Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch.

Chapter 125 Chapter 125, Sanguinius-chan?
"You are here to help me. What is this place? Where are we?"

Sanguinius seemed to have endless questions.

"Archangel, spread your wings. The sun is just right. We don't have much time."

After hearing this, Sanguinius spread his wings and followed the fireflies into the blue sky. Hearing this, he couldn't help but look up to the sky. He saw the golden sun hanging high in the sky, cloudless, and it was a very clear afternoon.

"What does it mean?"

he asked with some confusion.

"The sun may set at any time. Without the protection of the sun, we cannot return to the real universe in the darkness."

"Isn't this the real universe?" Sanguinius looked at his body, everything felt real. He couldn't believe that he was still just a wandering soul.

"This is not the world we are familiar with, this is the gap between illusion and reality. We are walking in the gap, but please don't worry, I am here with a mission, and I vow to lead you back to the real universe."

"Archangel, please hurry up, we don't have much time."

In the light of the fire, which was as weak as a firefly, a message that even Sanguinius could not understand came out once again.

He didn't understand why he had to find the passage back to the real universe in the sun, but he still chose to believe it.

"What do I need to do?"

"You just have to follow me."

Sanguinius's flapping wings followed the fireflies as they flew towards the sky.

He could still vaguely hear some voices, a man's voice urging him to leave quickly, urging him to return to the real universe and participate in the redemption of the human empire.

He recognized the path Sanguinius had taken, and the voice was familiar, majestic and painful.

But when the archangel wanted to listen carefully, he couldn't hear anything; it seemed that there was a mysterious power that disrupted the transmission of the sound.

"Child, can you hear that voice? He seems to be urging me too."

During the flight, Sanguinius couldn't help but ask. He wanted to ask if the other party could hear those intermittent sounds like he did.

"There are many people who are looking forward to your return. The galaxy is filled with despair. Now the people of the Empire need your rescue. But be careful of the interference of darkness on you, because there are just as many darkness that do not want you. To be able to return from nothingness.”

After hearing these words, Sanguinius nodded seriously.

They kept moving forward, the surrounding scenery kept changing, and the golden sunlight followed them, illuminating the road ahead for them. Everything seemed to be going extremely smoothly.

But when they came to the edge of the world.

All the beautiful and peaceful scenes have undergone earth-shaking changes in just an instant.

All the scenes are changing and becoming ferocious and terrifying, as if they have fallen from heaven to hell in an instant.

The mountains changed into crystal entities, and the crystal mountains continued to rise until they penetrated the blue sky and pierced the stars, like a huge cage.

The green forest quickly rotted and turned into a muddy and dirty swamp, releasing vicious swamp gas.

The bright world dimmed instantly, and clouds of poisonous smoke sprayed into the sky.

The cold river water boiled and rolled, lava bubbles emerged, and hot magma flowed. The earth seemed to be torn apart in an instant, creating countless ravines and abyss. Blood overflowed from the cracks in the earth like spring water, and brass-colored creations rose from the ground.

The herbivorous animals running in the wilderness all let out excited screams at this moment. The goats stood upright and stuck out their fat tongues. Their pure and ignorant looks receded, and their eyes were full of blasphemous desire.

The whole world withered in an instant.

The whirling swirling dust gathered into a terrifying storm.

"How is this going?"

Sanguinius saw these terrible things, and he asked at a loss.

In the darkened world, only the fireflies in front of him were burning with bright fire, and the fire even became brighter.

"Don't worry about this, Archangel, just go on your way."

The fire became brighter and brighter, and a firm voice sounded,

"I vow to lead your course until you return to the real universe!"

Sanguinius sensed a familiar emotion in the firm voice.

That is determination at all costs. Once upon a time, when his descendants sacrificed for him, the emotions that emerged were also full and hot.

"How could I let you, an innocent person, sacrifice for me?" The archangel's eyes overflowed with sadness. He stopped where he was, plucked a feather from his huge wings, and handed it over.

"Looks like I can't get out of here, kid. Get this out of here, it's my last hope."

"But."

