They filled the Crimson Hall of Angel Castle.
The exhaust fumes from the power armor and the scent of spices from the brazier mixed together and filled the hall.
All gathered here are the descendants of Sanguinius.
He is the noblest and most troublesome Astartes Brother in the Empire.
They wore armor of different colors such as black, red, white, and gold.
The armor also has decorations of different styles.
These warriors come from different worlds and have different customs, habits, and fighting beliefs.
However, none of these things can conceal the fact that they share the same blood.
Their bloodline comes from a great hero.
Baal is holy to them all, and home to them all.
From the moment they merged into the Holy Blood, they were already bound to Baal.
Grim Guards, Bloodletters, Holy Angels, Crimson Fortitude, Golden Sons, each chapter is a loyal protector of the Empire.
They have their own legendary stories and achievements.
Traveling across the galaxy, fighting in the name of Sanguinius, fighting as the Emperor's subjects.
They are far apart, but their blood is connected.
Time has changed their temperament and traditions.
Let them become similar over time.
They have the same snow-white, tough skin.
Also has fangs.
Has the same flaws.
These things all represent that they are of the same kind.
At this moment, the wandering sons of Sanguinius returned home.
They came back to sacrifice.
No warrior thought he could survive the terrifying insect swarm.
The Empire and Tyranids fought so many battles.
The terrifying reputation of the Zerg has long been spread.
The Sons of Sanguinius had prepared themselves to be killed.
For the glory of Sanguinius, for the slim chance of victory, they were willing to die.
The host's blood slaves were beside them, waiting to be served the meal.
There were spiced wines fortified with vitamins, Baal's special meats, and other snacks.
The soldiers talked to each other in hushed voices and drank the fine wine that was brought out from the cellar.
Space Marines must fight like heroes, and get drunk like heroes.
This is the tradition of Astartes.
To die on the battlefield like a hero is also the fate of a hero.
The son of Sanguinius never feared such a fate.
Just like Sanguinius does not fear his own death.
They inherited the courage and fearlessness of their Holy Father to defy fate.
Beautiful notes like heavenly music rang out in the hall.
Everyone stopped talking or eating and listened to the music.
A group of childlike mechanical angels flew in from the main entrance, singing above the Space Marines' heads.
The Holy Blood Guards walked in from the gate, holding flags and dividing into two columns.
Dante walks in wearing a Sanguinius mask.
There is a blood-red gem on the forehead of the mask, containing a drop of Sanguinius' blood.
Extracted during the Great Crusade and sealed inside a gem, it was used to enhance the mask's majesty, giving it the dignity of Sanguinius.
Behind Dante is the company champion holding the holy relic.
Many of them are relics of Sanguinius, his former weapons, former armor, fallen wings, etc.
Each one is so sacred.
The Sons of Holy Blood gazed at these relics and fell into silence.
Dante walked up to the platform and looked through his masked eyes at the warriors who shared the same blood as him.
"My brothers," Dante said with sadness in his voice, "I am glad that you have answered Baal's call."
Many warriors stared at Dante, waiting for him to continue.
Dante looked to the company champion behind him, showing the relics to everyone.
"The relics my warriors and their servants carry date back to the time of Horus's betrayal against our beloved Emperor. These armors, these weapons, date back to the most terrible war of all."
Dante pointed to the Crimson Grail and the reliquary containing the Primarch's Feather. "And this, too. They bear witness to our Father's death. Both are vessels that contain his relics. Nothing could have caused greater pain to the Blood Chapter than to see our Father fall to the blade of his hateful brother."
"If we have experienced the Black Rage without end, we have all recalled the death of Sanguinius, and felt the eternal pain when Horus' claws pierced him. That pain will never disappear. It flows in our blood, becoming our flaws and our nobility."
"Our Lord's sacrifice established the future of humanity. The Emperor was victorious and order was restored. Now, we will follow our Lord's path. We will sacrifice for the greater good and for those who need our protection."
"The Blood-Red Line must not be breached by the Tyranids, otherwise the northeastern part of the Milky Way will no longer have the power to defend itself, the Ultramarine will be devastated, the Human Empire will suffer a heavy blow, and hundreds of billions or even trillions of humans will become food for the Tyranids."
Dante's voice grew louder, filled with the anger of a son of Sanguinius. "I am sorry that I summoned you back to Baal the first time, only to sacrifice you. We are the heirs of Sanguinius's will, and what is to come will test us all. When you look to the sky for the stars, you will find that you cannot see them, for the Zerg fleet has blotted out their light. The waves of those monsters are endless."
