Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 706 154. That Day

"Idiots, all of them are idiots."

Amit stood up cursing, muttering some unclear curse words, and Dante just looked at him with slight embarrassment. From what he knew of the past, the Blood Angels did not seem to be a legion that was keen on low quality - but there were always exceptions.

The old soldier finally stood up from the blood coffin. He was only wearing light armor, but Dante saw that Amit had no intention of changing his armor.

Amit opened his hand.
"Let's go."

Dante was stunned, but Amit walked out impatiently first.

"and many more!"

Dante shouted, his peripheral vision fixed on the Blood Angels emblem on Amit's light armor. The Flesh Tearers had their own exclusive emblem, but for some reason Amit was still wearing the Blood Angels' light armor.

"You can't go out wearing this."

He pointed this out, and Amit, who was walking in front of him, suddenly stopped, looked back at Dante, and snorted.

"That means I'm not here to save my Lord this time."

Amit said,

"Why, has the Empire finally decided to sentence my father to death?"

The ferocious look of the Flesh Tearer made Dante feel cold. In the classics, most of the Blood Angels were humble people. According to Dante's observation, the new recruits who were implanted with the Blood Angels seeds also tended to behave more noble.

But there are always exceptions, and the Flesh Tearer may symbolize another side of the Archangel.

This made him feel uncomfortable.

"Everything needs to wait until the Regent arrives before it can be decided."

Dante answered, but Amit had already walked over fiercely. He gave Dante a malicious smile and bared his fangs.

Dante was not afraid of this, he just lamented that as a son of the Blood Angels, there were such bloodthirsty people among his colleagues - this revealed their nature.

Amit pulled out a serrated dagger from his waist and held it out to Dante.

"Too much talk is useless, and words are useless."

The Flesh Tearer licked his lips. This Blood Angel had aged, which made him look even more cunning.
"Let the blood speak for itself."

Dante stared at Amit in silence, their eyes exchanged briefly, and finally Dante said nothing and snatched the dagger away.

Blood……

Dante thought that this was a blessing and curse unique to his descendants.

In his early years Dante had drunk the blood of living creatures, but never again, though there was always a whisper in his soul urging him to drink the red nectar.

Among the Sons of Sanguinius Chapters that were packaged as the World Eaters Chapter, there were also many chapters with the tradition of drinking blood. Of course, Dante did not allow them to expose the culture of their chapter to anyone.

Influenced by Angron, the World Eaters are not good at keeping slaves (although they do have their own mortal servants, but less than ordinary legions), and they prefer to maintain their weapons and armor themselves.

But the Blood Angels were different. In some chapters, Dante even saw the appearance of blood slaves that were almost the same as the former legions.

To show respect to his old senior, Dante did not wear a helmet. He put the hideous serrated dagger against his face and cut his flesh.

Bright red blood flowed down his cheek, and the meaning in Amit's eyes became more and more obvious. Dante said nothing. After the serrated dagger was splashed with blood, he handed the dagger back.

At the same time, the wounds on his face were healing rapidly.

Amit took it eagerly, and finally stuck out his tongue to lick the wine. He closed his eyes and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"not enough."

Amit muttered to himself, Dante did not give in this time,
"That's enough. You're not just here for information, Amit."

The dagger danced between Amit's fingers.
"I still miss the days when I ate brains to my heart's content,"

Amit said, as if immersed in the beautiful memories of the past, but Dante was not sure how much Amit saw of himself.

"You will personally walk through a person's life, and finally see him die under your gun - because of this, I was scolded by my master a lot."

“Our Lord preaches humility and charity.”

Dante said coldly that Sanguinius' image in the past was almost that of a saint, but now he has only left endless pain to his descendants.

"Yeah yeah."

Amit smiled.

"If he hadn't..."

"There is no word of depravity."

Dante gritted his teeth and said this, and Amit's eyes suddenly opened. For a moment, Dante almost thought that Amit was going to fight with him, but Amit just had blood boiling in his eyes.

"Depraved."

Amit's voice was hoarse.
"Is this the Empire's final verdict on my Lord? After he had served the Empire for a thousand years, cleaning up the mess for the Lord of Mankind?"

"This is the history that the Empire has handed over to me,"

Dante said, with a lump in his throat,

"This is true."

"He has not fallen,"

Amit hissed.

