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Chapter 547 5. Ten Thousand Years (Special Issue: Before Sanguinius Ascension)

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[Sunday of the Ascension of Sanguinius]

【00:00 am】

The Chapter Leader of the Blood Angels Chapter, Amit the Flesh Tearer, breathed out. He watched coldly as the cold air in the dungeon turned his breath into mist.

He stood silently. Behind Amit was the dungeon where the original body, Mortarion, was imprisoned.

In the encrypted dungeon, the Blood Angels are responsible for the innermost vigilance.

【00:05 am】

The palace is now brightly lit.

On the towering dome, countless exquisitely carved angel reliefs are lifelike, with little stars falling on them. The angels stretched out their hands and lifted up a crystal lamp with wandering light.

The beautiful string ensemble was isolated by the door, and together with those nervous people, Sanguinius leaned on his side in front of the table, his head resting on his arms, and his wings hanging down weakly.

The light of the crystal lamp shines on the white feathers, and a faint golden light shines on each feather.

[Maybe you should rest for a while. 】

Guilliman didn't even raise his head. He seemed to have fallen in love with the political board.

[Have you recovered your prophecy ability again? 】

Guilliman replied calmly, "As usual, doing what he has to do - he has been too close to the Inquisition lately. 】

Neither Sanguinius nor Angron spoke. Guilliman seemed to be talking to himself.

【Never. ] Sanguinius said, with absolute certainty, [Conrad took away my prophecy. 】

In that nightmarish assassination operation, in just a few moments, everyone thought that the tragedy of the past had happened again.

Sanguinius sighed.

[This is the last step, I don’t want to fail. 】

"No," Sanguinius said, "just curious." 】

The three Primarchs were silent for a brief moment, and then Robert Guilliman spoke,

Guilliman's hand paused for a moment,

"Then you should change the guard," Guilliman said cautiously, "Amit is not a very good guard, he...is not like a Blood Angel. 】

[So I gave them a scolding. 】

[You should change your hobby, Angron. 】

[Somewhat too cruel. 】

[He was like this from the beginning. ] Sanguinius said calmly, [Before this - from the beginning, I asked my bishop to ignore all reports about Mortarion and the Death Guard. 】

"Perhaps you should rest, Sanguinius. 】

Angron muttered,

"Amit is very good, he is a qualified Blood Angel," Sanguinius said, "I vaguely feel... it should be him." 】

Sanguinius looked at Guilliman and asked suddenly,

[Then you should be more vigilant. 】

[When did Mortarion offend so many people? 】

Small wrinkles crept across the Imperial Regent's face, and due to the makeup, Sanguinius could no longer see the dark circles under Robert Guilliman's eyes.

The archangel shifted, and as he raised his wings, a look of patience came over Sanguinius's face.

"Thank you for your kindness," Sanguinius said, "but no thanks." 】

Guilliman crossed out an entire government report with a swipe of his hand.

[Do you have any new nominees, Sanguinius? 】

[Of course,] said Guilliman, [the greatest crime is the assassination of the Pope. 】

The scar never healed.

[Then,] Guilliman sighed, [Then they joined forces with the Ministry of Interior and the Assassin's Court to submit a total of 5,550 pages of evidence - including the use of the Extermination Order without sufficient evidence, false reporting of the number of members of the group, and interception Merchant ships, assassinating state church personnel, tax evasion, intercepting and killing black ships, sheltering chaos elements, sheltering aliens...]

The nails had been removed long ago, and the scars climbed on Angron's head in an extremely ferocious manner.

"This doesn't mean anything," Angron said. He casually took off the thin gold and silver chain from his wrist and put it on the wings of the archangel. On the chain, a ruby ​​carved into a teardrop shape was shining.

[They have sufficient evidence to prove that Mortarion has an affair with the Eldar and another alien race named "Necrons". 】

Guilliman said that throughout this time, he did not look at his two companions.

[The Inquisition recently impeached Mortarion against me. 】

Guilliman said, [I told them to get down to business. 】

Sanguinius blinked and shook his wings. Next to him, Angron, who was holding a large comb, shouted,

【Hey! Watch out if I pluck your feathers out, birdman! 】

Sanguinius said calmly, but he did not stop Angron as the Lord of the Red Sand preened his feathers in a rather rough manner.

Guilliman sat upright opposite Sanguinius. The regent was currently holding a government tablet and scratching on the tablet at an alarming speed.

"You have also used alien technology, Guilliman," Angron said, and he repeated it casually, "This doesn't mean anything." 】

Unlike Sanguinius, whose face had remained almost unchanged and even more majestic and handsome, Robert Guilliman had aged, and his hair showed an excess of white and gold - instead of the dazzling and even aggressive look it once had. of gold.

