Warhammer: The Beginning is the Crisis of Annihilation Chapter :

 Chapter 225 Why Betray Us, Horus (Subscribe)

  The Blood Warbands are all waiting for Dante's arrival.

  They filled the crimson hall of Angel Castle.

  The engine oil exhaust from the power armor mixed with the smell of spices from the brazier, permeating the hall.

  All those gathered here are the sons of Sanguinius.

   is the noblest and most troublesome Astartes monk in the empire.

  They wear armor of different colors such as black, red, white, and gold.

   Warframes also have different styles of decorations.

  These warriors come from different worlds, have different customs, and fighting beliefs.

  However, none of these things can hide the fact that they flowed in common blood.

   Their blood comes from a great hero.

   Baal is the holy place of them all, and the home of all.

  The moment they merged into the Holy Blood, they had a bond with Baal.

  Ghost Guards, Bloodletters, Holy Angels, Crimson Fortitude, Sons of Gold, each chapter is a loyal protector of the Empire.

  They have their own legendary stories and achievements.

  Run around the galaxy, fighting in the name of Sanguinius, fighting as the Emperor's people.

  They are separated from each other, but their blood is connected.

  Time changed their temperament and traditions.

  Let them converge over time.

  They have the same white, tough skin.

   also has fangs.

   has the same flaw.

   These things all represent that they are of the same kind.

  At this moment, the wandering son of Sanguinius returned home.

   They came back for sacrifice.

   No warrior felt that he would be able to survive the terrifying bug swarm.

  The Empire and Tyron fought so many games.

   The terrifying name of the Zerg has long spread.

  The Sons of Sanguinius were ready to be killed.

  For the glory of Sanguinius, for that slim victory, they were willing to die.

  The blood slaves of the host are beside them, waiting to serve the meal.

   There are spiced wine mixed with vitamins, Barr's special meat, and other snacks.

  The warriors talked to each other in muffled voices, and drank the fine wine brought from the cellars.

   Space Marines must fight like heroes and drink like heroes.

   This is the tradition of the Astartes.

   It is also the fate of a hero to die on the battlefield like a hero.

  Son of Sanguinius never dreaded such a fate.

  It's like Sanguinius doesn't fear his own death.

   They inherited the courage of the Father and the fearlessness to defy fate.

  The hall resounded with heavenly and beautiful notes.

  Everyone stopped talking or eating to listen to the music.

   A group of mechanical angels in the shape of children flew in through the main entrance, singing over the heads of the space marines.

  The Holy Blood Guard walked in through the gate, they held up flags and divided into two columns.

  Dante wearing the mask of Sanguinius enters.

  There is a blood-red gemstone on the forehead of the mask, which contains a drop of Sanguinius' blood.

   It was extracted during the Great Crusade and sealed in gemstones to increase the majesty of the mask, so that the mask has the majesty of Sanguinius.

   Behind Dante is the company champion holding a sacred object.

  Many are relics of Sanguinius, his former weapons, former armor, dropped wings, etc.

  Each piece is so divine.

  The Sons of Blood stared at these relics and fell silent.

  Dante walked to the high platform, looking through the eyes of the mask at the warriors with the same blood as him.

   "My brothers." There was sadness in Dante's tone, "I'm glad you can answer Baal's call."

   Many soldiers watched Dante, waiting for him to continue speaking.

  Dante looked at the company champion behind him, showing the holy objects to everyone.

   "These relics carried by my warriors and their servants date back to the time of Horus' great treachery against our beloved Emperor. These armors, these weapons date back to the most terrible war of all."

Dante pointed to the crimson chalice and the reliquary containing the Primarch's Feather, "And this, they are the witnesses of our father's death, both of which are containers for his relics. For the Blood Warband, Nothing can cause greater pain than our Holy Father falling at the blade of his odious brother."

"Having experienced the never-ending black rage, all of us have looked back on the death of Sanguinius, and felt eternal pain when the claws of Horus pierced him. Those pains will never Disappeared, it flows in our blood, becomes our defect, and also becomes our nobility."

"Our Lord's sacrifice laid the foundation for the future of humanity. The Emperor was victorious and order was restored. And now, we will walk in our Lord's way, and we will die for greater things and those who need our protection. "

   "The blood-red defense line must not be broken through by the Tyranids, otherwise the northeastern part of the galaxy will no longer have the power to defend, the extreme star field will be devastated, the human empire will suffer heavy losses, and hundreds of billions or even trillions of humans will become food for the Tyranids."

