supreme commander's bizarre adventure

"Don't care about the little details, people who look like me... well, probably not, but you don't need to care anyway." Sanguinius shrugged, "You need to take more responsibility, Louis."

"My angelic name is Dante."

"Oh?" Sanguinius raised his eyebrows. He bent down and put his face in front of Dante. "You haven't completed the transformation yet, and you're not an angel yet."

Dante swallowed the second half of his sentence, seeing the helplessness on his face, Sanguinius chuckled... After all, in the days to come, Aspen, the longest-lived man in the empire in front of him, Tate will gradually lose his smile in the future. Roaring and fearlessness will become the eternal marks on his face, while sorrow and anxiety will turn into the sharpest blades and pierce his flesh and blood, and accompany Bayer II with the passage of time. Louis is growing old.

After flirting with his best future heir for a while, Sanguinius, who sent his spirit and will to the imperial universe through the quantum gate, gradually turned into golden light particles and dissipated. Although he maintained a daily connection in the prison galaxy The Imperial Universe, but the number of successes is not many, and the time it can stay is not long. Every time a connection is established, the time of the Imperial Universe will also leap.

But fortunately, the time is prolonging, and each successful transmission will give the receiving device a lot of information, and with the help of this information, Rorschach can make the quantum gate capture more accurate coordinates, narrow the coverage of Nagar's power as much as possible, and obtain Better hedging effect.

"Are you... are you leaving?"

Dante suddenly felt a little bit reluctant. He didn't know if he could see the angel in front of him again next time. Facing this heir who was still a boy in front of him, Sanguinius just let out a chuckle and didn't make any response.

"..."

After Sanguinius disappeared, the sudden feeling of falling made Dante subconsciously let out a scream. He felt that he was crawling out of a damaged life-support capsule, and found himself in a barren world with a young heart. It was full of panic and fear, and the pair of wings on its back kept twisting... The next second, the world in front of him changed again.

Dante felt that he was fighting some giant beast. After beheading the giant beast's head, the people around shouted his name——

Sanguinius!

The memory of the Primarch flowed in the blood of the Primarch, and this huge torrent of memory almost overwhelmed Dante's will, but fortunately he persisted and continued to walk forward.

The picture continued to change. This time, Dante saw the golden figure, the saint who is now trapped on the golden throne, but at this time he was traveling through the entire galaxy with a huge fleet, looking for his own soul. offspring.

Then came the Great Crusade, brothers who were found one by one, battles that were either easy or difficult... But more and darker memories also flooded into Dante's mind.

It was in the Signus galaxy. The pain and anger caused by the betrayal of his most trusted brother entangled Dante. Even the moment he saw the devil and fought with it, he knew what kind of existence it was!Anger and sadness filled the archangel, and also filled Dante's chest, mixing all emotions and memories, and finally turning them into bitter echoes.

However, he couldn't tell all of this to someone, just because he was an archangel, the most perfect and favored one among the emperor's children, and because that person had already stood on the opposite side of the empire and the emperor , betrayed their past and glory.

And what the archangel dared not tell anyone was that from the first day of consciousness, the mad desire to kill and rage echoed on the edge of his will. Whenever he looked at his brother Angron, he was worried about himself. It will become like that in the future... and I worry that one day my offspring will become irrational beasts, fallen angels addicted to blood.

During this process, the memories of Dante and Sanguinius gradually overlapped. His insignificant existence was even shattered in a certain moment, and then reassembled in the next second. In countless nightmares, Dante felt despair ,However--

Hope remains.

The memory passed down by the archangel is broken, and it is every thought that is deeply imprinted in the soul. If the previous memory is gray and hazy, then after being crowned as regent in Macragge, Sanguinius The memory has become a lot brighter.

Among the crowds at the coronation ceremony, Dante saw a man with silver hair standing in the crowd with a smile. When the archangel's eyes moved to him, the man gradually retreated and disappeared... Dante knew his name , His name is Rorschach, the supreme lord of the empire, a saint of the state religion, and an angel with one wing.

The first half of Sanguinius' life was shrouded in despair and gloom, but in the second half, the time until the end of memory, Sanguinius found hope.

