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Chapter 190: Kick Kabanha's big red butt

"Why are you so obsessed with the organization of the legion?" Mephiston listened to the conversation between Zhou Yun and Cobreau, and his eyes twitched slightly.

He was afraid that he would speak too slowly, and Zhou Yun put his plan on him.

Zhou Yun chuckled and shook his head. Even if the legion was restored, Dante, Mephiston or Cobrough would not be in charge of the command center.
After all, a certain Primarch is still waiting to be resurrected in the form of sauce in the basement of Angel Castle. No matter how the Ninth Legion is restored, the identity of the Legion Commander will undoubtedly be his.
After all, there wouldn't be anyone so desperate as to snatch the Primarch's position as legion leader, right?

Unless a Primarch voluntarily hands over the command, the position of legion commander will definitely still be his. He shouldn't really leave all the things to Dante or someone like that, right?

As for why Zhou Yun was considering the organization of the army.
"Maybe I'm planning to organize the Ninth Legion to attack Terra and discuss the pros and cons with the Emperor." Zhou Yun said in a half-joking tone.

Mephiston almost spat out the bitter red wine in his mouth, while Cobbro's eyes widened.

"You are such a joker." Mephiston took a deep breath and patted his chest.

Coblow looked around hurriedly to make sure no one else heard what Zhou Yun said.

The Blood Angels do not fully view the Emperor as a deity, but such blasphemous language involving Heresy is still unsettling.

The corners of Zhou Yun's mouth twitched slightly, but he was not joking.

According to his previous discussion with the winged figure in the white light, there might be something wrong with the Emperor himself, and His condition might not be right.
In the normal timeline that Zhou Yun knew, Guilliman was the only Primarch who faced the Emperor directly, but Guilliman himself was resisting his own Warp nature, and he might not be able to discover the problem with the Emperor.

After Sanguinius is resurrected, Zhou Yun will definitely go to Terra with him to determine the Emperor's condition. If the Emperor has really lost control or has become some kind of terrifying existence, Zhou Yun and Sanguinius may even stand against the Empire.
If it really comes to that, a legion-level Astartes force will become particularly important. Zhou Yun even thinks it would not be a bad idea to recruit a few more start-up groups to create a Third Reich.

But the problem with Bal is that the population of these three wasteland planets can support a war group, but it can no longer support a legion.

The Blood Angels need their own Greater Ultramar.

What Zhou Yun just said can be regarded as a psychological preparation for the three senior leaders of the Blood Angels in advance, so that they can have an expectation for the overtime life in the future.

Mephiston seemed to have sensed that what Zhou Yun was thinking about was becoming more and more blasphemous and dangerous, so he quickly said, "The think tank has already started preparing, how about you?"

Zhou Yun slowly raised his head. He knew that Mephiston was talking about Kabanha.
Coblow gave them a strange look, as if wondering what Zhou Yun and Mephiston were trying to do.

"We are going to summon Kabanha to the real universe, then give him a good kick on his big red butt, and make him disappear from this world completely." Zhou Yun said lightly to Coblow.

He was not worried about his and Mephiston's plan being leaked or known directly to Kabanha.
If it were any other great demon, they might have used tricks or avoided it, but what Zhou Yun and Mephiston were doing now was equivalent to challenging Kabanha.

A Khorne Daemon will not turn down a good fight, nor a head worth cutting off.
Not to mention Zhou Yun's own, Mephiston's head alone would probably be enough for the Great Demon to complete his skull KPI for who knows how many years.
Kabanha will definitely come, he will never retreat
"You're joking again." Coblow laughed.

".I'm not kidding." "We're serious."

Zhou Yun and Mephiston nodded almost at the same time, and Cobrough's expression suddenly became a little stiff.

"Dante should know." "The Chapter Master agrees in principle."

Looking at Cobreau's stiff expression, the two spoke together again.

In fact, Dante only allowed Mephiston to use whatever method he thought was effective, and he did not know the specific content of the plan.
Zhou Yun and Mephiston also thought it would be better not to tell him the specific details.

After all, the Chapter Master only needs to see the results, while the Warp duo has a lot more to consider.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yun glanced at the four-dimensional pocket.

Zhou Yun kept those relics that could be used with props in the next operation, and sold the rest directly.

Adding the money I got from Mephiston, I had almost enough money to exchange for the item and the adaptation lamp.

