I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 180 Dad? How did you get along with Lion Guilliman?
At night, the scarlet scar hangs behind the towers of the Angel Castle,
The lights in the tower flickered, and only the low sound of the servants working and the sound of Dante writing documents echoed monotonously in the room.
Dante did not wear power armor, but a simple linen robe, revealing his modified and muscular body.

At this moment, he looked like a marble sculpture created by Greek sculptors in ancient Terra, as if he was the embodiment of the perfect male figure. Even the exposed black neural interfaces on his body did not affect the beauty of this body.
But when Dante knew that he was not wearing the mask of Sanguinius, his face showed old age and fatigue.

Few Astartes lived as long as he did.
Many people believe that the Astartes are immortal, never dying of old age, and only dying in long wars.

But the years have indeed left traces on Dante's face. Under his somewhat dry blond hair, his face showed fatigue and old age.
There is a small mirror on Dante's desk, which allows Dante to see his own face.

Gazing at his face through the mirror, Dante was surprised to find that he could see a trace of his former father, the prematurely aged salt seller.

After completing their transformation, most Astartes warriors no longer miss their former homes and families, and have almost no contact with them.

But Dante always missed his father, so he abandoned him and took part in the trial alone, becoming an angel.

But before and even after his death, he never went back to see him. Dante didn't know in his heart whether he couldn't go back or didn't want to go back.

He always felt guilty about this, and now that he saw his face showing similar signs of aging as his father's, the guilt was even greater.

But he had to hide this guilt deep in his heart.

Dante is the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, the Emperor's furious servant, noble, pure and excellent. The Emperor protects mortals, and Dante is his way of protecting them.

More things are waiting for him to judge and deal with.

That Lictor. Dante remembered the Lictor that suddenly appeared in the Red Council.
There is no doubt that it was the Licat that Mephiston was hunting.

He was obviously successful, but the appearance of the red and pink wooden door made Dante feel uneasy.
There is no doubt that the door belongs to that Saint Doraemon, who is suspected to be a being in the subspace, a being close to God.

Now Dante only knew a few words from Mephiston.

Know that Doraemon is somehow occupying a triple position in the Warp. If He succeeds, He will become a being more powerful than the Four Chaos Gods.
That Doraemon showed some hostility towards the Zerg and some kindness towards the Blood Angels.
At present, Doraemon doesn't seem to be any other danger except that his hands are not clean. I hope the Crimson Blade Chapter Master won't always be thinking about the Chapter Relic.
Dante selected an equally exquisite power sword from the Blood Angels' collection and gave it to Chapter Master Kaen of the Crimson Blades to compensate him for his loss.

As for that Saint Doraemon, I wonder if he is related to the prophecy of the Archangel's resurrection.
Mephiston seems to have reached a cooperation with him. Or has Mephiston fallen? Has he been corrupted by Doraemon?

A Warp Being, a Psyker who has travelled too far into the Warp, possibly connected to the return of the Primarch,
Dante couldn't help but worry about this and reached out his hand to rub his brow.

And that door, how could it appear directly in the Crimson Grand Council Hall?
The Eldar's webway requires a specific gate, and Chaos Sorcerers need to go through the Warp, neither of which can do this easily.
Doesn't that door have any restrictions? Doesn't it require a location or a map?

Dante raised his eyebrows slightly.

Mephiston? Did Mephiston give the map of the interior of Angel Castle to that Doraemon?
Now Dante had to doubt Mephiston even more deeply.

If this is true, wouldn't the wooden door appear directly in front of Dante?

This made Dante frown, but he couldn't think of any way to deal with it.

"Can we just wait for the other party to take action?"

Dante put down his hand that was rubbing his brow and murmured softly:

"Since the other party has reached a cooperation with Mephiston, I believe they will come to visit me."

Dante was even more tired of this.

The only good news is that, although there have been some unexpected events, the current situation has not completely deviated from his plan.

Tomorrow, there will be battles in the arena of the Angel Castle, in which the descendants of Sanguinius will end all differences and resolve all conflicts with battle. After this, all conflicts will be put aside and all the descendants of angels will become one.

Dante sighed, fatigue once again overwhelmed him, and he could not help but lean back on the chair.
Dante's face was fully reflected in the mirror on the table.

The rare, old Astartes face was reflected in the mirror, blond and handsome, which was given by Sanguinius' genes.

Dante recalled the scenes he saw when he was being transformed in the blood coffin.
He saw in it the life of Sanguinius.
Thinking of this, he felt even more exhausted. Dante really didn't want to recall what he had seen.
Father, why are you so confused with Lion and Guilliman?
Dante couldn't help but sigh. He was curious whether other brothers in the chapter had seen this.

Or did they all choose silence like Dante?
Dante continued to stare at the face in the mirror, and once again detected some traces of his biological father's genes in the old face.
Those marks were already very hazy and almost invisible, but strangely, as Dante watched, the marks of his biological father on the face became more and more obvious.
Dante's face also seemed to gradually become similar to that of his biological father, Areias, the salt seller on the Baal II.
"Look!" Areias in the mirror raised his finger high and pointed to the night sky.
The huge star Baal Prime passed through the night sky of Baal II. It was a vast and huge world, with all kinds of landscapes looming on it, showing varying shades of red.