"If you talk to the psykers and the Librarians, you will know that the Warp is shrouded in them. We are alone and helpless. We will fight alone in the dark. Everything you know will tell you that we cannot win this battle."
Sanguinius's red fury radiated from his body like slow ripples in a pool of blood, and everyone felt its touch.
The desire to fight beat strongly in the twin hearts of all the warriors in the hall.
They want to roar and fight.
Want to vent eternal rage.
"Even though hope is for naught, and darkness is about to consume us, I still tell you that the sons of Sanguinius will triumph. With blade, with shell, with plasma and with laser, we will cut them into pieces. With the power of our blood, we will cast them back into the void. We will unleash upon the monster the unfathomable fury of Sanguinius."
Dante hammered on the perfect marble slab on the table, cracking its surface. "We shall stop the Leviathan at Baal, and the Empire shall survive. By the blood on my forehead and the blood of this life, by the name of Sanguinius, I swear it."
"In the name of Sanguinius."
"In the name of Sanguinius."
"In the name of Sanguinius."
The warriors beat their breastplates with one hand and roared.
Their emotions are so strong and their will to fight is so strong.
It is difficult for anything to completely destroy them.
It would be a mistake for the Tyranids to choose the Baal System.
The sons of Sanguinius will never give up this system to them easily.
Unless the holy blood is shed.
Dante looked at everyone and smiled.
The sons of Sanguinius fear no sacrifice.
"Quiet." Dante stretched out his hand and made a powerful gesture, and everyone fell silent. "Now let's discuss what we should do, which is how to destroy Hive Fleet Leviathan."
A holographic sphere is activated.
A penetrating humming sound is added to the noise of the room.
Projection equipment hidden in the ceiling and walls, with the help of computer slaves, drew a glowing star map.
A portion of the Ultramarine was floating in the hall.
Every detail is flawless and clearly displayed in front of everyone.
A broad trail runs through the center of the Ultramarine, a bloody red scar.
Balor's light shines brightly in the center.
The Hades star system, with its binary star system, burns in the southwest.
There was a terrible battle.
Dante made a deal with an undead overlord to use the power of the star to ignite the galaxy.
The planets in the scar are all red.
They are still poisoned by the old wars.
To date, it has not been recovered.
The mad ancestors usurped the power of the stars to create a red scar zone.
Humanity is always tormented by the memory of a past that is gone.
Bear the sins and harms of those ancestors.
The world inside the Red Scar is sparsely populated compared to other places in the empire.
But it is the most powerful fortress in the northeastern part of the Extreme Star Domain. Once it is broken through by the Zerg, those galaxies will no longer have any barriers. It goes without saying what fate those worlds will face.
The light flickered and took shape, and planets appeared in everyone's eyes.
Representatives of the Chapters are like gods of war gazing down from the sky upon the mortal realms.
They looked at those worlds and got all the information about them from the jumping text and data.
The signs and data appeared after the planet appeared.
First up is the name of the galaxy, displayed next to the numerous starlights.
Next came taxes, population, military strength, and local rulers.
Galaxy orbits mark the orbits of galaxies, the boundaries of regions, anomalies that protrude from their borders, and important mining stations and outposts.
With so much data, the map looks cluttered.
Of course, this problem is nothing to the Astartes monks.
They have super information processing capabilities.
In a matter of seconds, they can record all the information.
And sketched out a dynamic picture of the Tyranid Zerg attack in his mind.
This information is provided by the Astronomican and the Adeptus Mechanicus.
A lot of information is outdated and is for reference only.
The empire is too large, and updating the star map requires at least a hundred years.
The Tyranids are coming in full force, so there is naturally no time to update the map.
The Zerg's shadow engulfed the stars, and its tentacles spread across the galaxy.
Many worlds have been devoured.
Some updates are on the star map, and some are not updated.
The empire's communications were seriously backward.
Information among many departments is difficult to communicate.
A war may take hundreds or even thousands of years to spread to another place.
Even if someone knows that something has been compromised and updates their database.
However, they were also unable to quickly transmit these updated databases to other units.
Fragmented and severely delayed intelligence meant that the Blood Chapters were unable to learn about the dynamics of the Hive Mind in a timely manner.
