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Chapter 159 The Blood Knight's Path Has Been Narrowed
The people from Denton and Asford drove away quickly, promising to wait for Zhou Yun not far ahead.

After Zhou Yun watched them go away, he turned his head to look at the two corpses on the ground, the corpses of two Astartes.

If the two corpses were not disposed of, the Astartes could easily track them down and find the whereabouts of Zhou Yun and others.
Zhou Yun walked to the corpses of the two blood knights, squatted down, and forcefully untied their helmets.

Two descendants of Sanguinius' bloodline were able to expose their faces to the sun of Baal, to bathe in the same sunlight as their genetic father.
Except for eating, the Blood Knights almost never take off their helmets, and even when resting, they rarely show their faces.
They must have been ashamed and terrified to have their faces seen by others, even their battle brothers who had suffered the same fate as them.
The face beneath the helmet cannot be called human at all.
Even the most tolerant people cannot believe that the person with this face is a member of the human race.
After all, this face looks even less like a human than aliens like the Eldar.

It was a distorted face, with muscles stretched tight into strips beneath the gray skin, looming like bloody shadows.

Before they died, their eyes were still wide open. Those eyes, which were almost completely covered in yellow, were extremely terrifying, filled with inhuman greed and hunger.
Sharp, elongated teeth grew out, extending from their upper lip, forcing the lower lip back and finally resting on the chin.

Zhou Yun had seen many mutants in Asford, and the Blood Knight's posture was even more inhuman than that of most mutants.

The winged figure in the white light watched the scene, almost silent.

This is the curse engraved in the blood of Sanguinius, a mutation called the Crimson Thirst, which will stimulate the Blood Angels' desire for blood and flesh.

"It's time for dinner. The Ultramarines, Space Wolves, and Blood Angels have all started eating."

The Ultramarines clapped their hands, and the servants of the Chapter brought in exquisite noble dishes and red wine.

"The Space Wolf roared, and the Chapter servants brought platters of roast meat and barrels of fine wine."

"The Blood Angels gave the elegant order, and the Chapter servants sprinkled some salt on themselves and climbed onto the table."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

The winged figure in the white light trembled noticeably.

But there is a lot of truth in this joke. Not only the Blood Knights, but many of the Blood Angels' successor groups also suffer from blood thirst and have even developed a culture of cannibalism.

It's just that the Blood Knights sank even deeper, to the point that a warrior who was once loyal to the Emperor was twisted into an outright beast.

There is no turning back for the Blood Knight who has mutated into this state.

They always mutter something about how only an Astartes can judge the loyalty of another Astartes,

But they were in such a state that even if the Emperor himself came, the only result they would get was death, which was a mercy to them.

"I've always felt that the Blood Knights have narrowed their path. I have an idea that's perfect for them."

Zhou Yun glanced at the winged figure in the white light and said:
"Since it has mutated to this extent and has been classified as a renegade space marine, it might as well just change its paint job."

".Then disguise as a World Eaters warband. Anyway, the World Eaters were already shattered to pieces, and their gene-seed was almost scrambled, so no one could tell them apart."

"Then I'll go chop up other Chaos warbands, or chop up the Zerg and Greenskins, and suck the blood of Bean Sprout and Titanium King. It's not like you have to drink human blood."

"When the Empire is in trouble, they will pretend to be the Khorne warbands that invaded together, pretend to chop off the leader, and chop off other Chaos friendly forces around them. After all, the World Eaters, a group of nail-slaying enthusiasts, usually do this, and no one will find it strange."

The winged figure in the white light was stunned for a moment, and then he began to chirp something like a stressed bird. Zhou Yun couldn't hear clearly due to the barrier between the subspace and reality.
However, I think he was praising Zhou Yun's idea which was full of amazing wisdom.

Zhou Yun grinned, stretched out his hand and stuffed the two blood knights' corpses along with their power armor and weapons into his four-dimensional pocket.

When he touched the power armor and weapons, Zhou Yun clearly sensed a faint emotion coming from them.

Not as strong as in the battle, but it's there.
"Machine Soul?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows.

He had been able to make the surrounding machines run efficiently to a certain extent, making the machine spirits inside them excited.

Now this ability seems to have been strengthened a lot.

If the winged figure in the white light is to be believed, this means that Zhou Yun's subspace essence has been further awakened.

Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows. If he could do this to the opponent's weapons during a battle, it would be a very practical skill.

Thinking about this, Zhou Yun took out the super power hat from his four-dimensional pocket and put it on his head.

The powerful telekinesis spread out in all directions with him as the center.

Zhou Yun repeatedly used his mental power to scan the surroundings several times, completely erasing all traces.

This is enough. The Blood Knights will definitely track down the two missing Astartes.
But as long as the body has not been found, they will never investigate openly, nor will they report the matter to other chapters or Dante.
After all, it would be terrible if someone really found out something.

