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

Chapter 191 I beat Doraemon? Is this true?

"You sent your gene seed away?" Seth asked in a low voice, exhaling a breath of blood.

Gene-seed is the bloodline of a Chapter, the container of the Chapter's genetic sequences, and is essential for the creation of new recruits.

Dante nodded slightly. He did not wear the angry mask of Sanguinius, but exposed his face to the scarlet night sky.

It was full of fatigue and old age, something Seth had never seen on other Space Marines.
"You think we can't win?" Seth stared at the face for a while, then said bluntly:

"." Dante remained silent, but the aging face was still looking at Seth, as if he was examining Seth's blood and soul.

Seth looked at Dante calmly and said, "We all know that we have seen Leviathan in Hades. We will lose and lose everything here."

“Maybe you feel hopeless about this, but I feel angry about it.”

"Dante, all Sanguinius left us was anger and despair, but anger is obviously better than despair."

"There is still hope," Dante corrected quietly, "Sanguinor once told me in Hades that there is still hope."

"But you gave away your own gene seeds. This doesn't seem like a hopeful person." Seth glanced at the ten scouts who were transporting gene seeds. Ten recruits who had just been implanted with black shells and had not even actually worn ceramsite power armor.

"I am full of hope, but I am still the Chapter Master." Dante said calmly, "I need to be practical, put aside my anger and pride, and think rationally."

"That sounds like an Ultramarines." Seth snorted and said, "Can the Blood Angels be rebuilt with only ten warriors?"

"People may die, but blood will not. They also flow with the blood of Sanguinius."

"If Baal is destroyed, they will kindle a new hope on another planet."

The roar of the Thunderhawk gunship's engine suddenly sounded, briefly interrupting the conversation between the two people. A scorching flame burned on the apron, and the Thunderhawk spread its wings and flew into the starry sky, carrying Dante's hope.

“I don’t see hope.”

Seth licked his fangs against his lips and said:

"How long has it been since you drank blood?"

"It's been so long that I've forgotten it." Dante said softly, his voice carrying the senility that shouldn't belong to the offspring of an archangel: "But I will drink red wine mixed with blood tonight. I need strength."

Seth looked at Dante's old face and suddenly felt angry. He really wanted to scold Dante, but he felt that he didn't have the power to do so.

So he could only grit his teeth and say: "I am your strength! I owe you a debt of honor. You let my brothers die with honor in the underworld. Let us go to the most dangerous place. We will die there in anger, only anger, no despair."

"I only have hope, not despair." Dante said softly: "Drinking blood is just out of pragmatism and rationality."

"Rationality? Is your genetic father Robert Guilliman?" Seth blurted out.

Suddenly the air became a little quiet, and Dante looked at Seth with a dazed and bewildered look.

Seth was also stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.
"Sanguinor spoke once in ten thousand years, telling us that there is still hope." Before Seth could figure out how to express his apology, Dante spoke first.

Instantly, Seth felt anger welling up in his head. Dante only announced to the brothers of other chapters that Sanguinor said these four words, but he knew that Sanguinor did not say only the four words "there is still hope".
"Then you should go find that Saint Doraemon, kneel in front of his statue, and pray to him to help us." Seth said, unable to control his mouth.

There was no silence in the air, and Seth lowered his head: "I'm sorry, my lord."

“No need to apologize”

The corners of Dante's mouth moved slightly, and he said in a low voice:

".I have found Saint Doraemon."

"." Seth's expression was as if he had eaten a Nurgling raw and then half of it choked his throat.

"Don't talk." Dante interrupted Seth and stuffed the half-Nurgling into his mouth tightly. "Your mouth is the second most dangerous thing on this planet."

Dante's face was filled with helplessness.
The mouth of Saint Doraemon is so annoying that Dante can't do anything about it.
And Seth. Seth blurted out these words without thinking, and Dante really couldn't help but punch him.

"Come with me, I have something to give you."

As he said that, Dante turned around and walked ahead. Seth followed after hesitating.

The two walked along the passage between the towers. After they got out of the towers, Seth's vision became wider.

He could even see a newly excavated ditch outside the farthest city wall, which was filled with a liquid with a faint silver color.

"Water of Thirst." Seth whispered. He had only heard this name in legends and knew that it was one of the most dangerous weapons and existences on Baal. The technology to produce this technological creation of ancient times has been lost, but this liquid will replicate itself. The Blood Angels simply collected it here in the wilderness of Baal. This thing that looks like just water can instantly extract all the water from a living thing, turning you into a mummy, which will be very useful to the Zerg.

As he moved forward, Seth was able to see the second line of defense. The Void Shield was ready to be put up at any time. Relying on the Void Shield, the Blood Chapters could consume a large number of Zerg swarms. As long as enough were killed, the Blood Angels would win. Seth hoped so, but did not hold out for it.

