Chapter 1069 Angel's Dark History
"Who knows? After so much, everyone has changed." Perturabo sighed, "I am no longer as resentful as before, but Dorn is still a stinky stone."
Corax smiled and did not pick up Perturabo's words. Dorn looked calm. He just thought Perturabo was a naughty boy who would never grow up. He decided to deal with Perturabo with his grandfather's patience. He even knitted a small blanket for Perturabo as a gift, but Perturabo did not realize this. He just took the gift with emotion and gave Dorn a friendly hug.
More Primarchs came with troops. Guilliman's Macragge's Glory passed through the webway, and the ships of the Ultramarines and Ultramar Guards accompanied the flagship. Various cruisers and frigates filled a corner of the galaxy. Guilliman squeezed out the resources of the 500 worlds as much as possible and quickly over the years. After he integrated 100,000 Primaris on Mars, the number of Space Marines he could command was directly approaching 200,000.
"When will this kid start a Guilliman Rebellion? Or a Guilliman Independence?" Perturabo touched his chin, "Then I will defend with Dorn and see if Guilliman can take it down."
As soon as the voice fell, the door opened. Footsteps and helpless sounds came together, Guilliman showed a stiff smile and said, "I seem to have heard something terrible."
Then Magnus and Lorgar arrived. The Thousand Sons Legion was only revived from the dust instead of rebuilt, so their scale was not much different from the Great Expedition. Lorgar's Word Bearers were originally large in size, but after the destruction of the Perfect City again, many casualties were suffered. Not to mention that the Word Bearers are rich in enchanted warriors, and these Space Marines who are closely entangled with demons were all abducted by Tzeentch.
Magnus walked into the room and Ahriman was left on the ship by him. Lorgar followed Magnus, wearing a robe, and only an icon hanging around his neck could prove that he was a believer.
The Blood Angels and the Iron Hands arrived, and their Primarchs Sanguinius and Ferrus were reborn by the God-Emperor, and the leadership of the Legion of the Damned was taken away.
The process of Sanguinius leading the Blood Angels was very bumpy. He might have been tainted by the Emperor's social phobia, and he only liked to dream the Blood Angels, rather than descend on Baal, which was in ruins and full of Zerg corpses, to lead them personally.
Baal, a desolate and water-deficient planet, was invaded by the Zerg at the climax of the Battle of Cadia, and there was no reinforcement in the Empire to help them. If the Silent King had not sent a small Dynasty fleet to support them, Baal and the Blood Angels would have been crushed in the bloody mouth of the Zerg.
Dante, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, exhausted all his energy in the bitter battle, and the scene of watching team after team of Death Companies rushing into the Zerg and being drowned was tormenting his heart. Countless political affairs and military affairs have repeatedly crushed his superhuman will. If he had not been carrying the blood of Sanguinius, he would have found a secluded place to commit suicide and seek relief.
Dante's fatigue was seen by Lin Fan. He came out to find Sanguinius and asked him why he had not claimed his cub.
The angel's eyes flickered and tried to change the subject. His struggle had no effect in front of Lin Fan. A golden light descended from the throne, and Sanguinius took on a human form. Then a slap was slapped hard on his face, and he fell into a perfect sleep. Finally, Lin Fan asked the Necrontyr to leave Sanguinius directly in Dante's stone coffin for rest.
Feeling that the coffin was full, Dante woke up from his sleep first. He was very angry. After all, he saw his father in his dream. Then he was surprised, because there were feathers emitting golden halo in the dark sarcophagus, and he was also tightly held in someone's arms. The warmth and sense of security immediately made Dante feel that all the torture he had suffered since becoming a Space Marine was worth it.
"Father? Is it you?"
Hearing Dante's trembling voice, Sanguinius felt embarrassed. Among the many scenes of reuniting with his children, this was the worst...
No, if Lin Fan hadn't slapped him, there would be no such reunion scene at all.
Sanguinius cursed in his heart, but he kept a perfect and gentle smile on his face. He moved his body slightly in the sarcophagus to prevent his wings from being too uncomfortable. Then he whispered in Dante's ear, "My child, you have proved your ability. Now you will be qualified to rest in my arms and enjoy the hard-earned peace."
"My Lord! My Lord!" Dante burst into tears, crying like a tearful man, but there was no sign of sleepiness. Seeing Dante was extremely emotional, Sanguinius reached behind Dante's neck and hit him forcefully and accurately.
Dante felt only a slight pain, mumbled vaguely and fell into a coma. When his armor passively injected hormones and other substances into his body, stimulating him to wake up again, Sanguinius had recovered from his embarrassment and combed his somewhat messy wings under the light through the round stained glass window.
Then Baal began to celebrate, and the Space Marines with angel blood shed tears for their father, and the black anger that had troubled them for a long time and could not be resolved also quietly disappeared.
Trazyn was very satisfied with the interaction between Sanguinius and Dante. This black history will be recorded forever and sealed in the museum for future generations to admire.
The situation when Ferrus met his offspring was much better. After all, he had met Stunus once in the cursed form and had a certain understanding of the situation of the Iron Hands. But when he really saw the situation of Medusa, he was still quite irritable and swore.
Although the clan leaders were scolded very embarrassedly, they were happy in their hearts. They lowered their heads silently and did not refute anything. After Ferrus finished his anger, they took their own tasks and began to transform Medusa's situation and changed the creed of the Iron Hands without any burden.
Leman Russ, Lion, Fulgrim, Vulcan, and Curze came one after another. Even Mortarion, who was known for his slowness in his impression, arrived, but there was still no trace of Chagatai.
"What on earth did he do?" Not only Perturabo, but the primarchs all wanted to ask this question.
Dorn continued to show off his overly cold sense of humor at this time, "Is it possible that Chagatai was driving too fast and now he's taking a detour after passing the intersection?"
"That's the webway, not the highway. Are you going to be a traffic policeman and give him a ticket?" Perturabo sighed at Dorn's humor, but Dorn felt that he had told a good joke.
Just when Perturabo's patience was about to run out, Chagatai's fleet finally jumped out of the webway. A face full of apologies also appeared on the screen, and Chagatai looked much more vicissitudes than before.
"Sorry, sorry, I was delayed because of some personal matters."