The only way they can grasp the movements of the Leviathan Zerg fleet is by placing ships and monitoring along the way.
"These are the traces left by Hive Fleet Leviathan." Dante pointed to the star map, and a track appeared in the projection. "For decades, it has been moving in this direction, devouring all the worlds it encounters on the road. Of course, this simulation speeds up thousands of times. The Tyranids devour a world every few months or years, and continue to branch out tentacles. These tentacles devour worlds one after another, constantly growing themselves, and then splitting into smaller tentacles again."
"The Tyranids do not use the Warp to travel, and can only fly in the real universe. However, they have violated the laws of nature through some mechanism, and their ships can travel faster than the speed of light. Their speed gives us a small strategic advantage."
"But this strategic advantage cannot help us win the war. The Zerg fleet is too powerful. And as it advances, the Zerg becomes more powerful. Every world devoured strengthens it in numbers and types."
"The Blood Angels have fought the Leviathan fleet many times, successfully stopping them several times."
A small-scale star map appears in a glowing rectangle separate from the larger-scale star map.
It showed two routes for the Zerg fleet, one brighter than the other.
"It is for this reason that the Tyranids actively seek to destroy the Blood Angels Chapter. Otherwise it would never have entered Red Samba, instead turning to worlds with dense populations or intact natural systems."
"From the initial information provided by the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Inquisition, the Tyranids prefer planets with high-density life. The planets in the Red Scar do not conform to their characteristics at all. Each world is basically desolate and toxic. It is very abnormal for a predator like the Tyranids to choose such an area. The only explanation is that they are trying to achieve a strategy, and this strategy is the Baal system. The reason why they do this behavior that violates the common sense of predators is to seek the complete destruction of Baal."
"This statement is really hard to believe. They are animals and will not have any thoughts of revenge." said a chapter master.
"You are wrong," said Mephiston.
"What is the truth?" asked another Chapter Master.
"I have observed the shadow of the Warp cast by the Tyranids, and I have seen the entity behind it. The Tyranids that attacked our galaxy were not an army of individuals, or even a group of social animals. The Tyranids were a single entity, a creature with a soul and a mind, a terrible enemy that existed in dimensions unimaginable."
"Is it really possible that all those monsters are the embodiment of one consciousness?"
"If so, it's not too horrible, right? How can it maintain itself over such a long distance? If it can't maintain itself, how can it guarantee that every split will obey itself?"
"If the other party uses the shadow of the warp to affect the real body, then why don't we transfer the war to the warp, destroy them mentally, and let the real body collapse."
"It's impossible. The shadow of the warp is too terrifying. No psyker can resist that terrible power."
"Indeed, we can only attack from reality, kill them, and weaken the shadow."
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The quarrels among the numerous battle groups made the scene chaotic.
Dante held out his hand, motioning for the men to be quiet.
"It is our mission to stop the Tyranids. This battle can only be fought on the real plane. We will stop the Tyranids on Baal. If we succeed, they will be trapped in the Red Scar where there is nothing and starve. They will continue to weaken and finally be completely destroyed. I already have a comprehensive plan. Perhaps you can give me some new suggestions and supplements."
Deafening cheers broke out and many hands pounded on the table causing it to shake.
When the cheering died down, Dante spoke of his plans and the defense of the starry sky.
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The Blood Chapter was united by Dante in the name of Sanguinius.
As time went on, the remaining battle groups continued to arrive from various places.
Before the Shadow of the Warp completely cut off Warp travel.
Dante received 28,000 Astartes warriors.
They were from different chapters.
There are no vacant berths in the low-Earth orbit of the three worlds.
, every anchorage is crowded with ships.
Battleships, cruisers, and so on, are all suspended in low Earth orbit.
Many chapters have responded to the call of their parent chapter with all their might.
Their ships formed a metallic defense for the Baal system.
Dante hopes that these ships can help them firmly hold the void's defense line in the upcoming battle.
That is the key to victory.
Of course, he also knew that this idea was extravagant.
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The orbit around Baal is packed.
The Blood Chapters that responded to the call rushed to the place where Sanguinius first spread his wings.
They made the pilgrimage like devout believers.
This behavior makes them powerful.
To make them feel that Sanguinius is with them.
On the other side, in Castel Sant'Angelo, Dante also met with each newly arrived regiment and arranged their positions in his plan.
It is worth mentioning that these chapters brought some brand new information to Dante.
