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Chapter 236 Dante: Is this something I can listen to? ?
Dante seemed to notice the doubt in Zhou Yun's eyes.

The old warrior who had ruled the Blood Angels and the Three Stars of Baal for a thousand years and had been the Chapter Master longer than Sanguinius had been the Legion Master, smiled:
"Sir Zhou Yun, now Lord Sanguinius has taken over the rule of the entire Baal and the Blood Angels. The other chapter masters are still responsible for commanding their own chapters, but the Blood Angels are now directly commanded by the Primarch. I am the only one who does not need to bear the burden of work."

"If it's according to what mortals say, I should be retired. I may be the only Astartes who can say he is retired in the past ten thousand years."

"What about you now?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at Dante's standard power armor of the Holy Blood Guard with some surprise.

"The Primarch told me that I could do whatever I wanted and enjoy myself."

Dante showed a slightly embarrassed expression on his face:

"Unfortunately, I haven't developed any interests in the past thousand years. I wanted to live in seclusion in my hometown on Baal II, but it has been destroyed by the Zerg."

“I wanted to try growing grapes, but I couldn’t keep a single one alive. I wanted to learn painting, but the portraits I drew were so ugly they looked like they were corrupted.”

"In the end, I had no choice but to join the Holy Blood Guard to serve as the Primarch's bodyguard."

As he spoke, a bright smile gradually appeared on Dante's face:

"I found that this is a really good job. Three of us take turns to guard the Primarch, and each person only needs to work eight hours."

"In fact, I don't have anything to protect. The power of the Primarch is far beyond our imagination, and he also has a strong ability of prophecy. I am just standing at the door for decoration."

"During this time, I will recall my life, sort out my thoughts, and write them down during my break. Maybe I will write an autobiography?"

Zhou Yun's expression froze for a moment.
Wow, after taking a detour for a thousand years, Mr. Dante finally got on the right track as a security guard.
What he said made so much sense. Sanguinius was one of the strongest Primarchs, and there were only a handful of people in the entire material universe who could hurt him.
He also has a strong ability to predict the future, which allows him to avoid most dangers.

When there is no fighting, Dante actually stands at the door as a living statue, serving a ritual and decorative purpose.

So this long-lived Astartes warrior began to conceive his own autobiography.
"But I haven't thought of a title for my autobiography yet. Mr. Zhou Yun, do you have any good suggestions?" Dante asked with a smile on his face.

Then the smile on his lips turned a little bitter:
"Lord Sanguinius suggested the title 'Dante - The Longest Ruler of the Blood Angels'."

"But this title is so boastful and arrogant that I feel like the Primarch is making fun of me."

Don't doubt it, he is just joking with you, Zhou Yun thought silently in his heart.

"Title of an Autobiography"

He stroked his chin and thought for a moment:

"'About the story of a salt seller's son who was guided by Sanguinor and eventually became the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels and led the Chapter for a thousand years'!"

"Ah?" Dante was stunned.

"Hahahahahahaha" a faint and clear laughter came from the red conference hall.

Dante's face was suddenly filled with embarrassment. Zhou Yun also smiled when he saw this, nodded slightly to Dante, and then pushed the door open and walked into the Red Great Council Hall.

This Red Great Hall was built by Dante under the command of the Blood Slaves and the Blood Angels. It is filled with exquisite carvings and paintings.
But these works of art, any one of which would have bankrupted the planetary governor, faded in comparison.
Because at the marble table in the center of this empty room sat the embodiment of perfection.
Sanguinius's golden hair hung down, and he did not wear a turban made of silver chains, nor did he wear armor forged from pure gold. Instead, he wore a robe as white as a flowing river of linen, and a pair of white wings with a hint of blue hung behind him.

"My friend." Sanguinius nodded slightly to Zhou Yun and pushed away the pile of documents at hand.

Zhou Yun took a quick look and saw that the documents had been processed and the ink on them had been dry for a long time.
To the Primarch's superior wisdom, the affairs of the three sparsely populated planets of Baal were not a burden at all.

I'm afraid that Sanguinius had already processed these documents long before Zhou Yun returned.
Dante, who was watching the gate outside, was slacking off, and Sanguinius inside the gate was actually also slacking off.

"Okay, Xiaohe, you just stay here and slack off. Let your uncle go out to work for you." Zhou Yun shouted in a loud voice.

"Hmm?" Both Zhou Yun and Sanguinius clearly heard a snort of confusion and fear coming from outside the door.

".I have no problem with you calling yourself my uncle, after all, you were born much earlier than Malcador."

Sanguinius said helplessly:
"But since you have returned from that Scalyx Fortress and have devoured the Dark Angel part of my Warp Essence, you should have known what I am, right?"

Zhou Yun nodded slightly: "The death of Sanguinius is the subspace essence of Sanguinius."

".My father obtained the materials from the Warp to forge us ten thousand years ago."

Sanguinius sighed slightly and said softly:
"Twenty surging forces from the Warp were injected into twenty-one new bodies and twenty-one reborn souls."

"It was those twenty surging forces from the warp that shaped us, and it was we who, in turn, shaped those twenty shapeless forces into an orderly form."

"Matter and the Warp interacted with each other to form the twenty-one Primarchs."

"I don't know what it is like for my other twenty brothers, but my essence is my own death."

"I was slain by Horus aboard the Vengeful Spirit, and the resulting Warp reverberations gave rise to my Warp Essence, which in turn pierced through time to forge the Primarch known as Sanguinius in the past."

Sanguinius looked at Zhou Yun:

"Of course, in the future, when you use the Time Burden Cloth to repair Sanguinius' body and soul, you will resurrect the Primarch before your eyes by mixing the fragments of Sanguinius' soul that were shattered in the Blood Angel's body, the faith of mankind over the past ten thousand years, and the corruption you have caused."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly and said, "This is why you must die on the Spirit of Vengeance, and you will definitely die on the Spirit of Vengeance."

"If you had not died at that time, your Warp Essence would not have been born, and Sanguinius would not have been born."

The winged figure in the white light is not the Sanguinius from ten thousand years ago.
Because the winged figure in the white light and Sanguinius do not exist at the same time. When he is alive, he is Sanguinius, and when he dies, he is the winged figure in the white light.

Just then, there was a somewhat panicked sound of metal collision outside the door.
Dante was sweating profusely and almost lost his balance.
The Emperor drew power from the Warp to shape the Primarch?
My father is impure? ?

Is this something he can listen to???
(End of this chapter)