Chapter 838 Yang Cheng: Your mountain formation belongs to me!

"You mean? Dorn also has a Phalanx? How is that possible?" Yang Cheng looked at Malcador beside him curiously, and then looked at the huge Phalanx floating above Terra's orbit like a behemoth with disbelief on his face. It was thousands of miles long and was daunting.

I had to talk my way into getting the Phalanx from the system, and now you're telling me that Dorne has it? Are you kidding me?

Makado nodded with a gloomy face, then walked up to Yang Cheng and handed him a thick document.

This document records in detail the results of the Mechanicus' in-depth research on the Phalanx.

After Yang Cheng received the information, he quickly flipped through it. He soon discovered that the Shanzhen in his hand was named Shanzhen No. 1 by the great sage Anker who was in charge of this research. And the battleship controlled by Dorne, which was also named Shanzhen, was called Shanzhen No. 2.

According to the information, the Phalanx II in Dorn's hand has an extraordinary origin. It is said to be a relic left over from the Human Federation period.

However, compared with Shanzhen No. 1, its size is obviously slightly smaller.

The entire battleship presents a regular disc shape, with a diameter of about 1000 kilometers and the same width. Despite its relatively small size, don't underestimate its strength.

After a careful inspection, Yang Cheng was surprised to find that the Shanzhen No. 2 was equipped with a large number of powerful energy weapons and mysterious time weapons.

Not only that, the ship actually has a complete combat suit production line, and according to relevant research, the combat suits produced here are the original prototypes of the advanced combat suits used by the Nova Federation.

Great Sage Anker was concentrating on studying the mysterious combat uniforms in front of him. His deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the secrets hidden under these cold metal shells.

If this research can achieve a breakthrough, even if it may not have an immediate effect on the current powerful military armament system of the empire, it will undoubtedly become a trump card in future wars.

Looking at the fierce fighting situation now, the Human Federation has demonstrated its amazing high-tech strength. Even the Nova Federation, which has only inherited part of the Human Federation's legacy, can stubbornly resist the Empire's overwhelming and fierce offensive.

Take the pulse rifle that the Nova Federation is currently using in actual combat as an example. Its power is extremely terrifying.

The armor armor equipped on ordinary Astra Militarum soldiers, which once provided an indestructible defense, is now useless.

Just a single pulse beam is enough to easily penetrate this seemingly solid armor and take the soldier's life.

It is true that the Empire possesses an endless supply of Astra Militarum soldiers, but the life of each of them is a precious treasure bestowed by the Emperor, like a shining coin.

But how can these coins be squandered so carelessly? Their existence value is far more than just serving as cannon fodder, and they should not be wasted in vain.

"Now that Dorne already owns the Phalanx, this majestic ship will be mine from now on! I guess that guy doesn't have much interest in this thing." Yang Cheng stared at Malcador with a sly smile on his face, as if he had already seen the scene of himself boarding the Phalanx to command the battle.

However, in the face of Yang Cheng's smug words, Makado just sighed helplessly, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"My Lord, Dorne will be here soon. Don't you really intend to tidy up a bit? At least make yourself look more presentable." Malcador reminded carefully.

"Tidy up? What do I need to sort out?" Yang Cheng asked back with a puzzled look on his face, his eyes still fixed on Makado, seemingly completely unaware of the chaos surrounding him.

At this moment, there was a "whoosh" sound, and a huge wine barrel flew out from nowhere like a cannonball and hit Yang Cheng directly.

"Come on! Catch it, let's drink together!" Accompanied by a rough and bold shout, it turned out that Angron was being forced to drink by Leman Russ. The two of them went back and forth, neither of them giving in, it was very lively.

Looking at other places, Perturabo and a group of Primarchs were all busy with their own tasks, laughing and joking, or talking loudly. The entire palace had been turned into a mess.

Looking at this ridiculous scene, Yang Cheng couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "Alas, I finally understand what you mean, Makado..."

As he spoke, dazzling rays of spiritual energy began to slowly gather on Yang Cheng's palm, flashing with mysterious and powerful power fluctuations.

Then, he took a step forward, walking steadily and forcefully towards Leman Russ, who was leading the crowd.

"Le! Man! Russ!"

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"Are these... my brothers?" Dorn muttered to himself. He was dressed in a blue uniform and walked slowly down from the shuttle with an upright posture.

Two fully armed imperial guards followed them like shadows, and they walked steadily towards the magnificent imperial palace.

The moment Dorne stepped into the palace, a solemn atmosphere greeted him.

However, the first thing that caught his eye was a dozen or so Primarch brothers standing in unison, receiving a stern reprimand.

The only missing members of this queue were Sanguinius and Alpharius.

Among them, the reason why Sanguinius was not present was obviously because he had not committed any fault; as for Alpharius, his whereabouts were erratic as usual, and no one knew where he had gone at this moment.

Dorn's eyes quickly swept over the people in front of him and soon noticed Leman Russ standing in the team.

I saw a shockingly bright red slap mark on the brother's cheek.

The slap mark seemed to have just landed not long ago, and even the golden spiritual power has not yet completely dissipated.

At the same time, Dorn turned his gaze to the wall next to him and was surprised to find that a gap that looked very similar to a human figure had appeared there at some point!

At this moment, a voice suddenly broke the brief silence at the scene: "Are you Dorn?" The person who spoke was Horus. His sharp eyes like an eagle were fixed on the man with a resolute face in front of him, and his eyes revealed a hint of curiosity and scrutiny.

"Yes, I am Rogal Dorn."