Dante's voice became louder and louder, containing the unique anger of the son of Sanguinius, "I'm sorry, the first time you were called back to Baal, it was to make you sacrifice for it. We are the inheritance of Sanguinius' will Or, things to come will test us all. When you look up at the sky for the stars, you find yourself unable to see them because the Zerg fleet has blotted out their light, and the waves of monsters will never end."

"If you talk to those psykers and think tanks, you will know that the subspace has also been enveloped by them. We are alone and helpless, and we will fight alone in the dark. All the information you can understand will tell you clearly, We can't win this."

  The crimson anger of Sanguinius emanated from his body, like slow ripples in a pool of blood, and everyone could feel its touch.

  The desire to fight beat strongly in the twin hearts of all the warriors in the hall.

   They want to roar, they want to fight.

   Wants to unleash eternal rage.

"Even if there is little hope, the darkness is about to consume us. Still I tell you, the Son of Sanguinius will win. By blade, shell, plasma and laser beam, we will cut them apart. By the power of our blood , we'll throw them back into the void. We'll unleash the boundless fury of Sanguinius upon the monsters."

   Dante hammers the perfect marble slab on the table, cracking its surface. "We will stop the Leviathan in Baal, and the empire will endure. In the name of the blood on my brow and the blood of this life, in the name of Sanguinius, I swear it will be so."

   "In the name of Sanguinius."

   "In the name of Sanguinius."

   "In the name of Sanguinius."

  The warriors beat their breastplates with one hand, roaring and shouting.

   Their emotions are so strong, their will to fight is so tenacious.

   It is difficult to have anything that can 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 galaxy to them easily.

   Unless the Holy Blood is shed.

  Dante looked at the crowd and smiled.

  Son of Sanguinius never feared sacrifice.

   "Be quiet." Dante stretched out his hand and made a strong gesture, and everyone fell silent, "Now let's discuss what we should do, which is how to destroy the Hive Fleet Leviathan."

   A holosphere is activated.

   Adds a penetrating humming sound to the room noise.

  The projection equipment hidden in the ceiling and walls, with the assistance of the computer slave, draws a luminous star map.

   A part of the Ultimate Star Field is floating in the hall.

   Every detail is flawless and clearly displayed in front of everyone.

  A broad trace runs through the center of the Limit Star Field, a **** red scar.

   Balor's light shines in the center.

   Hades galaxy with binary star system, burning in the southwest.

   There was a terrible battle there.

   Dante makes a deal with an undead overlord to use the power of the stars to set that galaxy on fire.

  The planets in the scars are all red.

   They are still poisoned by old wars.

   So far, it has never been restored.

  The mad ancestors have induced the power of the stars to create a field of red scars.

  Human beings are always tormented by the past that has disappeared.

   Bear the sins and hurts of those ancestors.

  The world inside the red scar, compared to other parts of the empire, can be said to be sparsely populated.

  But it is the most powerful fortress in the northeast part of the Limit Star Field. Once the Zerg break through, those galaxies will have no barriers at all, and what fate those worlds will meet is self-evident.

  The light flickered and took shape, and planets appeared in the eyes of everyone.

   Representatives of the Chapters are like gods of war gazing down from the sky on mortal kingdoms.

  They stared at those worlds, and got all the information about them from the jumping words and data.

   Signs and data appear after the planet appears.

   First is the name of the galaxy, displayed next to the numerous star lights.

   Followed by taxation, population, military strength, and local rulers.

  Galaxy orbits, marking the orbits of galaxies, the boundaries of regions, anomalies with prominent borders, and important mining stations and outposts.

  So much data makes the map look disorganized.

  Of course, this problem is nothing to Astartes monks.

  They have super information processing capabilities.

  In a few seconds, they can record all the information.

   And draw a dynamic picture of the Tyranid Zerg attack in his mind.

  The information is provided by the Star Language Court and Mechanicus.

   Much of the information is outdated and is for reference only.

  The empire is too large, and it takes at least a hundred years to update the star map.

  The Tyranid Zerg is coming fiercely, so it is naturally impossible to have time to update the map on purpose.

  The shadow of the Zerg engulfed the star, and multiple tentacles spread across the galaxy.

  Many worlds have been swallowed.

   There are some updates on the star map, and some are not updated.

  The empire's communications are seriously backward.

  In many departments, information is difficult to communicate.

   It may take hundreds, thousands of years for a war to spread to another place.

   Even if someone knew something was broken and updated their database.

