Chapter 216

Scorching defensive lasers fired from the final anti-aircraft array, the searing flames piercing directly through the Norn Emissary's body.

Dante panted heavily, bathed in blood, while the Sanguinor in mid-air also had his wings severed, his body drooping as he fell into the ruins of the city wall.

The Death Company warriors brandished their power axes, roaring beneath the Norn Emissary's corpse.

The Norn Emissary was so powerful that its strength completely surpassed all the swarms Dante had ever encountered.

Even with the help of the Sanguinor and the Legion of the Damned, Dante had to send out the Death Company to cooperate in the battle.

These warriors, fallen into ancient rage, treated the Norn Emissary as Horus from ten thousand years ago, launching their charge in fury.

Their sacrifice helped Dante find the right moment, using the only remaining defensive laser to end the Norn Emissary's life.

But... but their opponent was not just the swarm.

Ang'grath roared as it tore out the brain matter of another Norn Emissary, purple and blue pus flowing down from its ferocious blood axe.

This Khorne Greater Daemon let out a roar bordering on fury, fiercely crushing the Norn Emissary's corpse, then turned its head to slash at Dante.

Dante's nose instantly caught the scent of blood and sulfur, his entire body feeling as if it were soaked in a pool of blood.

Hazy scenes were constantly flickering before Dante's eyes.

Blood, blood, blood; endless blood was surging into Dante's heart.

"He resisted!!!!"

Ang'grath let out a roar as deafening as thunder:

"But the Blood God does not allow resistance! The Blood God will eventually devour his soul!"

"Yours as well!!! Dante!! Sink into blood!!"

Amidst the roar, Ang'grath arrived before Dante, the axe, nearly roaring, slashing down at Dante's head.

Dante hurriedly activated his jump pack, dragging his injured body to leap away.

The axe slashed heavily into the ground, and in an instant, the floor of the Angel's Fortress shook.

Dante pulled the trigger of the ancient melta pistol in his hand, and streaks of scorching flame burst upon Ang'grath's face.

Ang'grath's whip followed in pursuit.

A warrior of the Legion of the Damned brandished a silver longsword, blocking Ang'grath's side.

That warrior seemed to have been a mortal in life, but his exquisite swordsmanship blocked Ang'grath's whip for Dante, and then, amidst Ang'grath's roar, he was slashed into a ball of wild fire and dissipated.

But Ang'grath soon arrived before Dante again, the sharp axe slashing heavily onto Dante's body.

The mask cast in gold split in two as the axe blade fell, and Dante's slightly aged face was exposed before Ang'grath.

Ang'grath let out a wild laugh, the axe blade continuing to slash down—

Dante's jump pack let out a final wail, and scorching flames carried Dante flying into mid-air.

Subsequently, the fuel within it was exhausted, and Dante fell heavily into the ruins.

Ang'grath pursued him—

"Horus!!!"

A roar filled with fury rang out, and a black storm swirled up:

"Come and face Cassor! Cassor will take your life!!!"

The Death Company Dreadnought Cassor roared as he rushed in front of Dante, blocking Ang'grath's axe blade with his own steel body.

This ancient warrior had been sleeping in a stasis field since the Battle of the Underworld, and was only released previously to fight the Norn Emissary.

Ang'grath's axe almost pressed Cassor into the ground, tearing apart the ancient warrior's power claw.

The chainsword whistled, and Captain Finnie of the Zhu Hong Angels had fury and madness in his eyes, his fangs piercing his lips like a legendary vampire, his face also taking on an inhuman horror.

This captain, who had always been fighting against the traditions of the Zhu Hong Angels, finally accepted the Red Thirst.

He suddenly stepped onto Cassor's steel body, brandishing his chainsword as he jumped before Ang'grath.

Ang'grath's axe blade was controlled by Cassor, and for a moment, it failed to defend against Finnie's attack.

The chainsword cut a bloodstain on Ang'grath's face, and Ang'grath let out a roar.

Its axe blade suddenly broke free from Cassor's restraint, the axe kicking up a blood wind as it smashed into Captain Finnie.

The warrior's body was flung away like a rag, falling into the ruins.

Dante's ancient melta pistol whistled, and scorching flames burst upon Ang'grath's body.

But Ang'grath ignored it, rushing to Dante's side, the axe blade flicking upward suddenly.

Dante's golden power armor was slashed open in the blink of an eye, a ferocious bloodstain crossing Dante's body.

Dante could smell the scent of death, could feel the cold wind blowing.

"Most will die in the attempt."

Under the cold night sky, Areias admonished his child, Luis Dante:

"Only a very few people can pass the trials of the City of Angelic Descent, and even fewer can survive..."

"No," Dante let out a low moan.

He felt as if he were about to die, just like on the road when he participated in the selection years ago, almost dying of thirst.

He had served for a thousand years, he had saved humanity many times; death should have been the best reward he could receive.

Now what he craved was about to be realized; what else could Dante be dissatisfied with?

He had already defeated enough enemies of humanity; even without this one, Ang'grath... it would not affect his honor.

"No."

Dante braced his body, resisting death:

"No... at least not now."

He prayed in the depths of his heart.