[What is Savita doing recently? 】

【…】

Guilliman shook his head and nodded again, [They are all good people, but they are a little ambitious. Let's rest for a while, Sanguinius. 】

【01:15 am】

Amit stamped his feet, gestured to his comrades standing guard next to him, then turned around and went to the dungeon to check on the imprisoned criminals.

Amit checked the three stasis stations in a circle. After confirming that they were all fine, he stood in front of the stasis stations.

Amit looked at the suspended black stone buildings in the dark room - in order to imprison a psionic original, Terra used anti-psionic technology. The funny thing is that these technologies were developed during the Great Rebellion. The Pale Lord took the initiative to share it with the empire.

And among the countless humming black stone structures, iron chains filled with spells were layered on top of each other, tightly entwining the giant beast in the room.

Amit raised his head and stared unabashedly at the original body that was hung up in the middle of the room. Of course, he was not a new recruit who shivered when he mentioned the original body. He thought back then, his gun had been pointed at Conrad Korn. This is that lunatic.

The black stone iron chain locked Mortarion like a spider web. The original body was tied to the web in the shape of a cross, with broken wings and a rag-like cloak hanging down.

The Pale Lord's pale face drooped, making it difficult to see his expression.

That was the Primarch of the Death Guard himself.

"everything is normal."

Amit reports.

【02:32 am】

Over Terra, in the dark night, countless light spots, red, green, and gold, were flashing at this moment. Countless pilgrim ships were moored over Terra, even covering the stars in the sky.

In fact, they came from those stars.

Today is destined to be a bright day that will be recorded in history.

【03:05 am】

"I always had a feeling something was going to happen."

Inside the house, Sevatar glanced out the window. The dark eyes of the Crow Prince reflected the night.

"The God Emperor will wake up," the old man behind him coughed, and the fire crackled. "That's it. I am very satisfied to be able to see the God Emperor revive before I die."

Savita frowned and turned to look at Vincent.

"You're dying."

Vincent shook his head, "My child will take over my position - there won't be many disturbances. Under the glory of the demigods and under the leadership of the imperial regent, this has always been the case."

Sevatar sneered, his pale face reflected in the glass. He never had any respect for the originals... except for Mortarion.

Behind him, Vincent was curled up in the old man's chair, his cloudy eyes looking at Savita,

"...I heard that Konrad Coze himself is also very good at prophecies," Vincent said softly, "Did you also see the prophecies, Sevita?"

Blood oozed from his neck. Vincent raised his head slightly, a dagger pressed against his flesh. The old man's breathing was still steady.

"Don't waste the goodwill your ancestors have accumulated from me,"

Sevatar said calmly,

Vincent looked directly into Sevita's eyes,

"Do you think Mortarion is guilty?"

"Conviction is a matter for the Inquisition," Saiveta said. "I am only responsible for execution."

"I'm too tired today," Vincent said. "Can Lord Sevatar take care of the Inquisition for a day?"

"What do you want to do?" Sevita frowned, "Sometimes I can see you clearly, and your desires are nothing short of base - but sometimes, I can't see you clearly, Vincent."

Vincent shrugged tiredly, clutching the blanket in his age-spotted hands.

Sevita's dark eyes almost swallowed up the old man in front of him,

"You come from some higher being, right?"

Sevita said softly, "I was played by you before."

Vincent shook his head, "I wasn't born before, that was my father's business."

The old man trembled and took off a necklace from his neck. The skull symbolizing the Tribunal was looking at Sevatar blankly.

Vincent handed the necklace to Sevita,

"Time is running out," the old man said. "If you hope to make up for your previous inaction...Sevita, you need to act as soon as possible."

The next moment, Sevatar disappeared. The old man looked at his chopped off hand calmly and smiled.

"Have a good time, kid."

His words were lost in the crackling fire.

【04:17 am】

【Storm Star Territory】

The endless fleet gathered near a mining star under the forge world of Graai, waiting for the final moment.

Together with an Eldar with the Mark of the Cerberus on his face, Vox, the two-faced man, stood beside a mine. The light of the Webway was faintly reflecting Vox's scarred armor.

What message did he receive? Vox shook his head impatiently and said to the channel,

"Tell Faos to let them go back."

"They should be focusing on real hope right now - not here, where other people are in charge."

"If they really want to repay Pluto... then make the ship—make the ship quickly, before the war is over, before it's too late."

【05:49 am】

The cries of crows echoed through the dungeons. But unexpectedly, Sevatar arrived late.

When he reached the deepest part of the dungeon, he saw Mortarion standing there, slowly stretching his arms and legs.

