"Hey, this is the commander of the Eighth Legion. Hello, commander."
Amit's extremely provocative voice rose and fell.
The Blood Angel walked up to Sevatar's side carelessly, put one hand directly on Sevatar's shoulder armor, and with the other hand he ostentatiously touched the blood-stained chainsword on his waist.
Sevatar's face was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip out of it. Because he had been processing documents all night, the dark circles under his eyes were greener than those of a corpse that had been dead for three months.
"Get away from me."
Saivata said with a straight face, he was obviously not in the mood to slap Amit's hand away.
Beside the two men, Coswayn, who was standing upright, paused hesitantly, then took a step forward.
"This is not a good time to fool around."
The knight briefly said that the inauguration ceremony was about to begin, and the three of them were in the underground preparation room, serving as security guards for the three legions and responsible for the safety of the ceremony.
But no one listened to him.
Amit continued to bare his teeth and provoke Sevatar. The Blood Angel seemed to be upset about not having a bite of Sevatar.
If it was the original Sevatar, Sevatar would have a fight with Amit on the spot after a series of clever swear words and gestures. If it was Sevatar who had just become the legion commander, he would have punched him directly, but now, the current Sevatar,
He just looked stern and rolled his eyes at Amit.
"Praise the God-Emperor, praise the Archangel."
Sevata said expressionlessly. Amit spat fiercely on the ground and pushed Sevata hard.
"Is that how you play it?"
What if he couldn't hear it? This guy was insulting them by saying this.
When this guy said this, if there is a single hair on his body that thinks the same as he said, even Amit will lose!
Sevatar had no expression on his face.
“I don’t understand what you are saying, Amit.”
Amit let out a low growl, "I should have bitten you a long time ago to make you shut up."
The Blood Angel grinned and roared provocatively, but this put an end to his boredom and desire to continue looking for fun or having a fight.
Coswayn, who witnessed the whole process, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. God Emperor, he muttered to himself.
He was not used to this, but it was more like some kind of discourse with key words replaced, and the feelings of the person praying itself did not change much.
He thought that perhaps most of the warriors were like this, some, like Sevatar, did not believe in these things, while others were more devout.
This is... useful.
He heard the rapidly spreading news among the mortals and the auxiliary troops, and heard the golden light of Sanguinius shining on the battlefield.
The rumors were exaggerated, but Costwain was certain that this was not something that an archangel with some knowledge of psychic powers could achieve.
This means…
Faith really works.
They had proven that hell and the devil were real, and now, Costwain began to doubt the possibility of the existence of heaven.
After all—angels really exist.
And right before their eyes.
The Archangel smiled as always, and his wings emitted a faint golden light in the large preparation room—God Emperor! It was not a reflected light, but Coswayen was sure that it was the light emitted by the wings themselves!
The archangel walked into the preparation room first, and people who had been ready rushed forward. The archangel sat down on the sofa, looked at the people, and motioned for them to make way.
Then he spread his wings, which were stained with blood and had knotted feathers.
The people who had just dispersed instantly gathered beside the angel fully armed. They combed his tangled feathers, washed off the blood scabs with warm water, and trimmed the outline of his wings.
The makeup artist bowed, and after receiving an encouraging look from the archangel, the mortal devoutly recited a sentence of praise to the archangel, and then began to apply makeup to the archangel.
Angels are also primarchs who like to use makeup to symbolize something. Costwain once saw the teardrop makeup of Saint Guillemos.
But today the Archangel would not paint this, he would be brighter and more majestic.
Amit grinned, kicked Sevatar again, then ran over happily to help wax the angel's armor.
Kos heard Sevatar's sneering voice.
Kos sighed in his heart, hoping that the pressure on the angel wouldn't be so great, he thought.
Even if the archangel behaves perfectly.
People were still stroking the angel's fur. Coss stared at the scene. This scene... made him feel inexplicably at ease and peaceful.
But this peace was soon interrupted.
A strong smell of blood, mixed with a stench of decay, rushed into the room.
People made terrified noises,
Sevatar beside Kos took action almost immediately. He saw Sevatar trot to another sofa as if he could predict the future, and then shouted to the darkness,
"My Lord, here."
The ball of darkness suddenly slammed into the sofa. He made an unsatisfied chewing sound, and some fragments of flesh and blood fell from his hand.
[… This time it’s purple… ]
Conrad spoke in a low voice, and then he groaned a few words in pain. He kept groaning in a low voice, but no one could hear what he said.
