Chapter 649: Malicious Craft!

Sanguinius's understanding of the Warp was the deepest among the loyalist Primarchs still walking in the world.

He understood what the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang was doing. The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang was pacifying the human souls deposited in His body. These souls were soaked on the altar of the Dark King with Him, and most of them had been permeated by destruction, darkness, and cold emotions. The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's current behavior was an attempt to use the living to awaken those souls not yet fully drowned by the Dark King, to awaken their humanity, to awaken those beautiful, clear emotions.

The Hua Hua Hua Di Huang could use this to draw humanity from them, learn humanity, and reshape humanity, thereby making His own state better, being able to resist the pressure of the Dark King more, and also being better able to resist the pressure of the Machine God that was about to descend.

Guilliman met his mother and father, Fulgrim was facing the judgment of his descendants, in the distance, Xiang Xiang Leina saw her mother, countless Astra Militarum saw their deceased relatives, and many Astartes saw those brothers who had sacrificed before them...

Sanguinius pursed his lips, his golden eyes staring at the man in front of him with difficulty.

He had thought that he would see sacrificed descendants, thought that he would see the Baal tribes that raised him, thought that he would see the pious believers who believed in him.

But the moment he saw that shiny bald head, Sanguinius admitted that he had the urge to immediately drive the *Red Tear* to Terra, land at the Lion's Gate Spaceport, pass through the Lion's Gate into the Sanctum before the Golden Throne, climb the 1,313 steps, and kick the little toe of that dried corpse.

He was actually not unwilling to see this person.

Admittedly, it was he who killed Sanguinius, hammering him into meat paste, hammer by hammer.

But... Sanguinius also understood that he was manipulated, corrupted, and made this behavior under the influence of the gods.

In the bottom of Sanguinius's heart, he still remembered their past friendship, remembered the friendship when they fought side by side.

The Great Angel had to admit that even if outsiders thought they had a blood feud, Sanguinius still loved this brother of his... at least more than he loved Guilliman, and probably more than he loved the Lion... well, he was just Sanguinius's most beloved brother.

But, but Horus's state...

"I, me, apology."

"Pain, torture, me."

"Because, kill, you."

"Sorry, brother, I made a mistake."

Broken, stuck-together, fragmented voices were spat out from the mouth of this bald head.

Sanguinius looked at the bald head in front of him silently.

The bald head's body was broken, with only half a body, half a head, and a short arm.

His sanity was not clear either, his face was dull, and combined with his huge size, he looked like a dull-witted Ogryn.

"I know your apology, and I am willing to forgive you."

"But, brother, can you cure your senile dementia before coming here!"

The bald head listened to Sanguinius's words, his expression dull, opening his mouth slightly: "Aba aba aba..."

Sanguinius only felt a headache, stretched out his finger slightly, rubbed his brow, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Better than the Lion's side, better than the Lion's side..."

Sanguinius used his psychic power to peek at the Lion's side...

"Whoo! Lion! It's Daddy! Daddy is here!"

"My Lion, my son, it's Daddy! Why are you hiding from Daddy!"

"Luther! Don't come over!!"

Because it was too spicy for the eyes, Sanguinius couldn't help but move his gaze away lightly, moving his eyes to look at other people's dreams.

In the Hades system, in a small house in the upper hive of Ashford, Xiang Xiang Leina leaned on the lap of a kind woman wearing an Aquila pendant around her neck, telling her softly about her experiences after parting with her, telling her about the wonders she saw, the great existences she saw, and telling her about the miracles of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang and Saint Doraemon.

"And you, my child?" The woman rubbed Xiang Xiang Leina's ears gently and asked in a whisper.

"I, I am insignificant before them. I am just a clumsy psyker in the Astra Militarum." Xiang Xiang Leina smiled and said.

"No one is truly insignificant. Remember? I told you when you were young that the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang has arrangements for everyone."

The woman held Xiang Xiang Leina's hand gently, looking at the thin layer of calluses covering Xiang Xiang Leina's fingers:

"I have been watching you. You have completed the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's arrangements for you. You have done very well."

"Mother..." Xiang Xiang Leina clenched her mother's fingers quietly and asked the question hidden in the bottom of her heart: "After you secretly sent me to the lower hive, what did you experience after that..."

"No matter what I experienced, my child, you have proven that it was worth it. I made the right choice."

Sanguinius looked at this scene, and a smile couldn't help but flash across the corner of his mouth.

He actually had never felt so-called family affection. The tribes on Baal were very good to Sanguinius, but they mostly regarded Sanguinius as some kind of divine thing, not a simple child.

"Besides humanity, you should also learn how to be a father here!" Sanguinius said to the pitch-black star hanging in the distance.

The pitch-black sun did not respond, only cold silence.

Sanguinius shook his head slightly and looked at the galaxy further and further away, seeing that warm light was flickering in the dreams of many people.

Not only was the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang drawing power from it, but looking at this scene, Sanguinius also felt that his state was getting better.

At least tonight, in the cold and dark galaxy, many people were immersed in a warm dream... hmm?

Sanguinius raised his eyebrows slightly. He noticed that Zhou Yun, who kept saying that he no longer had dreams, was actually dreaming.

His will extended slightly, and he saw... saw a 66-inch by 44-inch table floating in Zhou Yun's dream.

Cegorach was giggling, his hands fiddling with some finger-sized models. Those models were all made into the appearance of Aeldari Harlequins.

Beside Cegorach was the Plague God Nurgle. This deity held dark green chess pieces in his fat hands, either Nurgle daemons or Death Guard. On the table in front of him were also three Great Unclean Ones, Mortarion, a large number of Plague Drones, and Deathshroud.

And opposite Cegorach and Nurgle was... a middle-aged man with brown hair wearing funny party glasses, also wearing a rather large T-shirt that said "I am Human". In his hand were chess pieces of the Custodians: Trajann, Shield-Captain, Blade Champion, etc.

And beside that funny middle-aged man was Zhou Yun. In front of Zhou Yun were many chess piece models of Tyranid swarms: Zoanthropes, Norn Emissaries, Carnifexes, Ion Cannons, Raveners, Hormagaunts, Termagants, like a vast sea of insects.

"Cegorach, did you secretly move two inches again?"

"Grandfather, why don't you bring a Rhino next time? The Plague Pigs run too slowly."

"Do you have any opinions on my sea of insects? We play Tyranids to play this sea of insects..."

"What do you mean the sea of insects is roadside? Then what are the 120 Termagants I painted?!" ===== CHAPTER 660 =====