"So he is Sanguinius."

This was Dante's last thought before he lost consciousness. Then, a sea of ​​warm blood swallowed him, and darkness surged up from around him, covering his sight and throwing him into the abyss.

Both hearts started beating at the same time, and Louis of Bayer II completely ceased to exist.

Dante struggled and sat up from the coffin. He panted heavily, tore off the cables connected to his body, and looked around with a little horror... He is now in a slightly dim hall, surrounded by All the busy angels and machine servants pulled the screaming and strong warriors out of their coffins and brought them into the world.

"Are you all right, Brother Dante? Can you hear me?"

"I am... I am Louis..." Dante shook his head, throwing those chaotic thoughts out of his mind, but after hearing his words, the voice said with a hint of a smile:

"You are Dante now, our brother... Come on, grab my hand, you who have just completed the transformation still need a little time to adapt to your body."

Dante held out his hand to the Blood Angels recruiting priest Malafae he had seen, and he was surprised to find that his hand was almost as big as the apothecary's.

"What happened to me?"

"You have been reshaped by the Holy Blood, the Holy DNA from the Archangel Sanguinius, and are eligible to be our Brothers."

"Am I an angel?"

"almost."

Chapter 650 Chapter 460 Dante ([-])

The young Space Marines who survived the remodeling surgery soon had their first lessons:

art.

Dante carefully looked at the person in front of him. This person looked like a machine servant. His left arm, left shoulder and half of his face were replaced by machines, even his legs were the same.Although the decorations on this person's body are very delicate, these mechanical parts can clearly see the traces of the years, which caused their owner to walk crookedly, looking like a clown or as I said just now, like a servitor .

"I am Brother Kafir, your art teacher," said the man, and he walked in some, carefully studying the young warriors.

"Hey, we're here to be fighters," someone said, making the young fighters laugh. "We're going to kill the enemy with these paintbrushes?"

Brother Kafiel didn't laugh. He limped up to the man and knocked him down with a punch. The movement was so fast that even the young warriors who had completed the transformation couldn't see it clearly. Afterwards, the monk said sharply:

"I have served the warband for 600 years, and 90 years ago, I was crippled in battle and became unfit for combat, but even with only half of my body left, my fighting skills are better than yours. Young people are much stronger, now, let's start the lessons."

"I will give you the Five Virtues of the Angels to control the hunger we call Red and try to avoid its more terrifying twin named Black Rage...you will learn more about them , but for now, the five virtues I would like to tell you about are focus, humility, kindness, self-control and last but not least, tolerance."

"You must live in beauty as Sanguinius commanded, use art and beauty to restrain the wildness in your heart, pick up your paintbrush, and in the next few years, you will always deal with it."

Dante sat down like the others, picked up his paintbrush, and began to systematically learn painting skills little by little following Brother Kaffir's explanation. This kind of life lasted for about a few years, and of course they also Not just limited to painting, such as sculpture or writing are quite dabbled.

A year later, Dante once again sat in a familiar position and began to paint, but this time, he seemed a little hesitant...Dante had seen the murals hanging in the fortress, as well as many sculptures, but they were all the same as before. The angel I have seen is not similar, but more like a fake made by later generations based on their imagination.

After pondering for a while, Dante began to paint. He first drew a thin boy collapsed on the hot sand, and in front of the boy was a warrior wearing golden armor, and a taller one with pure white wings Archangel.

Dante was immersed in painting, but at this moment, a broad palm grasped his right hand, and the familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded again, right next to his ear:

"You're going to use your wrist a lot, and use the paintbrush as if it were your finger...Look, it's like this."

Dante's eyes widened, and he turned around to look, only to find that it was Brother Kafir who had come behind him, and the sound and touch had long since disappeared...

"What are you drawing?"

There was a tremor in Brother Kaffier's voice. Dante had never seen Brother Kaffier's expression that seemed to be about to cry. The latter stretched out his still flesh and blood palm to lightly touch the big painting Angel, touch those pure white wings.

