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The light shone on the angel statue in the hall, casting a faint halo on the statue.

All eyes were attracted by the light, by the pure white feathers held by Phosphophyllite in both hands.

"..."

Moore opened his mouth, and there was a ho-ho sound in his throat. He felt suffocated as if someone had strangled his throat. A sense of guilt and guilt welling up from the bottom of his heart made him dare not look at the feather again, but The warmth and light escaping from the feather attracted him again, making him look back uncontrollably...

The vermilion angels half-kneeled on the ground, bowing their heads to the feather.Every soldier of the Vermilion Angels seems to have heard the voice of their original body, as if they have seen the handsome face of the archangel, which makes them feel very handsome but feel guilty, as if the sinners dare not look up. The leader looked at the fiery sun.

"...the vermilion angel begs for your forgiveness, Lord Sanguinius."

Moore carefully took the Sanguinius feather from Phosphophyllite. He knelt down and pressed the feather to his forehead. Two lines of hot tears flowed from the scar on his face and shattered into pieces on the ground .

"I confess to you, Father, that we killed those who were supposed to be protected, because of our cowardice, threatening our brothers with the secret of our blood, only because of our cowardice... how cowardly we were, that we would sacrifice and sin as inevitable, and even shamelessly dubbed it 'regret'."

"Please forgive us, Lord Sanguinius, no matter what the punishment is, the Vermilion Angel will sincerely carry it out."

"Okay, okay," Amit snatched the feather from Moore's hand expressionlessly, put it in Phosphophyllite's hand, and said after ignoring the expression of the leader of the Vermilion Angel Chapter who wanted to kill:

"If I hadn't forgiven you, Lord Sanguinius wouldn't have sent me here... Prepare to start your redemption expedition after the Battle of Baal."

"...Who the hell are you? Why is the archangel's feather on your hand?"

Moore got up and looked at Amit's face, he was eager to hear the rational answer that kept denying.

"I'm the commander of the Fifth Great Company of the Blood Angels Legion. You can call me Nasir Amit."

Amit replied like this, and resisted the thought of punching the junior in front of him.

Chapter 748 Chapter 550 Eight Final Preparations

Infinity War bridge.

Rorschach put the action briefing handed in by Amit aside, picked up the teacup and took a sip of the warm black tea.He frowned, and looked at the reconnaissance report of the galaxies around Baal by the scout ships sent out earlier... The dense dark purple was soaked in those galaxies, and hundreds of swarm fleets of different sizes surrounded Baal like gradually shrinking sharp claws.

The only golden regions that can still maintain a large area that symbolizes the empire are the Barr galaxy, the Hades galaxy, and the galaxy where the giant stargate is located, and the surroundings of this galaxy are gradually falling, or information about the activities of the Genestealer sect appears.

The reaction of the empire was not slow. After all, everyone knew the importance of an Astartes mother group, but nearly [-] Astartes gathered in one galaxy, and hundreds of millions of Star Guards joined the siege and battle. In the battle to block the swarm fleet—

This is already the limit that the high lords on Terra can bear.

Not since the end of the Heresy have so many Astartes been gathered together, even if they were placed under the command of the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels Chapter.And after the hive mind continues to exert influence on the entire star field, and the huge shadows block the observation of the subspace by those astropaths and navigators, the support that the empire can provide to the blood angels can only be limited to this.

"The blood god's demon army is also a huge threat...I'm tired."

Rorschach put down his teacup and began to think carefully about how to deal with the current situation.He originally planned to establish a defense line in the galaxies outside Baal, but judging from the rapid offensive and numbers of the Tyranid swarm, he might be pushed down by a wave before ACU could establish an advantage on the planet's surface.

Although protracted warfare is the strength of the ACU, it also takes time. Moreover, the Tyranid swarms are extremely flexible in tactics. They can even directly adjust the hatchery on the battlefield, and directly specialize for enemy vehicles and personnel. counter!