The firefly-like fire wanted to say something more, but his tone was anxious. Behind them, a terrifying shadow of darkness enveloped them.

The overlapping blasphemous whispers also weakened from strong to strong in their ears, making an endless noise.

——"Come back, Varro!"

Suddenly, a majestic voice penetrated the overlapping whispers and echoed clearly.

At the same time, more than a million fire lights lit up the world like stars.

puff-

In every ball of fire, a huge eyeball protrudes, scanning everything in this world unscrupulously.

Red flames rose up, burning everything around them red, dispersing the darkness surrounding the two.

Countless overlapping huge wheels, sacred creations within wheels, were revealed in the flames.

Under the influence of the firelight, the firefly-like flame was pulled back to the wheel. In the firelight, an eye also opened.

Varro was on the wheel, looking towards Sanguinius not far away.

He saw a smile on the other person's holy face, waving goodbye to him.

Yes, the archangel is not part of the wheel. He cannot get on the wheel and cannot force his way out of here.

"My Lord, this shouldn't be like this. This is not the original path." Varro said with some reluctance, eyes embedded in the wheel.

"That's it. So far, it's not like I've gained nothing -"

The giant spinning wheel responded.

Along with the words, more than a million flaming eyes lighting up the world like stars returned to the flaming wheel. Each eye, like Varro, has an independent will.

In the center of countless flame wheels, a huge eyeball suddenly opened. He first looked at the archangel not far away, and then took a deep glance at the world.

The power of the soul that was solidified turned into a thick pillar of light. In his sight, the crystal mountain peaks collapsed, the poisonous swamps ignited fires, the lava rivers were cut off, and the bones and flesh of goats that stood upright melted. All uncleanness was there. Be quickly purified.

The huge dark shadow behind the archangel was torn open with a crack.

After doing all this, the huge creation disappeared in the light of fire.

"Thank you for your hard work, Dukel, and Varro."

Sanguinius whispered, and then he turned around and looked at the shattered world.

The archangel passed through the gap torn by the shadow of darkness, and his wings flew across the earth full of blasphemy and uncleanness.

He saw four terrible dark clouds, which together blocked the light of the golden sun.

He flapped his wings and passed through the layers of dark clouds without fear.

Once again, bathed in the sun.

In the world shrouded in golden sunshine, everything is still beautiful, green mountains and green waters, warm and comfortable.

The archangel saw that on the top of the mountains stood a majestic golden palace.

Sanguinius returned to the golden palace. He raised his head and stared directly into the golden sun.
"Father, I'm sorry, my choice has disappointed you again, but I hope it will never disappear because of my choice, are you right?"

The cold golden sun did not speak, He just sprinkled warmer and more genial sunshine.
Underground on Baal Prime, the eyes of Dukel and Varro opened at the same time.

"My Lord, it's just a little bit close," Varro recalled the lonely figure of the archangel waving goodbye to him, his eyes were slightly red, and he said unwillingly, "I'm still too weak. There's no need to activate it for me. 'Insurance', this is what I was born for, no matter whether I succeed or fail, I am willing to burn everything for this great cause."

"Don't blame yourself, you've done a good job." Duker patted him on the shoulder, "Sanguinius wouldn't want innocent people to sacrifice for him."

Once Varro burns everything in that area, he will be completely dead.

That is thousands of times more terrifying than death, complete nothingness.

"Your Highness Dukel, our Holy Father" Dante walked over with sadness and asked almost choking.

The Blood Angels around them also lowered their heads at this moment, mourning silently.

Both the Primarch and the Navigator had returned, but Sanguinius' body still lay there, showing no sign of waking up.

Doesn't that mean
"Your Highness, if even you cannot save our Holy Father"

Dante's voice was dull, and huge despair lingered in his heart. He had witnessed the other party's ability. If there was something that the other party couldn't do, then for them, it would be nothing more than a dream.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Dukel.
"This operation is not without success, and there is still hope."

Duker took out a white and soft feather. This feather looked a bit illusory and not an entity in the real universe. It was more than one meter long and thicker than the arm of a Space Marine.

