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Upon hearing the other party's request, Lin Qi almost fainted. Fortunately, he was currently in a soul form, so any fainting or other issues were merely external manifestations and did not threaten his essential life.
"I don't know if you're saying these things out of anger because I rejected you earlier."
Lin Qi sighed helplessly. If it were someone else, it might be possible for them to say hurtful things to him, but since it was Rogdorn, such a situation was impossible.
Lin Qi himself knew this, but the reason he said it was only to make this absurd request seem a little more reasonable.
"I just returned from the warp, where I fought against two gods."
As Lin Qi spoke, a look of weakness appeared on his face.
"Even with the help of your father and brothers, this battle has still taken a heavy toll on my health."
After all, I am currently without any faith, and every time I take action, I can only graft and use the faith of others, and the price of doing so is inevitably extremely high.
After my last battle with that antisocial kobold, my essence was weakened to a severe degree.
As you know, at that time I could only conjure small things, because the power to distort reality that these things needed was nothing more than a casual wave of my hand to me.
At this point, Lin Qi raised his hand and extended one finger.
Starlight gathered at his fingertips, slowly taking shape. With Rogdorn's keen sense of the subspace, he noticed that the real space where his fingertips were located began to fluctuate. As this fluctuation appeared, it was as if something else was about to appear along with this place.
However, as the starlight suddenly exploded, a meteor shower, visible only to Rogdorn himself, appeared in the annex of the church.
"What I was trying to materialize was just a very basic screw."
Lin Qi sighed, seemingly distressed by his current situation.
"Even a sliver of my power is incredibly precious now. Fortunately, the Emperor has come up with a solution, and my recovery speed in the subspace has improved slightly."
However, to fulfill your request, I am currently unable to do so, whether in my current disabled state or in a completely healthy state.
"I understand."
Rogdorn nodded, but then immediately made another request of Lynch.
"I remember you should be able to imprint your own warp mark on other people, right?"
Upon hearing Rogdorn's words, Lynch narrowed his eyes.
"Did the Emperor tell you that?"
"I guessed it myself."
"okay, I get it."
Hearing what Rogdorn had guessed himself, Lynch shrugged and readily admitted it.
"Then what do you want to do? Make me imprint my warp mark on your offspring?"
Rogdorn nodded.
"If I'm not mistaken, my brother Horus, who has been resurrected, and his new sons, should have already been marked with your mark, right?"
"I know what you want to do."
Lin Xi sighed, guessing what Rogdorn was thinking.
"But the power of the warp is uncontrollable. Even if this power comes from me, it's still the same. Not to mention that my power is so weak now. Once it's marked, it's bound to my side. And you know how those four guys are eyeing me now. Even if Tzeentch helped us, his real purpose is just to carry out his own conspiracy."
"But with it, when facing Peturabo next, my descendants and I will be able to directly resolve some rather troublesome situations."
"Okay, I got it."
Lin Qi shook his head and said this.
"I will take action. I will open the dream realm in a moment, where your offspring will receive my family space imprint. By the way, find some time later to gather the think tanks of each warband together and tell them about this matter. Don't be too stressed at night. I am currently very weak and any guy can beat me up."
Rogdorn nodded and agreed to Lynch's request.
After discussing the matter, Rogdorn lowered his head and continued to draw his defensive fortification design on the blank paper.
Time passed slowly, and just then, a knock sounded on the door.
"Lord Dorn."
A mortal's voice rang out, its tone filled with hesitation and unease.
"Come in."
Without even looking up, Rogdorn spoke directly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened, and a high-ranking official in a long robe walked into the drawing room in Rogdorn.
"Vanal Dolf."
Relying on his amazing memory, Rogdon remembered the official's name. He was a high-ranking Amegidon official who had participated in the meeting before the orc invasion.
He is also the lowest-ranking member among mortals who is qualified to see him.
"You must have something important to report to me since you've come here."
Rogdorn put down his pen, raised his head, and looked seriously at the mortal who was now standing uneasy.
"Now, tell me what you have to report to me."
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The scene was completely different from what he had imagined.
Link thought to himself.
The biting cold wind entered uninvited, making the wandering merchant uneasy, as if something big was about to happen, but he was powerless to do anything about it and could only watch helplessly as it unfolded.
Shaking his head, Link tried to shake off the thought and climbed the five steps of the church.
In the center of the church sat a bronze clock with a broken glass surface and a thick leather-bound book, surrounded by six unlit candles. A priest approached and carefully lit the six candles, filling the church with light and warmth.