For some reason, Rorschach suddenly began to look forward to what would happen after the Tyranid swarm collided with those Seraphim. (Seraphim is the most pointed alien race, and its main performance is that a reconnaissance squadron directly blasted the most pointed three races in two months)

If it is impossible to establish a defense line on the outside, then it can only establish a defense in the Baal galaxy, but in the process, it will encounter the attack of the Blood God Demon Army... For this, Rorschach can only place his hope on the Holy Blood Angels. I hope that they can resist the temptation of depravity and temporarily cut off their desire for blood and killing just like they did thousands of years ago.

How to allocate fleet power is also a problem. If the number of warships is small, they will be swallowed up, and it is very likely that they will not be able to achieve the goal of the campaign. If there are too many warships allocated, the defense lines in other areas will be weakened.Thinking of this, Rorschach's forehead felt a sudden pain. This kind of thing should be thrown to Dawn, who is very familiar... Wait, it seems that it can be thrown to Perturabo!

Rorschach immediately edited a message, and sent a letter to the United Headquarters in another universe through the communication array based on the quantum gate, requesting that in the next quantum teleportation support, the person who tried to reproduce his imagined city on New Olympia Mr. Unhappy came over.

Roshadon who sent this message felt refreshed, and to a certain extent understood the thoughts and feelings of the Emperor and Horus at that time...

"However, do you really want to go to a specific place now..." Rorschach reached out and clicked on the data terminal a few times, calling out all kinds of armored vehicles and power armor and other equipment that are currently stored in the industrial mothership , it is not easy to feed those Astartes who have not been rich for a long time, not to mention that there are at least tens of thousands of Astartes piled up in Baal now, "although it is only less than a month if it is full. "

Just when Rorschach was hesitating whether to carry out trial production of armored units in advance, Jurha's commander walked up to him, leaned over and said in a low voice:

"Lord Rorschach, Mr. Amit and Mr. Seth have led the chapter leader of the Vermilion Angel."

"Huh? I don't remember any plans to meet?"

Rorschach raised his eyebrows. He didn't really want to get involved in the affairs of the Astartes Legion, just like he would never get involved in the affairs of the Primarchs. On the other hand, Rorschach I am extremely disgusted with the behavior of the scarlet angel.

Of course, there must be some etiquette on the face.

"Bring them in," Rorschau nodded to Commander Julha, who quickly ushered the Chapter Masters Astartes into the bridge.

Although Amit and Seth are familiar with the Infinity War aircraft carrier, and can turn a blind eye to the strange things inside, in the eyes of Kurdus Moore, the chapter leader of the Vermilion Angels Chapter, this is a bit It was beyond his heart's capacity——

Especially the golden armored guards standing on the left and right sides outside the gate of the bridge. Moore's heart sank when he saw the golden armor. There was always a feeling that some little secrets that were not very "loyal" had been seen.

After walking into the bridge with some apprehension, Moore saw the one-winged angel. Before coming here, Amit and Seth had already talked about this fleet and Rorschach, and he knew that The fact that Sanguinius had returned... a fact that he felt desperate in a way.

After entering the bridge, what caught the eyes of Captain Moore was a huge hall. Several projection screens were suspended above the hall, and various production data were constantly refreshed on it. Correspondent Yurha went about his work in silence.

Moore's eyes swept from the left and right sides, only what he could see, there were at least ten imperial guards standing as sentries in the entire hall, this alone was enough to make Moore hug the person in front of him With enough respect.

"Hello, Captain Moore," Rorschach got up from the captain's seat and faced Moore. Immediately, he nodded to Amit and Seth, and said with a little smile:

"Although I have read some information about the empire from various sources, I think it would be better to get a personal introduction from the Sons of Holy Blood."

"understood."

Seth nodded, he stretched his hand over Moore's shoulder, and said expressionlessly:

"This is the Chapter Master of the Scarlet Angels Chapter who was exiled by the Mother Blood Angels, messed around on his own planet, and laughed at our Scarlet Angels Chapter when we passed by."

