“What kind of sacrifices do we need to make for humanity?”
In a private conversation that has never been made public and will never be recorded by historians, Sanguinius once asked his brother this question.
"everything."
Guilliman did not turn around when he heard this question.
He stood by the porthole of the Emperor Supreme.
He stared at the vast void and spoke in a tone that was eerily calm.
Sanguinius did not go on to ask what Guilliman was talking about.
Because he knew the final answer without asking.
In a universe filled with false gods and without salvation, how can we finally achieve salvation for mankind?
What price will they have to pay to get a glimmer of hope in a situation where they are doomed to die
There is no salvation in this hopeless, dark and cruel universe.
But they can create a salvation for mankind.
Use your life and courage to create a path to the future
... ... ..
Rage and thirst are no longer a curse to the Blood Angels, or to Sanguinius.
With Guilliman's help, they became a blessing, becoming part of Sanguinius's very essence.
Each Primarch is a child born from the two worlds of the Warp and reality.
They have endless potential.
He is the youngest son of God, and also the one who killed God.
Born to be extraordinary.
Sanguinius roared with utmost fury.
The rage within is pure and unadulterated, the envy of all Daemons of Khorne and World Eaters alike.
The Blood Angels are not World Eaters.
Those fools are enslaved by dark age neural devices, dominated by artificial rage, like pathetic slavery.
The wrath of the Blood Angels is innate, born from the rage that arises from the betrayal and destruction of all that is beautiful.
It is a pure anger that comes from the heart.
It does not come from impotent rage at one's own fate, nor does it come from hatred and resentment.
It comes from protection and the light that one longs to pursue.
The rage of the Blood Angels is derived from the rage of Sanguinius, a rage they draw from the noble soul of their Gene-Father.
When I witnessed the Horus Heresy, I witnessed the evil deeds of the Warp.
The rage of Sanguinius has never been extinguished. It is like an eternal volcano, always burning, eager to devour all enemies of humanity.
His anger affected his descendants for ten thousand years.
Once believed to be a curse on the Blood Angels.
However, no, their anger is pure, and appears to protect, not destroy.
After being resurrected by Guilliman using cutting-edge technology, Sanguinius remains as angry as ever.
Normally, the way he behaved was just a disguise for his incomparable anger.
His kind nature prevented him from releasing his anger on those poor weaklings.
He could only carefully control the rage so that it would not harm innocent people.
His rage was so pure and so intense.
For this reason, the Chaos God Khorne was determined to capture the Blood Angels and their Primarch at all costs.
Unfortunately, it did not go as planned in the end.
Sanguinius's wrath was not for that foul god.
It and he are not destined to be the same kind of people.
Sanguinius's purity is envied by countless Khorne demons, but also makes them worried and fearful.
The Primarchs possess immortal characteristics, and the title of Young Sons of God is enough to illustrate how terrifying they are.
What is even more terrifying and frightening to the demons is that the Primarch has the potential to grow.
No one knows whether the high and mighty gods will one day be replaced.
Even if one is an immortal, it is difficult to control all the variables in the vast and endless universe.
... ... ... .
Sanguinius fell into a rage after landing.
He transformed himself into the god of war in the enemy camp, wantonly reaping the lives of those aliens.
He was angry about what he saw in Universe 02.
Those high and mighty guys keep humans in captivity like livestock.
Those foolish heroes allowed themselves to be blinded by false truths and deceived by false freedom and beauty.
He felt pity for those guys and endless anger towards the so-called Supreme God.
And now, this anger has been fully released.
The eyes on that noble face had turned into pure black stone.
It's like two smooth obsidians inlaid in a perfect statue.
The spear in Sanguinius's hand pierced every enemy that dared to approach him.
The vitrified silicon bodies of the soldiers of the Watcher Corps were smashed to pieces by him.
He shook the sky with his dragon-like roar, and unparalleled rage burned in his body, turning into visible brilliance.
Nothing can stop a Primarch.
They live to destroy, to kill the filthy gods that are high above.
Sanguinius is the best among them.
The watchers screamed in fear.
They felt the same aura on that human as on their master.
Although weak, it is far more powerful than them and has endless potential.
Any companion who pounced on it would be destroyed by the winged human.
The enemy is like a cruel and cold war machine, and every attack will take the lives of their companions.
No matter how strong those companions were, they seemed weak in front of that human.
The other side slaughtered every monitor they saw.
The glassy body turned into crystal fragments, and the blood stained the opponent's spear, reflecting the brilliance of the metal.
The remaining companions fled screaming.
Even if they mastered the truth of the universe, they had no way to fight against such a terrifying monster.
That guy shouldn't be real.
... ...
Sanguinius flew over the heads of the Imperial troops who shouted his name and rushed towards the enemy's only remaining fortress.
His wings are so powerful that the light emanating from them can counter the space-time turbulence and extinction weapons raging on the battlefield.