In the dark dungeon, a tall, dark figure stood up slowly. At a certain moment, Sevita felt creepy.

Beside Mortarion, two people stood.

One is the long-dead Jialuo, and the other is the flesh-tearer Amit.

Sevatar opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but was speechless.

The Pale Lord looked at Sevita, seemingly not surprised by Sevita's arrival.

[There is still a bit of conscience. 】

Mortarion said that the original body did not expect any reaction from Sevatar. Mortarion turned his head and looked at Gallo, who was shining with golden light.

【Let's go back. 】

Jialuo nodded and instantly evaporated like a phantom.

Sevatar felt his throat tighten. He had too many questions to ask. Even as an Assassin's Court, there were too many things he didn't know - especially about Mortarion.

"He...is that the power of the God Emperor?"

[Yes and no,] Mortarion said calmly. The original body tore off the chains on his body one by one. When the black stone chains came into contact, Mortarion's hands wafted out with rotten stench.

[The old thing is not that strong now. After today, he can gradually recover,] Mortarion said, [Only Garro is because he should be mine. 】

【He is my heir, mine. 】

"Then..." Sevatar's gaze moved to Blood Angel Amit. He was still shocked, but that didn't stop him from showing a sarcastic smile, "Did you jump backwards?"

The veteran was silent, "The blood thirst has disappeared."

Sevatar's smile disappeared,

"Early when we were trapped in the dark side," Amit said, "you were responsible for cleaning up the scum, so it's impossible not to know about blood thirst."

Blood thirst is a genetic defect unique to the descendants of Sanguinius. During the battle, with the intensity of the battle, the Blood Angels will gradually succumb to the anger and pain in their hearts - until the wildness completely engulfs their humanity, Turn them into madmen.

"I thought the Archangels hid these things."

Savita said dryly, but Amit, who had often provoked him rudely in the past, just looked at him sadly,

"No," Amit said, "one day on the dark side, it disappeared."

"Otherwise my father would not have allowed the Blood Angels to expand their military forces on a large scale."

"So?" Saiveta said.

"So... my father's state may be... not right."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?! Why the hell didn't you tell me then?!"

Savita slammed into Amit. He looked at Amit angrily, and Amit bared his fangs at him without hesitation.

"You fucking have the nerve to talk about me? Savita?! Have you forgotten the time you spent being a mad dog to that guy Conrad?!"

[Be quiet, little guys. 】

Mortarion's tired voice sounded. Mortarion grabbed the back end of Sevatar's armor, lifted Sevatar up, and then slowly put it down.

Sevatar fell silent instantly, as did Amit. Mortarion bent down, his insect-like eyes scanning between the two Space Marines. No one dared to look directly at Mortarion. In the long years, no one dared to look directly at Mortarion. Talion became more and more inhuman. His eyes had long been shrouded in a certain kind of whiteness, and they became larger and more similar to insects.

His joints are also becoming more and more lanky.

[Actually,] Mortarion said slowly, [Amit also chose the right side just now... It seems that the Archangel is not as hopeless as I thought. 】

Amit swallowed, he began to become agitated again, thirsting for blood.

The flesh tearer showed a sneer,

"I'm the last warrior to know of the Blood Angels' past - I've been through those hells, so I know... something... is wrong."

[Tell me, add the last link to my confusion - why is Sanguinius okay? Why is he an exception? ] Mortarion said casually, [We still have time, I need to rest here for a while. 】

Mortarion looked at Sevatar, [I think you can ensure that the dungeon will not be disturbed for the next few hours. 】

The necklace Vincent handed him lay quietly in his neck, and Sevita nodded.

After receiving a positive answer, Mortarion sat on the hill made of countless black stone chains and closed his eyes without saying a word.

Amit's voice continued to echo in the dungeon,

"Actually, during the Great Crusade, what the Blood Angels admired was not as...perfect as it is today."

Amit took two steps uneasily, "We believe in the Golden Angel and the Black Angel. There are two angels in the heart of each Blood Angel. One is bathed in light, and the other is soaked in blood. If we are to be a worthy Blood Angel, we need to be both."

"This is what the Legion did in the beginning. The entire Legion faced the Empire with the light side, but within the Legion, we also do not shy away from our imperfections - I once symbolized the bloodthirsty and darkness of the Archangel, and Ah Z'Kalon is the light,"

"My father had us duel each other and learn from each other's battles."

"You want to say that the balance is now broken." Saiweita pointed out directly.

"Yes," Amit said, "At first, I thought it was because we had...lost the Dark Angel and lost its bloodthirsty side."

【but? 】

Mortarion spoke abruptly,

"But I'm not dead, my lord," Amit said. "It's Azkalon who is."

