Chapter 149

"What are you looking at me for!"

"I picked all this up!"

Trazyn looked at that blue figure covering his pocket, saying such nonsense with a face of justification, and was dumbfounded.

How could there be such a shameless person in this world...

"I don't know who you are, but a C'tan shard is not something that young races like you can grasp!"

Trazyn shouted urgently, the warscythe in His hand pointing at Zhou Yun.

He hated those young races who stole the precious property of the Necrons most in his life; those young, stupid boys always looted the tombs of the Necrons, to which Trazyn was only willing to respond with war.

Although He didn't know what method this unknown existence before Him used to trap the C'tan shard in that pocket,

Trazyn would not allow the property of the Necrons to flow out!

Zhou Yun looked up and down at this Necron Overlord.

Trazyn the Infinite, one of the most famous Necron Overlords.

Although not as good as a C'tan shard, if He were stuffed into the fourth-dimensional pocket... Zhou Yun's eyes lit up slightly, and the look in his eyes toward Trazyn also became somewhat eager.

I see you are still charming...

Sanguinor remained silent, gently vibrating his wings, circling around Zhou Yun.

Trazyn noticed the somewhat terrifying look in Zhou Yun's eyes.

His metallic body trembled slightly, because Zhou Yun's eyes were filled with hunger and greed.

That was the look in the eyes of a higher-level Tyranid organism looking at humans; just one look was enough to detect his hunger...

But even that group of space pests, the Tyranids, would not show such a look toward the metallic body of a Necron.

Normal life would not show such a look!

Trazyn glanced at Sanguinor circling around Zhou Yun, then looked at His own broken metallic arm.

Finally, He landed on the look of greed in Zhou Yun's eyes.

This situation seemed somewhat unfavorable for Him.

And there was a large human fleet nearby, who might also be in cahoots with him.

"Brother, let me pick you up too!" Zhou Yun grinned and stretched out his round hand toward Trazyn the Infinite.

Trazyn shuddered and hurriedly raised the warscythe in His hand to cut through the air.

However, Sanguinor came faster; his silver longsword flicked away Trazyn's fluorescent green warscythe in the blink of an eye.

Trazyn, almost without hesitation, turned and retreated into the deep space.

Fluorescent green lines like circuit boards appeared behind Him.

These lines crossed and gathered together, crackling and popping, forming a hyper-dimensional door.

"You wait, young race, I will return one day to retrieve the property of the Necrons!"

Trazyn left a harsh threat and hurriedly drilled into the door, disappearing without a trace.

"... Is it necessary? I was just scaring you." Zhou Yun reached out and scratched his round head.

He was just trying it out casually, not seriously thinking about catching Trazyn and selling Him.

After all, among the Necron Overlords, Trazyn was considered quite good, one of the few Necrons who could communicate normally, and didn't have the bad habit of petty theft.

Zhou Yun vaguely sensed a look of disgust.

He glanced at Sanguinor hovering in mid-air.

"Are you some kind of wild Greater Daemon?" Zhou Yun blinked and asked.

He was curious about the existence of this suspected Blood Angels Living Saint before him.

He was not the same person as the winged figure in the white light in the corner of his eye, but they had a thousand threads of connection...

Sanguinor just gently vibrated his wings, flying to Zhou Yun's side; he lowered his voice and said to Zhou Yun almost imperceptibly:

"Within the Scarlet Scars, the gaze of the Blood God is everywhere..."

"A stalker, huh." Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The Scarlet Scars sector contained about a thousand planets; the stars in this sector would release a certain toxic scarlet radiation.

The Hades system and the Baal system were both in this sector... here it was said to be the scar slashed by the Blood God Khorne in the material universe.

Sanguinor only responded to Zhou Yun with silence.

And the figure in the white light in the corner of Zhou Yun's eye had become somewhat thin and invisible; Zhou Yun could only vaguely hear His voice, but couldn't hear it clearly.

It seemed that He had also temporarily lost the power to let His strength pass through the barrier between the Warp and the material universe.

Zhou Yun watched Sanguinor nod slightly toward him, then vibrated his wings and flew toward the Blood Angels fleet not far away.

He also turned his head to look at the Blade of Vengeance in the center of the fleet; this flagship of the Blood Angels was standing quietly in the void... Zhou Yun could vaguely feel the gaze cast from that flagship.

That might be the gaze of Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante, or it might be from Chief Librarian Mephiston.

Whichever it was, Zhou Yun had not yet reached the time to talk face-to-face with them.

The Blood God was always watching the Scarlet Scars; both the winged figure in the white light and Sanguinor had warned him.

