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Without its tracks, Amigidoton is left with only the ground for defense.
However, there was one fortunate thing amidst the misfortune.
That is the current Imperial fleet, which possesses an absolute weapon of mass destruction.
Eternal Expedition.
As the flagship of the Black Sanctuary, the Glory Queen battleship's power is unparalleled among ships in the galaxy, with only a handful of other vessels comparable to it.
However, over the course of ten thousand years, due to the large number of people and other issues, many of the cabins and functional areas on board have been sealed off. As a result, the Eternal Expedition can only exert 30% of its combat power under normal circumstances.
However, with Rogue Dorn around, the Primarch of the Fist of the Empire and all its offspring, and the former master of the Eternal Crusade, he could bring his offspring to unleash the full potential and power of the Eternal Crusade.
This gave the Empire the confidence to successfully counterattack the orc fleets even when it was outnumbered.
"Are you going to lead the Black Templars to board the ship?"
Lynch looked at Roger Dorn and asked.
Roger Dorn gazed at the distant sunset, a hint of weariness in his eyes.
"This is the best way."
He spoke.
"When it comes to the green-skinned orcs, we always need to use the fastest tactics. And you should also know that we are facing far more enemies than just them. I can feel my brothers approaching, and I must do everything I can to preserve the strength I have."
Lynch remained silent. Dorn was right; the Emperor had already informed him, or rather, the news that he had taken Roger Dorn from Khorne had spread throughout the Warp.
Peturabo.
Lynch sighed. Iron Warrior and Imperial Fist, two civil engineering colleagues who had been locked in a battle for ten thousand years, were about to unleash a massive storm on the tumultuous planet of Amegadoton.
“Gabriel Seth has already sought help from the Great Vortex Alliance.”
Lynch said to Dorn,
"I recently appeared in a dream to the think tank of the Flesh Tearers. They have sent a message in Star Language to all members of the Great Vortex Alliance. However, the entire alliance's strength is concentrated in the Great Vortex area. In addition, there may be problems with subspace travel. I don't know how long it will take for them to get here."
“My offspring are also gathering.”
Roger Dorn said calmly, and in the distance, a dazzling light descended from the sky, raising a huge mushroom cloud on the ground.
“I can feel them getting closer, but like you said, it’s unclear how long it will take for them to arrive.”
More light appeared, turning the equator of Amegidon into a burning sea of fire. Within that sea of fire, countless enormous figures were struggling and howling—these were some of the orcs who survived the Second Battle of Amegidon. Decades had passed, and they had degenerated, losing any military power that could threaten the humans on the planet. Coupled with the incompetence of the previous governor, they had naturally been left to languish.
But Dorn knew perfectly well how much trouble these guys would cause if they rushed out of the forest once the orc army pressed in.
Therefore, it is the best idea to completely destroy trouble before it even arises.
"And those cultists in the bottom nest."
Lynch spoke up to remind him, which made Dorn nod.
Lin Qi sighed and mentally estimated the time.
He just told Dorn that it would take time for reinforcements to arrive, and that is indeed the case.
However, while this is one aspect, there are actually other ways to accelerate the entire fleet's journey to Amegidon.
However, to use this method, he would need to make contact with some people.
But how can I contact those people?
Just as Lynch was fretting, he suddenly sensed a strange warp fluctuation. He frowned slightly, greeted Dorn, disappeared from Dorn's side, and reappeared in the warp.
And here, he successfully saw a letter floating in mid-air.
A clown symbol was printed in the center of the letter, and the moment Lynch saw it, he understood what was going on.
It seems that not only are we anxious, but they are too.
That's true, after all, right now... humans and they are in the same boat.
Chapter 206 Taking Over and the Bone Crusher
"Father."
"explain."
"The tech priests have done what you need."
"Okay, take me to see it."
Helbrecht took a deep breath, stood tall and proud, and walked ahead of Dorn, facing the hostile gazes of the other Black Templars, to help guide him on his way.
The two traveled through the city of Halsridge. According to Dorn's judgment, when the orcs attacked, this large city and transportation hub located on Amegiddon would become the focus of the early stages of the war. Therefore, he personally oversaw the reconstruction of the fortifications, the troop movements, and the internal purges.
Today, Halesridge has become an impregnable fortress. It has impregnable walls, which are reinforced with a defensive array of Hydra anti-aircraft guns and surface-to-air missiles. Inside the city, a large number of cannons have been modified to form a crisscrossing network of artillery positions, ready to fire the instant the enemy is spotted, unleashing a deluge of shells that will bring death to the enemy.
Of course, if that were all, it wouldn't be safe enough for Dorne.
Many years ago, there was a sizable metal mine beneath Halesridge. The Mechanics developed it, but after it was completely depleted, it became an abandoned mine.
These abandoned mines have now been reused by Dorn. The Black Temple's Astartes, along with hundreds of thousands of mortals, launched a massive purge of the mutants, cultists, and aliens in these mines. This was followed by a series of modifications, with the mines being repurposed according to their size to serve as production facilities, storage facilities, and field hospitals.
