Chapter 182: Shoot Erebus with both shots

The pinkish-red wooden door suddenly appeared before Dante's desk, standing in the hazy candlelight of the room, reflecting a faint red luster.

The Scarlet Scar outside the window tore through the sky, but in Dante's eyes, this pinkish-red wooden door was even more terrifying than that.

He hurriedly, yet not without panic, grabbed the meltagun placed at his side. This meltagun, which condensed the technology of the Dark Age, was enough to burn through the chitinous carapace of a Tyranid beast, but the sense of security this brought Dante was not much.

He knew what was behind the door.

A Warp existence that had not yet ascended to its throne, a believer known as the Chosen of Death, the Primordial Power, and the Eternal Dragon.

Dante was not sure how much power this Warp existence had squeezed into its current material body... If Mephiston were standing by His side, perhaps he could make a more accurate judgment.

But now Mephiston might have already fallen to that Warp existence.

Crack——————

The wooden door opened gently in the room, and a hot wind from the desert whistled in, hitting Dante's face, causing the candlelight in the room to flicker.

A man wearing a linen-colored robe and a cowboy hat walked slowly out from behind the door.

The man's face resembled the people of the ancient Terran Eastern Dragon nations.

The moment he saw that face, Dante felt the meltagun in his hand trembling slightly. He could perceive that this old partner who had accompanied him for many years was feeling excited, but at the same time, somewhat resistant to firing at that man.

The man walked out of the wooden door against the wind and sand, with Mephiston, wearing scarlet power armor, following behind him.

Mephiston's pale hair moved with the wind, and his pale face looked exceptionally terrifying under the reflection of the Scarlet Scar behind the door, as if he were an attendant following the God of Death.

"Good evening, Lord Dante," the man said with a smile.

His smile revealed sincerity just right, very approachable, making people unable to help but generate trust.

Dante's expression shook, and he hurriedly suppressed the trust that instinctively arose in his mind toward the man—is this some kind of Warp power? Doesn't look like it?

The man seemed to notice that Dante had resisted the approachability brought by his smile, so he shrugged and closed the wooden door casually.

The change in air pressure instantly caused a small vortex in the room, stirring the documents on the table to fly.

Dante's cheek twitched imperceptibly. These documents were what he had just organized.

Damn it, he would have to work overtime to clean them up later... Dante hadn't enjoyed sleep for quite a few days.

"How should I address you?" Dante weighed his tone, putting the Chapter Master's mask back on his face, pressing everything that belonged to the salt seller's child to the bottom of his heart: "Zhou Yun? Doraemon? Leman Russ? Neos? Or something else?"

"Just call me Zhou Yun," the man who called himself Zhou Yun nodded slightly. His voice was soft yet deep, as if he were an extremely trustworthy elder: "In the East of ancient Terra, in a language almost forgotten, the meaning of this word is 'a cloud layer circling in a circle'."

It really is related to the Dragon nations... Dante had read sporadic records about the Dragon nations in the Chapter's records.

He knew that the country once existed in the east of the Terran Imperial Palace and was a union of several ancient Terran countries.

It was said that at the end of the Terran Unification Wars, this country disappeared in a strange self-immolating fire. Later, Astartes had set foot on the land of this country and discovered many ruins but could not solve the mystery of its disappearance.

And according to what Dante knew, during the Great Crusade, a swordsman from the Dragon nations had followed the Sigillite Malcador. That swordsman could even trade blows with Lucius, the famous swordsman of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children Legion.

In addition, the White Scars and their Primarch had cultural connections with the Dragon nations, and the traitorous Thousand Sons seemed to know some secrets of the Dragon nations.

Dante gazed at the face of the person before him.

Could it be that his birth was related to the Dragon nations?

Then he must not be a young existence just born in the Warp, but had been born for at least ten thousand years.

"Commander Dante," the man who called himself Zhou Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, continuing to speak in that voice that made people generate trust: "I have come to fulfill the promise with the Lord of Baal. You should understand what I am talking about."

Lord of Baal?

Dante was slightly stunned upon hearing this, and soon understood that he was talking about Sanguinius.

Sure enough, it was related to the prophecy brought by Mephiston, the return of the Archangel.

Dante's gaze fell on Mephiston to the side. Mephiston's body shook slightly.

Embarrassment flashed across his expression imperceptibly. Clearly, he had noticed the suspicion and scrutiny in Dante's gaze.

At least in Dante's view, no matter the reason, Mephiston's speed in trusting this Warp existence was too fast.

After the embarrassment, Mephiston nodded slightly to Dante, indicating that Dante's guess was correct.

"My Lord."

Mephiston spoke slowly. His voice was still as gloomy, but it carried hesitation:

"Let us not be constrained by red tape. Many things we cannot speak of directly, but we all know that the future of the Blood Angels and even the entire Imperium of Man hangs by a thread. You, as the Lord of Baal, can offer help."

