Chapter 410: Mao Liman, don’t come over here!
Dreams are illusory and fleeting, but in the magical place of subspace, illusory dreams become more real.

It's like suddenly gaining super powers and imagining that you can destroy the world. Ordinary people can't stand this kind of extraordinary temptation, but it is obvious that Rogal Dorn is not an ordinary person.

As the stubborn stone of the empire, the topic terminator, the giant lemon who can completely ignore what others think and focus on one thing, Rogdorn has always been suspected by Hogg to have German ancestry. He once joked that he may have participated in World War II in his previous life and may have eaten rye bread worth 50 marks!
Since confirming that the last dream journey was not an illusion but a real thing, Dorn left the front line of the battlefield and handed over the full command of the Orc Army to Malphite, while he and his descendants began to study this new ability.

Even though it doesn't have the specialized facilities for special attack and scientific research like the Blacklight, the huge Phalanx is not much worse.

After thousands of years of fighting, these sons of Dorne inevitably acquired the habits of greenskins, and because they lived and ate together with the evil orc legions, a unique red-skin Waaaagh energy field had become an indispensable part of their lives.

Come to think of it, they have been fighting the greenskins in this hellhole of the subspace for thousands of years without any logistical support. If they didn't have this kind of plug-in, they wouldn't have survived until now. Otherwise, food supply would be a problem.

Looking at his descendants who have transformed into lemon masters, Dorn doesn't know whether this situation is good or bad, but things have come to this point, and he has no other choice but to hope that his father can think of him and bring people to support him as soon as possible.

Swallowing the last piece of Squiggle steak on the plate, even if it tastes delicious, will make you feel sick if you eat the best thing for ten thousand years.

"Oh~ I really want to eat a piece of lemon milkshake cake!"

"Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Maybe the other brothers are still in dire straits. It's good enough to be able to eat Squig Steak. You have to hold on, Dorn."

Dorn, who was in self-hypnosis, didn't realize that while he thought his other brothers were in dire straits, these good brothers, even on the battlefield, were able to receive sufficient logistical supplies from Black Watch, and even had the leisure to set up a hot pot in the trenches.

Suppressing his physical discomfort and washing down his steak with a glass of Squig, Dorne turned back into the immovable imperial wall, walking towards his offspring who were repeatedly beating a pile of waste.

Seeing his father coming, Sigismund stepped aside and pointed at the ultimate creation in front of him that made him so proud and introduced it:
"Father, please look. Based on your description, I specially made this brainwave enhancer for you. Although its appearance is slightly different, you can fully trust my craftsmanship in terms of its function."

"Yes, Mond, I have no doubt about your craftsmanship. If it weren't for you, we would have run out of ammunition and food thousands of years ago. But tell me, why is there an orc's smiling face on it?"

Looking at this strange orc-style machine in front of him, even though he knew the current situation of the Legion, Dorn couldn't help but complain:

"We are the Imperial Shield after all, you should at least have some Skyhawk decorations! Why do you have an orc smiley face? We are humans, not those screaming orcs. Sigismund, are you awake?"

Perhaps it was because he lacked emotional intelligence, or perhaps it was because he was too deeply assimilated by the Orcs. Sigismund, the former captain of the Imperial Fists, not only did not feel any remorse, but instead pointed out the mistakes of his own Primarch:
"Father, what do you mean by orc style? This is made in the empire, and I hope that when you call my name, you can add the prefix "Chief Technician", otherwise those orc boys will look down on me."

Call ~
Letting out a breath of cold air, Dorn could not ask for more from these descendants who had held out for thousands of years. Just like coaxing a child, he gave Chang'an, his once extremely brave company, the title of Chief Mecha Overlord.

Seeing his offspring shaking his head after being praised by him, and behaving like a real orc, Dorn knew that he could not delay any longer. If he waited any longer, the Fists of the Empire would be in name only and would completely become evil beasts with human faces and beastly hearts.

During these ten thousand years, Dorn had lost count of how many of his descendants he had sent into the stasis field. Even though he knew that the evil orcs had no ill intentions, he could not accept this current situation.

Touching this strange-looking smiley face logo, Dorn could vaguely see the shadow of the Imperial Double Eagle in it. It was because the maker originally wanted to create the Imperial Double Eagle emblem that made this smiley face so strange.

Call ~
Another sigh was heard, and without any hesitation, Dorn sat directly into the brain wave enhancer that looked like it would explode anytime soon. He believed that his offspring would never harm him.

"Let dreams change everything!" As the machine runs, the invisible magnetic field force envelopes the body, and the nerve fluctuations generated in the cerebral cortex are amplified to the limit, making the spiritual power that should have been illusory condense into reality.

After being strengthened, Rogal Dorn felt that he was omnipotent, as if a single thought could tear through metal and cause the brains of thousands of greenskins to explode.

But no matter how strengthened he was, at this moment there was an extremely important problem before him, which was how to fall asleep.

After all, not everyone can be like the dog man and sleep peacefully wherever they go.

As the ultimate bio-humans, sleep has always been a neglected issue for the Primarchs. Due to physical reasons, each Primarch can work continuously for a long time. Even if they are tired, they only need a short rest to recover, which is more durable than machines.

A government official like Guilliman, who is an expert at spreadsheets, can handle government affairs uninterruptedly for a thousand years, and while ensuring the quality of his work, he can work overtime for 25 hours a day.

But is technology such an inconvenient thing?

The Chief Technician Sigismund, who had left earlier, came back and pointed at the huge hammer hidden behind him and said:
"Hehe, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, father. Due to technical reasons, the hypnosis module has not found a model suitable for the original gene. For this reason, I have deliberately followed the example of the predecessors and adopted a more environmentally friendly and pollution-free physical sleep therapy. Are you ready?"

Before Dorn could think about what to prepare, a black shadow attacked his head. It was the war hammer that he had been so sure would not harm his offspring.

"Boom."

With the flashing black light, this father-killing hammer perfectly fulfilled the requirements of physical hypnosis and made Dorn fall into a beautiful sleep like a baby.

Time rotates, cause and effect cycle.

The unique subspace essence of Rogdorn was activated again. With the help of the brain wave enhancer, the gap between dreams and reality became blurred, allowing his consciousness to travel through time and arrive tens of millions of years ago.

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. After a dizzy spell, the great Rogal Dorn opened his eyes, trying to find out where he was and whether that bastard Hogg was nearby.

After slowly adapting to his body, Rogal Dorn suddenly felt something was wrong. Why didn't he turn into an orc this time, but entered the body of a cat? Could it be that dream walking was still random?

"Wait, cat? I remember hearing a fart spirit talking about cats last time, and it seemed to be related to Guilliman."

After thinking for less than half a second, Rogdorn finally remembered the words, but the more he recalled, the more he felt an inexplicable panic, especially after realizing that he had entered the body of a female cat, this panic completely turned into fear.

Just when Dorn was about to slip away, a black shadow threw him to the ground and meowed:
"My beauty, will you sleep with me tonight?"

"Fuck, don't come over here!"

(End of this chapter)