Rog Dorn looked up at the tall decapitator who was heading out the door, and nodded calmly.

As always, his decision was once again correct and necessary - it would be beneficial for both parties to let Jofer de Mukia meet with his legion and the original body in advance.

Actually, if you add himself, it's all three, and it's a win-win situation.

He looked at Forgrim again, his unusually thin face that sent some mixed emotions through the stone's heart, but he still had a businesslike attitude, not the first to speak, but waiting for someone to arrive.

Fogham leaned weakly in his seat, his hands on his laps, spread out, his fingers shaking.

Dorne knew in his heart that this was not a psychological after-effect. The Chemos of today are by no means comparable to what they used to be, and that look reveals many things.

Well, I'm afraid there is only one reason left for them to shake.

"Our journey back was not an easy one. Rogge. Noticing the look in his eyes, Fogham calmly began to explain. We had to fight something, in fact, just before we broke out of Mandeville, we were all still fighting demons. ”

"Detachment?" Dorn asked.

He ignored the demon's business for a moment, just as he chose to ignore Forgrim's wounds for a moment.

He wondered, what level of combat could make a primordial body's body lose its strength and become so tired?

Phoenix smiled slightly, and simply admitted the matter: "Yes, detachment." Without the help of the power armor, I am a little slower than I used to, and I have to put more effort into holding the sword. ”

Speaking of this, he seemed to be interested, leaning forward, his white hair slipping down, covering most of his face, and his eyes looming.

"There's blood everywhere, Rog, I've got to find something to help me hold my sword. I started with rope, but it couldn't handle my strength. Then I found a chain and tied the sword to my arm."

He smiled and stopped talking.

Dorne knew what he was talking about—the habit of tying weapons to oneself in chains was common in many legions, first with war dogs, and later firmly learned by Sigismund.

Then, in the course of his 'exchanges' with the major legions, this practice naturally came into the field of vision of all Astartes.

Fogham had a lot of jokes when he mentioned it, but Dorne couldn't laugh at all. His steadfastness had begun to waver, and after a few more minutes, he finally sighed.

"Fogen."

"Don't." The phoenix softly raised her right hand and stopped him. "It's never too late to talk after that, Rogge."

The rare softness of the stone immediately changed to the usual hardness, and he nodded silently and leaned back, half of his face disappearing into the darkness.

They sat calmly at each other, waiting in absolute silence. There is no doubt that the wait was frustrating, but fortunately it did not last long.

At some point, the temperature of the room began to plummet abruptly, a heavy layer of frost spread across the walls, and the darkness began to dissipate rapidly, to be precise, to be swallowed.

A faint chewing sound came from the void, followed by a sigh, a scold, and a tall figure emerging from the blue light.

The primordials stood up and greeted them in the cold wind, and if outsiders were there, they would be dumbfounded.

Carlil, however, had a headache at this, and he pulled Larch, who was forcibly holding between his ribs and refused to leave, and drove him behind him, while examining Vogrim before the conversation began.

The shadows surged, and he appeared like a ghost in front of the phoenix. The speed and movement was no different from a surprise attack, not to mention that he suddenly reached out and grabbed Vogrim's shoulders.

Phoenix was at ease with this, and even had the leisure to joke: "I've been losing weight lately, Carlil, can you see that?" ”

Carlil glanced at him, nodded, and let go of his hands. Fogram bent down abruptly, and a low growl erupted from his throat, as fierce as a beast.

Pitch-black flames rose abruptly from beneath the robes he was wearing, and quickly spread to the ground around him. They should have set this place on fire and burned all of Terra, but it was extinguished by a single look.

"Sit down first." Carlil retracted his gaze and said with a headache. "You're too reckless, Fogreeme."

Gasping for breath, Phoenix raised his head and showed a forced smile: "It's Fugen." ”

Rock shook his head, and began to hope that Ferus Manus would fall from the sky.

Carlil frowned, the face of the skeleton not obscuring his face. The pale skeleton showed a hideously piercing sharp edge on his neck, raising concerns about whether he would be pierced by them in the next second.

He watched as Fogham sat down before he continued, "It's over, and I can't say anything harsh. You've made your choices, but every choice has a price, Fogen. It's not the best option for you—"

He sighed and shook his head, handing over the initiative of the conversation to Vogrim, as if knowing that Phoenix was going to speak at this juncture.

"—but I didn't have a choice, and now, I've made a choice, and I don't regret it." Fogrem replied with a smile, even shrugging his shoulders.