Such modifications were not unique to Halsridge, the hive city. Other hive cities in Dorne also made relevant defensive designs according to local conditions. However, the supervision in those places was the responsibility of Arek and the other Astartes Chapter Masters, while Halsridge was supervised by Dorne and the Black Templars.
Helbreshett led Dorn past the completed and under-construction artillery positions, past busy men and women, past nervous young faces, and finally, they arrived at a tall tower in the center of the hive. The two entered the tower and took an elevator to the top.
Here, through huge floor-to-ceiling windows, people can see the entire view of the Nest City. If they use the corresponding telescope equipment, they can even see the view hundreds of kilometers away from the Nest City.
Several technical priests and technical sergeants had been waiting here for a long time. These masters, who enjoyed honor and respect in their respective Astral Army legions and Astartes Chapters, were all filled with tension. They looked at Dorn who had arrived and bowed with the utmost respect.
"Praise be to Omnisiah, Lord Dorne, we have been waiting for you for a long time."
At the forefront of these people was a technical priest clad in a red robe. Helbrecht introduced him to Dorn as a technical priest named Brian, who was from Mars and was said to have studied under the Forging General. However, he later violated some taboos and was thus exiled to Amegadoton to serve as a technical priest for the Iron Legion.
Although he was driven off Mars, Father Brian's skill was undeniably strong. He was proficient in both mechanical and biological technologies, and once, when he was out of ammunition and supplies, he used scrap materials to concoct a weapon and ammunition for a thousand people, turning the tide of the battle.
Therefore, he was also the leader in helping Dorne create things this time.
“Many years ago,” Dorn began slowly. “I lost one of my hands in a battle.”
As he spoke, Dorn lifted his black robe, revealing his empty left arm.
"I need a brand new arm for the battles to come, so thank you all for your help."
"It's an honor for us."
Brian lowered his head and spoke softly.
"This is a blessing from Omnisiah, my lord. Now, please accept it."
Dorn nodded and removed his black robe.
Meanwhile, the tech priests and sergeants opened the enormous box located in the center of the space.
A simple-looking iron hand appeared in everyone's sight. The iron hand was enormous, even larger than the head of a typical Astartes. On the back of the hand, the golden skull symbol and the black Sanctuary symbol complemented each other. Helbrecht quickly exchanged a glance with his own technical sergeant, and then immediately looked away.
This is.......
"Your child has quite a few clever ideas."
Lin Qi looked at the symbol on the iron hand and a strange smile appeared on his face.
"Aren't they afraid of getting beaten up by the Imperial Fist main family?"
"That's a story for later."
"Dorn said, though there was a hint of helplessness in his voice.
"Now, we are facing a real war."
Dorn picked up the Iron Hand, and before everyone's eyes, he removed the armor from his missing arm, revealing the strong, scarred muscles beneath. He placed the Iron Hand on his severed arm, and the moment it detected its host, the Iron Hand began to work.
A sharp laser blade appeared, completely severing the flesh from the wound. Then, biotechnology took effect; tiny artificial nerves, blood vessels, and bones began to automatically connect with the parts of Dorn's severed hand. The two quickly completed basic reconstruction and then connected to each other.
The technical priests and technical sergeants all watched the scene before them with bated breath. They had discussed it countless times over the past few days before finally managing to create the iron hand.
However, whether this iron hand could adapt to Dorne's body was a very uncertain question.
Genetic origin.
As Brian pondered the word, images of the top-secret documents he had once seen in the forbidden library on Mars flashed through his mind.
These beings, who consider themselves human creations, are a race produced by the emperor using unparalleled technology. They are still human in name, but in terms of both physical structure and the essence of their souls, they are completely different species from humans.
Even the most advanced bio-technical priests of ten thousand years ago could not comprehend the physical structure of a Primarch. This was partly due to the inability to access it, and partly because the Primarch's physical structure was truly like an enormous maze. When a Primarch was severely injured, apart from the Emperor himself, almost no other doctor's methods were as effective as the Primarch's self-healing.
Currently, creating a prosthetic limb for a progenitor is both an unparalleled honor and an immense challenge.
Fortunately, Brian is a person who likes challenges, and with Dorn's cooperation, he actually managed to create a matching prosthetic limb in a short period of time.
He named it the Grip of the Rock.
However, whether this thing can bear one's name depends on how things progress.
Dorn felt a strong sense of alienation in the missing part of himself, along with a sense of disharmony.
Ultimately, it was the original's complex body structure that exceeded the designer's imagination, making it impossible for it to function completely.
So the only option is...
"Lynch."
"Dorn said softly."
"please."
"Sigh, if you had just told me earlier, I would have helped you reassemble your severed hand."
Lin Qi sighed.
"Are you really that eager to surprise Peturabo?"
“This is necessary. When facing him, I must use every means at my disposal.”
Dorn answered, his voice still soft, but Lynch could hear the determination in it.
"Ok."
Lin Qi shrugged slightly, raised his hand, and his expression became serious.
White psionic energy began to surge, and in the vision of everyone in the room, the prosthetic limb suddenly burst forth with a blinding white light. As the priests chanted "Omnesiah," the prosthetic limb began to transform.