips twitched. Every time he heard the other party speak like this, he finally understood why this stubborn rock was criticized by many brothers ten thousand years ago.
He also realized that the person he had rescued was not an imposter, but the real Roger Dorn.
A smelly and hard stone.
Lin Qi sighed helplessly.
He was also a hero capable of turning the tide.
“I’m using my psionic powers to distort the vision around me. They’ll see you as just a burly man over two meters tall. But you have to understand, in my current state, the time I can help you conceal your body is limited.”
Lin Qi couldn't help but remind him.
"Get to work, Dorn, get to work, get to work."
Roger Dorn slowly finished his food, then casually tossed the trash in his hand. The cardboard box containing the food arced through the air before landing steadily on top of a pile of garbage not far away.
"Get me a set of armor."
Roger Dorn said calmly.
"I'm going to start taking action."
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Hermann von Schbladt was suddenly awakened from his sleep.
His obese body was wrapped in a soft, white nightgown, and his bald head was now filled with a look of terror. His ugly face was contorted, squeezing his small eyes and wide, flat nose together, making this planetary governor of Armageddon look like a mutant with distorted features.
death.
Hermann von Schbladt, the planetary governor, an incompetent bastard, just saw his own death in a dream.
There was no glory, no entourage; he was burned alive by a ball of flame. That flame was incredibly strange. At first contact, it was incredibly warm, making him feel as comfortable as lying in the soft bosom of a young girl. But as the flame grew larger and stronger, unparalleled pain also appeared, tormenting him and making him writhe on the ground.
Tick-tock, tick-tock...
Cold sweat had soaked through his clothes, and beads of sweat were still dripping from his forehead. Hermann took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
No, I won't die.
He thought to himself, "I'll just reach out and pick up a bottle of wine from beside the bed."
He was an imperial nobleman; no one but the Emperor could kill him. No one could—not the guards, not other nobles, not even the Astartes…
The cork of the wine bottle was violently pulled out, and Herman took a few big gulps, immediately feeling much calmer.
He won't die.
"Vivian!"
The governor began shouting, calling out the name of his personal maid, but no one responded for a long time.
"Vivian!"
The second shout carried a hint of anger. Normally, at this point, the woman with the large breasts would rush into the room in a panic, kneel at his feet, and beg for forgiveness for not hearing him the first time.
However, after a full ten minutes, when the clock in the room chimed a crisp "ding" after completing a full Terra hour, no footsteps were heard.
problem occurs.
Hermann's sluggish brain finally caught up, and in an instant, he remembered the nightmare he had just had.
No, no, no, it was just a dream, just a dream...
The incompetent man comforted himself in this way, but subconsciously, he recalled a conversation he had long ago with a registered psychic from the Empire, who was also a tarot card reading master.
Sometimes, a dream is more than just a dream.
The fortune teller swiftly sliced through the tarot cards in her hand, quickly drawing one from the deck, a captivating smile curving her alluring face.
"Dreams are also prophecies, the best indication of a person's future."
boom!
Herman held a light gun in his hand, his large hand gripping the handle, aiming it at the clock opposite the bed.
A large hole, melted by the intense heat, appeared in the center of the clock. Lava-like substances were still flowing down its edges, and the air was filled with the smell of burning heat. Hermann gasped for breath, staring in horror at the clock's direction. Although it had only been a brief moment, he was absolutely certain that a gigantic figure had appeared there just moments before.
The figure was so tall that Hermann felt it was even taller than any of the Astartes he had ever seen. He even doubted whether it was human, but if that humanoid creature wasn't human, then what could it be?
Orcs? Adarin?
Impossible, they're not that tall, not that...
sacred.
A word appeared, and Hermann's mind exploded. He howled, his voice like a child being frightened by a ghost story by his mother. He scrambled off his bed, still clutching the laser pistol, crawled on the floor a few times like a wild dog, and then stood up and ran out of his luxurious room.