Sevatar winked at the crowd, and the trembling people gathered around him. Sevatar put one hand on Conrad's arm, as if to tell people that the Lord of Night was safe for them now.
They began to try to comb Conrad's hair, which was not easy because the blood and flesh inside had been stuck together for a long time.
By the way, he treated Conrad, the Lord of Night, who had just come down from the battlefield.
Conrad kept whispering, his pupils twitching slightly as the prophecy progressed. Sevatar remained calm and silent, and for a moment, Corsway began to sympathize with Sevatar.
The archangel suddenly spoke, and now people began to blow dry the wet feathers.
The Lord of Night did not answer. Sevatar stared at the archangel and nodded.
The Archangel sighed. As for Sevatar, as for Sevatar who could help him review documents, the Archangel had developed a certain trust in this loyal, reliable, and useful Midnight Lord.
Sevatar approves documents even faster than Azkalon. He has extensive experience in dealing with extreme events and emergency documents.
Before this, Archangel didn't want to lose his brother Curze, and now, he doesn't want to lose Sevatar.
[Sevatar, he will probably explode during the ceremony.]
Sanguinius said softly, still smiling,
[Perhaps you should try the suggestion I gave you.]
Sevatar stared at the archangel, and reluctantly, he nodded.
Sanguinius was watching him personally, so he couldn't continue to fool him.
The Prince of Crows looked at Conrad—
"Pluto..."
The Lord of Night made a choking sound, took a deep breath, and immediately became tired and listless.
Sevatar took a deep breath. He also felt tired. His eyes just went dark and it was not a pleasant feeling.
The Prince of Crows had a bad feeling that this method could not be used often.
Conrad regained consciousness and glanced at Sevatar from under his messy hair, and then the Lord of Night followed Sevatar's gaze - he saw the smiling archangel, so the Lord of Night decisively remained silent.
Archangel, it's scary.
Sanguinius who has not yet become a god, the archangel who is on his way to becoming a god, or... they are all terrible.
Koz took a deep breath, curled up and remained silent.
The Archangel also remained silent, and a delicate silence remained between the two Primarchs.
Coleswain's ears moved, and he heard the steady footsteps -
He walked solemnly to the door, saluted, and then skillfully took the sword handed to him by the Lion King.
[The Seventh Star Region is beyond salvation.]
Leon said, he sat on the sofa on the other side of the archangel, people gathered around and wiped his armor for him,
[Old rules, extermination order.]
The Archangel nodded slightly, and the mortals began to attach gold chains to his wings.
With Baal as the center, the lion began to try to take over the nearby star fields. The angel handed this matter over to Leon - he also saw that the ambitious Leon was keen on this. The lion even rarely asked the angel for supplies.
The Archangel vaguely knew the secret of the First Legion, so he let his Knight Commander go and no longer asked any questions.
The archangel suddenly asked,
[Does the First Legion still have enough torpedoes? ]
The lion paused.
[The more the better.]
Leon said, tapping his hands on the armrest of the sofa.
[There is too much that needs to be destroyed.]
[Leon, we need resources.]
[I left behind some mining planets, nest cities with large production capacity, and agricultural planets, but I still need to further clear out the existence on them.]
The Archangel paused, his mouth opened.
[… People are also a resource, you need to keep some of them… and respond to distress signals that can be rescued. ]
The more people there are and the more faith there is, the more people they can save.
The Lion King smiled.
[Then why don't you persuade him to slaughter innocent Conrad crazily in your territory? ]
Koz let out a strange cry but didn't say anything in rebuttal.
The Archangel had to explain on behalf of the Lord of Night.
[Lion, you know that those he cleared out were all traitors and heretics.]
The angel authorized his Inquisitor the power of internal purification. The good news is that with Conrad's sensitivity to crime, he can dig out those fallen souls in advance.
The bad news is that Conrad's definition of crime is extremely strict, but in this environment where a cultist could pop up anywhere, the Lord of the Night has no time to judge sinners with "light crimes".
At least Conrad's existence prevented this precarious empire from falling into crisis due to internal corruption.
The lion king snorted coldly, closed his eyes and remained silent.
The Archangel sighed and he moved his wings again so that people could spray him with perfume.
Even if he is the Primarch, he would not be clean, spotless or even smell fragrant just after coming down from the battlefield.
But people hope he is.
If you want to build faith, the first step is to build an idol - perfect.
This is the role of Sanguinius, the Archangel.
No more. Yay!
(End of this chapter)