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Chapter 170 Dante: Father, are you?

After the Great Rift unfolded, the sun disappeared, and the two satellite worlds orbiting Baal also vanished.
Blood flowed through the sky, and flames of rage burned within it.

The children of angels, chanting various slogans, launched an attack, slaughtering the Tyranid creatures along the way.

“We are born from the blood of angels, we originate from their essence, and our anger is rooted in their anger at betrayal. Fight in the name of angels, fight in the name of emperors, fight in the name of humanity.”

"We may all fall, but the final victory will be ours."

Dante shouted his final vow.

The other angels' offspring joined him in shouting, their voices deafening.

Dante had lived for nearly 1,300 years.

He had always maintained good control over his thirst for blood and his dark fury, preventing himself from losing control.

However, today, he relinquished control.

Let your anger ignite your heart.

Suppressed anger and murderous urges were released.

His chest pounded, like an automatic weapon being fired to its malfunction limit.

Sharp fangs pierced his gums, and his muscles swelled, filling his body with indescribable power.

"Blood! Blood! Blood! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Dante and his angelic offspring shouted fervently.

They stormed out of Angel Castle, burning towards the enemy like a raging fire.

The Tyranids were somewhat slow to react, and their overall coordination had not yet returned to the state it was in before the Great Rift unfolded.

The children of angels were slaughtering with abandon, venting their anger and thirst for blood.

The Tyranid worms, with their sharp limbs, swarmed forward, but were all slain by Dante's Battle Axe of the Dead.

The battleaxe, covered in arcs of electricity, cleaved through the shells of the Tyranid creatures, tearing their bodies apart.

As the axe swept across, severed limbs flew through the air, and crimson blood splattered onto the arid desert.

Dante moved like a raging wind, slaughtering every Tyrannosaurus he saw, roaring and shouting incessantly.

boom!
boom!
The cannons of Fort Angel were also unleashing their final barrage.

The mortal servants, led by the mechanical priest,

Unleash devastating artillery fire upon the enemy.

The massive swarm of insects was blasted into the air and then torn to pieces by the powerful shockwave.

Dante slaughtered indiscriminately.

As he unleashed his true nature, hallucinations began to appear around him.
He was pulled back to the Siege of Terra, where he fought alongside many of the Angelic Children against the traitor's minions.

The heroes who had been recorded in the Holy Blood Codex kept appearing before him.

He saw Amit, the first chapter leader of the Flesh Rippers.

The opponent was roaring angrily, engaged in a duel with a World Devourer.
An indescribable anger and grief welled up within that ancient hero.

But it was gradually replaced by a sense of emptiness that arose from a profound understanding of the workings of all things.

Immediately afterwards, Dante saw the messenger of death—Zephon.
When the enemy breached the last city wall and charged toward the final sanctuary of the palace, he and a group of Holy Blood Angels rushed out, using jetpacks to land in front of the enemy tide, buying time for the survivors to retreat into the sanctuary.

Zefeng landed beside an elderly mechanical sage and killed the World Eater who was pursuing him.

"This is your last chance, Akan, run! You can still get into the Sanctuary."

“Zefeng, they…they killed my monkey and my friend.”

Dante couldn't comprehend this scene, but he could sense the anguish of both the harbinger of death and the mechanical sage.

The pain of seeing past friendships and brotherhood destroyed in the war.

The images flashed by rapidly, and every hero who had ever been recorded appeared in the hallucination.
Dante's anger grew stronger and stronger.

His rage reached its peak as his gaze followed Sanguis into the Soul of Vengeance.

When Dante saw the vision of Horus, he subconsciously repeated the words that Saint Gilles had shouted on the Soul of Vengeance.

"Why, Horus? Why did you betray us?"

Immediately afterwards, he witnessed the death of the angel.

Endless rage consumed most of Dante's sanity.

It filled his mind with nothing but killing and destruction.

The other blood angels did the same, shouting and howling, destroying everything in their path.

As the battle reached its most intense moment, golden light appeared in the sky, and an angel flew in, spreading its wings.
San Giuliano appeared.
Immediately afterward, a subspace rift opened, and the Cursed Legion arrived on the battlefield.

They wore black armor covered with skulls and gnarled bones.
Fire spewed from their eyes and mouths.