Aside from its high roof, the small chapel of the bathroom in Amighiddon is quite simple and unremarkable: long benches line the main hall, and the adjacent transept houses an altar covered by a tattered curtain. Staircases leading through the north and south transepts lead to the cloisters, which form a wide corridor and are the first part visitors pass through upon entering the chapel.
Alright, now let me think about what needs to be done when meeting the original body, according to the family's ancient texts.
Link took a deep breath and began to try to recall.
The Farax family is indeed a family with a deep history. Even though it has declined to this state, history cannot be changed. This family began serving the Empire during the Great Expedition, and this history was secretly written into the family history so that future generations would eagerly witness the glorious moments of their ancestors.
Thinking about this, Link couldn't help but feel depressed. In the Empire, what ancient families had ended up like him?
Back then, he also took his family's trade license to the officials of the state religion, hoping they could give him some help in consideration of the emperor.
However, to everyone's surprise, after seeing his trading license, these adults all seemed to have some kind of madness. They would first return the money he had paid, and then a few days later, they would send some servants to provide him with some basic supplies that were of no use whatsoever in affecting the fate of his family's continued decline.
Ugh, this damned fate.
Fortunately, I can now board the big ship of Rogdorn.
Link thought of and recalled the physical characteristics of the Primarchs of the various Legions that his ancestors had recorded after participating in the Great Crusade.
In those records, Rogerdun was described as an engineer who rarely smiled.
This is how he was described in that book.
"The Lord of the Seventh Legion usually wore armor made of polished bronze and gold, along with a red velvet cloak. The pattern of outstretched eagle wings appeared extensively on most of his equipment, most notably on the decorative parts of his shoulder armor. He had a serious, naturally unsmiling face with a head of uncontrollable, bone-white short hair."
Just hearing this description is enough to tell how consistent the person with this face is in their daily life and work, and how... adept at using their bluntness to hurt others.
But it doesn't matter. Having roamed the starry sea for so long, even though he's still young, Link has already honed his skills as a wandering merchant to perfection in reading people and drugging them.
A series of footsteps sounded. Link took a deep breath, stood up straight, and looked in the direction of the sound.
But soon, he was taken aback by the newcomer's attire.
The reason for the surprise was not because of the overly luxurious attire; after all, as Primarchs, they could pull off any form of extravagance.
What surprised Link was that Rogdorn was dressed too plainly.
He looked like an ordinary giant, taller and stronger.
But when the giant spoke, the traveling merchant was startled and realized that the person in front of him was none other than the Primarch, Rogdorn, whom he wanted to see.
"I am Rogal Dorn."
"The giant said."
What do you need me for?
Chapter 222 The Allure of the Primitive
Link swallowed hard. His face, which was usually meticulously maintained and well-preserved as that of an imperial nobleman, showed obvious signs of nervousness. He kept swallowing to suppress his nervousness so that he wouldn't let something slip.
but……
Just standing in front of Rogdorn, even without him doing anything, Link felt something else besides the intense pressure from Rogdorn's size and aura.
An impulse to tell the whole truth to the person in front of him, then kneel on the ground, cursing his own filthy heart that wanted to hide the truth with the most vicious language, followed by secretly crying, prostrating himself on the ground, and gently kissing the land that the other person had trodden on.
Oh, damn it.
Link finally managed to suppress this emotion, but at the same time, a feeling of lingering fear also arose in his heart.
Is this the power of the children of God?
The wandering merchant thought back to the contents of his family's historical records once again.
Each of the children of God possesses immense power and extraordinary wisdom, as well as perfect appearance and indescribable personal charm.
Of course, our ancestors also left a sentence in their records.
"If I had to describe the personal charisma of a group... then I can tell future generations directly that, upon first seeing them, even those two somewhat abnormal [Record Deleted] adults and [Record Deleted] adults, I would almost be willing to die for them."
This is the recorded personal charisma of the Son of God, also known as the Primarch.
Just now, Link himself faced something that had been recorded by his ancestors.
Now it seems that what our ancestor said was not only true, but it was indeed as he described—a charm that cannot be described in words.
It's almost like a psionic spell.
Thinking of this, Link suddenly shivered. He stopped himself from thinking any further and focused all his energy on the current time and place.
He also has his own important matters to attend to.
"Lord Dorn."
Link bowed respectfully. He did not choose to kneel down because he had heard before coming that many members of the state church, officers of the Astral Army, and even leaders of the Astartes Chapter had knelt down and shouted the name of the God-Emperor upon seeing Rogdorn.