He prayed to the Great Angel, prayed to the Emperor, prayed to his deceased biological father, prayed to the various sages of the Chapter, prayed to all the warriors of the Empire who had once been full of glory, prayed to every existence he trusted.

He even couldn't help but pray to that Saint Doraemon... praying for them to grant him a little more life, just enough life to defeat Ang'grath would be enough.

Just one more, just one more, and Dante could calmly accept death, accept this reward.

But Dante's life was still slipping away.

Ang'grath let out a wild laugh; just this one would do, as long as he offered this one more head to the Blood God, perhaps—

"Eat my Plankton-special friendship laser punch!"

A scorching defensive laser suddenly crossed more than half of the Angel's Fortress, fiercely shooting onto Ang'grath's face.

Ang'grath let out a roar filled with pain, half of its body ignited under the burning of the defensive laser.

Dante was astonished; the last defensive laser had clearly already...

He cast his gaze over, only to see Zhou Yun standing before a red-and-pink wooden door, with the nearly critically injured Seth and Mephiston standing by his side.

Neither Seth nor Mephiston had the pain brought by injury on their faces, nor the despair brought by the battle situation before them.

There was only hope and glory on their faces, just because...

Dante looked at the scene before him in disbelief.

Streaks of scorching pale golden flames suddenly ignited on Ang'grath's body.

The body of this Greater Daemon suddenly began to shrink, and the Blood God's power entrenched on Baal was continuously weakening.

In an instant, Baal's sky was covered by light like the warm sun, and the Great Rift that ferociously spanned the entire sky of Baal became hazy and unclear.

Instead, the two Baal satellites hanging high in the sky became clear and bright, reflecting the light of the star.

Dante held his breath and watched this scene.

Feathers slowly sprinkled down from the sky, pure white mixed with a faint blue.

The Sanguinor, whose wings had been broken by the Norn Emissary and who had been dying, let out a cheer.

His injuries seemed to have recovered in the blink of an eye, and he vibrated his wings to fly toward the sky, circling beside that white light.

The Death Company Dreadnought, the cursed Cassor, let out a roar filled with excitement; the rage born from the Black Rage seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye.

Finnie knelt on the ground in disbelief, his eyes filled with hot tears, bowing his head and sorrowfully stating his sins.

"I will not forgive, only bear it with you, for your sin is my sin."

A clear voice rang out slowly, and in an instant, all pain, anger, sorrow, and death disappeared.

The mortals in the ruins let out pious prayers, weeping with emotion.

"Sanguinius!!!!"

A roar filled with fury was spoken from the mouth of the Khorne Greater Daemon Ang'grath.

He was the first to speak the name of that figure.

"I want this one."

Zhou Yun pointed at Ang'grath, his voice with a hint of a smile ringing out, as if he were a restaurant customer ordering from a waiter.

"Keep it intact." He added, almost as if he were talking about cutting a steak.

"Good." The clear voice rang out again.

Dante saw only a golden-red storm burning with flames sweeping across the sky.

Ang'grath let out a wail, the Khorne Greater Daemon's chest pierced by a spearhead like a teardrop.

The Khorne Greater Daemon struggled to brandish its blood axe, but was lightly brushed aside by the spearhead.

The wings flapped gently, kicking up a fierce wind, and the Spear of Telesto flicked Ang'grath's body, throwing it fiercely before Zhou Yun.

At the same time, that dazzling white light vibrated slightly.

Four power swords scattered on the battlefield flew up inexplicably, igniting with scorching flames in the blink of an eye, transforming into nails that stabbed into Ang'grath's limbs, fixing Ang'grath firmly before Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun took the white pocket on his belly without changing his expression, the pocket opening slightly to reveal a pitch-black abyss.

"No——————"

Ang'grath let out a scream of horror, yet this had no effect.

Dante saw only Ang'grath's head being grabbed by the figure in the white light, and stuffed into the pocket on Zhou Yun's belly.

Then Ang'grath flowed into Zhou Yun's white pocket like a stream of water and disappeared without a trace.

The figure in the white light walked slowly toward Dante.

Dante felt the life within him slipping away bit by bit, but this time he did not resist.

Death, the death promised to him by Saint Doraemon, finally arrived—that stable and peaceful death, that ultimate liberation.

Dante saw Sanguinius's face, not carved from metal, but a face of flesh and blood, filled with holiness and nobility, filled with scorching power.

"Finally... I have completed my mission," Dante said with a dry throat: "Did I do well? Am I a good Blood Angel?"

"Almost the best one." A clear and gentle voice rang in Dante's ear.

That broad hand was placed on Dante's shoulder, and Dante suddenly felt a surge of life force pouring in.

Dante revealed an expression of surprise and bewilderment.

"You cannot join them yet."

Sanguinius glanced at the Legion of the Damned disappearing into the flames not far away and said:

"Compared to my father, I need you more."

"... Dante, you will still live on."

Dante stood there blankly, turning his head to look at Zhou Yun, who was smiling beside him.

Sure enough, there is no good ending to making a deal with a Warp entity!

Dante's gaze toward Zhou Yun could be described as hateful.

(End of chapter)