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Chapter 173: Warp Gives Me Back My Big-Breasted Sanguinius

"Four-clawed Dante! Four-clawed Dante! Four-clawed Dante!"

All the Genestealers in the meeting place raised their voices and shouted the name of the giant Genestealer.

The Genestealer leader was nearly seven meters tall, and his four sharp claws were like sickles, shining black and red in the dim light.

The thick chitinous carapace wrapped around its blood-red body and spread all the way to its huge triangular head.

Embedded in this head are a pair of malicious scarlet eyes, and behind the eyes is a huge proliferation of brain tissue.

Zhou Yun knew at a glance that the Genestealer in front of him was obviously more powerful than the Hades Worm on Asford.
This parasitic demigod must have been entrenched on Baal long ago, and has grown over the long years to become this terrifying form.
Moreover, the posture of this Genestealer leader is obviously different from the ordinary ones.

I wonder if it's because the human half of its genetic sequence is more unique, or if it's the work of the Tyranids, or if it's affected by the scarlet radiation on Baal?
Regardless, the malice it exudes is far greater than that of the Worm of the Underworld, like a more purely bloodthirsty beast.

The giant beast's eyes swept across the entire meeting place.

Sweeping this terrifying gaze, the Genestealers did not show the slightest fear. Instead, they all began to excitedly shout the name of Four-clawed Dante.

The Genestealer Bishop Spiritual Brain Mephiston, who was standing next to Four-clawed Dante, took a step forward slowly.
As the chief psychic in the Genestealer tribe, she is the embodiment of the tribe leader's will.

As the spiritual brain Mephiston used it to grow brain tissue, his slender blue eyes swept over the Genestealers present.
"My brothers! The descendants of the pure blood of Elytra Sanguinius!"

Four missionaries stood beside the bishop, using a huge broadcasting device to amplify the bishop's voice:

"We have known since the day we were born that we are the true masters of Baal and the true and pure descendants of the Archangels."

"We are united, we are friendly, we are like brothers, we are civilized and kind, and we are rational and orderly."

"But those ghouls, those blasphemous ghouls, have occupied the Baal that should have belonged to us. Those ghouls with blasphemous blood flowing in their bodies are entrenched in the Angel Castle!"

"These beasts arrogantly claim that they are the descendants of Sanguinius, but the Sanguinius they worship has a pair of blasphemous bird wings!"

"Bird wings! Dear friends, let's think rationally! If a pair of bird wings is to carry a person to fly, then that person's chest muscles must be at least one meter thick!"

Mephiston's voice was thick with mockery:

"Oh my god, if Bird-winged Sanguinius is truly pure, without the aid of any blasphemous evil power from the warp, then he really has a pair of proud breasts!"

All of a sudden, all the Genestealers present couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Zhou Yun couldn't help laughing out loud. Mephiston was the only one present who still had a stern look on his face as if his father had died.

To be honest, Zhou Yun began to like this group of cunning guys. They were so interesting.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but look at the winged figure in the white light in the corner of his eyes, mainly at his pectoral muscles.

The winged figure in the white light did not speak, but the white light all over his body seemed to be burning fiercely.
In fact, he himself had complained about this to Zhou Yun before, saying that he was the first Primarch to realize that he might have some contact with the subspace.

After all, any Primarch with a superhuman brain would realize that this thing is extremely unscientific when he sees the pair of wings behind him.

Neither aerodynamics nor biology.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but feel regretful. If there was no warp, Sanguinius would have to grow a meter-thick chest if he wanted to fly. The warp really did all kinds of bad things.

Seeing the reactions of the Genestealers present, the bishop smiled:

"Look at those Blood Angels entrenched in the so-called Angel Castle! A group of two-meter-tall man-eating trolls!"

"They are separated from each other, sharing the same blood but broken into countless warbands."

"They hate each other. They claim to be the descendants of Sanguinius, but they are full of contradictions."

"They call themselves brothers, but they have completely different customs from each other."

"They claim to be the protectors of humanity. But look what they have done!"

The Genestealer Bishop raised his voice and shouted angrily:
"They keep humans as blood slaves, mix their blood into red wine for tasting, and slaughter civilians to eat their flesh and blood!"

"Their towers are filled with fanged monsters thirsting for blood."

"Their hearts are filled with dark anger and curses!"

"They are ruled by the old wights who have lived for a thousand years. They serve the pale vampire wizards who have returned from the dead. They use the profane blood to distort the bodies of pure humans!"