  However, they also cannot allow these updated databases to be quickly passed on to other troops.

   Fragmentation and severely lagging information prevented the Blood Wargroup from knowing the dynamics of the will of the hive in time.

  They can only grasp the movement of the Leviathan Zerg fleet by placing ships along the way and monitoring them.

   "These are the traces left by Hive Fleet Leviathan." Dante pointed to the star map, and a trajectory appeared in the projection. "It's been heading in this direction for decades, devouring every world it encounters in its path. Of course, this simulation is sped up thousands of times, with Tyranids devouring a world every few months or years. The world, and continue to separate tentacles. These tentacles devour the world one by one, continue to grow themselves, and then split into smaller tentacles again."

"The Tyranids don't use subspace to advance, they can only fly in the real universe. However, they violate the laws of nature through certain mechanisms, and their ships exceed the speed of light. Their speed allows us to have a small strategic advantage."

"But this strategic advantage does not help us win the war. The Zerg fleet is too powerful. And as it advances, the Zerg grows stronger. Every world swallowed strengthens it in number and kind. "

  "The Blood Angels have fought the Leviathan fleet many times, and successfully stopped them several times."

  A small-scale star map appears in a glowing rectangle separated from the larger-scale star map.

   It shows two lanes for the Zerg fleet, one brighter than the other.

   "Because of this, the Tyranids are actively seeking to destroy the Blood Angels Chapter. Otherwise it would never enter the Red Samba, but would instead turn to those worlds that are densely populated or where natural systems are intact."

"From the initial information provided by the Mechanic Order and the Tribunal, it can be inferred that the Tyranids prefer planets with high-density life. The planets in the red scars do not conform to their characteristics at all, and the worlds are basically desolate and full of toxins. , choosing such a zone is very abnormal for a predator like Tyran. The only explanation is that they are trying to reach a strategy, and this strategy is the Baal galaxy. His behavior is to seek the complete destruction of Barr."

   "This kind of statement is really unbelievable. They are animals and will not have the idea of ​​​​revenge." A chapter leader said.

   "Your opinion is wrong." Mephiston said.

   "And what is the truth?" asked another Chapter Master.

"I have observed the Shadow of the Warp created by the Tyranids, and I have seen the body behind that projected it. The Zerg that attacked our galaxy was not an army of individuals, nor even a herd of animals. The Tyranids were a single individual, a being with soul and mind, a fearsome enemy existing in unimaginable dimensions."

   "Is it really possible that all those monsters are the embodiment of a consciousness?"

   "If this is the case, it may not be too scary, right?? How does it maintain itself in a long distance? If it can't maintain it, then how can it ensure that every split will will obey itself."

   "If the opponent uses the shadow of the subspace to affect the real body, why don't we transfer the war to the subspace, destroy them spiritually, and let the real body collapse."

  "Impossible, the shadow of the subspace is too terrifying, no psyker can fight against that terrifying power."

   "Indeed, we can only attack from reality, kill them, and weaken that shadow."

  The quarrel of many warbands made the scene chaotic.

  Dante stretched out his hand, signaling these people to be quiet.

"Stopping the Tyranids is our mission. This battle can only be fought on a realistic level. We will stop the Tyranids in Baal. If we succeed, they will be trapped in red scars with nothing to starve, constantly weakening, In the end, it was completely destroyed. I already have a comprehensive plan, maybe you can give me some new suggestions and additions."

   Deafening cheers erupt, and many hands tap on the table to shake it.

  When the cheers ended, Dante spoke about his plan and star defense.

  The Battle of Blood was tightly united by Dante in the name of Sanguinius

   As time went on, the remaining warbands continued to come from various places.

  Before the shadow of the warp completely cut off the warp space navigation.

   Dante got twenty-eight thousand Astartes warriors.

   They are from different warbands.

  There are no vacant berths in the low-Earth orbit of the three worlds.

  , Every anchorage is crowded with ships.

  Battleships, cruisers, etc., are all suspended in low earth orbit.

  Many chapters have gone all out to answer the call of the mother chapter.

  Their ships have built a metal line of defense for the Baal system.

  Dante hopes that these ships can firmly hold the void line of defense for them in the upcoming battle.

   That's the key to victory.

  Of course, he also knows that this kind of thinking is extravagant.

  The orbit around Palladium is packed to the brim.

   In response to the call, the blood warbands scrambled to the place where Sanguinius first spread his wings.

  They make pilgrimages like devout believers.

   This act empowers them.

   Can make them feel that Sanguinius is with them.