The last line of defense is right under Seth's feet. If it comes to this, the Blood Angels will have no choice but to fight to the death.

Dante led Seth into a small path, and followed the path into a tunnel shrouded in darkness. The tunnel extended all the way to the underground of the Castel Sant'Angelo. Dante pushed open a small door and motioned Seth to enter.

The orange-yellow light lingered in the room, shining silently on the high platform in the center of the room.

The high platform was covered with a piece of exquisite, delicate, and smooth black silk, on which was placed a metal cylindrical reliquary.

Seth grinned. "I'm afraid this was done by a skilled Astartes. Where do the Blood Angels find the time to make these things?"

".The silk was woven by Cobrelo himself when he was still young." Dante was silent for a long time before he spoke: "The one above is the reliquary of Amit."

"Oh!" Seth was silent for a while before he slowly spoke: "So it's Amit's holy relic box."

Amit was the first Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers. He made this reliquary himself to store the...
Dante slowly walked over to the reliquary and gently touched the item created by the first Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers.

"Here lies the feather of our father, and..."

The reliquary slowly opened in half, and a light that did not seem to exist in reality burst out, seeming to illuminate the entire room, but it also seemed to be just Seth's illusion.
At the center of the reliquary hovers a pure white feather, enveloped in the softness of a stasis field.
Seth felt dizzy and even forgot to breathe. His whole body was shaking slightly.
The feather was as long as his arm, but thinner. In the dim light, Seth could vaguely see each fork of the feather and the shiny, wet blood hanging from the tip of the feather.
"The feather fell from Sanguinius's wing and landed on the wall of the Terran Palace, where it was then placed in a stasis field."

"Not long after, our Gene-Father met his death at the hands of Horus, and during the long ten thousand years, this stasis field never stopped functioning, forever freezing a moment of Sanguinius' life."

Dante slowly closed the reliquary box, picked it up, and continued:
"Gabriel Seth, Sanguinius once said that although your founder Amit was as savage as a beast, he still had hope and beauty in his heart. That is why he was a great craftsman."

"Amit forged this reliquary himself, hoping it would serve as a reminder of Sanguinius' death. His spirit resides within it, his heart still echoes, and he will be with you."

As he spoke, Dante handed the relic box in his hand to Seth:

"It belongs to you, to your Chapter."

".I can't." Seth showed a rare panic: "I can't take this."

Seth hurriedly retreated, looking at his hands, as if they were covered in filth and would defile the holy object.

But Dante placed the reliquary closer to Seth.
"Take it." Dante's voice was full of authority. Even without the mask of Sanguinius, his words were still so convincing. "It belongs to you. Amit's soul is not only rooted in this metal, but also in your blood and flesh. This can protect this holy relic better than anything else."

Seth's eyes were filled with vigilance and suspicion. He frowned and said, "I will die for you, even without this holy object."

"Let me go to Baweiyi. I will lure the swarm there."

In the whole plan, the role of Baal I was to share the pressure on the main planet of Baal. The war group that landed on that planet was almost certain to die. They were living bait.
The Flesh Tearers of Seth and the Blood Knights of Jor took on this task.
"No." However, Dante refused Seth: "Leave the Flesh Tearer to your Chief Librarian. I have another mission for you."

"I trusted a being, and I promised him to fulfill an extremely dangerous promise."

"But trust is trust. Out of rationality and pragmatism, Seth, I hope you will follow him and act together. You can be his helper and also a fuse at critical moments."

"An existence?" Seth frowned. "A dangerous promise?"

"You may refuse, but for the sake of our friendship, I ask you to accept this burden and hope that this relic will protect you."

"." Seth stared at Dante: "Tell me, what is the mission you gave me?"

"The blue-armored warrior and Mephiston were with them as they headed underground to Angel Castle."

Dante whispered:

"I cannot tell you their purpose, but if you find that everything is heading towards irreversibility, I allow you to use any means, including the most blasphemous ones."

".Mephiston? Lord of Death?" Seth's expression twitched involuntarily, and he took the relic box from Dante.

After hearing this mission, Seth suddenly felt that this holy object was what he deserved. After all, he had to deal with the Lord of Death.

That is not something that can be resolved by death alone. According to Dante, if everything really goes to the worst, Seth's death will probably become a secret and will not have any honor.
"Where's that blue-armored warrior?" Seth asked in a low voice, then a slightly ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Don't tell me that's really Calgar?"

".That's Saint Doraemon himself." Dante was silent for a moment and then said: "Mephiston claims that he is the true Lord of Death, the original power and the eternal dragon"

Seth's hand holding the reliquary trembled, and the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

(End of this chapter)