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

Chapter 183 My Relic!
In a twisted starship suspended above Terra, the blazing light of a star shines before the throne.
Sitting on the throne was a twisted dark shadow. There were still some traces of human beings in that shadow, but there was more of a wriggling blasphemous power in its huge body.

It let out a sharp roar, cursing the dazzling light of the star and scolding the place where the light came from.
It was a mummy-like human, standing in front of the dark shadow like a ghost. A dazzling light was released from its shriveled flesh and blood, and its eyes were burning fiercely like a cold black star.

In front of the mummy-like human was an angel in polished golden armor, with its pure white wings slowly spread, shielding the mummy from the wrath of the dark shadow.

Dante had seen this scene countless times, seeing this scene that seemed like a prophecy and a scene from the past.

It is said that this is the prophecy that Sanguinius saw in the past, symbolizing that he would fight for the Emperor and fall to the claws of Horus.
However, Dante often felt that this prophecy might not have come true yet, and one day he would be like the angel in this scene, falling before a dark existence for the Emperor and mankind.
Dante often amused himself with this thought, for he knew it was the part of his soul that belonged to the salt seller's child, the child who longed to be a hero and to make a great sacrifice at the end of his life.
You are eager to sacrifice like an archangel. What could be more arrogant than this? The voice of the Flesh Tearers' Chief Librarian seemed to echo in Dante's ears.

He shook his head, knowing that the dream was about to end——

However, the scene suddenly rippled, and a fourth force appeared between the mummy, the angel, and the dark shadow.
Dante heard the souls of the machines praising and the rustling of the insects devouring their food.

He saw countless Necrons singing emotional songs, their glowing eyes full of emotions that had been pent up for tens of millions of years. The Silent King and countless Hierophants bowed their heads and worshiped the sacred figure.
He saw a dark abyss, like a realm that did not belong to reality. Countless demons dissolved in this realm, and the rustling sound of insects gnawing echoed in it. Some round cakes continued to increase in value like stars. The insects gnawed these cakes and expanded. This realm dissolved the new insects and formed a giant snake with its tail in its mouth.
Then the scenes Dante saw gradually settled down and turned into a blue, round figure.
The figure simultaneously extended a round hand towards the mummy and the dark figure.
Dante only heard the roars and snarls of the dark gods, and saw a semicircular pocket flying in the air and falling into a deep well.
Darkness, and then only endless darkness.
Dante covered his head and touched his skin which was loose due to age.

It took him a second to realize that he was lying in his bedroom in the Angel Castle, not in a starship hovering over Terra.
It was a dream again. Dante often dreamed that he was in the starship on Terra, witnessing the battle between mummies, angels, and dark figures.

But this time the dream was different. Dante saw Doraemon.
He recognized the blue figure in his dream. It was the Doraemon he had seen last night. That Zhou Yun,

Doraemon reached out his hand to the mummy and the dark figure. Is this some kind of hint or metaphor?

If the corpses symbolize the Emperor, then the dark figures symbolize Horus or the Dark Gods. Does this mean that Doraemon will be the enemy of both the Emperor and the Dark Gods one day in the future?

Why do the angels turn a blind eye to this? Why do the undead praise it? What is this Ouroboros composed of ever-increasing cakes, insect swarms, and dark space?
And the white semicircular pocket you see at the end, and the deep wellhead that the pocket falls into. What do those symbolize?
Could it be a sign that Saint Doraemon would eventually fail? Did he fail to achieve his goal?

Dante isn't good at interpreting omens, maybe he should tell Mephiston?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Dante suppressed it. Mephiston had obviously sided with Saint Doraemon.

Of course, he couldn't tell him that Dante slowly got up from the bed.
After Zhou Yun left last night, Dante packed up the documents and, seeing that he had a rare free time, he fell into a deep sleep. This was a rare sleep he had had in several days.

Dante glanced at the clock beside the bed. He had slept for about three hours. This was not enough to eliminate Dante's fatigue. He was really too old.

The chief Holy Blood Priest, Coblow, even warned him not to go to the Blood Coffin, as it would be very dangerous for him to enter it in his current condition.

Dante looked at his own muscles and skin. The Emperor gave immortality to his descendants, and this immortality flowed into the bodies of every Astartes through the blood of the Gene Father.
Today, his body is still full of strength, his nerves are still flexible, and his mind is still as quick as ever, but Dante can still feel the aging. Perhaps it is not just the aging of the body, Dante's soul may have also aged.

Dante recalled the scenes he saw in his dream, looking for more detailed changes in the dream scenes.