They made no communication with the Blood Angels, but silently joined the battle, shooting down the enemies.

And on the other side,
While the ground campaign was in full swing

Qin Yun and his group finally arrived at the Barr system.

"Entering the physical universe."

The Heavenly Lord stood on the high platform and shouted,

With a resounding chime, the warship, which had been prepared, entered the physical universe amidst a tremor.

The baffle rises.

This allowed the numerous Imperial commanders on the bridge to take in everything in the void.

The fleet, comprised of the many sub-companies of the Holy Blood Angels, is now almost entirely wiped out; every warship is badly damaged.
The swarm of insects seemed endless, constantly surging towards them, attempting to completely crush and annihilate them.

"Join the battle," Qin Yun ordered. "Go and save the angel's offspring."

…………

The bridge of the Sword of Baal.

"Lock onto the biological vessel numbered TG03 and launch missiles."

"Light spear fully charged, Captain."

"Aim at that YT117 next to you that looks like an octopus and shoot it through."

"........."

As the captain of the Baal Sword, Nivia sat on the captain's throne, constantly issuing orders to her crew.

With the fall of large warships such as Angel's Radiance and Vengeance's Blade,
The command chain of the angel fleet has collapsed.

But she and the other captains continued to fight, dying in the name of angels.

Following her commands and orders, one biological ship after another was pierced through.

The shells tore through their biological shells and flesh.
An astonishing number of shell fragments and enormous chunks of flesh float in space.

Frozen bodily fluids floated in the clouds between the biological spacecraft.

Baal's kill record is outstanding.

Just like its name suggests, it is a sharp sword that can quickly pierce the enemy's chest.

However, for every biological ship destroyed, more than twenty more would come to replace it.

This is a war of despair.

Nivea saw no hope of victory.
The number of insectoid swarms is countless, while every single ship on their side is incredibly valuable.

A bright light came from the flank.

On the tactical projection in front of me, a green symbol marking friendly forces turned red and then went out.

The female captain turned her head and saw the exploded ship.
A frigate was entangled by the tentacles of the bio-ship and torn to pieces.

She sighed softly, then rallied her spirits and continued to face the complex battlefield.

boom!
The Void Shield was attacked by bio-plasma, causing it to go from dark to light, and then go out again.

The bridge was filled with a cacophony of alarms, and various systems were beeping and shouting.

Although the Terrans' weapons are not as powerful as the Empire's, their numbers far exceed those of the Empire's.

The Void Shield was twisted or pierced by the impact of torpedo spikes and live missiles.
Bioplasma streaked through the void and bombarded the human ships.

Those enormous bio-ships also spew out multi-sectioned weapons resembling teeth, filled with tiny metal-eating creatures.

In addition to these long-range weapons, the Terran bio-ships also possess the means to launch attacks at close range.

They spewed out shimmering clouds of gas, approaching the Imperial warships at a deceptively slow pace.

Then, they will use their powerful muscles to forcefully extend their tentacles.
Seize the steel-built warships,

Squeeze it little by little until it explodes.

The angel fleet is slowly and irreversibly heading towards its destruction.

Suddenly, a glimmer of hope appeared in Nivea's eyes.
She saw the largest biological warship.

That living ship had a single tentacle that was comparable to a combat barge, and its size was so enormous it was almost despairing.

The ship's surface was covered by thick ice and rocks.

Its head has the base of two huge, scissor-like jaws, a pair of reddish-brown eyes, and a small, tentacle-like mouth.

"Lock onto that Zerg mothership, load the Cyclone Torpedoes, and charge the Light Spears."

Nivia looked at the tactical display screen.
The enhanced mind absorbs feedback information and transforms it into a battle plan.

The Zerg mothership is the central command node of the Zerg swarm.

If it is defeated, the entire tentacle will collapse, giving us a brief respite.

"The light spear is fully charged, and the whirlwind torpedo warhead is equipped!" the artillery commander shouted.

"Fire!" Nivea shouted.

The vibrations from the firing of the light spears surged from the bow to the stern.

The bright spear of light struck the bow of the Zerg mothership.
However, the light spear that could easily pierce through other biological ships,

The impact only shattered the surface debris and armor of the insectoid mothership.

