Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 335 Dante: Oh no, I've become a heretic!
My name is Dante, the leader of the Blood Angels, an old man over 1200 years old, and also my father's most proud son.

Logically speaking, it is extremely rare for a Space Marine to live to the age of 1200, since the existence of Space Marines is accompanied by death and war, and they simply cannot live to their lifespan limit.

According to existing records, the oldest warriors of the Empire can be traced back to the Great Crusade, such as Bjorn the Wolf Pack Sage, Nemir the Great Keeper of Secrets, William the Ultramarines, and Guts the Dog Sage of the Iron Hands...

Despite his advanced age, Qin Xia Khan remains young at heart, even after becoming the fearless warrior who still enjoys speeding around on a warship.

But these elders are different from me. Almost 99% of them are fearless. The only one who is still alive and kicking is Tom Cruise, the Blood Ravens Commander who disappeared 400 years ago.

Speaking of Tom, I can't help but think of the frustrating Blood Ravens Legion. Although the name is bad and they always have dirty hands, I envy them a lot because they live happily and are out of place in the rest of the Empire.

I once asked Tom, "Why do you always like to steal things? Don't you get tired of living like this?"
But the elder said he didn't know either. He only knew that he was waiting for someone, and that the entire Blood Raven was waiting for someone.

As for your question about whether I'm tired, I definitely am. On this occasion, Tom told me about his legendary life during the Great Crusade, and I especially liked the part about bombarding the Primarch.

To borrow Blood Raven's favorite slogan, he's really Waaaagh, a tough and domineering kid.

I also want such a legendary life, but I am very curious as to how an elder who was once so reckless could hold on for ten thousand years and endure the test of time to remain so young. He just smiled and said that he had a clear goal, which was to wait for that person to return.

The reason you feel lost is because you don't have a goal; you need to find the meaning of your life.

I asked him again who he was waiting for, and he said he had forgotten, but he remembered that the person really liked gifts, so he asked if I wanted to give him a gift.
Afterwards, I returned to the battle group with only a loincloth left, but I felt it was worth it. The elder gave me a white feather and taught me a unique combat skill of Blood Raven in exchange.

Tom is just an isolated case. Compared to these elders, I am just a young man. But I believe there is one thing in common: we all yearn for a spectacular death.

It sounds a bit unbelievable, after all, the desire to survive is the basic logic of all living things, but for a Space Marine like me who has lived for 1200 years, death is a kind of salvation.

Because of my age, my fellow warriors call me the immortal Old Ding. Even because of this legendary experience, I enjoy countless respects in other warbands, and even the High Leaders have to give me some face.

But I've had enough. As a Space Marine, I just want to die on the battlefield, not be overwhelmed by these complicated administrative affairs.

I'm not an ambitious extreme warrior, so why should I live like this?
The daily grind of work, the petty squabbles and conflicts within families, even the monastery's clogged toilets require me to ask first.

For the sake of the Holy Blood Angels, I can only silently persevere like this, but 1000 years have passed since I became the Chapter Leader.

During this period, I saw off countless comrades, experienced countless battles, and dealt with countless complicated administrative tasks. Even though my body could still handle it, I had long been tired of this kind of work.

As the aliens and the great enemies of chaos have become increasingly active over the centuries, the burden on my shoulders has grown heavier and heavier, to the point that I can hardly breathe.

Whenever the night is quiet, I think of that conversation, a goal, and the true meaning of my life.

This battle for destiny is my chance.

According to the prophecy in the scroll left by their father, in a grand final battle, two golden-haired warriors will stand between the Emperor and the darkness.

One of them, needless to say, is definitely Saint Gererino, the incarnation of the father, and the other one is definitely me.

As for why I have a full head of white hair now? Of course, it's because I'm tired, but that's not important. What's important is that I've dyed my hair blonde.

So this is my last chance; it's time to give my life a perfect ending.

The thought of retiring with honor and delivering a perfect report for posterity to admire makes me hum a little, and I feel full of energy.

This belief allowed me to better dedicate myself to my work and resolve various conflicts between the sub-groups. Even with Seth, that barbarian, I managed to shut him down by telling him he'd only been a warband leader for a few years, successfully getting those bastards to put aside their grudges.

In order to make a glorious exit, I've decided to balance work and rest a bit and indulge myself a little, have a couple of glasses of wine and get a good night's sleep to welcome my glorious retirement.

Then some random space necromancer barged into my room. He actually called me son, saying, "I am the noble son of Saint Gilles. Where did you come from, you stupid alien?"
But none of that matters. What matters is that he doesn't want me to die.

"You bastard, you deserve to die!"

An endless, raging fury surged forth, crimson flames burning wildly from his body. Driven by this powerful force originating from his bloodline, Dante, this venerable old man, actually tore through the spatial barrier, leaving the undead overlord questioning his very existence.

"how did you do it?"

"I'm too lazy to talk. Anyone who wants me to survive, I'll kill them!"

As is well known, the reason why the Fear of Death became space ghosts was not only due to internal and external conflicts, but also, and most importantly, to their fear of death.

This is the curse that runs through the lives of the Fearful Dead and the Necromancers of Space, and it is also the beginning of the War in Heaven.