   On the other hand, in Castel d'Angelo, Dante also met with each of the newly arrived warbands, arranging their positions in his plan.

   It's worth mentioning that these warbands bring some brand new news to Dante.

   The Empire is at war with Abaddon on Vigilius.

   It is said that one, or two Primarchs have returned, and they are traveling with troops.

   This incident excited Dante.

  If it is true, it means that the empire still has hope.

  If they can get the support of the Holy Father brothers, then they may be able to get more chances of victory.

   It is a pity that the information obtained by these blood war groups is also incomplete.

  The terrifying subspace storm shattered the Star Language galaxy.

  People can only guess the truth from limited information.

   Some say the Emperor is revived and has walked Terra, dethroning the impotent Highlord.

  Some people also say that Guilliman and Ryan have been revived, and they reopened the Great Crusade, and humans will declare war on chaos and aliens.

   There are many powerful and fearsome human armies sailing in the galaxy.

   News of war is everywhere.

   There is some news of victory.

   There is also bad news.

  No one can tell whether it is true or not.

   The subspace storm is terrible.

  The Great Rift cuts everything.

  Dante is quite concerned about this. If he can get the help of the empire, the situation will be much better.

  Unfortunately, the chorus of astropaths couldn't pierce the storm.

  Even with the help of Mephiston and the think tanks of many battle groups.

   Very difficult.

   As time goes by, the shadow caused by the Zerg becomes more terrifying.

  Astrocall can no longer resist Hive Mind's Roar.

  The warp has become extremely peaceful throughout the galaxy.

  Even the etheric currents stopped.

  Information can no longer be transmitted, and it is difficult for psykers to absorb power from the subspace. Instead, they are tortured by the shadow of the subspace to the verge of collapse.

   The Great Devourer is getting closer.

   Nightmares haunt everyone.

  The control is getting stricter.

   Barr's defenders are all busy.

  They ran around, reinforced the final fortifications, and sent the produced weapons and ammunition to the designated location.

   Soon, the floating satellite released in the dark void of the Baal galaxy was triggered, sending a message to everyone.

   Here comes Tyron.

   Tyranid ships all fly faster than light.

   This means they are outside the light cone.

  If using the occult explanation, it is that they are outside of destiny.

  The propagation of light is conical along the time axis, which scholars of the Mechanicus call light cones.

  People outside the light cone cannot understand what is inside the light cone.

  The Leviathan fleet runs faster than light, their positions can only be observed through the subspace, and it is difficult to find their traces in the real universe.

  When they are close to the target, they will reduce their speed and use biological engines to propel them.

  When the first biological ships appeared on the outskirts of the galaxy.

  Plasma gas gushed out from the weapon platform, converging into a light beam and hitting the thick biological chitin.

  Air-cannon shells exploded in the wriggling wound cut deep.

  The biological turrets and sharp corners were destroyed by intensive firepower.

  Thick tentacles snapped off from the bottom by gunfire.

   It became the first victim.

  Nothing can resist such a high density of attacks.

  The hull became fragmented, being pushed forward by inertia.

  Air and moisture poured from the exposed hull, condensing in the void.

   Sleeping in the hull, waiting to be awakened, the Zerg individuals that went into battle were frozen in low temperature.

  At this time, the Baal galaxy is densely covered with weapon platforms, torpedo silos and booby-trapped minefields.

  They are connected into a giant spider web.

  From the edge of the dark universe to knowing the orbit of the Baal galaxy itself.

  Ships flicker in the defense grid.

   Fast gunboats and probe ships, nothing but weapons and engines.

  They are quickly constructed in the ports of the void, and then dragged to the battlefield.

   Ships from various battle groups were assembled and divided into several battle groups, cooperating with each other, trying to control the entire sky domain.

  A large number of biological ships appear in the dark universe, and they are different.

  Some are like slugs and some are like void whales.

   Some have a slight resemblance to marine life, but are a million times larger.

   Some biological ships have huge blades on their heads and thick biological armor on their bodies.

  A boat with tentacles, a boat with a spine, a boat with a tail.

  Many ships have unusually long tails, like jellyfish in the deep sea.

   Every way in which creatures can be assembled is presented before the eyes.

  These combinations originated from the evolution of different races, and now they are all integrated and absorbed by the Tyranids.

  They are forced to succumb to the will of the hive with terrifying consistency.

  The machine servant responsible for processing the detection data was twitching.

  Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands.

  The number keeps rising, and the huge amount of data makes the detection machine slave almost crash.

