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Chapter 192: The Wrath of the Angels and the Emperor's Favor

The blood slaves hurriedly shuttled between the seats, carrying heavy plates filled with wine and food in their hands. The cherubim flew across the sky holding incense burners, sprinkling fragrant blue smoke.

".It's a bitter wine." Chapter Master Caen of the Crimson Blades commented while holding a wine glass, "But a little blood has been added to it, just the right amount of life force to satiate the blood thirst, but won't it further provoke it?"

The Blood Knights Chapter Master, Yoel, who was always wearing a helmet, put down the wine glass in his hand, snorted coldly and said, "Don't count on luck. The blood thirst will only get deeper and deeper, and there will be no turning back in the end."

"You" Caen frowned slightly, seeming dissatisfied with Yoel's tone.

Then Joel nodded and added, "You'll end up like me."

Caen was stunned for a moment, looking at the blood and hunger gushing out of Yoel's body.

The smell of blood in the air was stimulating him, but Yoel tried his best to restrain himself and was unwilling to take off his helmet to eat.

Joel's hand was slightly on his waist, where there was a long object wrapped in cloth. Caen didn't know what it was, but he knew that the blue-armored warrior seemed to have met Joel in private. The object might have been given to him by the blue-armored warrior, and it seemed to help Joel suppress his blood thirst to a certain extent.
".It's not a good thing to be like me." Yoel lowered his voice and said again. His voice was still sharp enough to make people feel uncomfortable.
But Caen put down the glass in his hand and nodded with a hint of gratitude: "This is sincere advice, I will remember it."

Yoel just snorted at this.

"They actually celebrated before the battle." Goren, the commander of the Holy Angels, who was sitting on the other side of Caen, was slightly amazed.

"My friend? Isn't it worth celebrating to be loyal to the Emperor?" Caen asked with a slight smile: "What will you do before the battle?"

"Watching the night, the silent kind." Goren shook his head and said.

Caen was amazed at the differences in customs between the various chapters. Suddenly, he noticed that in front of Goren sat an Astartes warrior wearing gorgeous power armor.

The warrior's power armor was engraved with complicated metal patterns. Judging from the designs on the patterns, he was a tomb guard. The content of the patterns mainly praised death, tombs and the death of archangels. Judging from the style of the patterns, this was a power armor that was made at least three to five thousand years ago. In terms of its exquisite craftsmanship, it could be called a holy relic.

And that soldier doesn't even look like a company commander. The tomb guards are really wealthy.
The warrior seemed to notice Caen's gaze and turned his head to give Caen a strange look.

Caen nodded slightly to him: "It is a very beautiful and sturdy power armor. Is it a relic of the previous generation of tomb guards?"

The tomb guard hesitated for a moment, then said: "I carved it myself."

"Ah?" Caen was slightly stunned.

Goren on the side smiled slightly. The Holy Angel Regiment he belonged to had a good relationship with the Tomb Guards.

"The Tomb Guards are a fleet-based chapter. When not in combat, they will seal themselves in a huge stasis field."

Caen was stunned for a moment. He only noticed that the power armor was an ancient relic, but he didn't expect that even the human was.
"Do you need this external object to prove that you are the descendant of Sanguinius?" Yoel asked, glancing at Caen.

"That being said, if we don't have these external objects, how can we remember the history of the Father of Genes?" A bitter smile flashed across Caen's lips.

His Chapter had once mistakenly identified their father, so naturally they could not help but keep an eye out for relics that could prove that their genetic father was Sanguinius.

Caen's eyes stayed on the cloth around Yoel's waist for less than a second, then he looked away.
It would be great if I could win the relic of Sanguinius brought by the blue-armored warrior. Caen sighed slightly in his heart, and his eyes moved involuntarily to the high platform in the distance.

The blue-armored warrior seemed to be sitting next to Mephiston, the Lord of Death. No one questioned that his position was too high. First, he represented the entire regiment in a sense, and second, no one was willing to sit next to Mephiston.
Hmm? Caen blinked slightly and found that the blue-armored warrior and Mephiston had left their seats and disappeared without a trace.

This is obviously using some subspace power.
But before Caen could think for long, they heard cheers from the stadium.
Dante walked back to the Well of Angels. On his face was the pure gold mask of Sanguinius, on which was carved the angry face of the archangel. The blood of the archangel, like a gem, shone on his forehead.

Dante paused slightly at the position of Mephiston and the blue-armored warrior, but he seemed to have expected this, and just sighed slightly before walking to his own position.

The nearby blood slave picked up the wine bottle and wanted to pour wine for this glorious warrior.
"No!" Dante rejected the blood slave.

