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Chapter 1069 The Dark History of Angels
"Who knew, after so much experience, everyone has changed." Perturabo sighed with emotion, "I am no longer as resentful as before, but Dorne is still a stinky stone."
Corax smiled, but did not answer Perturabo's words. Dorn looked calm. He just thought that Perturabo was a naughty boy who didn't grow up, and decided to use his grandfather's patience with him to deal with Perturabo. He even knitted a small blanket and gave it to Perturabo as a gift, but Perturabo didn't realize this. He just accepted the gift moved and gave Dorn a friendly hug.
More Primarchs came with their forces, and Guilliman's Macragge's Glory passed through the Webway, accompanied by the ships of the Ultramarines and the Ultramar Guard. Various cruisers and frigates filled a corner of the galaxy. In these years, Guilliman squeezed out the resources of 500 Worlds as much as possible and quickly. After he integrated the 20 Primaris giants on Mars, he The number of Space Marines that can be ordered inside is directly approaching the number of .
"When will this kid have a Guilliman Rebellion? Or Guilliman's Independence or something." Perturabo touched his chin, "Then I will defend with Dorn and see what Guilliman can do." It cannot be captured."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened. The sound of footsteps and the sound of helplessness came together. Guilliman showed a stiff smile and said, "I seem to have heard something terrible."
Then came the arrival of Magnus and Lorgar. The Thousand Sons Legion was only resurrected from the dust rather than rebuilt, so their size was not much different from that of the Great Crusade. Lorgar's Word Bearers were originally quite large, but suffered many casualties after the Perfect City was destroyed again. Not to mention that the Word Bearers are rich in possessed warriors. These space warriors who are closely entangled with demons were all kidnapped by Tzeentch.
Magnus entered the room, leaving Ahriman behind on the ship. Lorgar followed Magnus, wrapped in robes. Only an icon hanging around his neck proved that he was a believer.
The Blood Angels and Iron Hands arrived, and their primarchs Sanguinius and Ferrus were reshaped into bodies by the God-Emperor, taking away the leadership of the Cursed Legion.
The process of Sanguinius coming out to lead the Blood Angels was very bumpy. He may have been a little bit afraid of the Emperor's society, and he only liked to provide dreams to the Blood Angels, rather than descending into a wasteland full of insect corpses. Baal led them personally.
Baal, a desolate and water-starved planet, was invaded by the insect swarm at the climax of the Battle of Cadia. There were no reinforcements in the empire to help them. If the Silent King hadn't sent a small dynasty fleet to support them, both Baal and the Blood Angels would have been crushed under the maw of the swarm.
Dante, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, had exhausted all his energy in the bitter battle. Watching one after another Death Company charging into the swarm of insects and being submerged was torturing his heart. Countless political affairs and military affairs have taken turns to overwhelm his superhuman will. If he hadn't been carrying the blood of Sanguinius, he would have found a secluded place to commit suicide in search of relief.
Dante's tiredness was noticed by Lin Fan, who came out to find Sanguinius and asked him why he still hadn't claimed his cub.
The angel's eyes flickered, trying to change the subject. His struggles had no effect in front of Lin Fan. A golden light descended from the throne, and Sanguinius took on a human form. Then he slapped him hard on the face, and he fell into a flawless sleep. Finally, Lin Fan asked the Necrontyr to leave Sanguinius directly in the stone coffin that Dante used to rest.
Feeling that the coffin was occupied, Dante woke up from his deep sleep first. He was very angry. After all, he saw his father in his dream. Then he was surprised, because there were feathers emitting a golden halo in the dark sarcophagus, and he was tightly held in someone's arms. The warmth and security suddenly made Dante feel like an interstellar person. All the torture I've endured since becoming a warrior was worth it.
"Father? Is that you?"
Sanguinius felt embarrassed hearing Dante's trembling voice. Of all the reunion scenes with the offspring, this is the worst...
No, if Lin Fan hadn't slapped him, there would never have been such a gathering.
Sanguinius cursed in his heart, but kept a perfect and gentle smile on his face. He moved his body slightly in the sarcophagus to prevent his wings from being too uncomfortable. Then he whispered in Dante's ear, "My child, you have proven your ability. Now you will be qualified to rest in my arms and enjoy the hard-won peace."
"My Lord! My Lord!" Dante burst into tears, crying, but there was no hint of sleepiness. Sanguinius was so excited when he saw Dante that he reached behind Dante's neck and hit him powerfully and accurately.
Dante only felt a slight pain, mumbled indistinctly before falling into a drowsy state. By the time his armor passively injected hormones and other substances into his body, stimulating him to wake up again, Sanguinius had recovered from his embarrassment and was combing his somewhat messy wings under the light that filtered through the circular colored window.
Then Baal began to celebrate, and the Space Marines who were bleeding angels shed tears for their father, and the black anger that had troubled them for a long time and could not be resolved quietly disappeared.
Trazin was very satisfied with the interaction between Sanguinius and Dante. This black history will be recorded forever and then sealed in a museum for future generations to admire.
The situation when Ferus met with the scions was much better. After all, he had already met Stunus once in the cursed form and had a certain understanding of the situation of the Iron Hands. But when he actually saw Medusa's condition, he was still quite irritable and cursed.
Although the clan leaders were scolded in great embarrassment, they felt happy in their hearts. They lowered their heads silently and did not argue. After Ferrus got angry, they took on their own tasks and began to reform Medusa's situation, without any hesitation. Change the Creed of the Iron Hands without the burden.
Leman Russ, Lane, Fulgrim, Vulkan, and Curze arrived one after another. Even after Mortarion, who was known for his slowness, arrived, there was still no sign of Jaghatai.
"What did he do?" Not only Perturabo, but also the Primarchs wanted to ask this question.
At this time, Dorn continued to develop his overly cold humor talent, "Is it possible that Chagatai was driving too fast and passed the intersection and now takes a detour back?"
"That's a webway, not a highway. Are you going to be a traffic policeman and give him a ticket?" Perturabo sighed at Dorn's humor, but Dorn felt that he told a good joke.
Just as Perturabo's patience was running out, Jaghatai's fleet finally emerged from the Webway. An apologetic face also appeared on the screen, and Chagatai looked much worse than before.
"Sorry, I was delayed due to some personal matters."