The guards who were supposed to be on guard at the door and the maids who were supposed to be serving him had all disappeared. However, the governor was no longer in the mood to be furious about these things. He was surrounded by fear, which turned into a death god with a scythe, closely following behind him and driving him to rush out of the corridor. He lost his footing and tumbled down the stairs all the way to the hall below.
Pain swept through his body, and Hermann let out a whimper of agony. He slowly struggled to his feet and found that his guards, his maids, his butler, and his servants were all standing in the hall, looking at him, the man they were supposed to serve, with incredibly strange eyes.
Herman took a deep breath and looked around at his servants, suddenly realizing that they had changed.
But he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was different.
damn it.
Hermann cursed inwardly and stepped forward.
But before he could take more than a few steps, he found that all the people in front of him were standing still, and not one of them wanted to make way for him.
"Give Way."
Hermann suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice.
The crowd looked at each other, some began to waver, but no one chose to give way.
"I told you to make way!"
Hermann suddenly reached out and slapped one of the maids hard across the face. The maid screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
"Damn it! By the Emperor! How dare you block my way! I am Hermann von Schbladt! I am the Emperor's messenger! I am a nobleman of the Empire! I was born to rule over you lowly people! How dare you block my way!"
As he spoke, Herman kicked the fallen maid hard in the stomach. The woman, who had just been slapped, hadn't even had time to recover from the pain of the slap when she felt another pain. Her body curled up on the ground, looking like a shrimp.
Hermann walked toward the crowd again. This time, some people made way for him, but at the very back of the line, the white-haired butler stood at the front and gracefully bowed to Hermann.
"Sir, please wait."
The butler said this, but looking at his polite demeanor, the governor was furious.
"You old fool! You think I wouldn't dare kill you?!"
Hermann roared angrily, while the butler shook his head slightly and spoke calmly.
"Of course you dare, sir."
"Why are you still blocking my way? Get out of my way!"
"Because it is the order of someone else, sir."
Someone else.
The title startled Herman. In that instant, he went through all the bad things he had ever done: colluding with heretics, incompetence, persecuting Astral Army officers, the slave trade…
Tribunal?
However, judging from the butler's expression, he was clearly not one of those ruthless killers.
"who is it?"
After a long silence, Herman gritted his teeth and stopped asking for permission to pass. Instead, he inquired about the other person's identity.
"You'll see when you turn around."
The butler's words completely stunned Herman. He immediately turned around, and upon seeing the tall figure behind him, he collapsed to the ground.
"God... God Emperor above..."
The butler stood behind Herman, looked up, and his face was calmer than ever before.
"By the God-King, Your glory will never fade in Amegidodon."
Chapter 202 I am Roger Dorn
Argumentation is an eternal and unchanging element in human meetings.
Helbrecht felt a sudden, inexplicable weariness. He was currently in a luxurious hall, originally the auditorium where the imperial nobles of Armageddon watched plays.
With marble sculptures shimmering like silk and a magnificent ceiling made of agate, the emperor's statue stands directly opposite the entrance to the hall, looking down with its majestic eyes, giving off a feeling of coldness, so...sadness.
"Hades' Nest is destined not to survive the first week of the offensive."
Someone spoke, their voice hoarse, like a violin with a broken string.
The speaker was a very old man, who appeared to have only a few hours left to live. His body contained a large amount of chemical and biological modifications.
These things sustained his physical resilience, while his unwavering loyalty to the emperor and his deep hatred for his enemies sustained his mental well-being.
Everyone in the hall turned to look at the old man. Although they were of different statuses, the moment they saw him, they all showed respect and goodwill.
As for the reason... it's because this old man could appear in this gathering of Astral Army generals, colonels, Astartes chapter commanders, and company commanders, all under the identity of an Imperial political commissar.
When discussing the places where various high-ranking commanders and priests reside, part of the reason can already be explained.
He was a hero, not only of Amegiddon, but of the Empire.
He was the man who turned the tide in the Second Armageddon War fifty-seven years ago.
He is the nemesis of the Ork and the symbol of the Iron Legion.
He is... Sebastian Arrek.