Long ago, Sanguinius understood a truth.
People need an angel.
A holy, heroic, perfect archangel.
This is Sanguinius,
He spread his wings, provided shelter to those in desperate need, and brought them spiritual refuge.
He is perfect and powerful.
But is this really the truth about the thing called "Sanguinius"
Anger welled up beneath the broken mask.
—————
[so,]
The angel smiled, his scarlet pupils were hidden by his slightly narrowed eyes, and no sadness or joy could be seen.
[None of you wishes to betray the Empire.]
He stated the fact calmly, and this time, no one would disturb him.
Sanguinius breathed calmly, the Archangel now sitting - the thing he used as a simple chair was still trying to struggle, and Curze under him made a gurgling sound of coughing up blood, as if trying to refute Sanguinius's thoughts.
The angel's wings moved and gave Coze a wing roughly. After a few sounds of broken bones, the Lord of the Night completely quieted down.
"Sitting" opposite the archangel was Leon Jonson, the lion leaning against the bulkhead with his whole body exhausted, and the flowing blood "frozen" him to the wall.
Even in his rage, the Archangel was well aware of the different bottom lines of each Primarch.
However, this lion has more than 30 broken bones.
[So,] the angel smiled, [what is going on now?]
[A completely destroyed Glorious Queen, two legions fighting each other.]
The lion hissed out his words, and even when he was dragged away by the Archangel's "force", he still maintained his pride.
[Curze betrayed and tried to kill Fulgrim.]
The truth was told, and in a trance, the Lion King felt that the person in front of him was not an angel, but something... more terrifying.
The smile disappeared from the angel's mouth.
He had a cold face and lowered his eyes.
[Then let me see the truth.]
Sanguinius said nonchalantly as he reached out and removed the gauntlet on one hand, revealing his armor covered hand.
Leon's eyes suddenly widened.
The Archangel had nails that were just as sharp as Curze's, but neater.
Sanguinius tilted his head, as if he was picking something out. Finally, he chose a spot on Konrad Curze's neck that looked relatively intact.
The archangel casually wiped the skin with his hand.
[Forgive me Koz,]
The Archangel said gently,
[This determines whether I will kill you next.]
Space Marines can drink or eat the flesh and blood of their enemies to gain certain information and memories of their enemies.
Among the several legions, the Ninth Legion was the most obsessed with this before Sanguinius returned. This ability was not just for obtaining information, but instead became a kind of cruel instinct.
In high-intensity battlefields, the Ninth Legion would even commit cannibalism.
Hence, they got a fearsome title -
Ghoul.
It was not until the return of Sanguinius to the Legion that the situation of the IX Legion improved, and that period of history was eventually abandoned and hidden in the depths of history.
Conrad seemed to be trying to struggle, but after being slapped by the angel's wings, it looked like his jaw was completely shattered, so he couldn't say a word of resistance.
The fingertips pierced the skin and blood flowed out.
It wasn't the worst yet, the angel thought - no matter how filthy the traitors were, their blood was still bright red.
It was hard to say what would happen to the Archangel after that, as he had seen with his own eyes what became of those converted cultists.
Sanguinius raised his hand and drank the Night Lord's testimony.
The three of them were still in the hissing and leaking space capsule. The temperature inside the capsule was now almost the same as the vacuum outside, but the archangel had no desire to change the trial location.
After experiencing the real rage and the real bloody hell just now, the two feuding Primarchs agreed that it was really possible for the Angels to throw one of them into the vacuum.
Leon was silent. He looked at Sanguinius. The archangel drank the blood too skillfully, even with a little urgency.
The blood spread, and the archangel closed his eyes calmly. He lowered his hands casually in a somewhat dejected manner, and blood dripped from his fingertips.
The archangel's eyelids trembled slightly, he seemed to be experiencing nightmare after nightmare, he couldn't help twitching slightly.
The cabin was silent. The stars peered at the three Primarchs through the cracks in the cabin. The constant sun of Baal cast a clear boundary between light and dark in the cabin.
For a moment, the King of Caliban's instincts told him to draw his sword and prepare for battle, his enemy being the archangel in front of him.
But the next moment, that intuition quickly dissipated, without a trace, turning into dust.
The archangel was deeply trapped in hallucinations, and the corners of his mouth trembled, and then the arc became larger and larger—
[… God Emperor above. ]
Leon's pupils trembled violently. He, as well as Koz, clearly heard what Sanguinius had just said.
Sanguinius has finally gone mad?!
Leon began to struggle, and the knight of Caliban struggled to stand up again, trying to reach the sword that lay on the ground.
An unarmored hand took the one he extended firmly.
No way forward.
Leon steadied his thoughts, he calmly turned his head and saw the archangel with a stern face and tears of blood in the corners of his eyes.
[… I’m fine. ]
Sanguinius croaked,
But he did not answer Leon in the same way when he held the lion king's hand. The hand was clenched tighter and tighter - this made the already broken arm armor completely unable to bear the weight, and the lion's blood flowed out from between the archangel's clenched fingers.
The scarlet eyes were fixed on the thick fog of Caliban. After reading Curze's memory, the angel seemed to have a brief hatred towards the Lion King.
After a brief confrontation, Leon silently gave up the wrestling and stepped back again. The archangel loosened his hand with satisfaction, and blood dripped from his palms.
[Now let’s see yours.]
Sanguinius deadpanned as the vampire began to drink blood, and to the Lion's subtle displeasure, the Archangel quickly detached from the Lion's memories.
Sanguinius was silent, staring at the lion in silence. At a certain moment, Leon suspected that the sculpture named "Archangel" had been broken.
The Archangel sighed deeply and deeply.
He buried his flawless face in his hands, which were dirty with blood, and rubbed his face in self-abandonment.
Then the angel raised his face and stared at the lion expressionlessly,
[Now,]
I declare my verdict.
Sanguinius said,
[You, the Dark Angels and the Night Lords, can be stationed in Baal, and can only - must be stationed in Baal. The power of the Empire cannot withstand another internal conflict like this. ]
[What's the meaning?]
The lion stared at the angel with a playful look.
[Sanguinius, you mean—Konrad Curze is innocent?]
The angel paused for a moment.
[No,]said Sanguinius.[He is guilty.]
You probably have, too, Leo.
The angel said sullenly in his heart.
But telling him about Fulgrim's prophecy now might just be a waste of trouble.
[Conrad Curze can be locked up, but as long as the Night Lords are willing to cooperate, then they are welcome in Baal.]
[besides,]
The angel narrowed his eyes.
[Leon, I think you should learn a sentence. ]
[What?]
[For the Divine Emperor.]
This is their last medicine.
No more, yay!
(End of this chapter)