"Sanguinius..." Brother Kaffir murmured, he felt a trace of familiarity from this painting, as if the archangel that existed in his memory really came here and drew this painting painting!And when he moved his gaze down and saw the golden armored warrior Sanguinor, the expression on his face became anxious again:

"Where did you see this?!"

"What?" Dante was frightened by Brother Kafir's ferocious face, he stammered:

"Before I became an angel, before I came to the town where the angels descended... in the desert of Baal II."

"...Come with me," Brother Kafir didn't say anything more, he let Dante go first, and he carefully put away the scroll, not even daring to let it have a single wrinkle.

Dante was taken away by the servants in a daze. He anxiously asked these people where he would be taken, until one of them opened his mouth to Dante uncomfortably, and pointed to his Dante stopped his inquiry only after a piece of his tongue was left.

Ten minutes later, Dante stood on the top floor of the hermit fortress, where he could see Baal's two satellites and his hometown through the thick void shield.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

That ghost, that shadow, that angel appeared beside Dante again, and he looked at the sky with him.

"Purple Sandalwood Star and Auspicious Star, these were the names of the two moons of Baal, where people settled in the golden age, but now these names and the past are buried in the yellow sand and radiation, and they are no longer as good as they used to be," said Senge Les stared at the sky, he felt the uneasiness in the hearts of the heirs around him, so he comforted:

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

"I'm just worried they'll throw me out," Dante muttered. "Are you really Sanguinius? They say you're dead."

"Of course I am, and I'm alive and well."

After hearing this sentence, Dante's body trembled. He felt that if Brother Kaffir or Priest Malafah heard it, he would doubt whether he had been deceived by the enemy, but in fact Dante himself had this kind of thought... Although this kind of thought disappeared as soon as Dante's eyes met Sanguinius's handsome and divine face.

"Can I tell you? About meeting you?" Dante asked cautiously.

"Of course," Sanguinius smiled, "that's my purpose."

Dante fell silent, and just as he was about to say something more, Malafay's low and cold voice sounded behind him, which forced him to turn around and meet the priest who led him into the hall.

"grown ups."

Dante got down on one knee.

"Get up, new believer Dante," said Malafay, his chest heaved, as if hesitating, or like a desperate man who saw a ray of light in the dark, the pastor looked at Dante's face , asked in a low voice:

"Who were you talking to just now?"

"What? My lord, I..."

"What did he tell you?" Malafah grabbed Dante's arm, causing Dante to feel the pain that his arm was about to break. "What did he say to you?!"

"He said...he's still alive!"

Behind Dante, the phantom of Sanguinius smiled and watched what happened in front of him.

Chapter 651 Chapter 460 Dante ([-])

During this period of time, Sanguinius has conducted thousands of delivery experiments, and the number of successes can be counted on one hand, but even so, Rorschach has successfully eliminated trillions of messages, compared to The previously defined range has been reduced by nearly half.

As long as we continue, one day we will find the coordinates of the empire universe.

After sitting upright on the throne and allowing the Jurha dolls next to him to put on their weird helmets, Sanguinius officially started the connection.

"This is Dante! Can anyone get the message?!"

Dante staggered forward with the help of his friend Lorenz who completed the transformation at the same time. The two of them were separated from the team first, fell to the bottom of the hive settlement area, and then had several encounters with the traitors who attacked the planet. After an encounter, both Dante and Lorenz were seriously wounded.

"Um..."

"Hold on, Lorenz, let's go around this path..." Dante was in a better state, at least he could still maintain a clear consciousness, "We have all officially become angels, we can't fall down here!"

"Horus...is attacking...the palace..."

"Damn it, Lorenz, for the sake of the archangel, be sober!" Dante heard his brother's murmur, and he knew that Lorenz had fallen into a black rage, if he didn't receive treatment and rest... …Dante will likely lose him.

"Hmm...Dante?"

Lorenz seemed to wake up a bit. He shook his head, allowing the blood to ooze from his mouth after staining his white teeth red. After a moment of silence, Lorenz said in a low voice:

"I heard the sound of the enemy approaching."