His eyes swept over all the descendants of Sanguinius present.
"When I first learned of the existence of bloodthirst, I threw myself into a pool of blood, sucking the blood of the alien with hunger." "When I drew blood for the last time, my hands were covered in blood, and mortals fell beside me."

"So I swore an oath never again to draw blood from a living creature, never again to succumb to blood thirst. I kept this commandment for a thousand years, and I longed to keep it until death."

Cabrillo, who was standing next to Dante, stood up and took a bottle of wine mixed with blood from the blood slave.

The chief priest of holy blood filled Dante's cup. Dante nodded in salute and then slowly took off his golden mask.

That aging face was exposed in front of all the descendants of Sanguinius. Dante's deep eyes seemed to show traces of time.

The whole place fell silent for a moment. A Blood Angel had never tasted blood in a thousand years. He relied entirely on his willpower to resist the temptation of the scarlet thirst, even allowing his body to withstand the erosion of time.
"When I was still a rookie, my instructor, Mr. Kafir, once told me that the black and red curses were all the wrath of the archangels."

"To control this anger, the archangels taught us five virtues. We should be focused, we should be humble, we should be kind, we should be restrained, and we should forgive."

Dante slowly raised his glass:

"But if adhering to all of this still cannot defeat our enemies, then the only thing we can give them is wrath! The wrath of the archangels!"

Dante raised the glass high and drank the red wine mixed with blood. Instantly the smell of blood flowed out of Dante's body, and everyone present trembled.

The pupils in Dante's deep eye sockets were filled with a turbid blood color, becoming sharp and terrifying. The wrinkles on his face seemed to become lighter, and that face vaguely overlapped with Sanguinius's, full of burning anger, as if to bring the cruelest punishment to the enemies of mankind.

"Dante!!!" Caen almost felt a tremor from the depths of his soul, roaring the name of Lord Baal.

"Dante! Dante! Dante!" The Astartes beat their chests and praised Dante's name loudly.

Only the Blood Knight, Yor, let out a low laugh, a laugh filled with bitterness, sadness and sighs, as if he was mocking Dante, fate, bloodthirst and himself.

"We are not pure enough after all." Yoel murmured in a voice that no one could hear.

He placed his fingers on the cloth bag at his waist and could faintly feel the bag vibrating slightly.
No. Joel slowly widened his eyes. It was not the cloth bag that was shaking, but the whole world was shaking slightly as if it was being silently pushed by a pair of hands from the stars.

The light of the star shines on the Holy Sun Treasury. This magnificent building belonging to the Blood Angels Think Tank is trembling slightly.

Not only here, the entire Baal is shaking, and even the entire galaxy is shaking, and the space that supports all this is wailing.

"The Zerg Hive Fleet is coming." Zhou Yun said in a low voice, feeling the vibration in the air.

The Hive Fleet's FTL travel method is particularly unique. They use a special ship called the Narwhal Ship to use the gravity of the galaxy to create a compressed space corridor to quickly move to the target. This method is slower than sub-space, but more reliable.
In addition, when the swarm begins to move, earthquakes, tides and stellar anomalies will frequently occur in the target galaxy due to the influence of gravity. Conversely, the occurrence of these situations means that the Zerg fleet is already moving towards Baal.

But soon, the tremor disappeared, and the space in the Holy Sun Treasury seemed to become stable, as if some force was protecting the Holy Sun Treasury.

".The Emperor's favor?" Zhou Yun's mouth curled up slightly with a smile, looking at the scorching star Idalia floating in the air.

This star was bound by the Emperor's psychic power and placed on the chest of a statue of Sanguinius. A large number of complex mechanical structures were installed inside the statue, allowing the power of this star to be utilized and become the energy source of the entire Holy Sun Treasury.
And this star still retains some of the Emperor's power, which may be more powerful and more valuable than the star itself.
But no one, not even a psyker as powerful as Mephiston, can truly harness the power of the Emperor and the star.

Even if the star only had a portion of the power left by the Emperor ten thousand years ago, it would still be far beyond what Mephiston could match.

"How is the ceremony preparation going?" Zhou Yun turned his head slightly to look at Mephiston and asked, "Can you connect Kabanha's channel into reality to my pocket?"

Mephiston stood beside him and nodded slightly: "The ritual at the Heart of Baal has also been prepared, and we are just waiting for the Hive Mind to cover the Baal System."

Zhou nodded slightly and took out a remote control inlaid with buttons from his four-dimensional pocket. The remote control had a metal scope on it.
Looking at this prop, an imperceptible trace of heartache flashed across Zhou Yun's face. He only hoped that Kabanha could make him get his money back.

(End of this chapter)