"He was corrupted by the powers of the Warp, that's all - he shouldn't be the Pope for that shit, fuck!"

Amit became visibly angry.

"Fucking Mortarion—Motarion!"

"What the fuck do you mean he came to save the Lord of Humanity, not my Lord?! Fuck you!"

"Words of caution!"

Dante raised his voice and shouted fiercely. The echo of his roar spread throughout the bloody coffin hall, covering up Amit's dirty words.

"Nasir Amit! Considering that you are a combat veteran, I am warning you for the last time! Calm down!"

"If you really want our father back - at least you have to bow your head now! The only ones in the empire who have the power to rescue our lord are the Pale King and Hades!"

"Oh shit!!!"

Dante took a step back and decisively drew the sword from his waist. For a moment he even thought that Amit was furious, but the rage suddenly stopped, leaving Amit covering his face and taking deep breaths.

"Damn those Primarchs... Mortarion and Guilliman... Damn..."

Amit gasped.

"Do you want to hear what happened? Although I was unconscious at the time, I received a letter from the Assassin's Court afterwards."

The Flesh Tearer showed a gloating yet sad smile.
"Make me sensible? Dante... do you think you can control your dark rage after listening to this?"

…………

[Sunday of the Ascension of Sanguinius]

【05:49 am】

Amit fell into a coma. Three minutes later, the Pale Lord, Garo and Sevatar left the dungeon where Mortarion was imprisoned.

【06:00 am】

In the gentle light of the candles on the pilgrimage avenue, some blind pilgrims attracted the attention of the defenders - they exclaimed that they "saw" a black and gold giant with a floating head, and firmly called him the Preacher.

This was not reported, and in fact, as the day drew closer, miracles occurred more frequently.

Some devout believers who had nothing left even saw a vision of a holy place shining with golden light on the Himalayan ridges - a huge palace rose from the ground, floating above Terra, replacing the eternal sun.

In the very center of the towering palace, the huge, bloodless and tearless God Emperor sat silently in a golden circle of light. Anyone illuminated by the golden light would immediately burn. The golden flame burned silently, but it did not cause pain. Instead, it made people feel a sense of relief.

The believers who witnessed these visions prayed more fervently, and they crowded as far as possible to the Anglican Cathedral, leaving behind all their possessions.

For a time, gold coins and faith paved the road to the Anglican Cathedral.

【6:29 am】

Mortarion's escape was discovered, and a force of Blood Angels, World Eaters and Ultramarines immediately began a search mission, led by Khârn the World Eater at the urging of the Lord of the Red Sands.

Fearing that the Primarch's escape might cause unrest, after a brief discussion, the three Primarchs unanimously decided to block the information and strengthen security around the ceremony.

【6:30 am】

【Underground river in the Himalayas】

[They just discovered it now? ]

Mortarion spoke slowly. In the rushing river, the Primarch grabbed the protruding stone pillar of the crypt with one hand and clamped Sevatar with the other hand. Garo had already turned into a golden flame above the Primarch's head.

"I notified the Assassin's Court and did some of the cover-up work."

Sevatar said with despair that no matter how hard he thought about it, he felt that there was something wrong with Vincent of the Inquisition.

【Then I should thank you. 】

Mortarion said, the Primarch timed his move and released his grip, and they were immediately swept down by the rushing river.

Five minutes later, Mortarion grabbed another protrusion on the stone wall.

This is a hidden river that leads to a spot not far from the altar where Sanguinius and his men are sacrificing, and it also helps prevent Mortarion from being found by them.

(*There are no seas on Terra, but there are high mountains covered with snow.)
Mortarion did not intend to use psychic power. Sanguinius' psychic intuition had already reached a certain level of sensitivity. Any rash action would be exposed in advance, thus causing the plan to fail.

According to the plan, they should soak in the deepest part of the underground river for at least two hours before going out.

His brothers would not have expected to find Mortarion in such a place. Their arrogance, their conceit, their self-righteous modesty and their belief that the Primarch should be dignified and superior would not have thought that Mortarion was here.

In fact, Mortarion even felt oddly a little accepting of it.

At least it was cleaner than the river water on Babarus.

When making the plan, Vox and Karas also thought there was nothing wrong with it.

“You don’t have to be so modest.”

