Chapter 173: The Warp Return My Big-Breasted Saint Guilliman

"Four-clawed Dante! Four-clawed Dante! Four-clawed Dante!"

All the gene-thieves in the assembly hall raised their voices, shouting the name of the massive gene-thief.

The gene-thief chieftain stood nearly seven meters tall, four blade-like claws glinting with black-red radiance in the dim light.

A thick chitinous carapace encased its blood-red body, extending all the way to its massive triangular head.

Embedded in that skull were a pair of malevolent crimson eyes, behind which proliferated enormous brain tissue.

One glance told Zhou Yun this gene-thief was clearly far stronger than the Hellworms of Asford.

This parasitic demigod had likely dwelled on Bar for centuries, growing steadily over time into this horrifying form.

Moreover, the chieftain's appearance clearly differed from ordinary gene-thieves.

Was it due to its uniquely distinct human genetic sequence, the Tyranids' intervention, or the influence of Bar's crimson radiation?

Regardless, its malice far surpassed that of the Hellworms, like a purer, bloodthirsty beast.

The behemoth's gaze swept across the entire assembly hall.

Though struck by its terrifying presence, the gene-thieves showed no fear—instead, they cheered louder, chanting Four-clawed Dante's name.

Standing beside Four-clawed Dante, the gene-thief high priest, Mindbrain. Mephiston, stepped forward slowly.

As the chief psyker of the gene-thief race, she was the living embodiment of the chieftain's will.

Mindbrain. Mephiston's slender, blue-tinged eyes, emerging from her proliferated brain tissue, scanned the gathered gene-thieves.

"My brothers! Offspring of the pure blood of Winged Saint Guilliman!"

Four evangelists stood beside the high priest, amplifying her voice through massive speakers:

"From the moment of our birth, we have known: we are the true masters of Bar, the purest children of the Archangel."

"We are united. We are loving. We are as brothers. We are civilized. We are rational. We are orderly."

"But these ghouls—these blasphemous ghouls—have seized Bar, which rightfully belongs to us! These ghouls, dwelling in the Angel's Keep, whose veins run with blasphemous blood!"

"These beasts arrogantly claim to be Saint Guilliman's children, yet their Saint Guilliman bears blasphemous bird wings!"

"Bird wings! Dear friends, let us think rationally! If bird wings were to carry a man aloft, that man's pectorals must be at least one meter thick!"

Mindbrain. Mephiston's voice dripped with mockery:

"Good heavens—if Winged Saint Guilliman were truly pure, untouched by any blasphemous warp power, then he must have had astonishingly magnificent breasts!"

Instantly, the gene-thieves burst into delighted laughter.

Zhou Yun couldn't help laughing too—only Mephiston kept a face as grim as if her father had just died.

Honestly, Zhou Yun was starting to like these cunning bastards—they were too entertaining.

Zhou Yun couldn't help glancing at the winged figure in Bai Guang's corner, focusing especially on his pectorals.

The winged figure in Bai Guang said nothing; his entire body glowed as if engulfed in roaring white flames.

He himself had once complained to Zhou Yun about this, admitting he was the first Primarch to realize he might be tainted by the warp.

After all, any Primarch with a superhuman mind, seeing the wings on his back, would realize they made no sense.

Neither aerodynamic nor biological.

Zhou Yun couldn't help feeling sorry—if not for the warp, Saint Guilliman would have needed to grow one-meter-thick pectorals just to fly. The warp truly did nothing but evil.

Seeing the gene-thieves' reaction, the high priest smiled.

"Now look at those Blood Angels holed up in their so-called Angel's Keep! A horde of two-meter-tall man-eating trolls!"

"They are divided, sharing the same blood yet shattered into countless battle chapters."

"They hate each other, claiming to be children of Saint Guilliman yet filled with contradictions."

"They call themselves brothers, yet each holds entirely different customs."

"They claim to be humanity's protectors—but look at what they've done!"

The gene-thief high priest raised her voice, roaring in fury:

"They keep humans as blood slaves! Mix blood into wine for tasting! Slaughter civilians and devour their flesh!"

"In their towers, monsters sprout fangs, thirsting for blood."

"In their hearts, black rage and curses fester."

"Ancient undead ghouls, aged a thousand years, rule them. Pale vampire-wizards risen from death are worshipped by them. Blasphemous blood is used to twist the pure human form!"

