Warhammer: I don’t want to become an evil god!!

The previously collapsed Tyranids have recovered and launched a new attack on the Star Speaker Relay Station.

49 offensives.

Hajin put on his helmet and silently counted.

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Angel Castle on Baal's main planet,

The magnificent cathedral.

The children of angels painted their armor black.

The survivors from each battle group were prepared to sacrifice themselves.

When the Great Rift opened, the Tyranid swarm collapsed, and the Hive Will was torn apart by the warp storm.

The unorganized Tyranids once became targets of slaughter by the Space Marines.

They drove the enemy out of Angel Castle through a series of battles.

Reorganize the troops and take control of key defensive positions.

However, their lucky days were short-lived, and the will of the hive once again took control of the swarm.

They launched an even fiercer attack, determined to completely overrun the entire city of Baal.

boom! boom! boom!

The cannons of Angel Castle were still bombarding the swarm of insects, and the huge tremors and explosions reached the church.

Before the statue of Saint Gilles in the church, Dante, the chapter master of the Angels of the Holy Blood, kneels on one knee, confessing to the father of genes.

This battle will be the swan song of the descendants of Saint Gilles.

The various battle groups that participated in this battle will never be able to recover.

Tears streamed down Dante's face as he grieved for the destruction of the Primarch's legacy in his own hands.

When the penitential ritual ended, Dante stood up.

O'Damail, the pastor, came over.

“My master, everyone has assembled as you commanded.”

"Where is the Death Company?" Dante stood up, his face filled with grief.

O'Damail nodded solemnly. "They are ready. The guards of the Lost Tower are ready to open the gates to the tower at any time."

“I must remind you once again that this command cannot be stopped. Once those cursed warriors are released, they will be engulfed in eternal rage until they burn out their lives.”

"I know." Dante stepped out of the church.

A large number of Space Marines clad in black armor had already gathered outside.

Baal's last defenders knelt upon their weapons, singing in unison, "The Death of Blood."

They were prepared to give their lives in their final service to their Primarch and Emperor.

Dante joined their chorus and addressed them after the song ended.

"Terren is recovering. It was severely damaged and shattered when the Great Rift opened. But with the passage of time, it has become powerful once again."

"Soon, they will become a whole again, and then we will face utter defeat."

"I have not received any news of reinforcements arriving, which means we are isolated and helpless and can only rely on ourselves."

"Ten thousand years ago, our Primarch was the first to die. In order to win the victory, he accepted his own death and faced the invincible enemy instead of hiding in the fortress and becoming a shameful coward."

"And today, it's our turn. We still have a chance to fight. If we can kill the leader of the swarm, we can deliver a fatal blow to Tyrannosaurus and save the world outside of Baal."

Dante removed his mask, revealing his aged face.

"Now, let us unleash our red hunger one last time and fight with the same fury as our Primarchs."

"For the Emperor, for Saint Gilles, let us seek our destined death, let our rage burn on the corpses of our enemies, until we destroy them, or destroy ourselves."

"For the Emperor! For Saint Gilles!" shouted the warriors in black armor, responding to Dante's call.

Dante nodded. "Then let us go into battle, Priest O'Damail. Have the guards of the Lost Tower open its gates, and let all the children of the angels go with us."

O'Damail nodded and contacted the guards of the Lost Tower.

Then, a solemn and resounding bell rang out, guiding the lost offspring of the angels and leading their will and souls back to the real world.

With the help of the priests and clerics, the crazed warriors were awakened and began to howl.

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

The desperate cries have echoed for ten thousand years.

This was said aboard the Soul of Vengeance.

It has been repeated countless times and passed down to the present day in Baal.

Unfortunately, there will never be an answer.

The devices binding the warriors activated, and they roared as they charged out of the Lost Tower and towards the Tyranid swarm outside Angel's Keep.

Dante, having removed his angel mask, listened to the howls of his blood brothers, consumed by black rage, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He raised the battle axe of the dead and shouted,

"Sons of angels, advance!"

"For Saint Gilles, for the Emperor, for the destined death."

The warriors in black armor shouted and charged together.

The final test has arrived.

The sons of Saint Gilles will face their own final battle.

Meanwhile, in the communications room of Angel Castle.

The working machine trembled as it received a faint signal from Bastian II.

The meditation system works by receiving information and translating it.

Click! Click!

The printing device kept making noise as it printed out the received message.

The mechanical priest in charge of maintaining it walked over and picked up the paper with the information printed on it for reading and translation.

+++Reinforcements for Baal are arriving soon, please hold your ground and await reinforcements+++

PS: Today's update is only 9,000 words, which is too decadent, but I didn't go out to play or anything, I just couldn't write.

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.