"Varied……"

Dante didn't speak again, turned and put Lorenz behind a pillar, so that the shadow could cover him, while Dante himself prepared the chain sword, and took Lorenz's bolter in the With his hand in his hand, he poked his head out quietly and looked outside——

Ten seconds later, a few interstellar warriors in sickly pink armor came from the other end of the passage, dragging two weeping and emaciated bottom-floor residents of the hive city. They were the rebel "Perfect Lords" from the Emperor's Children Legion Once hunted to near extinction by the loyal Emperor's Children, these loathsome traitors reappear every few hundred years.

"No—I will never betray the Emperor!"

The man struggled, he twisted his body to escape, but the Astartes, the traitors of the Lord of Perfection, laughed and wrapped their tentacles around the man's neck, piercing the spikes into the skin, just In just one breath, the man's face turned red, and finally turned into a foul-smelling, twisted paste.

Another person, a girl, screamed at the horrific scene, tears dripped from her eyes, and two clear marks were drawn on her face covered with dust and oil.

The girl trembled, took out the double-headed eagle symbol hanging around her neck, held it in her palm, and prayed desperately.

"He watched me and waited..."

"That false emperor doesn't care about a small slave," the traitors laughed wildly, they walked towards the girl, and even slowed down their speed, just to enjoy the girl's despair more.

The girl prayed desperately, but at this moment, she suddenly found that the double-headed eagle symbol in her hand was gone——

Howling wind!

The explosion of the bolt gun sounded in this passage, almost deafening the girl, and when she looked ahead, a ball of bright red flames crashed into the ranks of traitors!

There were five Masters of Perfection in total, two of them died in the sneak attack of Dante's bolter, while the remaining three held long knives, injected themselves with combat stimulants and rushed towards Dante frantically ...However, Dante charged faster than them.

Dante brandished the chainsword in his hand, he surrendered everything to instinct and anger, the saw blade kissed the breastplate of a perfect lord, leaving a deep mark on it, but the traitor failed to survive To the moment when he swung his blade at Dante.

One punch shattered the mutated helmet eyepiece of the perfect lord in front of him, Dante turned around lightly, raised the blade flatly to force back a perfect lord attacking from behind him, and the serrated teeth of the chainsword will remain The head of the perfect lord in a dizzy state!

The silver knife light flashed, and the long knife blessed by the power of subspace easily pierced Dante's armor. Enduring the pain, he kicked the Perfect Lord who stabbed him. He let out a muffled groan that he didn't know whether it was pain or excitement, and he stepped back a few steps. Just as he stood firm, Dante held the chainsaw sword in both hands and sent it into the chest of the perfect lord Astarte , Following the roar of the chainsaw, the traitor knelt on the ground and completely lost his life.

Dante coughed up a pool of blood. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the last perfect lord in front of him, but the latter had already turned into several phantoms overlapping each other in his eyes. The massive blood loss, hunger and thirst were tormenting Dante. Ding, black fury gushes out from the depths of his soul, just waiting to devour him completely!

The wild laughter and the woman's screams entangled Dante, making his mind even more dizzy, and finally... Dante felt a little thirsty.

"..."

The girl tightly covered her mouth. She watched the handsome angel take off her helmet and charge towards the traitor like a wild beast. She pierced the gap in the armor with both hands and sharp teeth, and pulled out Flesh and bones, afterward, the angel dug out the two hearts from the traitor's chest, crushed them, and let the impure blood flow on his face.

not enough.

The blood angel turned his gaze to the girl. This pure look at the prey made the girl feel unspeakable fear. She covered her mouth and moved her body backwards. In the next second, Dante turned towards the girl. pounce--

A pair of wide pure white wings suddenly appeared.

Sanguinius sent his son flying with just a light punch, hit a wall not far away, and slowly slid down to the ground from above, making a muffled sound.

Sanguinius, who had finished all this, looked at his hands in astonishment. At the moment of burning anxiety just now, the archangel crossed the blurred boundary between reality and soul, and briefly sent his physical body here.

"...It was a really good experience."

Sanguinius turned around, faced the girl with wide-eyed eyes, and put a finger on his lips: