Chapter 122

One hundred and sixty-nine devout and unmutated pure Cadians chanted the prayer written by Zhou Yun loudly.

They, along with the thirteen leading Sisters of Battle, all held three burning candles in their hands, the firelight flickering with their loud prayers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"In the forty thousand years of humanity, Power Fist Blood Angel Group!"

"Support the Emperor and destroy the insects, fifty-five days in the Underworld!"

"The sky has no rain, the ground is scorched and dry, the insects' eyeballs are all turning red!"

"The Angel is worried, together they descend the mountain to spread the Dao!"

The sonorous and powerful singing voice with a unique flavor rang out from behind the defensive line.

General Droste looked back with a bewildered expression, and Xiang Xiang Leina's eyes were also full of confusion.

Only to see that as their singing voice rang out, several strands of smoke jumped out from the candlelight, floating and flowing in the sky, and the barrier between the Warp and reality became somewhat thin as a result.

"Screech!!!!"

The Zoanthropes seemed to have sensed something and let out a sharp roar; powerful psychic power directly lifted the toppled statue on the defensive line.

The rubble turned into missiles and smashed toward the Cadian soldiers in the defensive line.

However, those missiles suddenly hovered in mid-air before they even touched the Astra Militarum soldiers.

Xiang Xiang Leina manipulated her psychic power to resist the Zoanthropes' powerful attacks.

She stood up, supporting her body; she felt the Holy Word tattoo on her cheek seem to be burning slightly.

With the strange prayers and singing of the Astra Militarum soldiers behind her, she felt the existence of the Warp more clearly than ever before.

She could even sense that some kind of light was flying toward Ashford in the Warp, and as time passed, that light became increasingly bright.

"Actually, can it really be prayed out?!" Xiang Xiang Leina couldn't help but click her tongue.

She suddenly remembered that Zhou Yun had said he was the Angel's Chosen.

Joan really was the Emperor's Chosen, and Zhou Yun seemed to really be the Angel's Chosen...

"No way, only I am fake..."

The corner of Xiang Xiang Leina's eye couldn't help but twitch a few times, but she knew there was no time to think about these things now.

That white light gradually surging from the Warp was amplifying her psychic power and weakening the Zoanthropes' psychic power.

She had to hold the defensive line!

"Not alien! Not Chaos! Chant the prayer and speak the holy words!"

"Raise the yellow paper! Offer incense smoke! Invite the Primarchs from all the caves!"

Seeing the white light in the corner of her eye becoming increasingly clear, Zhou Yun knew that the Astra Militarum soldiers' prayers had begun to take effect, and immediately followed along and shouted loudly.

The ferocious and huge Hive Tyrant also had considerable psychic power, and it also sensed the white light rising in the Warp.

"Roar!!!"

It roared and charged toward Zhou Yun, who was calling out to the winged figure in the white light.

The Tyrant understood that Zhou Yun was the center of all these changes; as long as he was interrupted—

Slash!!!

A smell of burning flesh came from the Tyrant's left shoulder, instantly interrupting its action.

Scorching lasers shot from the ruins of the buildings around the street, accurately hitting its shoulder that was not covered by chitinous carapace.

In the ruins, Ratling sniper Hobian Bai Lu gripped his sniper-specialized laser rifle tightly.

He and the remaining Ratling snipers had been hiding in the shadows, just to cover Zhou Yun and the Cadians to complete the prayer at the last moment.

"Champion, count one point for me this time." Hobian Bai Lu chuckled.

Half of his body was becoming rotten with flesh and blood under the corrosion of the dispersing spore clouds.

Strands of scorching and accurate lasers shot out from various places in the ruins, all aiming at the left shoulder not covered by the Tyrant's chitinous carapace.

These attacks could not cause substantial damage to the Tyrant, but they successfully stalled its advance, creating an opportunity for Zhou Yun.

"The big heads work hard with one heart! Turning into soldiers in the Warp!"

"Relying on the art of the immortals, definitely purge the swarm and sweep away the soldiers!"

The prayers of the Astra Militarum, the Sisters of Battle, and Zhou Yun connected into one piece.

The smoke swirling from the candles gradually permeated the entire battlefield, like an endless cloud.

Reality became hazy and unclear, and strands of dazzling golden light burst out from the firelight of the candles.

This miraculous scene quickly boosted the morale of the Astra Militarum soldiers on the scene; they seemed to feel inexhaustible power surging within their bodies.

"Cadians stand tall!!!!" General Droste took the opportunity to roar, directing the high-morale Astra Militarum to launch a charge toward the swarm led by the Tyrant guards.

For a time, on the battlefield, the Imperial side seemed to have reignited hope.

"The Second Empire Emperor issues an order! The Blood Angel Group moves forward!"

"Drive all the insect ghosts out of the Underworld!"

"Chicken meatballs, all hit, it's not difficult to pacify the swarm!"

"Great Devourer, all cold with fear, Tyrant warriors all vanish!"

"Dismantle the hatching pool, pull out the capillaries, emergency destruction of the biological ships!"

"Insect ghosts, all purged, the Angel unifies the galaxy!"

General Droste looked with surprise at the increasingly bright white light in mid-air.

That light seemed to have infinite holiness, like the sun, like a furnace fire, like hope that would never be extinguished.

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It was actually useful!

Although the series of prayers Zhou Yun made up included vocabulary that Droste couldn't understand, such as "chicken meatballs," "Angel sauce," and "Second Empire Emperor," it looked like it could really summon the Archangel!

"Most hateful are those poisonous insects and fierce beasts! Eating up our flesh and blood!"

"Blood thirst boiling! Fifty-five days in the Underworld!"

"Black Rage erupting! Fifty-five days in the Underworld!"

As the prayers of the one hundred and sixty-nine pure Cadians reached their peak, a brilliant white light like a furnace fire suddenly erupted in mid-air.

This light radiated over the entire defensive line, spreading to the city ruins occupied by the swarm.

"Screech!!!!" The Zoanthropes let out a wail; the psychic power surrounding them was actually melting and retreating bit by bit, as if encountering dew under the bright sunshine.

The Cadians on the battlefield couldn't help but raise their heads, looking at the brilliant white light in mid-air with reverent eyes.

"Sanguinius above..." General Droste couldn't help but say.

"Archangel..." Xiang Xiang Leina also looked at the winged figure gradually taking shape in the white light with a dazed expression.

Sanguinius, that Archangel, was he truly going to manifest on the battlefield?!

"Hmm?" Zhou Yun blinked; he vaguely felt something strange.

He always felt... always felt... something was approaching him... approaching a more essential, more profound place of his...

That glowing, bright, quite tempting...

Zhou Yun couldn't resist the temptation and instinctively grabbed lightly toward the thing approaching him...

"Hmm?" The winged figure in the white light let out a bewildered exclamation.

The brilliant and dazzling white light in mid-air shook violently, and a certain kind of blue color full of metallic feeling began to infect him rapidly—

"Holy shit?"

The winged figure in the white light—no, now it was the winged figure in the blue light—let out a bewildered exclamation:

"Holy shit! What are you doing?!"

Zhou Yun blinked his eyes in bewilderment.

Mephiston looked at this scene with some disbelief.

When his consciousness was searching for the path to the Underworld System in the pitch-black shadow of the Warp, he suddenly saw a brilliant and dazzling white light pierce through the darkness.

He saw a looming figure in the light.

That figure had wings as white as condensed light, emitting the quiet fragrance of incense, and chains made of pure silver hung over his wings, shining brightly.

Mephiston could feel the power on him.

It was like the sun in the desert, shining in the brilliance of noon, displaying scorching power and divinity in the light.

Mephiston's heart beat fast; he felt that something in his soul was being summoned, wanting to fly toward that figure.

"Sanguinor?" Mephiston whispered the name.

That ancient, mysterious warrior always appeared in the most dangerous battles encountered by the Blood Angels.

Some suspected that it was the remnant of Sanguinius's soul after being killed by Horus; some suspected that it was Azkaellon, the captain of the Sanguinary Guard ten thousand years ago; and others suspected that it was Sanguinius's former shadow double.

Mephiston only knew that that holy figure possessed Warp properties.

But he soon noticed something wrong; Mephiston had seen Sanguinor's figure on the battlefield before.

That figure was not the same as this one... That figure, compared to Sanguinor, was like some kind of purer, more thorough Warp creation.

And Mephiston saw that a smaller figure was entwined beside that figure.

That figure wore a golden Sanguinius mask and was clad in armor like pure gold—that was the real Sanguinor.

Mephiston only felt dizzy.

If that nobler, brighter figure was not Sanguinor, then it could only be—

Mephiston hurriedly let his consciousness, wrapped in powerful psychic power, follow closely behind that pure white figure.

Only to see that the bright light released from that figure dispersed a portion of the shadows shrouding the Warp, exposing the surging Warp beneath the shadows.

In the position illuminated by the pure white figure's light, the barrier between the Warp and reality seemed to have become thin because of some kind of ritual, becoming fragile at a touch.

That figure in the white light slowly reached out, held up Sanguinor who was circling beside him, and was about to throw him into the dividing point between reality and the Warp...

Mephiston vaguely realized that such things must have happened many times before. It was precisely this figure who threw Sanguinor into reality time and time again, helping the Blood Angels overcome difficulties.

A resonance from the depths of his soul made Mephiston's body tremble slightly.

If one were to discuss which Astartes chapter had the deepest connection with their gene-father, it was undoubtedly the Blood Angels.

For most other Astartes, the gene-father seemed to be just an ancient legend or a tourist attraction.

But the Archangel was linked to the soul of every Blood Angel through the Black Rage.

"Father?" Mephiston couldn't help but ask.

That winged figure in the white light turned his head slightly to look at Mephiston.

He seemed to have some hesitation, but after the hesitation, he still opened his mouth lightly and said: "My son—"

The figure's voice suddenly cut off.

Mephiston's eyes widened instantly.

He saw that behind that dazzling figure, a larger shadow appeared.

A blue, huge shadow emitting a metallic luster reached out a round, huge hand toward the figure suspected to be his gene-father...

(End of chapter)