Chapter 184: My Chapter relic!

In a twisted starship hanging above Terra, the scorching light of a star shone before the throne.

Sitting on the throne was a twisted dark shadow. The shadow could still vaguely see traces of humanity, but in the massive body, there was more of the wriggling blasphemous power.

It let out a sharp roar, cursing the dazzling light of the star, scolding the place where the light came from.

That was a corpse-like human, standing before the dark shadow like an undead. Dazzling light was released from the shriveled flesh, and the eyes were burning fiercely, like a cold black star.

Before that corpse-like human was an angel wearing polished gold armor, white wings slowly spreading, blocking the dark shadow's fury for the corpse.

Dante had seen this scene countless times, seeing this scene that looked like a prophecy and a scene from the past.

It was said that this was the prophecy Sanguinius had seen in the past, symbolizing that he would hope for the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and fall under Horus's claws.

Yet Dante often felt that this prophecy might not have been truly realized yet. One day, he would also be like the scene, for the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and humanity, falling before some dark existence.

This thought often amused Dante. He knew that this was the part of him that belonged to the salt seller's child deep in his soul at work. That child longed to be a hero and wanted to make a great sacrifice at the end of his life.

You long to sacrifice like the Archangel, what could be more arrogant than this? The voice of the Flesh Tearers' Chief Librarian seemed to echo in Dante's ear.

He shook his head, knowing that the dream before him was about to end————

Yet that scene suddenly rippled. A fourth force appeared between the corpse, the angel, and the dark shadow.

Dante heard the souls of all machines praising, heard the rustling sound of the Hive Mind eating food.

He saw countless Necrons singing songs full of emotion. Their glowing eyes were full of emotions accumulated for millions of years fluctuating. The Silent King and countless Phaerons bowed their heads, worshipping the sacred figure.

He saw a pitch-black abyss, like a realm that did not belong to reality. Countless demons dissolved in this realm, and the rustling sound of the Hive Mind eating also echoed in it. Some kind of round pastry was constantly increasing like stars. The Hive Mind ate these pastries to expand, and this realm dissolved the newborn Hive Mind, forming a giant snake biting its tail.

Then the scenes Dante saw gradually settled down, becoming a blue, round figure.

That figure stretched out a round hand toward both the corpse and the dark figure.

Dante only heard the roars and howls of the Dark Gods, only saw a semi-circular pocket flying in the air, falling into a deep well.

Darkness, then only endless darkness.

Dante covered his head, his fingers touching his skin, which was loose due to age.

It took him a second to realize that he was lying in the bedroom of Angel's Fortress, not on that starship hanging above Terra.

Another dream. Dante often dreamed, dreaming that he was on that starship on Terra, witnessing the battle between the corpse, the angel, and the dark figure.

But this dream had changed. Dante saw... saw Doraemon.

He recognized the blue figure in the dream; it was exactly that Doraemon he had seen last night. That Zhou Yun.

Doraemon stretched out his hand toward the corpse and the dark figure. Is this some kind of hint or metaphor?

If the corpse symbolizes the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, and the dark figure symbolizes Horus or the Dark Gods, does this mean Doraemon will be the enemy of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and the Dark Gods at the same time in the future?

Then why did the angel turn a blind eye to this? Why did the Necrons praise? What was that snake biting its tail composed of constantly increasing pastries, Hive Mind, and pitch-black space?

And the white semi-circular pocket seen at the end, the deep well the pocket fell into... What did those symbolize?

Could it be a sign that the Saint Doraemon eventually failed? Did not achieve his goal?

Dante was not good at interpreting omens. Maybe he should tell Mephiston?

Just as this thought arose, Dante pinched it out. Mephiston had clearly fallen to that Saint Doraemon.

This certainly couldn't be told to him. Dante slowly climbed out of bed.

Last night after Zhou Yun left, Dante organized the documents, and seeing that he had rare free time, he slept soundly for a while... This was a rare sleep he had had in days.

Dante glanced at the clock by the bed. He had slept for about three hours... This was not enough to eliminate Dante's exhaustion. He was really too old.

Chief Blood Priest Corbulo even warned him not to go to the blood coffin, as it was very dangerous to enter it in his current condition.

Dante looked at his muscles and skin. The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang gave immortality to his descendants, and this immortality flowed into the body of every Astartes through the blood of the gene-father.

Now his body was still full of power, his nerves were still flexible, and his mind was as quick as ever, but Dante could just feel the aging... Maybe it was not just aging on the physical level, Dante's soul might also have aged.

Dante recalled the scenes he saw in the dream, looking for more detailed changes in the scenes in the dream.

Except for the appearance of that blue figure... Dante also vaguely noticed that the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword, which was burning fiercely, hanging by the corpse's knee, had also disappeared. Is this also a bad omen?