Of course, this still requires a trip to the Holy Sun Treasury belonging to the Blood Angels think tanks. The real key to the whole plan lies in it.
The Holy Day Treasury, the Four-Dimensional Pocket, and the Will of the Hive, all three parts are indispensable.
The prisoners in the Lost Tower were screaming and shouting for blood, their hunger and thirst were filled with sorrow. The scarlet scar hung low over the Lost Tower, like a scar torn by the fangs of the blood-thirsty prisoners.
This sight vaguely awakened the rage of Sanguinius in Seth, and he felt his blood almost burning.
The cold night wind of Baal blew across Seth's helmetless face and scratched his hideous muscle lines. Standing next to the tall tower, Seth seemed like a blood and black igneous rock, carved out by Baal's sharp cold wind, bit by bit, into a tall and skinny gargoyle.

Gabriel Seth is a head taller than most Space Marines, but also thinner, with a terrifyingly sharp face. Mortals therefore regard him as the embodiment of cruelty. Oh, except for the refugees from Lesio. Those somewhat mystical herdsmen call Gabriel Seth "the Blood Cursed One", but there is no mockery in them, but full of respect.

Many Flesh Tearers died on Lesio, including normal warriors and death companies. The Lesio people therefore respected Seth and even built a settlement in his name.

This is what Seth desires, to exchange sacrifice for honor, death for remembrance, their blood for the blood of more people, rather than the other way around.

His reputation and that of his Chapter has improved, but the vast majority of his kin still see Seth as a liability, a raging monster, a beast who might turn on his comrades.
Gabriel Seth also looked down on them. They seemed to be arrogant and believed that they would never be affected by the curse.
The Flesh Tearers are far more cautious than most Chapters, but they are still hounded by the curse.

In Seth's view, denying the existence of the curse is equivalent to denying who you are, denying the holy blood in your veins.

However, Seth would not ask for sympathy from his blood relatives. Sympathy disgusted Seth. He and his kind did not desire redemption.

They just want war, to use their anger on it, and then die.

At least now the people of Lesio will remember him, Seth thought silently.

But there are not many survivors on Lesio, and they may all be killed in the Battle of Baal.
Seth knew those nomads, and they were thirsty for revenge.
He couldn't help but exhale a breath of air filled with the smell of blood and continued walking along the tower.

Then he saw a soldier of the Holy Blood Guard standing guard on the high tower.
The Holy Blood Guards, they are elite veterans, the honor guards of the Chapter Master, all the Chapters with the blood of Sanguinius have retained such units,
But only the Blood Angels' Holy Blood Guards are the continuation of the former Primarch's Guards. The golden power armor they wear is even a relic of the Great Crusade era. Their wearers once fought side by side with the Archangels, and the craftsmanship of making them has long been lost.

These warriors also carry jetpacks, special versions of which have wings on their backs that mimic those of archangels.

Seth narrowed his eyes slightly. Such a precious warrior. Would Dante send him out on patrol missions?

He slowly approached the warrior, and the Holy Blood Guard sensed Dante's presence and placed his hand on the hilt of the Crimson Blade at his waist.

"Sir Seth?" A member of the Holy Blood Guard recognized Seth and calmly stood in front of the road.

Seth couldn't help but smile. In his mind, he could not help but imagine himself tearing the soldier's body into pieces.
He could do it, even though he wasn't as well prepared as this Sanguinary Guard, and even though it was extremely challenging.

But Seth chose to speak anyway, his voice revealing the savagery and oppression that belonged only to the Flesh Tearer: "What does Dante want you to do?"

The Holy Blood Guard seemed to sense Seth's alertness.
Seth's eyes swept over the Holy Blood Guard in front of him, and at the same time he noticed his companions on the high tower diagonally to the side.
More than one Holy Blood Guard What on earth is Dante doing?
"I have no intention of offending you." The member of the Holy Blood Guard tightened his voice, "Master Dante ordered me to guard this place."

There was a flash of blood in Seth's eyes as he stared at the member of the Holy Blood Guard, but the warrior just shook his body slightly. Seth couldn't help but smile, acknowledging the warrior's courage.

But he had to know what Dante wanted to do——

"Let him pass." Dante's slightly tired voice sounded behind Gabriel Seth.

Seth hardly noticed Dante's approach. He once again understood how respectable and powerful Dante was.

The members of the Holy Blood Guard made way for Seth and Dante. Dante walked in front and motioned Seth to follow.

Seth stood on the edge of the tower and looked down.

He saw blood slaves, a holy blood priest and... ten scouts?
Ten young warriors stood beside a Thunderhawk gunboat. These warriors had not yet been fully recognized as members of the Blood Chapter. In theory, most of the transformations had been completed, but they had not yet been implanted with the black carapace. This required them to prove their worth in the reconnaissance company.

However, Seth noticed the signs of surgery on their bodies. Apparently, they had been implanted with black carapaces.
But what Seth was really concerned about was the cargo they were carrying onto the Thunderhawk.

"You sent your gene-seed away." Seth said after exhaling a breath of blood.

(End of this chapter)