The Empire is at war with Abaddon on Vigilance.
It is said that one, or perhaps two, Primarchs have returned, and are leading their armies on expeditions.
This incident excited Dante.
If this is true, then it means there is still hope for the empire.
If they could get the support of the Holy Father's brothers, they might have more chances of winning.
Unfortunately, the information obtained by these Blood Regiments was also incomplete.
The horrific warp storm shattered the Astropathic system.
People can only guess the truth from limited information.
Some say that the Emperor has risen, and is already walking Terra, deposing the incompetent High Lords.
Some people also say that Guilliman and Lion have resurrected, and the Great Crusade has been restarted by them, and humans are about to declare war on Chaos and aliens.
There are many powerful and terrifying human armies sailing the galaxy.
News of war was everywhere.
There was some news of victory.
There was also bad news.
No one can tell whether it is true or false.
The warp storm is terrible.
A great rift cuts off everything.
Dante is very concerned about this. If he can get assistance from the empire, the situation will be much better.
Unfortunately, the astropaths' chorus could not penetrate the storm.
This is true even with the help of Mephiston and the think tanks of many chapters.
It's very difficult.
As time goes by, the shadow cast by the Zerg becomes more and more terrifying.
Astropathic Calls can no longer resist the roar of the Hive Mind.
The Warp became extremely peaceful throughout the galaxy.
Even the ether currents stopped.
Information can no longer be transmitted, and psychics find it difficult to draw power from the warp. Instead, they are tortured by the shadows of the warp to the brink of collapse.
The Great Devourer is getting closer.
Nightmares plagued everyone.
Control is becoming increasingly strict.
The defenders of Baal were all busy.
They ran around, reinforcing the final fortifications and delivering the produced weapons and ammunition to designated locations.
Soon, the suspended satellite released on the outskirts of the dark void of the Baal galaxy was triggered, conveying a message to everyone.
Tyron is here.
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Tyranid ships travel at faster-than-light speeds.
This means they are outside the light cone.
If we use the mystical explanation, it means that they are outside of fate.
The propagation of light is cone-shaped along the time axis, and scholars of the Mechanicus call it the light cone.
People outside the light cone cannot understand what is inside the light cone.
The Leviathan fleet runs faster than light, and their positions can only be observed through the subspace, making it difficult to find their traces in the real universe.
When they get close to their target, they slow down and use biological engines for propulsion.
When the first biological ship appeared on the outskirts of the galaxy.
Plasma gas gushed out from the weapon platform, gathering into a beam that hit the thick biological chitin.
Blank shells exploded where they cut deep into the squirming wound.
The biological turrets and sharp corners were destroyed by intensive firepower.
The thick tentacles were broken off from the base by the gunfire.
It became the first victim.
Nothing can withstand such a high-intensity attack.
The hull became fragmented and floated forward due to inertia.
Air and moisture poured from the exposed hull, condensing in the void.
Sleeping inside the hull, waiting to be awakened and thrown into battle, the Zerg individuals were frozen in the low temperature.
At this time, the Baal galaxy was densely populated with weapon platforms, torpedo silos and booby-trapped minefields.
They connected to form a huge spider web.
Stretching from the edge of the Dark Realm to the orbit of the Baal System itself.
Ships flickered in the defensive grid.
Fast gunboats and exploration ships have nothing but weapons and engines.
They are quickly constructed in the ports of the void and then towed onto the battlefield.
Ships from various regiments were assembled and divided into several battle groups, cooperating with each other in an effort to control the entire sky domain.
A large number of biological ships appeared in the dark universe, and they were all different.
Some look like slugs, and some look like void whales.
Some bear a passing resemblance to marine life, but are enlarged a million times in size.
Some biological ships have huge blades on their heads and their bodies are covered with thick biological armor.
A ship with tentacles, a ship with a crest, a ship with a tail.
Many of the ships had unusually long tails, like deep-sea jellyfish.
Every possible way of combining organisms is presented to the eye.
These combinations originated from the evolution of different races, and are now being absorbed by the Tyranids.
They are forced to submit to the will of the hive with terrifying consistency.
The servitor responsible for processing detection data was twitching.
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands.
The number kept rising, and the massive amount of data almost caused the detection machine slaves to crash.
There were constant ringing of bells and alarms, dutches and shouts.
While the Tyranids' weapons were not as powerful as those of the Empire, they were far more numerous.