In addition to the appearance of the blue figure, Dante also vaguely noticed that the blazing Emperor's Sword hanging beside the corpse's knees had also disappeared. Was this also a bad sign?

Dante couldn't explain it clearly, and he couldn't figure it out. He dispelled this part of his thoughts and sighed.
There are still many things to do and think about today. In the Colosseum, the Well of Angels, the warriors of Sanguinius will end all differences with battle, and Dante must hurry there.

He wanted to call for the old blood slave Arafeo who had been with him for hundreds of years. However, Dante remembered that it was meaningless because Arafeo was gone.

The growth of a mortal from youth to old age happened so quickly in Dante's eyes today, as if it happened in a flash.

He sighed, took out his robe and put it on. The robe was embroidered with angels. It was made by a brother of the chapter. Dante knew that many Space Marine chapters lived an ascetic life.
But the Blood Angels still remember some of the teachings of the Father of Genes. In addition to the skills that a warrior should know, many Blood Angels also understand art, poetry, cooking, handicrafts and winemaking. Some brothers in the chapter even opened up vegetable fields and planted crops in the Angel Castle.

This can help the descendants of Sanguinius suppress the scarlet hunger and black rage in their bodies. Unfortunately, Dante himself is not proficient in these skills.
If one day there is no more war in the galaxy, Dante will probably be one of the people in the regiment who has the most difficulty finding a job again. A bitter smile flashed across Dante's lips.

Probably there won't be that day.
Suddenly, Dante heard a bloody roar coming from the tower facing his bedroom window.
The Lost Tower, where those Blood Angels who have fallen into the Crimson Hunger and have almost alien appearances are imprisoned.

They woke up too. Dante walked to the window and looked at the Lost Tower in the distance.
The spire was so sharp that it pierced the sky, almost touching the scarlet crack in the sky, like a sharp fang sucking blood.
The scarlet scream continued. Dante found a bottle of red wine without blood, opened it, drank a glass, and then strode out of the bedroom, passed through the Liangshan ebony door, stepped on the ruby ​​mosaic, and walked along the passage in the Angel Castle to the Angel Well.

As he came outside the tower, the scarlet scream coming from the Lost Tower became clearer and clearer.

Those prisoners, those ghouls, those brothers, are screaming for blood.
Their howls often herald war,

The Tyranids are close, very close. Dante doesn't have much time left.

The problem facing Dante now is to end the disputes between the brothers of each chapter through a duel in the Well of Angels.
It was simple and there were few surprises. Fighting was a common way to end disputes.

Dante can also take this opportunity to think about Doraemon.

The Warp Being wanted to go to the Archangel's tomb. He hinted that he would use the Archangel's corpse to resurrect the Archangel.
His words from last night were still echoing in Dante's mind, and the balance in his heart was tilting little by little towards believing him.

However, his reason as the Chapter Master still controlled Dante, reminding Dante that even if he trusted him, he had to be on guard.
But how to do it?
"No! This is a sacred object of our Chapter! Absolutely not!"

Before he reached the Well of Angels, Dante heard a commotion.

There was some confusion in his eyes. The official duel had not yet begun.
Dante walked quickly into the Well of Angels.

The Well of Angels was transformed from a shaft of an extinct volcano. There is a circular pit in the middle. Usually, it is a small lake. When a duel is needed, it will be drained like this, revealing the deep battle pit and the sand at the bottom of the pit.
The duel pit was surrounded by layers of nested hexagonal long tables, behind which were seats for tens of thousands of people.

The Well of Angels is a building from the Legion era that has been preserved to this day and is fully capable of supplying the more than 20,000 Astartes who have now arrived in Baal.

Dante walked in quickly from the height, and the surrounding soldiers immediately cast their eyes on him.
Dante nodded slightly to them, then looked towards the duel pit.
He saw a Space Marine in metallic blue power armor standing in the duel pit.
Opposite him was the captain of the Excelsior Angels, Erwin, who was reluctantly handing the finely crafted power axe to the blue-armored Space Marine in front of him.
"This is the sacred object of our regiment!" Elvin's voice was full of panic.

"Which chapter are you from?" the blue-armored Space Marine asked. "You guys are willing to accept defeat. You don't want others to know that your chapter is cheating, right?"

"We are the Excelsior Angels, can we exchange it for something else? I'll compensate you with two other power axes, as long as they are not the holy relics of the chapter!"

"Lean Angel? You won't be using it in the future anyway! Here you go!"

"Ah? Ah!"

　The next chapter will be a few minutes late, and I haven't finished editing it yet.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)