And on the Blood Angels, it was likely that more gazes were cast; what's more, according to what Zhou Yun knew, there was always a Khorne Greater Daemon paying attention to the descendants of Sanguinius.

And if the Blood God knew Zhou Yun's purpose, there would definitely be more than one Greater Daemon trying to invade the material universe, and it might even lead to the descent of Sanguinius's brother, who was ascended by the Blood God, into reality.

He shook his head slightly and glanced at Ashford under his feet; this planet had turned into some kind of charred shadow in the shockwave.

Zhou Yun watched this planet for a while, then pulled the Anywhere Door out of his fourth-dimensional pocket.

In the map obtained from General Droste, the location information of the planets near the Hades system was roughly recorded.

The Anywhere Door, red with a hint of pink, stood in the void; Zhou Yun placed his hand on the Anywhere Door and said in a low voice: "Baal Prime..." The Anywhere Door was pushed open, scarlet sunlight shone, and blood-colored heat waves slapped Zhou Yun's face; he stepped into it.

Commander Dante stood on the bridge; everything that had just happened made him feel bewildered.

But he had to remain firm, guiding the Blood Angels behind him who still trusted their Chapter Master.

The Astartes who followed Dante to the Hades system, including the warriors of the Blood Angels and Flesh Tearers, about half died in this star system.

Even more mortals who held their ground in this star system died.

Dante felt pain for these deaths, even though he had no doubt that if he ordered the warriors to return to the battlefield, they would not hesitate.

It was just that Dante's own heart was full of hesitation and doubt...

Was the sacrifice we made enough? Did we cause enough trauma to the Tyranids? What exactly was that strange blue figure?

Could Baal survive the war? Could the Blood Angels survive? Would those chapters that had been separated for many years respond to the call?

Did I fail the blood of Sanguinius?

Dante felt exhausted and painful.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew across the deck of the Blade of Vengeance.

Pure white light mixed with a bit of blue flickered in the void, passing lightly through the bridge of the Blade of Vengeance.

In an instant, Dante almost thought that the Hive Mind or that strange blue figure had launched an attack.

His hand fell instinctively onto the pistol at his waist.

Then, the white light mixed with blue gradually became thin, revealing the winged figure and golden mask within.

The wings, pure white with a bit of strange blue, unfolded gently.

Dante looked at the figure before him in surprise.

Sanguinor; this was the first time that Sanguinor had not left after the battle ended.

Even Dante had almost never faced this legendary warrior like this.

All activities on the deck stopped; even the most arrogant Blood Angels couldn't help but kneel on one knee, expressing respect to this legendary warrior.

Only Dante was still standing; he was looking at Sanguinor with almost pain and sorrow.

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Why did this ancient warrior come?

To condemn his failure? To blame him for leading the Blood Angels into a quagmire? Or did he truly fail the blood of Sanguinius?

Or was it that the Primarch would point the way for him?

Dante almost smelled the faint scent of incense on Sanguinor.

Sanguinor's wings, mixed with a bit of blue, unfolded gently, sweeping over the lowered heads of every Blood Angel.

He walked calmly and slowly to Dante's front.

Dante and his face were both wearing golden masks sculpted with Sanguinius's face.

The two stood face-to-face, and silence permeated the air...

Dante stretched out his hand gently and took off his mask, revealing the exhausted face beneath the mask.

This face belonged to Luis Dante of the second moon of Baal, a warrior who had served for a thousand years, an exhausted Chapter Master, belonging to the child of the salt-gatherer Arrias.

Dante almost never took off his mask; he didn't want the pain and exhaustion on his face to be exposed to the Blood Angels.

Dante also hated the exhaustion and pain he showed; in his heart, he knew he was already tired of his long life.

But he knew his responsibility still existed; he had to face this legendary warrior with his true face and ask that question.

Dante looked at Sanguinor's golden mask, looked at the face belonging to the Great Angel.

"Is this enough?"

Dante asked with an almost hoarse voice, the sound as low as a whisper:

"Is this enough to save Baal?"

Silence; Sanguinor only faced Dante with long silence.

This almost made Dante feel that this question would have no answer...

Then, for the first time in the Chapter's history, in the long years of ten thousand years,

The Blood Angels heard Sanguinor's voice for the first time.

Dante almost held his breath, listening to the words of this holy existence before him.

"Hope remains," Sanguinor said softly.

A little light ignited in Dante's eyes.

Hope, as long as there is hope for everything, it is fine.

Sanguinor turned his head to look into the endless deep space behind him.

He said in a voice that Dante could barely hear clearly:

"He will bring us hope... Doraemon... help us."

Finished, finished, this volume is almost over.

(End of chapter)