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

"I understand." Dante took one last look at the rebuilt world of Baal, then turned and walked toward the Blood Council's main hall.

The Blood Council Hall, located in the Blood Monastery, was destroyed by the Tyranids during the war.

Logically speaking, such a cathedral shouldn't have attracted the interest of the Great Devourer.

But it was still razed to the ground by the horde of malicious Tyranids.

The displayed artworks and souvenirs were completely destroyed by the claw-like acid.

But after the Battle of Baal, the Blood Angels rebuilt the building and added many good things.

Originally, the church at the Blood Monastery only contained sculptures of the emperor and Saint Gilles.

Now, a saint has been added to the list.

Saints and archangels stood on either side of the emperor, like angels on either side.

The Holy Bloodline descendants were very satisfied with this design.

What an honor it is to have two fathers standing beside the emperor!

Members of parliament from all directions sat around a round table in the Blood Parliament Hall.

When Dante entered, they all stood up and bowed.

"No need to be polite."

Dante reached out and pressed his hand down, indicating that they didn't need to be so polite, and then walked to the head of the table.

"There are many things to do, so there is not much time to waste on useless etiquette."

After Dante sat down, he looked around and scanned the people attending the meeting.

Several Space Marines representing different subgroups sat on one side.

After the restructuring is completed,

Many warbands then set off from Baal, rushing back to their homeworlds without stopping.

After all, their home planet is their foundation and their homeland.

They were worried that the crisis caused by the large fissure would spread, so they wanted to rush back to check.

Dante did not stop them; on the contrary, he encouraged them to do so.

Allowing them to remain in Baal will not save the dark side of the Empire.

Only by sending them back to protect their home planet and patrol the star sectors can the integrity of the Empire be maintained.

As for the remaining battle groups, they were all ship-based battle groups.

Without a homeworld or a fixed mission area, staying in Baal would actually allow them to play a greater role.

"My lord," a weak voice rang out.

Dante turned his head and looked at the person who had spoken.

He was a very young nobleman, his skin displaying the deep brown tan characteristic of a people living under the scorching sun.

His well-proportioned and strong physique appeared very small compared to Astartes.

He tried his best to maintain his aristocratic demeanor and remain calm.

“I have seen your report, Gimni Sigari. You are the governor of the Rontian system of the Imperial World, ruling over five worlds.”

Jimingni nodded. "Yes, I possess a permit issued by the Terra High Lord and am the sole descendant of the Sigari family, to which the first rulers of the Rontian system belong."

“I am very fortunate to have come to Baal, where many people have died to achieve this goal.”

Ji Mingni's voice was choked with emotion.

“Our world is threatened by gene stealers, and a massive rebellion has destroyed our peaceful lives, so I have come here hoping to receive the mercy of the Blood Angels.”

"Many worlds are under threat, and countless distress signals urgently need to be addressed." Dante's tone was calm, even somewhat cold.

These cold words caused Governor Jimingni's lips to turn bloodless, and his body to tremble.

If he fails to bring back reinforcements, the inhabitants of the Rontian system will be slaughtered by the aliens.

"Please, Lord of Holy Blood, we have run out of support from elsewhere. The Holy Blood Angels are our last hope."

The young governor's eyes glistened with tears, but he forced himself not to cry.

"I promise I will bring back reinforcements for them, so their blood will not have been shed in vain. So many people risked their lives to get me here..."

Dante's face remained unchanged; he would not soften his heart because of this.

His gaze remained calm throughout, yet carried an air of pressure.

“You really can’t get any other support; the whole galaxy is in a mess.”

"The saint and the regent appointed me, Lord of the Holy Blood Angels, Commander Dante appointed me as the Grand Regent of the Dark Side of the Empire."

"I have limited troops at my disposal, and I will only use them in places where they are more valuable."

"Now, you must answer me: Do you support reform? Are you willing to give up hereditary rule just so that your people can live better lives and the empire can become stronger?"

"I can give up my hereditary governorship and fully support the reforms, as long as it can save those innocent people." The young governor nodded.

Dante smiled. "Then the Blood Angel will wield its sword and slay the enemies of the Rontian system."

The young governor was stunned. "Are you planning to provide support to the Rontian system?"

Dante nodded. "Yes, I intend to support the Rontian system."

Upon hearing this, the young governor was so moved that he wept tears of joy, repeatedly performing the Eagle Salute, "Thank you, Lord of Holy Blood, thank you, Archangel, thank you, Emperor..."

Dante gazed at the young governor, whose eyes were bloodshot, and his tone softened.