The boy stood beside Areias, and looked towards the main star of Baal following his father's finger, his eyes widened.
Above the equator, a beam of light can be faintly seen above the equator of the star Baal.

"Ax Angel Castle!!"

The boy's heart was pounding and he shouted loudly as he looked at the sacred scene.

"Completely correct!"

The boy's father, Areias, smiled and said:

"That is the great castle where the angels of light and holy blood live. They are extraordinary and free from the worries of mortals. They were chosen to become the descendants of the God-Emperor and were given great power and glory."

"They are the Emperor's wrathful servants, noble, pure, and excellent!"

The father leaned close to the boy's ear and whispered the story of the angels: "The priest told us that the Emperor protects mortals, and the angels are their way of protecting us."

"They were all chosen from the Baal people. Some may have once been members of our tribe, but they are no longer our kin. Instead, they have been granted eternal life. Our concerns about life no longer belong to them."

The father gently hugged the boy, and the boy stared at the stars in the sky and the main star of Baal.

He even forgot to be afraid.
The boy's mother was giving birth in the rover, with only the midwife to accompany her.
My father said that his mother was a strong woman who would bring his brother into the world safely, just as she had brought Louis Dante himself into the world.
The boy was perceptive enough to realize that his father was comforting himself rather than him.

"I hope to go there one day." The boy turned his head from his father's arms and whispered, "Maybe one day I can become an angel too?"

The seriousness in the boy's tone made Areas feel uneasy; he surely had not meant to encourage such ambitions in his children.

"Most will die in the attempt." Areias warned, hugging his child tightly: "Very few can pass the trial of Angel City, and even fewer can survive."

"Almost everyone failed," the boy repeated. "Someone succeeded?"

The boy was keenly aware of this. Someone would always become an angel, so why not him?

The father hugged the boy tightly. He had worried about losing his wife tonight, but now he didn't want to worry about losing his child in the future.
"Father?" The boy tilted his head in confusion. "Will you still love me like this when I have a brother?"

Areias laughed at this and hugged the boy tightly, causing him some pain.

"Love is a bottomless well, my child."

He said:
"If you feel like you're jealous, you are, because new life needs more nurturing"

"Then please remember"

The father leaned close to Louis Dante's ear and said softly:
"You're the eldest son, we've spent this time together, and this will always be yours."

"No matter what happens, I will always love you dearly, little one, because I will always be your father."

A tear fell from the corner of Commander Dante's eye. He remembered that day, forever.
His mother died in childbirth, and Dante and his father buried her and her stillborn child in the salt marshes.
Then, Areias changed,
He still had so much knowledge and was still friendly to Dante, but he no longer talked about angels and miracles, no longer told those ancient and sacred stories, all he told Dante was how to survive and dig salt.
The sand in the desert blew up, and the strolling cars stopped in it, and the sand swept on Dante's cheek.
He looked at one of the strollers and listened to the sounds inside.
"You can't go." Areias held his breath and said, "I will never allow it. You are my only relative. Who should I leave everything to?"

Dante today can feel the pain in those words, but Louis Dante, who was still young at that time, could not.

"Get married and have more children." Walking in the car, the young Dante said to his father in a childish tone: "Dad, I have to go."

"No, I'm too old."

"If you want to talk about getting married and having children, Marina is a good person. She is the same age as you and pays attention to you. You can live here together, with you."

"No! If I stay here, maybe I can help Marina. But if I become an angel, I can help everyone."

"What if? You'll die! You're not strong enough! You're not special enough!"

Dante outside the car could hardly stand the argument inside. He almost wanted to rush in, scold his younger self severely, and then tell his father proudly: Now he is an angel.

He knew that he would steal a desert motorcycle that night, abandon his father and go to the trial alone, but...
Dante rushed to the door of the stroller, but gently pushed it open. He looked into the narrow stroller and tried his best to make his voice gentle.

"Look, Dad," Dante whispered to his father, "I'm an angel now."

Dante felt tears welling up in his eyes, but the man standing before him was not his biological father.
He was a noble warrior with broad wings, a compassionate face, flaming blond hair, shrouded in white light, and was looking gently at Dante.

"Luis. Luis of Dante Barre II."

A soft whisper sounded in Dante's ears.

"Mission. Sorry for returning"

Dante saw the figure in the white light slowly spread its wings, as if telling Dante something.
"My Lord?!" Dante almost blurted out. He recognized the figure in front of him, but...
The figure's wings slowly spread out, and a faint blue light overflowed, almost merging with the winged figure in the white light.

Dante's expression froze. Blue wings? Blue? The Lord of Change? ?

He suddenly realized that he was in an illusion and a dream. The light blue light in front of him shattered and the scene gradually became clear.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a wooden door opening.

Dante immediately raised his head and looked forward.

In his room, a wooden door with red and pink colors appeared in front of him at some point.

　Theoretically, Mr. Dante knew about the past of the Second Empire. Le, I wonder if Guilliman knew about it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)