Meanwhile, the Sword of Baal was also being targeted by the Zerg mothership.
It opened its enormous mouth and charged toward the Sword of Baal.

The massive number of biological ships also reacted, forming an encirclement around Baal's Sword. A cacophony of alarms blared as the intense attacks rapidly depleted Baal's Sword's void shield, bringing it to the brink of collapse.

boom!
An explosion rang out, and the ship shook and tumbled as if an earthquake had struck.

[B-02's engine was damaged, resulting in a 50% power loss]

[H-03 area shield generator overloaded, urgent assistance needed]

【………………】

The scarlet alarm popped up like an avalanche, turning the entire bridge crimson.

"it's all over."

Nivea sat on the captain's throne, watching the ever-growing Zerg mothership open its massive maw, which was filled with sharp teeth.

Her expression was very calm, as she prepared to face her death.

The other crew members also stopped what they were doing.
Through the observation window, they saw the Zerg mothership's gaping maw engulfing the Sword of Baal.

Everyone fell silent; there was no crying, no shouting, only calm.

They have done everything they could.

Both courage and fear have been exhausted in this war.

Now, they only wish to peacefully face death and return to the embrace of angels and emperors.

At that moment, several beam spears fired simultaneously, striking the head of the Zerg mothership.

The pain forced it to turn its head away, sparing the Sword of Baal.

"This is?"

Nivia and the other crew members, who had survived the ordeal, looked on in astonishment.
Looking through the observation window, they discovered that a magnificent giant ship had somehow joined the battle.

The golden eagle on the bow is particularly eye-catching, lifelike, and seems ready to take flight at any moment.

The gilded hull and the massive number of armor plates were clearly visible to the crew of the Sword of Baal.

On the golden hull stand magnificent statues hundreds of meters high and extravagant cannons.

As the Baal Sword approached the enemy, it was pulled by the enemy's gravitational field.

"This is not our ship, this is the Glorious Queen..."

Nivia's eyes widened.

"How could there be a Glory Queen-class ship? Is this a hallucination before we die?"

Before receiving a reply, the bird divination supervisor shouted.

"Captain, a large number of friendly forces have entered the battlefield."

Nivia turned her head and saw that the huge tactical projection sphere was covered with a dense array of symbols representing friendly forces, the number of which was enormous and exaggerated.

"How can there be so many warships?" Nivia was stunned.

Not only her, but the other surviving angelic offspring also stared in utter shock at the fleet that had just joined the battle.

Relying on its powerful firepower, the fleet easily fought its way out and rescued the besieged warships.

Under Nivea's watchful eye, the Glory Queen-class battleship continued to fire.
Light spears, nova cannons, whirlwind torpedoes, pulse lasers, and more—a terrifying offensive illuminated the void.

A flurry of explosions erupted on the hull of the Zerg mothership.

Several bright beams of light pierced the head of the Zerg mothership, tearing through its tentacles and biological carapace, causing blood to spurt out.

Next came the Cyclone Torpedo and the Nova Cannon, explosions erupting inside it and destroying three-fifths of its head.

Under the ferocious bombardment of that unnamed Glory Queen-class battleship, the Zerg mothership was destroyed.

The massive Zerg fleet was thrown into chaos, but quickly returned to normal.

The strategy of destroying the mothership used to work very well.
But the Leviathan fleet had encountered this kind of thing far too often.
After suffering repeated losses, the Mother Nest's will made targeted adjustments to its original command network and tactical strategies.
The spare synaptic nodes are distributed and deployed within smaller biological vessels.
Once the mothership is destroyed, a new command chain can be quickly established.

Although they didn't achieve a decisive victory, Nivea was still grateful to the unnamed Glory Queen-class ship.
"Thank you for your assistance. On behalf of the children of angels, I welcome you to Baal."

She initiated a communication with the other party to express her gratitude.

Communication is established, projector is turned on.

An angel wearing golden armor, a weeping mask, a longsword and a staff, and with pure white wings appeared in the projection.

A grateful Nivea's eyes widened.
I can't believe what I'm seeing.

“This is all we should do,” the angel in the projection spoke. “No one would stand idly by while the Emperor’s loyal servants are sacrificed in vain.”

“Saint Gilles?” Nivia stammered.

