Chapter 174: Warp, return my big-chested Sanguinius

"Four-Clawed Dante! Four-Clawed Dante! Four-Clawed Dante!"

All the Genestealers in the assembly hall raised their voices, shouting the name of that huge Genestealer.

The height of that Genestealer Patriarch was close to seven meters, and its four sharp claws like scythes flashed with black-red brilliance in the hazy light.

A heavy chitinous shell wrapped its blood-red body, extending all the way to its huge triangular head.

Embedded in this head was a pair of scarlet eyes full of malice, and behind the eyes was the hyperplastic huge brain tissue.

Just by looking at it, Zhou Yun understood that this Genestealer Patriarch was clearly much more powerful than the Hades Bug on Ashford.

This parasitic demigod probably had been entrenched on Baal long ago, growing constantly over the long years, and became this terrifying posture.

And the posture of this Genestealer Patriarch was clearly different from ordinary ones.

I don't know if the half of the human genetic sequence it possessed was unique, or if the Tyranid swarm exerted force, or if it was affected by the scarlet radiation on Baal?

Regardless, the malice it released was far superior to the Hades Bug, as if it were a purer bloodthirsty beast.

The giant beast's gaze swept across the entire assembly hall.

Swept by this terrifying gaze, the Genestealers didn't show any fear, but instead began to shout the name of Four-Clawed Dante excitedly.

The Genestealer Magus Spirit-Brain Mephiston, standing beside Four-Clawed Dante, slowly took a step forward.

As the chief psyker of the Genestealer group, she was the embodiment of the Patriarch's will.

Spirit-Brain Mephiston swept across the Genestealers present with her slender, light-blue eyes under the hyperplastic brain tissue.

"My brothers! Descendants flowing with the pure blood of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius!"

Four preachers stood beside the Magus, using huge loudspeaker equipment to amplify the Magus's voice:

"We have known since the day of our birth that we are the true masters of Baal, the true pure descendants of the Archangel."

"We are united, we are friendly, we are as close as brothers, we are civilized and kind, we are rational and orderly."

"But those ghouls, those blasphemous ghouls, have occupied the Baal that should have belonged to us, those ghouls entrenched in the Angel's Fortress, flowing with blasphemous blood in their bodies!"

"These beasts arrogantly claim that they are the descendants of Sanguinius, but the Sanguinius they worship has a pair of blasphemous bird wings!"

"Bird wings! Fellow brothers, let us think rationally! If a pair of bird wings were to carry a person... then that person's chest muscles would have to be at least one meter thick!"

Spirit-Brain Mephiston's voice carried thick mockery:

"Heavens, if the Bird-Winged Sanguinius were truly pure, without the help of any blasphemous evil power in the Warp... then he really has a pair of proud peaks!"

In an instant, the Genestealers present couldn't help but let out joyful laughter.

Zhou Yun also couldn't help but laugh out loud. Only Mephiston present still had a face like his father had died.

Honestly, Zhou Yun started to like this group of Genestealers; they were too interesting.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but look at the winged figure in the white light in the corner, mainly looking at his chest muscles.

The winged figure in the white light didn't speak, but the white light all over his body seemed to be burning fiercely.

In fact, he himself had complained to Zhou Yun about this matter before, saying that he was the Primarch who realized earliest that he might be stained with the Warp.

After all, any Primarch with a superhuman brain, seeing this pair of wings behind him, would realize that this thing was extremely unscientific.

It is neither aerodynamic nor biological.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but feel a pity; if there were no Warp, Sanguinius would have to grow a meter-thick chest to fly. The Warp really did all the bad things.

Seeing the reaction of the Genestealers present, the Magus hooked her mouth into a smile:

"Look at those cannibal trolls entrenched in the so-called Angel's Fortress! A group of cannibal trolls over two meters tall!"

"They are separated from each other, flowing with the same blood but shattered into countless Chapters."

"They hate each other, clearly claiming to be descendants of Sanguinius but full of contradictions."

"They claim to be brothers, but have completely different customs among each other."

"They claim to be protectors of humanity... but look at what they have done!"

The Genestealer Magus raised her voice and scolded angrily:

"Capturing humans as blood thralls, mixing blood into red wine for tasting, slaughtering civilians and eating their flesh!"

"In their high towers, they are full of monsters that have grown fangs and crave blood."

"In their hearts, they are full of dark anger and curses!"

"Aged corpse-ghosts who have lived for a thousand years rule them, pale vampire wizards who returned from death are served by them, and blasphemous blood is used by them to twist the bodies of pure humans!"

"Blasphemy! Blasphemy! Blasphemy!"

Zhou Yun looked at Mephiston not far away. This pale vampire wizard who returned from death was clenching his fists tightly.

If it weren't for waiting to hunt that Lictor, Mephiston would have shot a psychic cannon to blow this assembly hall into the sky long ago.

"But the long wait is finally over!!!" The Magus raised her hands high and roared:

"Hundreds of years of lurking have ended; we will surge out of the desert and overthrow the tyranny of the ghouls!"

"The voice of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius has sounded in our ears, the sacred singing is loud, and the sound of sheath-wings trembling is sharp and moving."

"And the great Living Saint Sanguineli is about to arrive at Baal, and the insect egg carrying his sacred body will descend from the sky and fall into the desert."

"And we will welcome him back, let his sacred guidance guide us!"

"Fifteen great champions of Sheath-Winged Sanguinius will go to the place where the insect egg falls with me and Lord Four-Clawed Dante to witness the birth of Sanguineli!"

"One thousand years! That descendant of the salt-gatherer on Baal II has served the Emperor for a thousand years!"

Dante stood on the high platform of the Crimson Great Council Hall, wearing a golden mask carved with the face of Sanguinius, looking at his allies:

"I have lived for a very long time and witnessed many things I could not have imagined."

"Every century I have lived has brought a new fear to test our Empire."

"I have witnessed the awakening of the Necrons, and I have seen the emergence of the T'au Empire."

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"When the Hive Fleet arrived from outside the galaxy and preyed on our worlds, I was there."

"When the Ork Warlord Bonebreaker... Salaka invaded Armageddon three times, I was there."

The fresh blood on Sanguinius's mask shone brightly, and Dante raised his voice:

"I have witnessed the fall of Chapters, I have witnessed the destruction of worlds, and I have seen the armies of the Empire wither due to the betrayal of traitors."

"I have also seen the ambition of vain people turn the innocent into the filthy and hungry food in the darkness."

"I have witnessed all this, I have faced all this, but the Empire stands tall! The Blood Angels stand tall! The descendants of Sanguinius stand tall!"

Dante placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared at his allies:

"Now, when you look up at the stars, you will find the sky dark, because the Tyranid swarm is enough to block their light."

"Now, when you look at the enemy, you will be horrified by their numbers, because the Tyranid swarm seems to have no end."

"Now, when your souls enter the Warp, you will witness emptiness and pain, because the Warp shadow is so hungry."

"You see all this and will think we cannot win, will think we are standing on a must-lose land."

Dante looked at the silent blood Chapters, and anger flowed in his voice, anger stained with blood:

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

"We must face the curse we carry, know that this anger comes from Sanguinius, and release Sanguinius's boundless anger to that group of damned xenos!"

His fist slammed heavily on the table, and the newly built marble cracked:

"The Empire will continue! The Blood Angels will continue! Baal will continue! The blood of Sanguinius will continue!"

"I swear by the blood on my forehead and the blood of this body! We will achieve victory on the must-lose land! Here, on Baal, Leviathan will die!"

Dante took a deep breath, and his roar echoed throughout the Crimson Great Council Hall.

Rage, the rage surging from Dante's body, affected every battle-brother flowing with Sanguinius's blood.

That scarlet anger was spreading, just like the ripples slowly rising in the blood pool, spreading from one person to another.

The smell of blood surged in the Crimson Great Council Hall, every warrior's two hearts were beating strongly, and every warrior's soul was angry.

A connection transcending material limitations spread among the leaders of various Chapters.

They were surprised to find that they were so close to each other.

The same blood, the same curse, the same anger from Sanguinius.

Silence was maintained in the Crimson Great Council Hall for a short while.

Then, it was shattered by the shouting.

"Dante!" The roar sounded, unstoppable: "Dante! Dante! Dante!"

The Space Marines roared, beating their chests with steel-covered fists, and the harsh sound of metal collision resounded through the Crimson Great Council Hall.

Their anger was as hot as a newly forged long sword, red and hot, but united as one.

Dante stared at this scene; he knew that in terms of emotion, these warriors had united as one.

Next was to re-melt these brothers who had been separated for ten thousand years together in command and military terms.

This is the most difficult part; may Sanguinius bless...

Dante placed his fingers lightly on the blood of Sanguinius on his forehead.

He could not see at all that in the Warp, behind him,

a winged figure in the white light burning fiercely was slowly wrapping his wings around him...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 175 =====