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Chapter 552 Let's help our brother out since we're from the same hometown!

He is the Angel of Blood, a son of Saint Gilles, and a member of the Angels of Penance.
Once, they were called Radiant Angels, created during the Ninth Army's founding using the genetic seeds of the Ninth Legion. Their home planet, Mapote, was also located on the ninth world of a toxic star, and that toxic star's essence was also nine.
Nine, what a sacred number! The Ninth Legion, the Ninth Son, the Ninth Planet, the Ninth Star. Perhaps this is why they were inspired.

They once succumbed to foolish painting, hedonism, art, and the calligraphy taught to them by the white scars, using these as a way to combat their black rage and scarlet hunger.

This made their warband the least affected by Black Fury and Bloodthirst among the Sons of Sangilis.

But this is wrong, this is depravity, this is folly, this is a betrayal of Saint Gillespie.

It wasn't until nearly a century ago, when Chapter Master Valzival led the First Company, most of the think tanks, and the company commanders on an expedition, leaving only the chapter's priests to guard the chapter, that they were able to return to the right path.

The prophet descended upon the Warband's monastery; the cold, poisonous river waters pounded against the banks, washing the prophet to the monastery's edge.

The prophet was as thin as a withered corpse, yet almost as tall as Astartes, with a deep scar on his abdomen, and despite having been immersed in the poisonous river for so long, his eyes still shone brightly.
The prophet spoke with the priests for nineteen days and nights, ultimately bringing the enlightenment of the River Styx to the sinful, radiant angels.

As the prophet wrote in Psalm 13 of the Covenant of Thorns: "Beauty deceives the eye with its grace or splendor, and seduces the heart with promises of hope. These are the forging of the great enemy. Those who cherish beauty are flirting with depravity, and those who fabricate, spread and display hope are the chief of heretics."

Indeed, they were deeply sinful, defiled and lowly, yet the prophet entrusted them with salvation.
They smashed the works of art they had once forged, burned the paintings, shattered the artifacts, and blackened their power armor with charred tar.

The think tank director attempted to defy the prophet's truth, but was ultimately purged as a heretic.

In the end, the once radiant angel donned a crown of thorns and became a penitent angel.
And now, their repentance has finally been answered.

Saint Gilles has returned. Another subgroup of the Blood Angels, the Crimson Angels, brought news that Saint Gilles has been resurrected in the blood pools of their home planet, Corinnar.

The Thorn Angels are about to be summoned to Corinnar to receive the Blessing of Blood.
His only regret was for the company of penitent angels who went to Baal; those poor guys had probably been devoured by the swarm and wouldn't have the chance to witness Saint Gilles' return.
But just as they were about to travel to Corinnar to receive the blessing of blood, a fleet of unknown origin suddenly surrounded their home planet, Mapote.
A horde of terrifying, twisted monsters emerged from their ships, wreaking havoc on their homeworld, even besieging their monasteries.

The pleas for help sent by the penitent angels to the empire went unanswered.
He roared as he charged toward the largest of the monsters.
How terrifying that monster was! It seemed to be formed from billowing blood and pitch-black rage, grotesque and hideous, its body covered in ugly scars from which blasphemous evil power from the warp constantly surged.
But he would not retreat, for behind him lay the Prophet's abode, and as the chief priest, he had to protect the Prophet.

The spear of Bi Gong gleamed with a cold, silver light, its teardrop-shaped tip piercing his chest.
Fresh blood, reeking of sulfur, flowed from his chest.

The deception and fog that blindfolded him vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by a cacophony of gleeful mockery ringing in his ears.

Out of a wicked sense of humor, the evil god who had been deceiving him dispelled the fog before his eyes in the final moments before his death.

This allowed him to see the truth and realize the magnitude of his mistakes.
Bi Gong's spear was gently pulled out, revealing long hair, more dazzling than gold, beneath a turban woven with intricate gold chains. But the face beneath that hair held only sorrow.

"Father!" the chief priest of the Angel of Penance cried out in anguish, his body collapsing heavily to the ground.

Saint Gilles lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the distorted face of the chief priest of the Confessing Angel.
He resembled an ugly, mutated bat, with upturned cheeks, protruding fangs, no eyelids, and eyes that were almost entirely blood red. A ring of black thorns coiled around his narrow forehead, piercing between his flesh.
“He’s even more distorted than we were back then,” an Astartes standing next to Sanguis exclaimed in astonishment, wearing silver and red power armor.

He was the last member of the former Blood Knights Chapter, and after being replenished by the Primal Forge, he became the Chapter Master of the new Blood Knights Chapter. In this battle, he earned the honor of serving as a Guardian of Sangilius, along with two other Astartes.