The void shield was twisted or penetrated by the impact of torpedo spines and living missiles.
The fast-flying biological predators dashed through the green flames of bioplasma jets.
Poisonous stingers spurt out from the squirming holes.
Those behemoths and imperial battleships that are more than 20 kilometers long are no less impressive.
A huge biological transport ship covered with thick black pipes.
The huge, gnarled teeth are ejected from the tube by the movement of muscles.
The teeth fly through space and explode the moment they hit the hull, releasing swarms of metal-eating creatures.
The fighting on the void battlefield was extremely brutal.
Communications between human fleets were extremely noisy.
Each captain was shouting orders, completing maneuvers to save his ship or find an angle to kill the enemy.
They rely on a void defense system built with weapon platforms, torpedo silos, nuclear missiles and other weapons.
Continuously killing the Tyranid Zerg fleet.
A large number of Zerg ships turned into fragments and floated in the void.
However, in the face of overwhelming advantage.
The Tyranids still managed to bypass the void defense systems, and their huge biological ships crashed into the three planets.
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Bawei I.
Mephiston walked deep into the bloodstone mines with the Librarians selected from various chapters.
Bloodstone is a symbol of honor for an Astartes Brother of the bloodline of Sanguinius.
Mount Krull on Baltimore is the only place that produces bloodstone.
Ornaments made from polished bloodstone not only have symbolic meaning.
Each piece is able to resonate slightly with the host mentally.
Individually, these ores are too small to have any effect on the bearer.
But in places where there are abundant minerals, they can amplify their spiritual power.
It can help psykers better control and drive the power of the warp.
When they stood in the bloodstone mine.
The light emitted by the soul in the warp will become brighter.
Mephiston chose this place for a reason.
Here, the Librarians can ignore the shadow of the subspace caused by the invasion of the Tyranids and get rid of the terrible feeling of suffocation and pressure.
They draw strength from here and thus restore their weary souls.
Mephiston and the others walked into a hall made of bloodstone crystals and filled with blood-red light.
As they walked in, psychic tentacles swirled out from their heads.
Every think tank can feel the deep subspace through the Bloody Hall, which is countless times easier than usual.
They can feel the fullness of power.
If they wanted, they could easily call upon even more terrifying power of the subspace.
There are many special things in the bloodstone mine.
The most special thing is that the bloodstone crystals here will heal and grow automatically, just like a living silicon organism.
Mephiston and others found a flat open space.
They formed a circle.
Share each other's blood.
Use this ritual to gain a closer relationship.
They then lent their psychic powers to Mephiston.
The light of the ruby became extremely strong, showing a property that went beyond the normal properties of light.
He chanted ancient incantations.
With the help of other think tanks, Mephiston's soul was sent into the unpredictable and incomprehensible subspace.
Through this ritual, Mephiston saw horrible things.
Two demon armies, one black and one red.
They fought on a plain of bones.
An angel-shaped door of red light opens from the demon world and connects to a real world.
There are stars next to that world, and a curved line of a red world.
Its two moons were surrounded by fighting ships.
That's Barr.
The demon is watching Baal.
Whoever is victorious will gain access to the Gates of Baal.
Mephiston's eyes became firm, he would not allow failure.
He must protect Baal from the Angel's Bane.
If he could repel the Blood God's servants, he could use this mine to leverage the power of the Warp and repel the Zerg.
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The dark sky was illuminated by the bright lights of lasers and explosions.
The light of war illuminated the frightened faces of the people of Baal.
They stood on their defense line, trembling all over.
A strange roar came from a distant place.
Thunderhawks, Stormbirds, Valkyries and other fighters roared past.
The flames from the explosions they create can be seen from far away.
The Tyranids are gathering, and they will attack soon.
"Father."
Watching the artillery fire and the dark shadows in the sky.
The boy made a crying sound.
He was holding a weapon.
His body shivered in the cold wind mixed with the smell of gunfire.
Yugi was also trembling. He rarely touched his son's face, showing the tenderness he once showed.
He knew there was a good chance he would die here.
There was no point in blaming the poor child any longer.
He resented his fate.
He worked hard all his life, but always fell back to the bottom and became a humble, bullied water seller.
The woman he loved died of illness in his arms.
His child became a fool in the selection.
This world is so cruel.
Take away everything he has and trample him underfoot.
Yugi's cruelty to children stems from his helplessness towards fate.