“I am the saint of the God-Emperor, not Saint Gilles.”

Qin Yun spoke humbly, but Nivia wouldn't listen to his explanation.

The female captain was overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down her face.

"Have you returned to save us, Lord Baal, our King of Angels?"

Those on the bridge who saw Qin Yun on the projection screen were all visibly shocked.

"Saint-Gilles has returned."

A crew member shouted,
Immediately afterwards, all the crew members cheered.

"Saint-Gilles has returned."

"He's back. He's back to save Baal."

"The Lord of Angels, it is the Lord of Angels."

"........."

Standing on the bridge of the Imperial Glory, Qin Yun wore a helpless expression.

There's nothing I can do; the equipment the Emperor provides is just too...unfortunate.

He's become Saint Gilles 2.0.

Not to mention these people, even the casual players are convinced that he is the new Saint Gilles created by the Emperor.

When Qin Yun's image was transmitted to other ships,

This immediately brought tears to the eyes of the angelic offspring who had been in despair, filling them with immense joy, and they all proclaimed that Saint Gilles had returned.

The reinforcement fleet gave the angel fleet, which was on the verge of defeat, a chance to breathe.

The Angelic Offspring watched in astonishment as the human ships joined the battle, using their superior firepower to wipe out the massive Tyranid swarm.

Especially the flagship, the Glory Queen-class, no biological ship could stop it.

They charged headlong into the air, tearing a path through the Tyranid swarm.

Under Xia's command, the Imperial Glory specifically targeted key ships.
Each kill throws the Zerg fleet into brief chaos, making it easier for Imperial warships to reap the rewards.

As Imperial Glory gradually gained the upper hand, Qin Yun immediately ordered the execution of an airborne tactic to rescue the angelic offspring of Baal.

…………

Baal,

surface.

The battle has reached its most brutal stage.
With the help of the Cursed Legion, they charged towards the Swarm Tyrant that had descended upon Baal's home planet.
The Swarm Tyrant possesses an exaggerated size and sharp limbs.
Standing on its bent-back legs, it is even taller than fearlessness.
Red spores were ejected from the chimney-like biological structure on its back.

Four matching spirit bone swords were attached to his arm, their ends heavy and cruel, like those of a reaper.

Dante and the Swarm Tyrant clashed, both giving their all in an attempt to kill the other.

After severing his opponent's arm with his battle axe, Dante was thrown into the air and crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Dante's helmet alarm went off, and his armor was damaged in several places.
The flight backpack on its back even had red rune warnings.

"I'm going to die."

A thought crossed Dante's mind.
After he got up, he looked around.

All the angelic offspring have gone mad, consumed by endless rage and a thirst for blood.
They howled as they fought their final, desperate battle.

Dante gave a bitter smile as he recited his vow.

"I am the Lord of Blood, and everything I do is for the purpose of creating my existence."

"I crave neither glory nor redemption; fighting is my mission, and sacrifice is my duty."

"For the angels, for the emperor."

Dante kept his eyes fixed on the Hive Tyrant, planning a final attack, a fight to the death.

At that moment, a voice appeared on the main planet of Baal, very faint.

At first, it sounded like withered leaves fluttering in a gentle breeze, the soft rustling sound underfoot.

For example, a beetle flapping its dry elytra sounds like a buzzing moth.

They hovered around him, repeating the same pattern over and over again.

As time went by, the voice gradually grew louder.

Like surging, endless waves; like a magnificent, erupting volcano; like the pulse of the stars; like the roar of the gods.
Everything was so shocking and astonishing.

he came!
A voice was chanted repeatedly.
It was sung by millions of people and called upon by countless wills.

he came.

Redemption and hope have arrived.

Driven by endless rage, the blood angels instinctively looked up at the sky.

The madness in his eyes vanished, and his lost reason returned.

As if a wondrous magic had been cast upon them, the black fury that had driven people mad vanished.

They saw airdrop pods and transport ships streaking across the sky, as well as an angel shrouded in light.

The angel soared with outstretched wings, like a real golden sun.

Exhausted, Dante wore a complex expression of shock and confusion.

He reached out his hand toward the sky, as if trying to grasp that illusory salvation.

"Is that you? My father?"

PS: Angels and Kabanda

(End of this chapter)