Moore took a deep breath, turned his head slightly with a soft smile, and growled in Seth's ear:

"I'll see you later in the fighting cage."

Seth returned a scheming smile.

Seeing this scene, Rorschach rolled his eyes, turned his head to look at Amit, only to find that the latter looked deeply convinced...

What happened to you all down there Hey Amit your report didn't say that!

Chapter 749 Chapter 550 Chapter IX Dante's Dilemma?

"I see, Mephiston, I need you and your think tanks to come up with a solution."

Dante, the Lord of the Blood Angels, but this warrior who has fought for the empire for more than ten centuries is now shrouded in fatigue and worry. He just heard the bad news from the chief think tank——

The Angelic Calamity is waiting for the fall of the Blood Angels in that treacherous world.

"I can't promise you anything, my lord," Mephiston said with the same exhaustion and worry as Dante, "but we will do our best to protect our brother in the bloody darkness."

"Then do what you should do...I'm busy right now."

Dante waved his hand and signaled Mephiston to leave. As he said, as the head of the mother regiment who issued the summoning order this time, he has many people who need to be summoned, and there are many things that require his approval.

"There are many fighters waiting to meet me...they should be treated with courtesy, at least in return for the sacrifice of their lives."

"I understand, my lord."

After Mephiston's back disappeared into the hall, Dante let out a weak sigh, but this sigh quietly disappeared behind Sanguinius' angry face mask.It was only when he put on the mask and the armor that Dante felt that he was a warrior, an Astartes, and not an octogenarian with shriveled skin and white beard and hair.

This is the throne hall of the Blood Angels, which occupies the entire spiers of the Angel Tower.Decorated buttresses slope in from the bas-relief walls and support the stained-glass dome.Statues symbolizing the virtues of angels and warriors stand in the hall, and in the middle of the statues is a throne.

"Who's the next guest?"

Dante asked. He was sitting on the throne, his eyes fixed on the door at the end of the hall. The thick alloy door depicted a symmetrical statue of an angel, with a long sword pointing down, as if to pierce everything in front of him.

no respond.

Dante frowned slightly, and he repeated again:

"Who's the next guest?"

"A Winged Angel and a Flesh Ripper."

A soft voice rang in Dante's ear, making his eyes slightly wide open.

The light was refracted by the stained glass, covering the entire hall with hazy light and shadow. Accompanied by the sound of the tide coming in and retreating, an angel with pure white wings appeared beside the throne. He bent down and whispered in the ear of his heir. said:

"I am back."

Dante tried to get up, but his shoulders were crushed by Sanguinius' hand, and the unstoppable force forced Dante to sit down again.After his chest heaved a few times, Dante reached out and took off his mask, revealing the face tortured by time and battle. The once handsome face has long since disappeared, only responsibility and anger are still wandering on that face .But now, Dante's face is full of emotion and joy, and it seems to be lonely when he sees the flame is about to go out:

"really?"

"It's true, Louis, I'm back, we're all back...whether it's Dorn or Rorschach, we're all back."

"...you should have called my angelic name," Dante muttered under his breath, but then he relaxed on the back of the throne, letting the shadow of Sanguinius loom over him:

"When we were strongest and weakest, you came back... When will you arrive? What kind of welcome ceremony do we need to prepare? There are still flags from the Legion period in the underground treasury in the monastery. You will definitely want to see it Arrived..."

"Listen to me, Louis."

"Ah, yes, you will definitely like the wine produced in Balben. We grow a lot in the monastery, and the taste is very good. There are also fresh and tender animal meat in the nearby galaxy. The Blood Angels often use these things..."

"Dante," Sanguinius gently called out his heir's name, "listen to me."