   Bells and sirens rang continuously, beeps and yells.

  Although the Tyranid weapons are not as powerful as those of the Empire, they are much more numerous.

  The void shield is distorted or pierced by the impact of torpedo spines and living missiles.

   The fast-flying biostalker gallops past in the green flames of the bioplasma jet.

   Squirts stingers from wriggling orifices.

   Those behemoths and imperial battleships that are more than 20 kilometers long are not inferior.

   Huge creature carrier covered in thick black pipes.

   Spits the huge, knobby teeth out of the ducts by peristalsis of muscles.

  The teeth fly in space, and when they hit the hull, they will burst, releasing groups of metal-eating creatures.

  The fighting in the void battlefield was extremely brutal.

   Communication between human fleets is very noisy.

  Each captain is issuing orders loudly to complete the maneuver, save his ship or find an angle to kill the enemy.

  They rely on the void defense system built by weapons platforms, torpedo silos, nuclear missiles and other weapons.

   Continuously destroying the Tyranid Zerg fleet.

  A large number of Zerg ships shattered into fragments, suspended in the void.

  However, in the face of an overwhelming advantage.

  The Tyranids still passed through the void defense system, and the huge biological ship crashed into the three planets.

  Bayer.

  Mephiston walked deep in the bloodstone mining field with think tanks selected from various war groups.

   Bloodstones are a symbol of honor for an Astartes monk of the blood of Sanguinius.

  Krull Mountain in Bavaria is the only place where blood stones are produced.

  The decorations polished by bloodstone are not only symbolic.

  Every piece can resonate slightly with the host spiritually.

   Individually, these ores are too small to have any effect on the bearer.

   But in places with a lot of ore, they can amplify spiritual power.

  It can help psykers better control and drive the power of the warp.

  When they were standing in the Bloodstone Mine.

  The light emitted by the soul in the warp will be brighter.

   Mephiston chose this place for a reason.

  Here, think tanks can ignore the shadow of subspace caused by the invasion of Tyranids, and get rid of the horrible sense of suffocation and pressure.

   From here they draw strength, thus rejuvenating their weary souls.

  Mephiston and others walked into a hall made of bloodstone crystals and filled with **** light.

   Psionic tentacles spun out of their heads as they walked in.

  Every think tank can feel the deep subspace through the Scarlet Hall, which is countless times easier than usual.

  They can feel the fullness of power.

  If they wish, they can easily call the more terrifying subspace power.

   There are many special things in the Bloodstone Mine.

  The most special point 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.

   Sharing each other's blood.

  Use this ritual to gain a more intimate relationship.

   They then lent their psychic powers to Mephiston.

  The light of the ruby ​​became extremely intense. Takes on a quality beyond what light should have.

  He was chanting an ancient mantra.

  With the help of other think tanks, Mephiston's soul was sent into the unpredictable and incomprehensible subspace.

   Through this ritual, Mephiston saw terrible 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 world of demons and connects to a real world.

   That world has stars next to it, and a red world curve.

   Its two moons are surrounded by ships in battle.

   That's Barr.

  The demon is watching Baal.

  Whoever wins will gain the power to enter Baal's Gate.

   Mephiston's eyes became firm, he did not allow failure.

  He must protect Baal in the disaster of angels.

  If he can repel the servants of the blood god, he can use this mine to leverage the power of the warp and repel the Zerg.

  Dark skies lit up with lasers and explosion flares.

  The light of war illuminates the frightened faces of the Baal people.

   They stood on their own defense line, trembling all over.

   A strange roar came from a distant place.

  Thunderhawk, Stormbird, Valkyrie and other fighters roared past.

  The flames formed by the explosions they created can be seen from far away.

   Tyranids are gathering and they will attack soon.

"Father."

  Looking at the artillery fire and the dark shadows in the sky.

  The boy made a crying sound.

  He is carrying a weapon.

  The body shivered in the cold wind mixed with the smell of gunfire.

  Yuji was also trembling, and he touched his son's face rarely, revealing the tenderness he once had.

  He knew that he was likely to die here.

   It is useless to criticize the poor child again.

  He resented his fate.

  I have been working hard all my life, but I always fall back to the bottom, becoming a humble, bullied water seller.

   His beloved woman died of illness in his arms.

  His kid became a fool in the selection.

   This world is so cruel.

  Deprive him of everything he has, and trample him underfoot.

  Yuji's cruelty to children stems from his helplessness towards fate.

  He is not those angels, he does not have the courage to fear death, nor does he have the decisive action.