"Blasphemy! Blasphemy! Blasphemy!"

Zhou Yun watched Mephiston nearby—the pale vampire-wizard risen from death—clenching his fists tightly.

Had he not been waiting to hunt the Lictor, Mephiston would have already fired a psychic cannon and blown this hall to rubble.

"But the long wait is finally over!!!" the high priest raised her arms, roaring:

"Centuries of hibernation have ended! We shall surge from the desert and overthrow the ghouls' tyranny!"

"The voice of Winged Saint Guilliman has reached our ears—a holy song ringing loud, the flutter of wings sharp and beautiful."

"And the great living saint, Saint Guilliel, shall soon arrive on Bar. The sacred eggs bearing his body shall fall from the sky, crashing into the desert."

"We shall welcome it, and let its divine guidance lead us!"

"Fifteen great champions of Winged Saint Guilliman shall join me and Lord Four-clawed Dante to the site where the eggs fall, to witness Saint Guilliel's birth!"

"A thousand years! The descendants of the salt miners on Bar-2 have served the Emperor for a thousand years!"

Dante stood atop the high dais of the Crimson Grand Hall, wearing a golden mask carved with Saint Guilliman's face, gazing at his allies:

"I have lived a long time, witnessing things I could never have imagined."

"Each century of my life has brought a new terror to test our Empire."

"I have witnessed the awakening of the Necrons. I have seen the rise of the Tau Empire."

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"When the Hive Fleets arrived from beyond the galaxy, devouring our worlds, I was there."

"When the Ork warlord Skulltaker invaded Armageddon three times, I was there."

Crimson blood gleamed on Saint Guilliman's mask; Dante raised his voice:

"I have seen chapters fall. I have witnessed worlds destroyed. I have seen the Emperor's armies wither from traitorous betrayal."

"I have seen the ambition of the vain turn the innocent into food for the filthy, ravenous dark."

"I have witnessed all this. I have faced all this. Yet the Empire stands! The Blood Angels stand! The children of Saint Guilliman stand!"

Dante placed his hands on the table, leaning forward, staring at his allies:

"Now, when you look up at the stars, you see only darkness—because the Tyranids blot out their light."

"Now, when you face your enemies, you are horrified by their numbers—because the Tyranids seem endless."

"Now, when your souls enter the warp, you witness emptiness and agony—because the warp's shadow is insatiable."

"You see all this, and you believe we cannot win. You believe we stand on ground doomed to defeat."

Dante stared at the silent Blood Chapters before him, his voice thick with clear, blood-soaked fury:

"But we will win. I tell you—we will win."

"We must confront the curse upon us. Know that this rage comes from Saint Guilliman—and unleash Saint Guilliman's boundless fury upon those damned aliens!"

His fist slammed onto the table, cracking the newly laid marble:

"The Empire shall endure! The Blood Angels shall endure! Bar shall endure! The blood of Saint Guilliman shall endure!"

"I swear by the blood on my brow and the blood in my body—we shall triumph on ground destined to fall! Here, on Bar, the Leviathan shall die!"

Dante took a deep breath; his roar echoed throughout the Crimson Grand Hall.

The rage surging from Dante infected every brother who carried Saint Guilliman's blood.

That crimson fury spread like ripples rising slowly from a blood pool, passing from one to another.

The scent of blood surged through the Crimson Grand Hall; every warrior's twin hearts pounded fiercely, every warrior's soul burned with rage.

A connection beyond material limits spread among the leaders of each chapter.

They were astonished to realize how close they truly were.

The same blood. The same curse. The same rage from Saint Guilliman.

Silence lingered in the Crimson Grand Hall for a moment.

Then it shattered under a roar.

"Dante!" came the furious, unstoppable cry: "Dante! Dante! Dante!"

Space Marines roared, pounding their armored chests with iron-clad fists—the metallic clangs rang through the Crimson Grand Hall.

Their fury burned like freshly forged swords—red-hot, searing, yet fused as one.

Dante gazed at this scene, knowing that emotionally, these warriors were now united.

Now came the harder task: to command, to militarily reforge these brothers, separated for ten thousand years.

That was the true challenge. May Saint Guilliman protect us.

Dante's fingers gently touched the blood on his brow.

He could not see, in the warp, behind him,

the winged figure in roaring white light slowly drawing his wings around him.

(End of Chapter)