Chapter 220: Who Is Sanguinius's Most Pure Progeny?

"Your Black Rage? Horus's reflection in your very essence?"

Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow slightly, seeming to understand yet not quite.

"The Black Rage is the echo of my death. When you and Mortarion go to the Bastion of the Winged, many things will become clear," Sanguinius said softly.

Speaking thus, Sanguinius's voice paused slightly, and the look in his eyes toward Zhou Yun held a hint of hesitation.

"..." Zhou Yun stepped back another pace without showing any emotion,

this time Zhou Yun was certain that Sanguinius's gaze was indeed plotting against him.

Sanguinius cleared his throat and whispered, "Lend me the Door of Anywhere for a bit..."

The air instantly fell silent; Zhou Yun and Sanguinius stared wide-eyed at each other, the two standing awkwardly on the city wall.

"..." Don't even think about it," Zhou Yun covered his fourth-dimensional pocket and said with a displeased face, "You could have asked to borrow something else, but you go for my most expensive item!"

"The void power of the Primarch's home world of Baal has been exhausted, but I cannot simply ignore Baal II and Baal I, can I?" A trace of bitterness crossed Sanguinius's face.

"Can't you fly out yourself or weave a Warp spell to teleport out?" Zhou Yun eyed Sanguinius with suspicion.

The Lion himself can carry people across planets to teleport; and you, Sanguinius, still need to borrow my Door of Anywhere??

Moreover, Zhou Yun had heard from Mortarion that the Warp storm enveloping all of Baal was suspected to have been stirred up by Sanguinius himself.

"Short of a ship? Ninth Brother, you should just wait for Thirteenth Brother; under normal circumstances..."

According to Zhou Yun's memories from his past life, due to the opening of the Great Rift, a time difference of about two hundred years had appeared between the area near Baal and the Imperial Sacrosanct Realm,

by the time the Battle of Baal ended, Guilliman had already been resurrected and completed the Indomitus Crusade, coming to support Baal,

though fortunately the Great Rift brought that time difference; otherwise, the Lord Regent would likely have only been able to come to collect the bodies of the Blood Angels.

"I have readjusted the time near Baal; the Baal of now is walking on the correct timeline, and the situation you remember will not occur."

"Guilliman knows too little about the Warp; I do not trust him to go see our Father alone... I fear he will become a vessel for the Emperor's divine descent."

Zhou Yun nodded in agreement; in the normal timeline, that was indeed the case.

"But since you can adjust the timeline, why do you still need to borrow my Door of Anywhere?" Zhou Yun asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Help your brother; I'll give you feathers as rent," Sanguinius said, lowering his voice.

Zhou Yun's expression turned slightly strange,

but after considering for a while, there was indeed no immediate place where he needed to use the Door of Anywhere,

even if an emergency did arise where it was needed, Zhou Yun's current savings were sufficient to exchange for one for the emergency,

so temporarily renting it to Sanguinius to earn some extra cash was acceptable.

Zhou Yun hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the Door of Anywhere from his fourth-dimensional pocket.

"Pay up," Zhou Yun held out his hand.

Upon hearing this, Sanguinius gently fluttered his wings; more than a dozen feathers shimmering with a faint golden luster fell from his body and, under his psychic control, landed in Zhou Yun's hand.

"Your hair loss is a bit severe; are you going to become bald?" Zhou Yun said after silently stuffing the feathers into his fourth-dimensional pocket.

Sanguinius's expression did not change; his gaze turned toward the distance,

where Rhino troop transports and Stormbird gunships were roaring on the horizon, and a batch of Blood Angels was returning from the front lines where they had been clearing the Tyranids.

"They brought back some Tyranid corpses; additionally, we discovered several biomass pools and hauled back some biomass."

A smile appeared at the corner of Sanguinius's mouth as he said:

"I reckon it should be——————"

Before Sanguinius's words had even finished falling, he found that Zhou Yun had already vanished from his side,

and then watched as Zhou Yun, wearing the Superpower Hat, suddenly appeared on the desert outside Angel's Bastion, right beside those troop transports that had just stopped.

Sanguinius couldn't help but shake his head with a laugh————

a bone-chilling pain made Sanguinius's expression change slightly,

beneath his adamantium armor, that hideous wound seemed to writhe; the blasphemous evil power of the Four Gods and Horus was constantly eroding Sanguinius's body and soul.

But Sanguinius let out a soft snort and suppressed this pain.

In the past, Horus had been infused with the power of the Four Gods; the damage produced by his attacks even transcended the limits of time, remaining for a long time on Sanguinius's body,

this wound was even conceptual; as long as Sanguinius existed, this wound would constantly seek him out, attempting to tear apart Sanguinius's spirit and flesh,

Sanguinius, whose power was mostly used to stir up the Warp storm to shield against the Four Gods' gaze and correct the time near Baal, was almost too weak to even fly with difficulty,

Sanguinius guessed that there should be something in Zhou Yun's items capable of healing this wound, but Baal was after all a barren planet, unable to provide Zhou Yun with enough supplies.

In comparison, Octarius was far more wealthy!

"We cannot drag this out too long... we must get Guilliman involved as soon as possible."