The wings allow him to control the ether with ease, as if it were an instinct he was born with.
The Warp is not exclusive to the gods.
It is the mother of all things, and all that exists is born from its embrace.
The gods are just vile thieves.
They took control of the subspace and shamelessly declared it theirs.
It's like a cruel tyrant demarcating a piece of land and requiring the people who have lived on that land for generations to recognize that it is his private property.
Gold ornaments, precious carnelians, and teardrop-shaped gems dangled from Sanguinius's armor.
The armor made of special high-density alloy is so brilliant and gorgeous.
Its artistry seems more suitable to be placed in the highest-level art gallery.
Such noble and gorgeous armor makes Sanguinius look even more noble and inviolable.
He soars in the sky.
The strong hand held a golden spear.
Countless complex mysterious runes covered it.
The power of technology and magic flows on it.
As the spear was swung, it would exude an aura that would terrify the gods.
In his other hand he held a blade made of blood-red metal, on which was engraved the name of his Primarch-brother Vulkan.
Vulkan presented his brother with a scarlet sword, wishing him success on the battlefield.
In order to resurrect him, Guilliman used all the resources available at the time and forged the most powerful holy body for him.
Even if Sanguinius were blown to atoms and flung across different universes, he could return someday to bring vengeance upon his enemies.
His powerful divine body gives him the ability to ignore enemy attacks.
All attacks directed at him will be eliminated by that thin, invisible special barrier.
He was like a rock in the midst of a raging ocean.
The terrible ocean can drown everything, but it cannot crush a small stone.
He easily passed through defenses that were powerful enough to reduce a galaxy to dust and blow stars into atomic fragments.
He rushed into the enemy camp.
The high-speed flight brought an impact force comparable to that of a shell fired from a battleship's cannon, thousands of times greater.
The Primarch landed, his boots leaving a huge circular ripple in the crystal surface.
A strange, special war machine made of silicon-based crystal became Sanguinius' first victory when he rushed into the enemy camp.
That war machine possesses extremely strange abilities.
Its weapons are capable of distorting the fabric of space and time in the area they hit.
The misaligned space-time structure will tear apart everything that claims to be solid.
Some Primaris warriors were slaughtered by it. The dislocated time and space tore apart the bodies of those warriors, leaving their broken limbs and flesh scattered everywhere, falling from the sky to the ground like rain.
Sanguinius destroyed it when it tried to lock onto him.
The spear, containing the Empire's most advanced technology, easily pierced the vehicle and tore it apart.
The screams of the Watchers echoed in the air, and Sanguinius showed no mercy.
Another monitor, shining with brilliant rainbow light, rushed towards him.
The opponent's body was surging with time waves that could instantly corrode steel into rust.
Those Primaris warriors who came too close were unable to withstand the terrifying flow of time. In just a few seconds, they became too old to move and were finally killed by the Watchers.
The watcher's arms shone with the light of glass, and its screams were filled with unparalleled hatred and hostility.
Sanguinius responded in kind, piercing the man's body with his spear in an instant and then slashing him in two with his sword.
He was as powerful as thunder, wielding sword and spear, slaughtering the aliens like cutting grass.
Leaving behind broken limbs and arms scattered everywhere.
The aliens cried and screamed in despair.
They tried to kill Sanguinius and change the final outcome of the battle.
But such things are doomed to be futile.
Their defeat is inevitable.
Behind Sanguinius, tens of thousands of Primaris warriors were rushing towards the Watchers' last position like a tide.
Their space-time defenses were torn apart and the launch pads soon fell.
The crystal tower that shone with an eerie light flickered a few times and then went out.
The Empire's devastating attack focused on their crystal walls and strange geometric buildings, destroying all structures that might pose a threat.
The Watchers lost the last of their firepower and became fish on the chopping block.
They lost their outer defenses, their small fortresses.
Even the last line of defense was lost.
Titus attacked from another direction, cutting off any possibility of escape for the enemy.
The area where those glass creatures shining with a special glow can move is getting smaller and smaller.
Like a herd of deer being hunted.
The space-time confinement device completely locked the space-time structure near the battlefield.
The aliens were unable to escape using their superb teleportation skills.
The rest was captured building by building.
Brutal fighting broke out in the narrow corridors and spaces.
The Empire won the final victory.
Just as it did on other worlds and battlefields, it advanced the Holy Emperor's vision.
When the last Overwatch was slain within their majestic halls, the Primaris cheered, savoring the victory like the sweet taste of fine wine.
The price paid for victory was terrible, and countless citizens of the empire died there.
The space-time structure near the battlefield has been completely destroyed.
The turbulent ether currents poured out, trying to corrupt the entire universe.
The maintenance work not only needs to repair the damaged warships of the empire, but also to mend the damaged rifts in time and space.
This is a long job.
Of course, conquering a universe is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.
