Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

Chapter 1146 Extra: Brothers and Sisters 6

A few days after the conversation between Guilliman and Dorn, Dante and the others, who were waiting for a reply outside the palace, received a letter of invitation written by the Emperor himself.

In fact, not only Dante and the others, but also teams from other legions staying behind on Terra also received invitations.

Salamanders, Ultramarines, White Scars, Blood Angels, Imperial Fists, Space Wolves, Raven Guard...

Some sub-groups that have not yet completed the merger have not been forgotten by the emperor, such as the Lamenters Chapter, the Black Templars, etc., have also been invited.

Each legion selected three brave, loyal and unparalleled veterans to go to the palace.

The wide square was not enough to be filled by these hundreds of Space Marines. They lined up according to the regiment's affiliation and showed their best side to a towering statue of the Emperor standing in the center of the square.

The closed golden door opened, and the Imperial Army walked out slowly. The golden armor on their bodies reflected the light and made it look even more brilliant.

Then several Primarchs walked out surrounded by the unrecovered Emperor...

Although the Space Marines were extremely surprised when they saw the Emperor's current lolita appearance, no one dared to point out the Emperor's strangeness in front of his face.

People who are good at psychic abilities will always have some weird forms, but everyone can accept them as long as they don't turn into demons.

The Emperor stood solemnly, and then announced a decision to the Space Marines, "Every Space Marine who fights for the future of mankind has abandoned his family and became a ruthless killing machine in the Chapter. Now the war It's over. I feel deeply that the Space Marines have nothing except the Chapter and the Primarch, so I discussed with some Primarchs to let them live as women for a period of time so that you can relive what a mother's love is. A feeling..."

Dante was confused after hearing this.

Many Space Marines will forget their past mortal time the moment they complete the genetic modification surgery. This is because each gene seed not only retains some gifts from the original body, but also retains the combat experience of the previous gene seed modifications.

These gifts and experiences are too huge compared to a mortal life of only more than 20 years or even less, and it is easy to squeeze them to the edge of the Space Marine Superman's brain and never think of them again.

Dante is an anomaly. He lives in a salt-alkali land on the planet Baal . He and his father make a living by mining salt. His mother died in childbirth.

The conditions here are so difficult that the Blood Angels Chapter will not include the people who are struggling here into the scope of recruitment.

Dante grew up listening to his father's stories about Space Marines, so he had a strong desire to become the Emperor's Angel of Death.

He wanted to become a member of the Blood Angels, but his father, who had lost his wife, did not want to lose his son, so he strongly opposed it.

Dante finally left without saying goodbye, stole a dune buggy and headed to the trial site alone.

After becoming a Blood Angel, Dante never met his father.

In a time when the entire galaxy was ravaged by war, the loss of mortal life was nothing to mention.

But Dante could not forget it for a long time. The action of abandoning his father to pursue his dream was deeply embedded in his soul like a poisonous thorn called sin.

In a daze, Dante seemed to see his biological father appearing in front of him. He was thin and shriveled, with white grains of coarse salt stained on his dark skin.

Dante's throat was choked. He looked at his father's virtual image and couldn't say anything. In the end, he could only open his mouth and murmur, "Father...I have become the Angel of Death."

My father said nothing, shook his head, and turned away, carrying a basket that was as big as his age.

Dante just knelt down, unable to muster the energy to start chasing after him.

He was immersed in his own pain and regret, unable to extricate himself, and then he felt a few rays of excessively warm light falling from the top of his head.

A pair of strong hands supported his body, soft wings protected his whole body like a cocoon, and a gentle voice floated into his ears, causing ripples in the sea of ​​soul.

Even though he had experienced thousands of years of war, Dante, who had trained his nerves to be extremely tough, fell instantly.

He now has a bold idea in his mind. He wants to reach out and hug his genetic father and ask for more care and love.

The instinct trained through long-term combat still allowed Dante to control his weakness. He stretched out his hand without boldness and offense, and just said gratefully to Sanguinius, "Thank you, father, I feel much better now. "

"Father..." Sanguinius repeated the word in a low voice, with some helplessness in her tone, and then she said to Dante, "My child, raise your head and look."

Dante raised his head obediently, and his face turned red immediately after seeing the softer and more beautiful face of Sanguinius.

If the unmasked mother were still alive, she would probably look like Sanguinius.

Dante knew in his heart that this was impossible, but he was still willing to elevate his biological mother who died in childbirth to the same respected status as Sanguinius.

The angel's wings completely receded from her body, and the other two Blood Angel veterans who accompanied Dante were so shocked that they didn't know what to say.

The strange emotions called happiness and contentment were like nectar watering their hearts, and even Horus standing not far behind Sanguinius could not attract their attention at all.

Under the guidance of Sanguinius's smile, the two Blood Angel veterans said a word that was familiar yet unfamiliar to them.

"Mother..."

The Blood Angels get along well with each other, which is what Guilliman expected. His brothers have an amazing affinity, and neither male nor female can change this.

So what is the situation like with other legions?

He looked at the Iron Warriors, hoping that the awkward and difficult Perturabo would not make things too serious.

"Father?" It was obvious that the Iron Warriors were very confused when they saw Perturabo now. They stood aside at a loss and waited for Perturabo's fate.

"What? What's that look in your eyes? Do you think I'm not worthy of leading you now?" Perturabo glanced over, and the Iron Warrior immediately lowered his head and did not dare to look at her.

But such a cowardly look aroused Perturabo's disgust. She angrily kicked the Iron Warrior's heavy armor designed for heavy work, and then shouted, "Everyone raise their faces and look at me!"

The Iron Warrior raised his face and inadvertently glanced in the direction of Sanguinius, his eyes showing a hint of envy for a moment.

Perturabo raised his eyebrows. She was the original body, and her perception was so keen.

She held her head up with pride and disgust, glanced at Sanguinius's movements with her peripheral vision, then hugged an Iron Warrior, patted her head and said.

"Okay, okay, I was a little impatient just now, kids."