"You and your men risked your lives, traveled thousands of miles to Baal, and gave up the right to flee like other vulgar nobles; that alone is something worthy of praise."

"Moreover, you are willing to give up power in order to save those innocent people. This alone makes you better than countless others."

"You will soon be able to go home, Your Excellency. Those enemies who have troubled you will pay the price."

After recounting this, Dante looked at the others.

"The Rontian system is just the beginning; we are about to launch a full-scale expedition to reclaim the dark side of the Empire."

"We will use our swords to tell those enemies of the empire that humanity's revenge is about to begin."

PS: Okay, the burst of energy was only temporary, and I'm feeling down again.

Chapter 211 The Manifestation of Saint Gilles

In the meeting held in the Blood Council Hall

Dante officially issued the order to wage war.

The Holy Blood Angels Chapter will launch a Dark Side Expedition to wipe out the Empire's enemies until peace is restored to the Dark Side.

Of course, logistics is key to supporting such a large-scale war.

As the saying goes, "An army marches on its stomach."

Launching a large-scale campaign without sufficient war resources would undoubtedly hasten the collapse of the empire's underbelly.

After the Great Rift unfolded, a warp storm raged.

Many casting and agricultural worlds have lost contact with Baal.

They were unable to provide Baal with weapons, ammunition, food, and other supplies for his Dark Side expedition.

At present, the only sector capable of meeting the logistical needs of the Dark Side Expedition is the Calissis Sector, which has undergone reforms and experienced a surge in productivity.

To resolve logistical issues, Dante personally spoke with the sector governor, Feng.

The two sides held discussions for more than three hours and reached a cooperation agreement.

Feng promised to provide ample logistical supplies for this dark expedition.

Feng also made Dante make a guarantee.

To assist the officials dispatched by the Calissis Star District government.

To promote reforms in those reclaimed parts of the world.

After the meeting, Dante went to the Sanctuary of the Thinkers, located beneath Castel Sant'Angelo.

The warden, dressed in a black cloak, stood at the dark entrance.

The flickering firelight from the brazier on the wall stretched their shadows.

Standing in the darkness, they saluted the warband commander.

After Dante returned the greeting, he stepped inside.

The underground tunnels leading to the think tank temple are like a maze, winding and endless.

The walls of the corridor are made of obsidian, which is formed from cooled lava. They are very smooth and can faintly reflect the firelight from the braziers on the walls.

Dante walked up to a huge door.

Several blood slaves, clad in crimson armor and wielding powered spears, guarded the two sides of the door.

Their eyes shone with a psychic glow in the dim light.

As servants of the Think Tank Temple, these blood slaves also possess psychic powers.

"Lord of the Holy Blood".

"Lord of the Holy Blood".

After the two blood slaves examined Dante's biomarker, they bowed to him and then opened the door to let him in.

As you walk in, you'll see towering columns, their surfaces adorned with carvings of angels and demons, supporting the dome of this underground space.

Rows of mechanical devices are neatly arranged along the cave wall, with thick pipelines weaving between the machines to provide them with energy.

In the center stands a magnificent angel sculpture.

The angel sculpture rests its right hand lightly on the rounded pommel of a greatsword made of stone.

His left hand reached forward, and a blazing ball of light, burning with intense flames, floated in his broad palm.

If there were any players here, they would definitely be screaming.

Because that scorching ball of light wasn't some kind of plasma reactor, but a real star.

During the Great Crusade, the Emperor used his immense power to bind this star with pure force, compressing it into a burning fireball.

But its quality has not changed.

Once freed from its constraints, it will rise into the sky and become a true star.

This is also the Holy Blood Angel's strongest trump card.

Dante had considered the possibility that if Baal's world failed to hold off Tyren, leading to a complete collapse,

Then he will unleash this trump card.

At that time, both Baal's people and the Tyranids will be completely reduced to ashes by the star's high temperature.

Dante could not imagine what kind of power would be needed to bind a star and make it his possession.

The emperor did just that, and even presented the star as a gift to his son, Saint Gilles.

Inside the temple were several blood angels and members of the Mechanicus dressed in scarlet robes.

Hearing footsteps, Russell, a think tank member, turned around.

When he saw Dante, a look of surprise crossed his face.

"Commander."

Dante nodded and asked, "How is Mephisto?"

"He has crossed the original casting boundary, but his vital signs continue to decline."

Lacelles moved to the side.

Make way for Dante.

Dante walked over and saw a huge iron coffin. The chief think tank member lay inside, submerged in nutrient solution.

Numerous data cables were connected to various parts of his body.