After the battle, high-ranking officials such as Sanguinius and Titus entered the depths of the enemy's fortress.
The warriors have carried out the final cleansing.
Ensure that all Overseers are either terminated or captured.
The entire magnificent city, emitting a strange glow, was firmly controlled by the empire.
The scene deep in the fortress made high-ranking imperial officials such as Sanguinius and Titus very excited.
The monitors' abilities and skills are extremely advanced.
Able to observe the destiny and truth that constitute the universe.
You can also see multiple directions of the time flow, and use mysterious devices to predict the possible future development path of a parallel universe and intervene.
It is like a farmer sitting in a monitoring room watching the farmland, and using the various data fed back by sensors to decide when to increase the light, when to water, when to release pesticides, and when to send out machines to prune seedlings with too vigorous branches and leaves.
The nature of the overseer and the farmer is the same.
The only difference is that their tools are more advanced.
Intervene in the direction of parallel universes through means such as fate and truth.
Each race has its own pantheon.
But those Pantheons will not obey the Watchers.
The Watcher created new gods and the Endless Family.
Use them to control the direction of the parallel universe.
Fate, Death, Sandman, Destruction, Desire, Despair and Fanatical.
The monitors do not need coercive means, they only need to use dreams, death and other means to lure or force the superheroes to act according to their plans.
Just like scripts, they arrange every scene that seems exciting, happy, disappointing, desperate and sad.
Perhaps even the Endless Family and the New Gods did not realize that they were being manipulated.
Such plundering methods are extremely sophisticated and covert.
It is difficult for mortals to realize what the Watchers take from them.
Many superheroes stubbornly believe that they are just and free, and that the Human Empire is a lie.
But if they understood how the universe works, they would understand how pathetic their so-called freedom is.
Warfare is evolving, and so are the ways of plundering.
If the Emperor had not forced the Four Gods to break the rules and take action personally, the countless people of the Empire would not have realized the plunder and oppression they were inflicted by the Chaos Gods.
They never make an official appearance, but instead lure people in through spokespeople.
They are good at blocking all roads and then pretending to give people the power to choose.
A businessman releases toxic substances, polluting all the air, and then launches his own high-priced artificial air.
The businessman would certainly claim that people have choices and are free.
They can choose to poison him to death, or buy his artificial air at a high price.
If people resist too fiercely, the businessman will come up with another solution. He promises that the first person to buy will enjoy a 0.1% discount, and the second person to buy will enjoy a 0.2% discount.
The earlier you buy, the bigger the discount you can enjoy, and you can also resell it and make money from those who come after you.
People will give up resisting the merchants and instead scramble for spots.
Those who can make money in the front will support the businessmen, not caring that if they resist, everyone can get a 0.1% discount or even free air.
Over time, people got used to the exploitation of merchants and even felt grateful to them, believing that they brought fresh air and allowed them to survive.
If someone wants to look back at the past and see who polluted the air, they can bring the businessmen to justice.
All the docile people became angry and accused him of having bad intentions. They wanted to capture him and take him to the merchant for a reward.
If someone shouted that it was unfair, felt that the businessmen were exploiting them and wanted to resist, those people would glare at them and would wish to bite the other person to pieces.
By that time, the sweat odor of merchants will be considered sweet by those fools.
They would sniff it eagerly, and then proudly shout to others, "Ah, what a sweet smell."
The Supreme God used the same routine, using the Wall of Origin to build different parallel universes, just like pieces of farmland, cultivating those creatures and leaving those fools with no freedom to choose.
Through major events one after another, we can create enough nutrients to feed ourselves.
Through various means, two camps of justice and evil were created, and they were allowed to fight and struggle against each other constantly.
Superheroes are powerful enough to change matter, change time, change destiny, travel through time and space, and reverse the future.
They can do anything except build a world with cheap energy and universal access to healthcare and education.
Superman can destroy those terrible demons and blow up the sun with one punch, but he cannot destroy the poor people in Metropolis.
Batman can put on armor and kill anyone he sees, even gods, but he cannot destroy the slums of Gotham.
This is the truth, the Watchers never had any intention of allowing those civilized races to develop.
Because they are crops and food.
The mission of food is to produce high yields, not to invent or create, let alone enjoy life.
Those people are born to suffer, and their short-lived happiness is so that they can fall into a deeper abyss.
How can a highly developed world where people have no worries about food, clothing and shelter produce high-quality emotions such as despair and pain, and how can it feed those hungry monsters?
Sanguinius looked at the crystal devices, which showed everything from the birth to the destruction of a parallel universe.
This is the future that superheroes promote.
Freedom controlled by invisible threads.
When a parallel universe is mature enough, the Supreme God will let the army of destroyers reap all life and restart the parallel universe for a new reincarnation.
"Take all these things away." Sanguinius said to his guards, "We need to know more about them in order to win this battle. One day, we will drag that damned Supreme God out of his domain and kill him like a wild dog."