Zarasusa didn't understand Dante's actions, but the powerful logic of the Necromancer's core allowed him to discern that Dante wasn't lying; he truly wanted to die.

This emotion was so intense that it created a faint entity within the sea of ​​the soul, giving Dante a certain quality that distorted reality.

Moreover, as a true ancient soldier who participated in the War of Heaven, Zarasuza was knowledgeable and saw other powers in Dante.

A can of meat sauce that looked delicious. Strangely, even though he was incapable of eating, coolant started dripping from the corner of his mouth when Zarasuza saw the can. What lay beyond the meat sauce was more terrifying. First and foremost was a kobold-headed creature, which Zarasuza recognized as similar to the Eldar gods created by the Ancient Ones, but stronger and more diverse.

He recognized the appearance; back when he was still a fearsome, he, Tarasin, Anlakel, Aurikan, and that damned Szalak were classmates and known as the Four Heavenly Kings of the Noble Military Academy.

After graduation, they went their separate ways. Szalak inherited his family fortune and pursued the throne of the Silent King, Anlakel had a sudden urge to see the outside world, and Aurikan became an astrologer, but unfortunately, he developed a tumor in his brain.

In order to cure Aurikan's illness, he and the thief Tarasin went around archaeological sites and saw the ruins of the Dog People's Dynasty. There was a huge dog in the murals, just like this thing, and it was wearing a red scarf.

The only difference is that the giant dog in the mural has two small dogs on its shoulders, while this giant dog doesn't.

But none of that matters. What matters is another strange thing, a huge, pitch-black ball of light.

Although it was just an illusion, Zarasuza felt a strange sense of fear. He even felt that the ball of light was staring at him. It was like seeing a star god. In his fright, Zarasuza slapped Dante to the ground.

Seeing Dante staring at him in disbelief, Zarasusa managed to regain some face:
"Living metal, kid!"

"Can you speak properly now? I watched you grow up. When you were selling salt, I even sent someone to deliver a truckload of salt to you."

Dante had seen all sorts of storms, but this was a scene he had never witnessed before. Even with the Space Marine's powerful reflexes, he was stunned for a full second.

"Wait, I remember now. So that's where that truckload of salt came from. It was you, you bastard."

A huge chunk of salt fell from the sky and smashed my house to pieces. Everyone said I was cursed and forced me to leave my hometown. It turns out it was all your doing.

"No! You said you've been observing me since I was little, and you've been spying on me! This is my home!"

As the overlord of the undead, Zarasuza is not one of those mindless undead minions. Although her mech was not forged by the Star God like Szalak's, it is still the highest-spec undead in space.

The more powerful the necromancer overlord, the more elaborate its logic array; simply put, it is more like a living being and more abstract.

Just like Tarasin's fondness for keeping things safe for others, Zarasuza was also an anomaly. He didn't care about the so-called future of his race and was a model of someone who just wanted to live a life of leisure. Apart from being extremely concerned about his image, his only hobby was peeping.

"Shut up, don't insult my noble hobbies. Besides, this star field is my fiefdom. You've occupied my territory. I've already shown you great leniency by allowing you to thrive here."

You are the ones who have come!
One more thing: you must address me as "Zarasuza," the one whose name cannot be called directly!

“Okay, Zarasuza.”

"It is not someone who can be addressed by his given name—Zarasuza!"

Dante now confirms that this space necromancer is an old madman, whom he can neither defeat nor escape, and is now in dire straits.

Fortunately, Dante was a wise old man. Since he couldn't resist, he could only accept it and hope that the Emperor would protect him. He was not colluding with the aliens, but just stalling for time.

In this strange atmosphere, Dante quickly got into the zone and began negotiating with Zarasusa, a man whose name he could not address directly.

When Dante heard that Zarasuza was willing to send troops to protect Baal, he always felt that it was a trap. What he didn't know was that Zarasuza didn't look at him, but at the dark flames that had somehow spread there.

It was absolutely terrifying. Just because I glanced at it, that horrifying ghost crawled over along the internet cable. It was even more terrifying than a star god.

Soon, a human and a space necromancer, two creatures that seemed to have nothing in common, formed an alliance.

Dante felt like he wasn't fully awake, but that was the truth. The Blood Angels inexplicably gained an ally, but he soon realized he'd been tricked because Zarasusa's so-called reinforcements weren't many; including him, there were only 8000 troops.

"Didn't you say you were the overlord of the undead? Where are your soldiers?"

"Nonsense! If the French emperors ahead of me hadn't been assassinated, would I have become the overlord? Otherwise, why would I cooperate with you? It's because I can't beat those dead bugs."

Meanwhile, after the spatial blockade was lifted, a message suddenly arrived for Dante:
“The Dark Angel and Atlas have come to our aid, and the two Primarchs are waiting outside the monastery.”

"..."

Dante didn't know what Atlas was, but he knew about the Dark Angels and that the Primarch of the Dark Angels was the Lion King. So what was he doing now?

Alien collusion!

"It's over!"

Looking at the tightly closed monastery gates in front of him, the Lion King was a little dissatisfied. "I, the Primarch, have arrived, and you are refusing me entry? Are you not giving me any face?"

Mordred, however, was far less reserved, kicking open the door in front of him with a single blow:
"No, it smells like an alien! This is a trap, retreat!"

(End of this chapter)