Amit recalled that before Sanguinius returned to the Legion, the Blood Angels were the most notorious ghouls in the Legion.

Genetic impulses turn them into demons, people who eat people for a living... and even for fun.

It's a taste given to them by their genes - from Sanguinius himself.

With the passage of time and the death of the insider, these past gradually faded into nothingness.

But Amit still remembered, he remembered clearly, that he was a member of the ghouls back then, who liked to eat corpses, and was about to be destroyed by the empire because of this - until the Legion found Sanguinius, and Sanguinius They were rescued.

Even so, in scattered corners of history, Sanguinius himself has felt the thirst for flesh and blood.

"Hypocrisy," Mortarion said, "I already know it." 】

[Sanguinius is two-faced. 】

Mortarion opened his eyes, his eyes dull, and said calmly, [I should have thought of it earlier. 】

[He did not collapse, did not become terrifying, inhuman, or distorted...]

[No...his other side has long been beyond recognition. 】

Mortarion said, [There is only one chance left...]

Just like two cups with joined bottoms, when water is poured into the pure white cup, the other blood-stained cup will also be filled.

This is why Sanguinius was able to outlast Mortarion... he needed twice the power of the Warp.

This is why his alter ego is more and more perfect, Sanguinius is consciously allowing himself to become the Golden Angel.

Mortarion fell silent.

He had... originally had a glimmer of hope for this, although he didn't think it was possible, but what if, what if Sanguinius was actually right?

What if Sanguinius actually showed the Pale Lord that possible, better way?

Mortarion is always looking for a way to remain himself, and he hopes to find a true solution.

"So the pope will be ritually corrupted?"

Sevatar asked,

【right. 】

Mortarion said.

Amit gritted his teeth, "Can we stop the ceremony before this happens? I don't want - I don't want - to let this happen."

"No," Mortarion said, "I'm here to save the Emperor, not Sanguinius." 】

"What - I don't understand, you are t -"

Bang!

The moment Amit was about to shout, the Flesh Tearer fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

Sevatar felt a drop of cold sweat slide down his head.

"What I need to remind you is," Sevatar said stiffly, "Amit will report to Sanguinius himself from time to time, but the reporting interval will never be greater than one hour."

【It's time to go. ] Mortarion said. He straightened up slowly, looking extremely tired.

Sevatar stared at Mortarion, "I wish I were awake."

Mortarion glanced at Sevatar,

[You are nothing like Conrad in this regard. 】

Mortarion said [You just need to remember one thing, Sevatar, the warp is garbage,]

[And the power of subspace... is also rubbish. 】

Part of the negative power accumulated by the State Church on the Lord of Mankind must be released... It's too late... Part of the power must be released as soon as possible to reduce the pressure... At this moment, Sanguinius, who has not recovered from his injury, is the best choice.

Mortarion will seize the moment of Sanguinius's fall and seal Sanguinius, along with the chaotic power of faith.

It's a pity that they didn't listen to Mortarion... If Hades had been introduced earlier, they wouldn't have to face the current situation.

And now the intensity of the power of faith in the sky above Terra...the Soulless One alone cannot summon the underworld and complete the effective diversion.

Mortarion was silent. Maybe if he had persisted a little longer, he would have succeeded...

But just as the power of faith is a double-edged sword to the Emperor, will too much faith harm Hades?

Unfortunately, there is no way out now.

Mortarion was silent. Angron and Guilliman may have been partly affected... Sanguinius should not have included the Primarchs in the Codex.

"Wait," said Sevatar, thinking, "if you won't answer me, then I have one more question."

【ask,】

"How much do you know about the Inquisition, my lord?"

[A bunch of guys who impeach me every day,] Mortarion said impatiently, [How would I know that this is your Terran business, not Guilliman’s business...]

Mortarion's voice weakened, and he slowly turned his head to look at Sevatar,

[…Someone is targeting Guilliman? 】

Suddenly, Sevita realized a terrible truth, and he felt that he almost lost his voice.

He smiled an extremely ugly smile,

"My lord, I mean - if you have no contact with the Inquisition, and have nothing to do with what is about to happen now - then is there some possibility that some forces are trying to remove the Primarchs from power?"

"Especially," Sevatar licked his dry lips, "to step down Lord Guilliman, who supports the operation of the entire empire."

Mortarion turned his head sharply and picked up Sevatar with one hand. The next moment, Sevatar felt a white mist envelope him.

[No, there is no time to talk about this,] Mortarion said a little testily, [The top priority now is the Emperor and Sanguinius. I don't think anyone can play politics at this juncture - only those who are hungry for power can Only a crazy lunatic would do that. 】

(End of this chapter)