Dante couldn't explain it clearly and couldn't figure it out. He dispelled this part of his thoughts and turned to sigh.

There were still many things to be busy with and to think about today. In the arena of the Angel's Well, Sanguinius's warriors would end all differences with combat. Dante had to rush over.

He wanted to call out to the old blood slave Alafio who had accompanied him for hundreds of years. However, Dante remembered that this had no meaning. Alafio was already gone.

The youth to aging of a mortal had actually become so fast in the eyes of the current Dante, as if it were fleeting.

He sighed, took out a robe and draped it over himself. The robe was embroidered with the pattern of an angel... This was woven by a Chapter brother himself. Dante knew that many Space Marine Chapters lived a life of asceticism.

But the Blood Angels still remembered some of the teachings of their gene-father. In addition to the skills that warriors should know, many Blood Angel brothers also knew art, poetry, cooking, handicrafts, and brewing. Some Chapter brothers even opened vegetable plots in Angel's Fortress to plant crops.

This could help Sanguinius's descendants suppress the Red Thirst and Black Rage in their bodies. Unfortunately, Dante himself was not proficient in these skills.

If one day there was no more war in the galaxy, Dante would probably be one of the most difficult people to re-employ in the Chapter... A bitter smile crossed the corners of Dante's mouth.

There probably wouldn't be such a day.

Suddenly, Dante heard a roar filled with the smell of blood. It came from the high tower opposite his bedroom window.

The Tower of the Lost. Those Blood Angels who had fallen into the Red Thirst and whose appearance was almost like an alien were imprisoned in it.

They had also woken up. Dante walked to the window, looking at the Tower of the Lost in the distance.

That spire was so sharp, piercing into the sky, almost touching the scarlet rift in the sky, like a sharp fang, sucking blood.

The scarlet screaming continued. Dante found a bottle of red wine that had not been mixed with blood, opened it, drank a glass, and then strode out of the bedroom, passed through the Liangshan Ebony Door, stepped on the mosaic made of rubies, and walked along the passage in Angel's Fortress toward the Angel's Well.

As he arrived outside the high tower, the scarlet screaming coming from the Tower of the Lost became clearer and clearer.

Those prisoners, those ghouls, those brothers, were screaming, longing to drink blood.

Their howling often heralded war.

The Tyranid creatures were already very close, very close... There was not much time left for Dante.

Now the problem before Dante was to end the disputes between the brothers of various Chapters through the duel in the Angel's Well.

This was very simple, and almost no accidents would occur... Using gladiatorial combat to end disputes was a very common way.

Dante could also take this opportunity to spare some brainpower to consider Doraemon.

That Warp existence wanted to go to the Archangel's tomb, and he hinted that he wanted to use the Archangel's remains to resurrect the Archangel.

Dante's mind still echoed with his words last night, and the balance in his heart was tilting little by little toward believing him.

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It was just that the reason of being a Chapter Master still controlled Dante, reminding Dante that even if he trusted him, he could not fail to take precautions.

But how to do it?

"No! This is our Chapter relic! Absolutely not!"

Before he even walked to the Angel's Well, Dante heard a noise.

Confusion appeared in his eyes. The formal duel had not yet begun.

Dante walked quickly into the Angel's Well.

The Angel's Well was transformed from the shaft of an extinct volcano. In the middle was a circular pit. Usually, this was a small lake, but when a duel was needed, it would be drained like this, revealing the deep combat pit and the sand at the bottom of the pit.

Around the combat pit were nested hexagonal long tables. Behind the long tables were seats for up to ten thousand people.

The Angel's Well was a building from the Legion era and had been preserved to this day, fully capable of supplying the more than twenty thousand Astartes who had arrived at Baal.

Dante walked in quickly from a high place, and the warriors around him immediately cast their gazes at him.

Dante nodded slightly to them and then looked into the combat pit.

He saw an Astartes warrior wearing metallic blue power armor standing in the combat pit.

Opposite him was Captain Erwin of the Exemplar Angels Chapter. Erwin was handing the master-crafted power axe in his hand to the blue-armored Astartes before him somewhat reluctantly.

"This is our Chapter relic!" Erwin's voice was full of panic.

"Which Chapter are you from?" The blue-armored Astartes asked: "A bet is a bet. You don't want others to know that your Chapter is reneging on a debt, right?"

"We are the Exemplar Angels. Can you change to something else? I'll compensate you with two other power axes, as long as it's not a Chapter relic!"

"Exemplar Angels, huh? You won't be able to use them in the future anyway! Give it here!"

"Ah? Ah!"

The next chapter will be a few minutes late, still not finished editing.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 185 =====