Zhou Yun nodded with satisfaction, his body swayed slightly, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye. The Red Council is the Blood Angels' organization responsible for launching and commanding wars, with a total of twenty-five seats.

But now, the original Red Council is no longer enough to meet the demand——More and more Blood Angels are coming to support.

Fifteen thousand warriors had already arrived at Baal, and many more would follow, perhaps reaching the staggering number of twenty-five thousand, or perhaps even more.

More than Dante had expected. Never in ten thousand years had so many descendants of angels gathered together to guard the same planet.

These warriors all have the blood of Sanguinius flowing in their veins, and most of them have been separated from their mother chapter for too long. Thousands of warriors who came to support have never arrived in Baal, and their chapters rarely contact the mother chapter. There are even renegade chapters like the Blood Knights and the Vermillion Angels that have broken with their mother chapter.

But they all came, willing to step forward when Sanguinius's homeland was threatened and the Blood Angels were in danger.

Dante couldn't help thinking:
Each one of them is a descendant of Sanguinius, and their bond is now closer than any other Chapter.

But Dante did not dare to let his guard down. He knew that the brothers of these chapters had developed a completely different chapter culture in the past ten thousand years.

If they want to bring these blood brothers who have been separated for too long together again, they need a larger command organization.
So Dante ordered the expansion of the original meeting room of the Red Council, completely demolished the ancient hall, and connected, rebuilt and carved it with other nearby halls.

Eventually, the new Red Grand Hall expanded to more than twenty times its original size, and the Red Parliament itself expanded to a full five hundred seats.

Each seat is surrounded by a circular table made of marble.
Dante's chair was originally slightly larger than the others, but he insisted that all the chairs be replaced with the same size.
Everyone invited to this Red Council is equal in this room.
Dante knew very well that he could not truly gain the recognition of his blood relatives by relying on force and pretense.

He stood in front of a wall in the new hall of the Red Council. On both sides of the wall were carved the names of the past masters of each chapter. These names of heroes over the past ten thousand years represented the honor of the Blood Angels.

On the walls are magnificent statues of Saint Guillemos, each of which symbolizes a period of empire history and is inlaid with countless shining gems and precious metals.

Even races that consider themselves more refined than the cruder humans have to acknowledge the beauty of the Blood Angels' creations.

Dante hopes that this wall can inspire the common glory of his Blood Angel descendants, which will bring them together and hope that they can suppress blood thirst and black anger with art, creation and beauty like the archangels ten thousand years ago.
Dante's eyes rested on one of the sculptures.
The statue of Sanguinius is kneeling on one knee. This is the scene when Sanguinius first saw his own legion. He swore an oath to the Ninth Legion, which was rejected and feared by the Empire at that time, and swore to be forever loyal to his legion and his descendants.
I will do the same, using my loyalty to my brothers in the Chapter and the Successor Chapter to gain their approval.

This thought suddenly flashed through Dante's mind, and he couldn't help feeling ashamed. How could he compare himself to the Primarch?

Suddenly, the light and shadows in the room began to wriggle. Countless shadows seemed to crawl in the room. Dante seemed to feel that every name of the Chapter Master on the wall was whispering.
"I'm here." Mephiston's voice sounded.

He walked across the floor, his footsteps echoing softly,
Everything, everything behind the curtain of reality, seems to be hovering around this chief think tank.
Mephiston nodded to Dante, his head tilted slightly, like a statue made of the dead.
It's a simple move, but it's terrifying when Mephiston performs it.

Dante looked at Mephiston: "You have come, Lord of Death."

The Lord of Death is the name given to Mephiston in the Chapter, which implies the vigilance, respect and fear of the brothers in the Chapter.

Dante shares these same emotions towards Mephiston.

However, when Mephiston heard the words "Lord of Death", his expression suddenly twisted, as if he was embarrassed by it.

Dante didn't understand, so he just asked Mephiston: "Why do you want to see me?"

Mephiston demands that Dante talk to him alone, without anyone else present.

This request was troubling, and Dante had to take time out of his extremely busy work.

Mephiston looked at Dante's tired face. He knew that the news he brought was shocking enough, so he decided to take care of the spirit of the chapter master and say it in a gentle way.

"Let's start with something less important. Cabanha is coming."

"Huh?" Dante's expression suddenly tensed, his eyes confused as if asking if this wasn't important?

"A Licat will sneak into Baal."

"Cadia may fall, and the rift in the Warp may consume the galaxy."

"A Primarch is returning."

"A candidate for one of the many positions in the Warp is on the three planets of Baal."

Before Dante could react, Morpheus said like pouring beans:

"This is what Chagatai Khan told me."

"Ah???" Dante had never been so confused in a thousand years.

(End of this chapter)