"Blasphemy! Blasphemy! Blasphemy!"

Zhou Yun looked at Mephiston not far away. The pale vampire wizard who had returned from death was clenching his fists tightly.
If it weren't for the fact that he was waiting to hunt the Licat, Mephiston would have already fired a psychic cannon to blow the meeting place up into the sky.

"But the long wait is finally over!!!" The bishop raised his hands high and roared:
"Hundreds of years of hibernation have ended. We will emerge from the desert and overthrow the tyranny of the ghouls!"

"The voice of Elytra Sanguinius has sounded in our ears, the sound of his sacred song is loud and clear, and the sound of his elytra trembling is sharp and moving."

"And the great living saint Saint Gileli will soon arrive in Baal, and the insect eggs carrying his sacred body will fall from the sky and into the desert."

"And we will welcome it back, and let its holiness guide us!"

"Fifteen great Elytra Sanguinius champions will go with me and His Excellency Four-clawed Dante to the place where the eggs fell to witness the birth of Sanguinius!"

"A thousand years! The descendants of the salt miner on Baal II have served the Emperor for a thousand years!"

Dante stood on the high platform of the Red Chamber, wearing a golden mask with the face of Sanguinius carved on it, and looked at his allies:

"I've lived a long time and seen things I couldn't have imagined."

"Every century in which I live brings a new horror that tests our empire."

"I have witnessed the awakening of the Necrons, and I have seen the emergence of the Tau Empire."

"I was there when the Hive Fleets arrived from beyond the galaxy to prey on our world."

"I was there when the orc warlord Salakka the Bonebreaker invaded Armageddon three times."

The blood on Sanguinius's mask shone brightly, and Dante raised his voice:

"I have seen Chapters fall, I have witnessed worlds destroyed, I have seen the armies of the Imperium wither at the hands of traitors' treachery."

"I have also seen the ambition of vain men reduce innocents to food for the foul hunger of the darkness."

"I have seen it all, I have faced it all, but the Imperium stands! The Blood Angels stand! The Son of Sanguinius stands!"

Dante placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared at his allies:

"Now, when you look up at the stars, you will find that the sky is dark, because the Tyranids are powerful enough to block their light."

"Now, when you see the enemy, you will be shocked by their numbers, for the Tyranid swarms seem to have no end."

"Now, when your souls enter the Warp, you will witness emptiness and pain, for the Warp Shadows are so hungry."

"You look at this and think we can't win, and you think we're on a losing ground."

Dante looked at the silent Blood Legion in front of him, and his voice revealed clear anger, anger stained with blood:
"But we will prevail. I tell you, we will prevail."

"We must face up to the curse we bear, knowing that this anger comes from Sanguinius, and release Sanguinius' boundless anger to those damned aliens!"

He pounded his fist on the table, cracking the newly-made marble:
"The Imperium shall live! The Blood Angels shall live! Baal shall live! The Blood of Sanguinius shall live!"

"I swear by the blood on my forehead and the blood on my body! We will win where we must lose! Here, in Baal, Leviathan will die!"

Dante took a deep breath, and his roar echoed throughout the Red Great Hall.
The rage that surged from Dante affected every brother in the Chapter whose blood flowed from Sanguinius.

The red anger was spreading, like waves slowly rising in a pool of blood, spreading from one person to another.

The smell of blood surged in the Red Great Council Hall. Every soldier's two hearts were beating strongly, and every soldier's soul was angry.

A connection that transcends the limitations of matter spreads between the leaders of each chapter.
They were surprised to find that they were so close to each other.
The same blood, the same curse, the same wrath from Sanguinius.

Silence lasted for a while in the Red Great Council Hall.

Then, it was shattered by shouting.

"Dante!" the roar rang out, furious and unstoppable: "Dante! Dante! Dante!"

The Space Marines roared and beat their chests with their steel-covered fists. The harsh sound of metal collision resounded throughout the Red Great Hall.

Their anger burned like a newly forged sword, red and hot, yet connected as one.

Dante stared at this scene, and he knew that these warriors were united in emotion.
The next step is to reunite these brothers who have been separated for thousands of years in terms of command and military.

This is the most difficult part, may Sanguinius bless you.
Dante placed his finger gently on the Blood of Sanguinius on his forehead.
He could not see at all, in the warp, behind him,

A winged figure in a blazing white light was slowly spreading its wings over his body.
(End of this chapter)