The Primarch placed the feather upon Sanguinius' body.

Under his guidance, the feathers slowly merged into the flesh.

A strange light shone, and at this moment, the wounds on the Archangel were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone was nervously watching this miraculous scene, until the light became more and more dazzling, completely wrapping the archangel's body and stinging their eyes.

Duker was the only one present who could see through this light. As the light shone, his expression gradually changed from joy to a strange look.

Wow! ——

The sound of flapping wings sounded from the shining light.

After hearing this weak voice, everyone's mood was lifted except for Dukel.

Until the light dissipated, revealing a figure shrouded in light——

The awakened angel, with his white wings spread out and his long golden hair hanging down, showed the temperament of a demigod in just the moment of his appearance;

so noble;

So pure;

So holy——

The angel with spread wings returns to the world.

just
Why is this figure not as majestic as imagined?

He seems to be only a little over one meter tall, and judging from his face, he must be less than five years old. His delicate and holy face makes it even difficult to tell his gender.

"Could he really become Sanguinius-chan?" Dukel wondered in his heart.

Although all Primarchs were unmistakably male.

But in this abnormal universe, anything that happens is normal.

It’s hard to guarantee——

"Wow--"

Just when Duker was thinking this, the clothes on little Sanguinius, which were clearly not fitting at the moment, suddenly slipped off, exposing the space between his legs.
The Blood Angels present were stunned.

Even Guilliman couldn't help but look shocked.

"Fortunately, it's a boy."

Only Dukel thought so.

"Holy Father?!"

"Our father?!!!"

After a brief period of mental blankness, the Blood Angels screamed one after another.

They swarmed forward and completely surrounded Little Sanguinius in just an instant.

The Primarch's plan succeeded, but not entirely.

Even though some things are different from what I imagined,
But for some reason, the Blood Angels were even more excited than they imagined after seeing little Sanguinius.

"How could Sanguinius become like this?" At this time, Guilliman came closer and asked in a low voice.

"Do you remember Horus?" Duker asked.

"Does this have anything to do with Horus?" The regent was shocked.

"That's not true." Dukel explained, "A long time ago, Horus always thought that he was just an ordinary person, and at that time, he was really just a stronger mortal. Until our father found With him, Horus understood his mission, and at that moment, he completed his growth from mortal to demigod."

"As the original body, our form in the physical universe is actually very idealistic."

"Just like these wrinkles, this is not because you are really aging, it is just a manifestation of the fatigue in your heart." Dukel pointed to the wrinkles on Guilliman's forehead and continued to explain.

In fact, in addition to these two examples, there is also Vulkan who is among the sons of the people.

But Dulquer did not plan to tell Guilliman about this for the time being, as he felt there was no need to worry the regent.

"Then can he recover?"

Guilliman asked again, "Although he is quite good like this, I still hope that our brother can truly return."

"Of course." Duker said with certainty, "This is only a small part of Sanguinius's soul essence."

"And it seems that it represents the part of childhood? I don't know why the soul fragment he gave me is from this part."

"But just take him with you and complete the other soul fragments."

After Guilliman heard these words, he nodded in understanding.

Then a smile appeared on his face. No matter what, the archangel's resurrection has made great progress, and his return is not far away.

In his heart, he was also happy for this.

While the two Primarchs were talking.

"Cackle——" A crisp and cheerful laughter came from the crowd surrounded by Blood Angels.

Every space warrior has reached the pinnacle in multiple mortal realms over the long years.

They are not only top soldiers, but also top chefs, painters, poets, craftsmen, etc.

At this moment, the Blood Angels present all transformed into top tailors.

Using the only fabric they had, they made a gorgeous robe for little Sanguinius in a very short period of time - so that their little father would not be naked.

"brother--"

Suddenly, a childish voice sounded.

When Dulquer and Guilliman heard the news and went away, what they saw was that little Sanguinius was sitting on top of Dante's head, pointing at them.

Maybe it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time, so the little angel's pronunciation was still a bit difficult.

"Look, brother, he still remembers us!"

Guilliman said in surprise.

"Yes."

Dukel also had a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)