Sevatar said palely that he didn't know why he always encountered such bad luck. He would rather stay at the scene and be arrested than stay in the same dark river with the Pale Lord.

【You shouldn't be a Night Lord... Never mind.】

Mortarion muttered to himself. Sevatar should have been angry and offended by this, but the current environment made him unable to think about anything. His helmet, which was soaked in water, made a dull buzzing sound.

【7:00 AM】

The wrinkles on Guilliman's forehead twisted into a small knot. Angron looked at Guilliman and paused.
【Be more open,】

The Lord of Red Sand said, but he also felt the paleness of his words.

[He won't be on the rooftop. Even if he is, we will be there, including the commander of the Imperial Guards, Valdor. He can't beat us.]

【No,】

Guilliman shook his head and pulled the corners of his mouth again, trying to relax himself. In half an hour, he would go with Sanguinius to give a speech to the dignitaries.

[Angron, his appearance has already foreshadowed failure. This is a huge political accident.]

Guilliman shook his head again. Angron “saw” that the Imperial Regent’s anxiety had almost exploded at this moment. Noisy and restless sparks burst out from the golden flame that had been burning steadily, almost like fireworks.

Guilliman rubbed his brow subconsciously.

【We should postpone the ceremony until Mortarion is found, then the ceremony can proceed.】

At this time, Sanguinius, who was sitting quietly behind them and having his makeup done by a mortal servant, raised his hand calmly.

Angron turned around and saw the golden light gradually brightening in the archangel's eyes.

【No need. 】

Sanguinius said, speaking softly, trying to comfort his anxious brother as best he could.
【There is no need to panic, Guilliman, we are just, there is no need to give in to him. 】

【and,】

Sanguinius added,
[An assassination attempt failed... In the long run, it will actually unite people in religion. ]

That's right. Angron was distracted for a moment. He even wanted to smile bitterly. The way Mortarion was dressed, anyone who saw him would think he was an alien enemy.

Religion and politics are all about whitewashing and packaging. During the years he spent with Guilliman and Sanguinius, Angron understood this more and more. He felt uncomfortable about it, but he knew the difficulties his brother had to do so.

He now hoped that Mortarion had escaped - with so many people around, it would be a good time for the Primarch to escape from Terra.

As long as Mortarion returned to Barbarus, returned to the Storm Segmentum, and stopped causing trouble... Angron thought that they could turn a blind eye and keep the Barbarus Segmentum for Mortarion.

【7:13 AM】

"A half-body that looks like Luo Jia appeared under the palace maze, leading a skeleton army burning with golden flames, trying to break out of the palace."

The Imperial Guard Valdo stared silently at the Imperial Guard who came to report.
“Their destination and intention.”

"The rough analysis is that the Inquisition, Sanguinius, and another army are marching towards the Astronomican."

"What's new with my Lord?"

The Imperial Guard shook his head.

Waldo remained silent. During their long time together, he and Sanguinius became good friends - at least they could chat with each other. Every time Sanguinius appeared in front of the Golden Throne, the Lord of Mankind's condition would improve.

"I'll go check it out myself."

Valdor said he would ask the Emperor himself.

"The rest of you should guard the rooftop."

8:03am

Vincent/Emperor slipped out from among the dignitaries who were fawning over the Primarch, he smiled, the hand that was cut off by Sevatar had long since grown back.

He was walking on the white snow of the Himalayas. The faint morning light and the candles from the palace made the snow-capped mountains shine almost like a golden mountain.

He felt such abundant power of faith, saw the Lord of Humanity who was only one step away, and heard the Lord of Humanity's painful screams that no one heard - it was obvious that he was only one step away, but the God-Emperor hesitated to move forward.

He had to wait until his offspring decided to take this step for him.

A woman's kindness, the emperor sneered, just like his descendants Angron or Vulkan.

But the Lord of Mankind will not succeed.

The Emperor knew this clearly. When he woke up on Caliban a thousand years ago, he knew the future - ten thousand years later, the Emperor still would not become a god.

Then this time it would be Mortarion who succeeded.

Thank you Mortarion.

Leaving room for him to ascend to God.

The Emperor smiled, the era of the Primarch would eventually come to an end and it was time for the Regent of the Empire to abdicate.

He laughed loudly, and waited for the last hour before the suffering statue of his former friend.

(End of this chapter)