  But he is really working hard to live his life well.

  Fate has teased and tortured him time and time again.

  Let him lose what he loves, let him lose everything.

   Now, he's dying.

   Those Zergs will charge and kill everyone.

  He is so weak, he will die with just a wave of the jointed limbs of those bugs.

   "Don't be afraid, Tiers, you will be accepted by the emperor, you are so kind." With tears in his eyes, Yogi said to his child in the gentle tone of the past.

   In those days it didn't get so bad.

   During the days when his wife was still alive.

   In the days when Tills was smart and strong.

  His tone is so gentle.

   Lost Tower.

   Countless shrill howls came from it, crazy and full of pain.

   They want blood and fights.

  When Tyron appeared in the Baal galaxy, the prisoners made their voices.

  The sixth sense possessed by this depraved beast is even more terrifying than the psychic power of the think tank.

   Their anger is the first to be kindled.

  The moment the war came, the prisoners were the first to howl,

  Blood thirst and black anger are eternal pain.

  If a Bloodchild seeks blood, clerics know they are haunted by visions of themselves, bloodthirsty.

  If a Son of Blood sings, the clerics will know they have been invaded by the memory of Sanguinius, and when the pain of Sanguinius overwhelms them, black rage will arise.

   Every child of the Holy Blood cannot escape the fate of being tortured by blood thirst and black anger.

  With the opening of the war, except for the original prisoners of the Lost Tower going crazy.

   There is also a part, the heirs of the holy blood who were originally normal are also out of control.

   This time, it was no longer a few people out of control, but hundreds of fighters out of control.

  As Tyron gets closer, this number may rise linearly.

  Even Dante felt uncontrollable anger.

  The servant of the Blood God chose this time to come to Baal, and had his own plans.

   It is very likely that the heirs of the holy blood will lose control in this war.

  If Mephiston fails to stop the blood god's servant, the holy blood descendants gathered in Barr will become blood god's slaves.

   Those out-of-control brothers were chained up and gathered in the cathedral.

   Here they will be incorporated into the Death Company.

   Priests sang ancient battle songs for them to soothe their souls.

"|May Sanguinius watch over you as you enter your last judgment, may the Emperor keep you faithful while your arms remain strong, and may your wrath burn in your last battle, you His soul shall be reborn in wrath to be with the great Father and Emperor."

  The powerful concealment of the priests, calming the runaway warrior, was replaced by the sorrow of Sanguinius' death.

   But these are short-lived.

  The blood slaves quickly affixed the death black cross to the soldiers of the death company and checked their weapons and equipment for the last time to ensure that they could fight heartily in the last battle.

  After finishing the final prayer and arming.

   These fighters will be sent to the dungeon of the Lost Tower.

   They will be released at the last moment.

  Dante watched as these warriors were sent into the Tower of Lost.

   They were chained to their chambers.

   When the priests turned away, the lost warriors were once again filled with rage.

   They yelled and said a heartbreaking thing.

   These words were first uttered aboard the Vengeful Spirit 10,000 years ago.

   Since then, it has been repeated countless times.

   "Why?" a voice roared maniacally, full of pain and sorrow, "Why did you betray us, Horus."

  The priests closed the gate of the Lost Tower.

   Cut off the words of the warrior who was in the illusion.

   There is no answer to give.

  Dante under the mask looked sad. After this battle, how many Sons of Sanguinius can remain normal? ?

   Maybe he'll be one of the lost too.

   "Sail us, Sanguinius. Protect us, Holy Emperor."

   Dante said in his heart.

  The harsh siren sounded.

   The sirens of the Zerg invasion resounded throughout the entire Angel Castle.

  The fighter planes fled back from afar, and behind them was an endless sea of ​​insects.

   They come, with destruction, with death.

  The defense line outside Angel Fort.

   Countless Zerg howled.

  Block out the sky and block out the sun.

   Absolutely terrifying.

  Those terrifying behemoths trampled on the surface, making a rumbling sound, and the whole earth shook.

  The soldiers drew out their weapons and activated them one after another, shouting slogans such as for Sanguinius and for the Emperor.

  They face their fate without fear.

  The civilians swallowed their saliva, trying not to turn around and run away in fear.

  Yuji, who sold water, hugged his child for the last time.

   "I hope you live, Tiers. If not, I bless you to return to the embrace of the Emperor. I love you, child."

  The boy looked at his father, he was a little slurred in a stupid way.

   "I.. also. love you, father."

  (end of this chapter)