He acted calmly, as if nothing had happened. Kalil narrowed his eyes, pulled a shadow from behind him with his backhand, and handed it to Fogream.

It was struggling at first and was reluctant, but as Phoenix stretched out its right hand, it quickly changed its mind. The chill flickered, and the shadow man rose.

Dorn instinctively held the armed sword at his waist as he watched as it stabbed into Phoenix's right hand like a sharp blade, and instantly sank into the wound. Fogham let out a low sigh and closed his eyes as if satisfied.

Immediately after that, the air began to boil. The ice melted, the darkness danced wildly, and Fogham's white hair was swept by the sudden wind, and a red-hot spark appeared at the edge.

The color of his hair also changed from the original silver white to the withered white of burning ashes, and the scene was so terrifying, but he had a smile on his face.

If you would call it a smile—the eyes widen to the limit, the corners of the mouth are raised, forcing the muscles to twist and the teeth to be exposed.

Like a bleeding beast.

A few seconds later, a flash of black flame flashed. Fogham stood contentedly, his pitch-black cloak spilling over his shoulders, the edges glowing like a tattered veil forged from darkness. His eyes were eternally ablaze, and the violets were extinguished, and the flames of rage took their place.

Roger Dorn let go of his hand weakly and took a deep breath.

"That's what I want." Phoenix said. "That's what you need, Rogge."

"What do I need?" Dorne asked rhetorically.

"He's going to get to Terra, and you need someone who can fight him."

"He can't even get into the solar system." Dorne said calmly. "We don't need anyone to fight him at all, as long as he dares to step into the solar system, he and his traitors who support him will become garbage in space."

Fogrem looked at him with pity, and shook his head slowly.

"No, it's not." He said. "I know how much thought you've put into the solar system and Terra, Rog. The amount of Zen effort you have put into this is something we can't have imagined, and I have reason to believe that you have thought through every detail. ”

"Ah, let me think. From the route of transport of ammunition, to every omission that the enemy might catch. You might even have deliberately left a few loopholes to use as traps, right? But he's not an enemy these things can deal with, Rogge. You, me, us. The war as we know it is outdated. ”

The phoenix raised his right hand sadly, and his scarred arm poked out from under the cloak, and the names of his arms were extinguished like living creatures, and the flames were overflowing.

"And that's the price." He said heavily. "I paid that price, Rogge. He's not Horus Lupecal, he's a monster through and through. If you're going to deal with monsters, how can guns and artillery be enough? Do you know how to deal with monsters? ”

The phoenix pointed to herself, and her sadness turned into a smile in an instant.

"Become a monster, that's the only way to do it." He said. "So you need me, because sooner or later, he'll arrive in Terra. He's going to do it, you can't even guess what he's going to do."

The phoenix's eyes widened, and the flames burned.

"And I'll kill him." He whispered. "I'll kick him out from under the stolen skin, Rogge, I will, trust me, you have to believe me."

Dorn looked at him in silence, and after a few seconds, he replied, "We'll talk when you've calmed down." ”

He turned and walked out of the room, and Carlil was long gone. Behind him, the Chemus laughed loudly.

——

"He's crazy." Dorn said.

The cold wind was blowing, and there had never been a moment when the boulder had been so emotionally exposed as it was now—of course, the standard was only for himself. His left hand clung to the armed sword at his waist, his teeth clenched. Other than that, it's still that expressionless appearance.

Standing beside him, Carlil looked down at the lights of Terra's homes and nodded softly.

"So, are things really as bad as he says they are?"

"Really, Rogge." Carlil whispered. "Actually, it could be even worse. The power of the subspace is highly poisonous to you, but it is colorless, tasteless, formless, and formless. Very often, it doesn't even need to do anything, just appear, and it's enough for the war to rout. ”

Dorn was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"I'll go to him tomorrow to discuss specific defenses. Ferus has received the news and is rushing back to Terra. St. Giles' whereabouts are unknown, and along with his legion, he has lost a trace in the vicinity of the Signus system."

"Ruth responded to me as soon as possible, but he temporarily said in a vague voice that he had some things to deal with, and he could only send some wild wolves back to defend first."

"Where's Leon?" Carlil asked.

He didn't answer. Dorn said.

The boulder turned around and walked into the fortress. There are no superfluous words, no complaints, no accusations, not even problems.

No matter how things change, he is always the same. Looking at his back, Carlil smiled and left quietly like a breeze.

He still has a lot to do.

The update is complete, a total of 10,000.

(End of chapter)