He is not those angels. He does not have the courage to face death, nor the decisiveness to act.
But he is really trying hard to live his life well.
But fate teased and tortured him time and time again.
Let him lose his loved ones, let him lose everything.
Now, he is dying.
Those Zergs will rush over and kill everyone.
He was so weak that he would die with just a slight blow from the insects' limbs.
"Don't be afraid, Tirs, you will be accepted by the Emperor. You are so kind." With tears in his eyes, Yugi spoke to his child in his old gentle tone.
Back in the days when it wasn't so bad.
While his wife was still alive.
In the days when Tiles was wise and strong.
His tone is always so gentle.
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The Lost Tower.
Countless shrill howls came from it, crazy and full of pain.
They want blood and fight.
When the Tyranids appeared in the Baal system, the prisoners spoke up.
This corrupted beast possesses a sixth sense even more terrifying than the psychic powers of the Librarians.
Their anger was the first to be ignited.
When the war came, the prisoners were the first to howl.
Bloodthirst and black rage are eternal pain.
If a Bloodborn seeks blood, priests know they are haunted by their own visions; this is the bloodthirst.
If a Bloodborn sings, the priests know they are being invaded by the memories of Sanguinius, and when Sanguinius's pain overwhelms them, the Black Rage arises.
Every descendant of the Holy Blood cannot escape the fate of being tortured by blood thirst and black rage.
As the war began, the prisoners in the Lost Tower went insane.
There is also a part of the Holy Blood Heirs who had been normal before and lost control.
This time, it was no longer just a few people who lost control, but hundreds of warriors who lost control.
As Terran gets closer, this number is likely to rise sharply.
Even Dante felt an overwhelming rage.
The Blood God's servants chose this time to descend upon Baal with their own plans.
There is a high possibility that the descendants of the Holy Blood will all lose control in this war.
If Mephiston cannot stop the Blood God's servants, then the Holy Blood Heirs gathered in Baal will become slaves of the Blood God.
Those brothers who lost control were chained and gathered in the cathedral.
Here they will be assigned to the Death Company.
The priests sang ancient war songs for them to soothe their souls.
"|May Sanguinius watch over you as you enter your final judgment, may the Emperor keep you loyal while your arms remain strong, may your rage consume all as you fight your last battle, may your soul be reborn in the flames of your wrath alongside the great Father and the Emperor."
The priests' powerful hiding calmed the out-of-control warriors, replaced by the sorrow of Sanguinius' death.
But these are short-lived.
The blood slaves quickly put the black cross of death on the warriors of the Death Company and checked their weapons and equipment for the last time to ensure that they could fight to their heart's content in the final battle.
After finishing the final prayers and arming.
These warriors will be sent to the dungeon of the Lost Tower.
They will be released at the last moment.
Dante watched as the warriors were transported to the Tower of the Lost.
They were chained to their rooms.
As the priests turned away, the lost warriors were once again filled with anger.
They yelled and said something heartbreaking.
These words were first spoken aboard the Vengeful Spirit ten thousand years ago.
Since then, it has been repeated countless times.
"Why?" a voice screamed frantically, full of pain and sorrow, "Why did you betray us, Horus?"
The priests closed the doors of the Lost Tower.
Cut off the words of the warrior who was trapped in the illusion.
No answer can be given.
Dante looked sad under the mask. After this battle, how many sons of Sanguinius can remain normal
Perhaps he too would be one of the lost.
"Shield us, Sanguinius. Shield us, Holy Emperor."
Dante said this in his mind.
A shrill alarm sounded.
The alarm of Zerg invasion rang throughout Angel Castle.
The fighter planes fled back from afar, leaving behind them an endless sea of insects.
They come with destruction and death.
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On the defense line outside Angel Castle.
Countless Zergs let out howls.
Covering the sky and the sun.
Terrifyingly horrifying.
Those terrifying beasts trampled on the ground, making rumbling sounds, and the whole earth shook.
The warriors drew their weapons and activated them, shouting slogans such as "For Sanguinius" and "For the Emperor".
They faced their fate fearlessly and calmly.
The civilians swallowed and tried not to be so frightened that they turned around and ran away.
Yugi, the water seller, hugged his child for the last time.
"I hope you live, Tirs. If not, I pray that you return to the arms of the Emperor. I love you, child."
The boy looked at his father, and his speech was slurred due to his stupidity.
"I..I..love you too..Father."