[Baal Battlefield]
[No, never.]
Archangel Sanguinius said calmly, his bloodshot eyes reflecting the abominable monster in front of him.
He spread his wings and slowly rose into the air, the spear in his hand gleaming with the brilliant sunset of Baal.
Under the Archangel, the Khorne demon who called himself Kabanha was panting heavily, with many violent wounds on his body.
It shows how cruel and crazy its war with Sanguinius was.
The bloodthirsty demon gasped, still making its final struggle.
"You should join us, perfect angel."
The Mad Demon gave a wild laugh and looked into the distance. On the battlefield of Baal, the bodies of the Blood Angels and the Blood Demons were piled together.
Scarlet armor, scarlet flesh, scarlet blood, scarlet dyed everything red.
Eight minutes ago, Kabanha used the connection between the Blood Angels and Sanguinius, and with sufficient preparation, he killed 888 Blood Angels in just a moment.
The huge pain before the offspring's death shocked Sanguinius, and directly knocked Sanguinius down from the air while he was fighting with Kabanha.
White feathers fluttered in the wind.
And because of the archangel's own pain, they all ignited in bloody flames and eventually turned into nothing.
The angel fell, and Chaos's own whispers rang in his ears, earnestly guiding him to the true way out.
In that brief moment of coma, the archangel seemed to have experienced hundreds of years.
He heard lies that were truer than reality, and saw a future that was more reliable than history. In his bizarre dreams, he saw the horrible, degenerate future of humanity.
Brothers betrayed, the galaxy burned, stars fell, and in the next ten thousand thousand years, humanity would no longer exist, only war would remain.
Finally, a false god named Blood God reached out to him, promising him everything he desired, promising a future in which his descendants' genetic disease and blood thirst could be cured.
The angel lowered his eyes calmly.
He remembered the conversation between Horus and him that day at the Warmaster Ceremony, and the reactions of the Emperor and all parties after the farce in Nikaea.
He recalled his own reasoning.
Whatever exists within the Warp is the Emperor's true enemy.
And now, the Blood Angels, along with Baal, have fallen into darkness.
The sudden appearance of the demon army, the seducing bloodthirsty demon Kabanha, the existence called the Blood God...
All of this strongly proves the point that Sanguinius had previously deduced.
Imperial truth is a lie.
It has been like this from beginning to end.
God exists, and he lives in the disorderly heaven.
And now, one of them reached out his hand to him.
+Come on, my proudest child, I give you everything. +
What should he say at this time
Sanguinius thought that now there was only one last piece of the puzzle left in his deduction.
He thought of Luojia.
The Archangel opened his lips and gave his answer to the Blood God's invitation.
"For the God-Emperor—"
Sanguinius opened his eyes.
The archangel who was falling rapidly from the sky suddenly rose up!
The next moment, in the gap before anyone could react, Sanguinius threw a spear that pierced through everything at Kabanha!
This was a fatal blow, a blow that determined the direction of the next war. The archangel who woke up from the blood god illusion directly started fighting with Kabanha.
Eight minutes later, that is, now, the Angel facing Cabanha only needs one final blow.
Facing Kabanha, who was struggling to death but still wanted to invite him, Sanguinius only said one word softly.
[No.]
The angel said, and the next moment, a spear of pure rage drove away the bloodthirsty demon.
The archangel took a deep breath and hovered above the bloody battlefield. The sunset of Baal covered him with a dazzling and gorgeous winged cloak.
The last words of the demon still echoed in his ears.
[Oh, the Divine Emperor...]
Sanguinius's whispers were broken in the wind.
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Guilliman ran, his footsteps echoing in the corridor, and the Librarian behind him shouted his name.
If Guilliman stopped, they were expected to catch up with him in thirteen seconds.
Robert Guilliman believed that he could survive for more than thirteen seconds on his own. What's more, the most powerful person in this assault team was the Primarch.
There was an insurmountable gap between the combat power of the Primarch and the Space Marines. If Guilliman really had to face an enemy that was capable of matching him, then he was sure that his offspring would not be able to help him much.
Sometimes, he has to stand up, because he is the only one.
As Guilliman moved deeper into the battleship, an ominous blood mist began to rise.
Guilliman's breathing paused for a moment.
He saw his Ultramarines, the warriors emerging from the mist, their gold and blue armour clean and gleaming.
What's going on
Guilliman subconsciously tightened his grip on the Akagi dagger. Based on the shoulder armor of those warriors, the Lord of Macragge successfully identified the identities of these people.
Some of them were Ultramarines from the 19th and 20th Chapters on duty at the World Eaters Harbor, while others were Ultramarines who were sent into the sea of fire to rescue the World Eaters after the explosion.
What on earth is going on? !
And now, his descendants were rushing towards him from all directions in the blood mist.
[Stop!]
Guilliman's majestic rebuke sounded,
[Warrior, tell me your name and why you are here! ]
The Ultramarines in front of him stopped and saluted respectfully.
"My name is Boris, sir. We had intended to go to the World Eaters' command room for support, but when we received the signal from your armor, according to Article 8 of the Battle Code, xii., we chose to reinforce you first."
Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief, but he subconsciously felt that something was wrong. He stared at the Ultramarines Boris in front of him, still on guard.
[Did you just see an Ultramarines... smearing the mark of the religion with mortal blood? ]
Boris paused, and Guilliman saw the warrior glance back slightly at his comrades, who also looked back at him.
Finally, Boris spoke hesitantly.
“My Lord, this mist seems to be producing some kind of hallucination. Some of our battle-brothers saw… strangely behaving World Eaters, but not the Ultramarines you speak of.”
Guilliman was silent. Hallucination - Guilliman knew from the Death Guard that the creatures of the Warp loved to use illusions to weaken people's mental strength, so that they could harm humans more conveniently.
[This is a common method used by the creatures in the subspace. My warriors, please remain extremely vigilant.]
Guilliman paused, staring at the Ultramarines, wondering whether to wait for the Librarians to arrive, but most likely, they would not be able to make it.
But even if they arrived, could Guilliman still trust them
Should Guilliman trust them? But what if the hallucination just now was instigated by the enemy
After a brief moment of reflection, the Primarch made his choice.
The blue-helmeted group began to move again through the fog, heading for the World Eaters' command room.
Now, Guilliman thought, Mortarion's face began to look familiar.
In the office above Macragge, Mortarion let out a deathly roar.
[It's been three days.]
The Lord of Death said to himself,
[I think it's time to hold a funeral for the Lord of Macragge.]
No more, yay!
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