"Father split a portion of the Death God's authority to Zhou Yun; theoretically, as long he awakens a bit more of the Warp's essence, my plan can be executed..."

Sanguinius clutched his chest, gently suppressed the pain, and the perfect, flawless expression returned to his face,

then he turned his head to look at the Door of Anywhere and said softly to it, "Baal I."

The biting cold wind blew upon Sanguinius's body as he slowly stepped into it,

the entire Baal I was shrouded in the biting cold wind; the scent of blood drifted with the wind, the smells of Tyranid blood, mortal blood, and Blood Knight blood all permeated the air, rippling through this cold, dark world,

in the ethereal distance, the roars of Astartes and Tyranids could still be vaguely heard, the two interwoven, indistinguishable.

Sanguinius let out a soft sigh and stepped into this darkness,

instantly, the light upon his body seemed like a warm sun, dispelling the darkness upon Baal I,

corpses, countless corpses piled up into mountains; bloodwater gathered into rivers beneath Sanguinius's feet,

he walked toward the end of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood; there, a warrior in power armor nearly shattered, clutching a toy short sword tightly in his hand, leaned against the corpse of a brother, trembling as he raised his head,

"Fa-father..."

That Astartes, his voice hoarse, looked at the scene before him in disbelief.

"Am I still worthy to return to your side? Is this merely a hallucination before my death, or have you already forgiven my vile soul..."

"Or perhaps you intend to mete out punishment for the errors I, and we, have committed?"

Saint Guilliman fell silent, simply walking gently to the side of the Blood Angel.

He knelt on one knee in the blood, extending his hand toward the Blood Angel's only intact helmet.

"No, Father." The Blood Angel trembled all over, speaking with terror: "I beg you, do not, Father."

Saint Guilliman merely shook his head gently, reaching out to remove the Blood Angel's helmet.

The Blood Angel let out a cry of agony, trying to raise a hand to cover his face, only to discover with shock that his own visage was reflected upon Saint Guilliman's armor.

It was a normal face, one identical to a human's, devoid of any bloody mutation.

Tears streamed down the Blood Angel's face as he touched his own features in disbelief.

"Father." The Blood Angel's voice trembled alone: "Father, we fought until the very last moment."

"Angels killed many of our brothers. Lord Yor was the last one; he held this relic and engaged Angels in combat."

"... This relic suddenly burst forth with light. Lord Yor and Angels fought until the light above extinguished."

"... Then I retrieved this relic from his corpse. Father, have we perhaps repaid some of the sins of the past?"

Saint Guilliman gazed upon his offspring with tenderness and mercy.

"You have given far more than you were required to repay."

"I, as Lord of the Ninth Legion, offspring of the Hua Di Huang, Primarch Saint Guilliman, swear to the last of the Blood Angels: the Blood Angels have cleansed their sins, sacrificing themselves with loyalty."

"I shall etch this in life and soul: you are offspring worthy of my pride."

Zhou Yun glanced up at the city wall, at the figure of Saint Guilliman stepping into a Any Door and vanishing.

Through that thread deep within his consciousness, Zhou Yun seemed to vaguely sense that Saint Guilliman's state was not good.

On his soul, flesh, and will, some kind of wound seemed to be entrenched, and this wound was still subtly expanding.

Saint Guilliman seemed to wish to conceal this from Zhou Yun temporarily; he had not noticed that Zhou Yun could sense this.

In fact, Zhou Yun had only suspected it vaguely at first, but seeing that Saint Guilliman, capable of stirring up a Warp storm, needed to rely on an Any Door to travel between planets, Zhou Yun confirmed his judgment.

Is it the wound left by Horus?

There is no time in the Warp; the wound left by Horus, infused by the Four Gods, may also transcend the limitations of time to a certain extent, and even the Time Burial Cloth cannot completely erase it.

Will the Medical Kit work?

Zhou Yun glanced at that twenty-second-century medical tool in his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket; the price made Zhou Yun's expression change slightly.

In terms of cost, it is actually much more expensive than renting a Time Burial Cloth once?

With that kind of money, I might as well directly exchange for a Time Burial Cloth, then rush to Terra to revive the Hua Di Huang, letting him solve the current problem.

Although I don't know if the Time Burial Cloth would be effective for the Hua Di Huang's current situation; after all, he is too tainted by the Warp, and true time concepts do not exist within the Warp.

While Zhou Yun was pondering, Mortarion walked to Zhou Yun's side.

"My lord, what are we going to do?" Mortarion asked with some confusion.

Zhou Yun had simply asked a Blood Angel to summon him over here, but had not told Mortarion what they were going to do.

"Who is Saint Guilliman's most pure offspring?" Zhou Yun suddenly spoke.

Mortarion paused slightly, but before he could answer, Zhou Yun began asking and answering his own question:

"That must be the Blood Angels, as the Mother Legion, right?"

"The Cadians inherited the nobility of the former Ninth Legion."

"The Grave Wardens preserved relics from ten thousand years ago; that is not impossible either."

"The Flesh Hounds, though severely afflicted by Black Rage and Blood Thirst... but this is also Saint Guilliman's gift, isn't it?"

"Holy crap, what is the Jiliesi Sect of the Coleoptera Saint Guilliman?"

(End of this chapter)