"I will not come to Baal, Rorschach will help you fight against the Great Devourer, but you must fight against the blood god's army alone, this time many soldiers will die, and many people will be lost and fallen," Sanguinius said lightly Said quietly, but there was a little tremor in that voice, "Even so, I will not come to Baal... I will go to Terra, where my destiny is."

"..."

Dante stopped talking, tears accumulated in his eyes, and dripped down along the traces scratched by time, dripping on the golden armor.

"Did we do something wrong? That you didn't want to come in person?"

"The Empire needs me," said Sanguinius, stepping back so that his shadow could no longer cover Dante's body, "don't think about it or blame yourself, you did nothing wrong."

The pure white wings trembled slightly, and a pure white feather fell into Dante's hand. This feather emitted a little starlight. When Dante put his palm on the feather, he felt a warm current spread from his palm until Wrap your whole body in warmth.

Sanguinius saw Dante's silence, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth:

"This is a gift I gave you, and the timing to use it is up to you...and I can't foresee what will happen after it's over."

"……I will."

Dante held the feather to his chest, and in the next second, the feather turned into light chips and seeped into the old body.

The phantom disappeared, and the whole hall returned to what it was just now. The blood slaves wrapped in turbans stood motionless in the recess between the windows, holding carving tools and portraits of their master's weapons in their hands.The strong incense was lit as usual, giving people a strange sense of drowsiness.

"Who's the next guest?"

Dante heard himself say the words.

"It's Gabriel Seth, Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers Chapter, and Kurdus Mor, Chapter Master of the Vermilion Angels Chapter... Wait a minute, my lord, they have asked to arrange a secret meeting."

After hearing the attendant's response, Dante took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Let them in."

At the same time, the Glorious Queen-class battleship Baal's Glory, the flagship of Sanguinius.

Sanguinius, who was sitting on the throne, opened his eyes. After he sighed slightly, he raised his eyebrows and said to Alpharius who was standing on the side:

"I really envy you who don't need to worry about anything."

"You can't say that, brother," the head of the hydra showed a false smile, "my half body is still struggling for the fate of mankind in another universe, and I have to worry about him coming back at any time, like using a chain Saw off my head like a tree."

"You're joking again, Alpharius."

"No, I never tell jokes, oh, guess if I'm telling the truth or a lie?"

After receiving a blank stare from Sanguinius, Alpharius looked down at the data terminal in his hand with a smile. The terminal displayed the next destination of the fleet:

Tyra.

Chapter 750 Chapter 560 Meeting and Meeting

This is the first time Kurdus Moore, the leader of the Vermilion Angels, came to this place. Even though Seth was next to him, he still felt a bit unnatural and restrained... The man in gold armor in front of him The Astartes were Chapter Masters of the Blood Angels Chapter when he was still a recruit!

"Dante... Lord of Baal."

Moore said in a low voice, he half knelt down in front of Dante and lowered his head.

"I remember that you have been exiled," Dante said lightly, his eyes were on Moore, wearing the mask of Sanguinius on his face, which gave Moore an invisible pressure, "I remember I once said that I will not allow you to set foot on Barr again."

"Yes, I know, but starting today, the Vermilion Angel will no longer perform the 'Repentance Ritual'," Moore raised his head, looked at the mask, and his words became more firm, "After the battle of Baal, the Vermilion Angel In the name of the Primarch, we will embark on an expedition of redemption to wash away the shame and sins on us."

"..."

Moore saw Dante's chest rising and falling, which made him feel a little more uneasy, but in the next second, Moore heard Dante's voice:

"Get up, Captain Mor, although I have no right to pardon your sins, but I can give your soldiers the best hospitality, get up, brother! We will bleed and sacrifice together here!"

"……my pleasure."

Moore breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up and took a few steps forward. He wanted to say something, but was knocked aside by Seth next to him.The blood on the latter's face has not completely cleared, but his expression is full of inexplicable arrogance. He looked at Dante and said:

"Dante, I'm here to tell you something—"

"Oh, the Archangel is back, I know."