"This Lord is the object of worship of the Saint Doraemon cult. You and I both know very well that I have personally infiltrated the two sects of Saint Doraemon. Whether it was the death-worshipping one or the relatively moderate one, I studied their behavior and carefully looked for traces of corruption and ignorance... However, I did not find any stains."

As Mephiston poured out his heart, the hesitation in his tone gradually disappeared, becoming firm instead:

"Similarly, I did not find any stains on this Lord... Jaghatai Khan also did not assert that He would be our enemy, but instead warned us to make our own choices... And I saw hope in this Lord!"

"He must be the hope that still exists in the words of Sanguinius. I have made my choice. I will trust this Lord." "This is the hope to save us and even the entire Imperium. Please make your decision. Perhaps in your perspective, there are some risks."

"Some risks?" Dante raised his voice: "We all know what consequences were caused by the last person who took some risks."

"I can see hope, and I can also see the shadows that might be hidden behind hope... Is what I bring by making this decision hope, or some twisted thing?"

Dante's gaze was placed on Zhou Yun and Mephiston.

Through Mephiston's words, Dante had already noticed what the two hoped to get.

They wanted to go to Sanguinius's tomb, wanted to reach Sanguinius's remains.

And would the one returning from Sanguinius's remains be their gene-father? Or another twisted monster?

Was everything before him a fraud? A fraud prepared from the underworld? Was it a conspiracy prepared by the Lord of Change or other Chaos Gods?

Even if not, would the Sanguinius resurrected by this Warp existence still be as pure as in the past, not eroded by this Warp existence before him?

Dante did not want to become Abaddon, did not hope Mephiston was Erebus, did not hope Sanguinius would end up like Horus, and even less hoped the Blood Angels would repeat the mistakes of the Sons of Horus.

And thinking of the blue wings and light he had seen several times... Dante couldn't help but feel hesitant in his heart.

Was the one returning from resurrection Sanguinius, or the second Horus? This was a question Dante had to face cautiously.

Zhou Yun noticed the doubt on Dante's face, and he sighed slightly in his heart.

It's all Erebus's fault!

Oh, and Fabius!

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These two old bastards ruined the reputation of our Primarch resurrection business! The ones resurrected are either corrupted or not authentic.

Sooner or later, I'll drag Belisarius Cawl from next door to beat these two old bastards up...

Hmm, or beat Erebus twice.

Zhou Yun complained in his heart while his fingers clicked imperceptibly on the Acting Script Board & Robot Director Hat in his pocket, continuing the acting effect it bestowed.

In an instant, Zhou Yun felt that the acting skills of all the excellent actors in the forty millennia of humanity were gathered on him.

He stepped forward slightly, and said in a low, convincing voice:

"Louis of Baal II, son of the salt seller Areias, Salt-boy, Dante..."

Dante's pupils shrank violently, and his body leaned back slightly.

Many warriors knew the name Louis, but the name Areias was only remembered by Dante himself.

And Salt-boy... This name was once called by two companions when he participated in the trials.

One of them died during the trials, and the other also failed to become a true Blood Angel... This name should have been forgotten.

"Is this some kind of Warp sorcery? Are you prying into my past?" Dante's face revealed vigilance.

Zhou Yun's expression was calm, seemingly completely indifferent to Dante's condemnation, instead continuing to step forward, walking to Dante's front.

"Are you willing to believe this is Warp sorcery, or fate, hope, and responsibility?"

"I met a girl in Ashford who told me that if everything is the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's arrangement, then it is the best arrangement."

Some horror appeared on Dante's face.

"We chose you, Dante," Zhou Yun said softly: "As early as when you were young, when you killed for the first time to protect the tribe, and sobbed in the middle of the night for the passing of life, we chose you."

The look in Zhou Yun's eyes toward Dante carried care and pity, as if he were an elder who had watched Dante grow up since he was a child.

"No!" Some panic appeared on Dante's face. He seemed to realize what Zhou Yun was about to say.

"Have you forgotten? Louis Dante."

Zhou Yun continued to say in a calm tone:

"After you quarreled with your father Areias, on that night when the lights went out, you sneaked out of your family's rover and stole Oulini's desert motorcycle... That motorcycle was the fastest in the tribe, and the light-stream lamp alone cost half a year of Oulini's wages."

Dante's expression became increasingly terrifying, and his figure trembled slightly.

"But you were still lost in the desert. The salt-cracks swallowed Oulini's desert motorcycle, and you almost drank all the water and were about to die."

"But we were still watching you then, Dante. Sanguinius was watching you, and I was smiling on the side."

"Do you still remember what you saw, who guided you, right?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 183 =====