Beside him stood a pale-faced Astartes clad in black armor. He was Lerian, a hermit of the Confessors, a company commander of the Confessors. During the Battle of Baal, he was ordered to Baal to support Dante, thus escaping the chapter's terrible fate.

Even more grim than Lerian's expression was that of Captain Finney of the Crimson Angels. His chapter, the Crimson Angels, was one of the sub-churches that had never responded to Saint Gilles's call, and based on the information gathered so far, the Crimson Angels were most likely the core of the corruption.

“This aberration is not the result of a defect in our bloodline,” Saint Gilles sighed. “It is a blasphemous curse from the warp, a shameful lie.”

Saint Gilles brandished his spear of victory, and the heavy door before him was blasted open by psionic energy, sending shards of iron hurtling into the room like meteors.

But the tall, emaciated man in the center of the room, with a gruesome wound on his abdomen, remained unmoved, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he watched Saint Gillespie enter the room.

He is the so-called prophet who deceived and manipulated the entire penitent angels' army.
The repentant shaman, Elder Lerian, gripped his power sword tightly, veins bulging on his face, dark rage swirling in his eyes.

If Saint Gilles hadn't been there, Lerian would probably have been consumed by rage and rushed forward to tear this fraudster who destroyed his chapter to shreds.

Saint Gilles' eyes reflected the figure of the so-called prophet, whose mortal body shimmered with both blood-red and ever-changing blue hues.

"Hail to your arrival! Saint Gilles! The original body destined to become the two gods of blood and change!" The prophet twisted his body and bowed to Saint Gilles.

"Has the God of Blood stooped to cooperating with the Lord of Changes?" Saint Gilles' lips twitched slightly as he coldly questioned.

"Didn't you also fall into the trap of another blue evil god who is full of lies? That one may not be more honest than the Lord of Changes."

The prophet smiled and responded:
"The Blood God and the Lord of Myriad Changes can now offer you a higher price. Two gods can surely give you more than one who has not yet truly become a god, right?"

"The Lord of Change and the Blood God promise that if you are willing to become their chosen one, you will get everything you want."

“They will truly heal your offspring. You have suppressed their black fury by bearing the dark rage of all your offspring, but you cannot suppress their crimson thirst by bearing their bloodlust, can you?”

"Moreover, the dark anger of your descendants will not disappear, but will only increase, and one day it will overwhelm you."

"Your essence is anger, bloodshed, darkness, and pain. Why are you unwilling to accept it?"

"Wouldn't it be better to accept our gifts than to prolong this wretched existence?"

The prophet's words caused the three Blood Angels accompanying Saint Gilles to tremble slightly.
After Saint Gilles' return, the Black Rage was indeed contained. Even those who were consumed by the Black Rage were not consumed by it, but instead formed a connection and resonance with Saint Gilles.
They had assumed this was a natural consequence of Saint Gilles' return, but it turned out that Saint Gilles had borne the dark fury in the hearts of all his descendants alone.
But Saint Gilles himself showed a slight smile:
"The four of you tried to tempt me, but I didn't give in."

"What's more, now there are only two of you left. In the end, you are the ones who are truly just barely clinging to life, you evil gods."

“When He returns, you will face the end of the world.”

Bi Gong's spear was extremely fast, piercing through the chest of the so-called prophet in the blink of an eye. The prophet's body fell heavily to the ground, and the power of the Blood God and the Lord of Changes that had been parasitizing his body quickly dissipated, causing his body to wither away in the blink of an eye.

Saint Gilles placed his hand lightly on the scar on his chest, a burning, painful sensation surging from it, but his expression remained unchanged. He simply turned to look at Captain Finney from the Crimson Angels: "Is the Crimson Angels still not responding to me?"

Finney's body trembled, and he shook his head violently.

He knew how deeply his brothers had fallen; during the Battle of Baal, they had even refused to support Dante, leaving their homeworld of Sanctuary in danger. It was Finney who had secretly led a portion of his company to Baal's aid. Now it seemed the other Crimson Angels had probably followed suit as well.
Saint Gilles lowered his eyes slightly, letting out a soft sigh tinged with sadness.

“Finnie, from this moment on, you are the Chapter Leader of the Crimson Angels.”

“Lerian, you too, are you now the repentant leader of the Radiant Angels’ warband?”

The faces of the two Astartes showed no excitement, only pain and sorrow.

Saint Gilles sighed, then gently closed his eyes, savoring the dream.
"Twenty-two thousand two hundred and seventeen dreams."

"Attempt to contact the Dragon Kingdoms."

"The Eldar records their migration to the past."

".Successfully connected"

"Let's help our brother out for the sake of being from the same hometown!"

“'We will wait at the beginning of the universe.'”

"Waiting for heat death and restart."

"If it fails, try again."

"It will be soon," Saint Gilles said softly, his eyes slightly closed.