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Chapter 223:30, Lion: "You are here, Horus."

Among the dark stars, little Sanguinius peered through the reinforced glass of the dome, the light of the stars reflecting off his perfect face, gleaming slightly.

Even though he had seen such scenes many times, every time he saw the planets orbiting the stars, like tireless machines, repeating over and over again for billions of years, he would feel a shock from the bottom of his heart.

Imperial scholars observed the periodic decay of the universe and believed that the universe had existed for tens of billions of years.

But such records are often not true. The actual age of the universe may be even older than this. Even the human empire that rules the entire galaxy still cannot see the stars outside the Milky Way to this day.

We can only speculate on the details of the universe based on the stars in the Milky Way, just like a blind man touching an elephant.

To this eternal universe, whether it is humans, the Eldar, or the even more ancient Necrons, they may all be just insignificant waves in the long river of history.

And I, who am called a demigod, may be just a tiny reflection in the waves in the glory of these ancient times.

As Sanguinius gazed up at the stars, all sorts of philosophical thoughts emerged in his mind.

Chief Think Tank Director Mephiston stood aside, watching his young father daydreaming about the antiquity of the stars. He was infected by this atmosphere and couldn't help but think about the ancient wisdom of the profound universe.

Hmm. Young father, this is really a blasphemous thought. Mephiston closed his lips tightly and maintained a calm face.

They just stared at the stars in a daze.

As for why the Blood Angels Primarch and Chief Librarian, who are still carrying out urgent tasks, have time to sit here in a daze?
In fact, the Blood Angels' fleet originally set out together with the First Legion.

But when the Lion King found a clue in a hidden star.

The lion fled with the fleet of the First Legion
——Without any warning or prior communication, they broke away from the Imperial fleet and disappeared from the Blood Angels' auspicious instrument in just a few minutes.

Only the Blood Angels' fleet was left, wandering alone among the dark stars, not knowing where to go.
Thinking of this, little Sanguinius gritted his teeth and said, "Mephiston, the channel ahead is where Leon passed. Use time travel to see where they went. He must have discovered something, maybe..."

Having said this, little Saint Gilles stopped talking abruptly and did not say another word.

Mephiston saw this move, but he did not immediately carry out the Primarch's order. Instead, he frowned and asked,
"Holy Father, I believe that Lord Leon must have made such an action out of rational considerations. Indeed, I am willing to carry out your orders, but considering your safety, please allow me to boldly ask - what exactly is our mission this time?"

Mephiston looked towards Sanguinius.

Leon ran away halfway.

Such an abnormal action obviously meant that they did not want Sanguinius and the Blood Angels to get involved. If a Primarch could react like this, this mission was likely extremely dangerous.

But for some unknown reason, both Leon and Sanguinius kept the specific purpose of this mission a secret from the Blood Angels.

"Of course it is an urgent mission assigned to us by War Marshal Dukel." Young Saint Gilles answered the question irrelevantly, obviously not wanting to answer it.

"What exactly is the mission? Please tell me, father." asked the chief think tank director.

His tone was a bit aggressive, which was undoubtedly rude and offensive, especially when facing his genetic father.

But Mephiston was also helpless.

The Blood Angels are not afraid of any danger, let alone sacrifice.

But he would never allow the safety of little Sanguinius to be threatened. The Blood Angels could not lose their Primarch again.

In the heart of the Chief Librarian, the safety of the Archangel is more important than the lives of all the Blood Angels.

And as the Primarch's guard, no one knew better than Mephiston how many eyes were coveting the Archangel in the darkness.

Everyone loves Sanguinius, even the Dark Powers.

The Empire is now at war with the gods in the highest heavens, and the dark gods have no energy left to perform rituals for the archangels.

But even so, Mephiston would quietly eliminate several Chaos Corrupters who had ill intentions towards the Archangels almost every day.

Although he had only been the Primarch's bodyguard for a few years, his nerves were already extremely sensitive.

"This" little Sanguinius was a little embarrassed.

The Archangel was not a tyrannical Primarch, and he was not angry at the Heir's questioning because he could see the determination in Mephiston's eyes.

This determination made him realize that if he could not tell the details of this mission, even if he forced the Blood Angels to take action, the efficiency would probably be quite low.

But if he confessed to the Blood Angels, it would lead to unpredictable consequences.

"Father, does my question embarrass you?"

Mephiston looked at his Primarch silently, and when he saw the Archangel's brows knit together, he almost stopped his questioning immediately.

If an Archangel is unhappy, every Blood Angel will feel guilty from the bottom of their heart.

"No, maybe now is the time to be honest." After thinking it over, the archangel said,

"Duker has received news that the son of betrayal, Horus, may have returned. The purpose of Leon and I this time is to confirm the authenticity of this news." He continued,
"Leon and the Dark Angels suddenly left the fleet. I suspect that they have most likely found the key clue. They concealed it before because they didn't want the rage caused by an unconfirmed piece of news to affect the rationality of the Blood Angels, so that... uh."

Little Sanguinius was forced to stop talking.

Because when he spoke of the details of this mission, whether it was Mephiston in front of him or the Holy Blood Guards around him, the eyes of every warrior instantly turned bloodshot, and emotions of terror emanated from them, instantly suppressing the entire room in a bloody atmosphere.

"Mephiston, you will remain rational, right?"

"Please rest assured, Holy Father, we are very rational now." Mephiston replied with bloodshot eyes. When he spoke, he inevitably showed his fangs.

Young Sanguinius: "."

Soon, the engines of every giant ship in the Blood Angels fleet roared, and the roar of the machine spirits faintly echoed on the deck.

The machinery of all the giant ships was running at overload, and the entire fleet crossed the galaxy at an unprecedented speed.

They soon found the psychic signal left by the Lion King when he left, and rushed towards the location pointed by the signal.

On the other side of the dark stars, the Dark Angels' giant ship passed through the phantom of the Caliban Forest and suddenly appeared here.

Different from the bloody fury of the Blood Angels, the Dark Angels' fleet was now immersed in a silent and depressing atmosphere; even the sound of the engines was reduced a lot.

The lion silently looked at his offspring in front of him. Due to the special nature of this mission, the members of his team were all veterans who had followed him ten thousand years ago.

"Our sacrifice will not be remembered by anyone, nor will it bring glory." Unlike the Slayers, the Dark Angels' Primarch did not say any inspiring words before they set out.
"Loyalty is the best reward for the loyal."

After Leon finished speaking, he just looked at his offspring quietly. If anyone wanted to quit at this moment, he would not pursue any responsibility.

There are circles within circles, and there should be secrets within secrets.

This is the oppressive world that the Dark Angels live in. They are angels, but they are against glory and walk alone in darkness.

"We are not afraid of sacrifice, my lord. Sacrifice is our duty." The Angels of Pardon knelt on one knee and swore an oath to the Primarch.

No one expressed any intention of backing down.

"I won't ask again." The lion nodded, his tone heavy. Each of them knew the danger of this operation.

The one they were facing was not an unknown man, but the former Imperial Warmaster, Horus.

Thinking of his former brother, who might very well be on the planet in front of him right now, the lion began to feel complicated.

He lowered his head and looked down at the crew members coming and going in the control room. The hum of the servitors and the shouts of the crew members flooded into his mind like a torrent.

This universe seemed no different from ten thousand years ago, and the war was still familiar to him.

But when he woke up, everything was different.

Facing his former brothers and sisters together with his former descendants, this absurd reality gave Leon a huge sense of separation.

"Maybe I'm just old." The lion forced himself to suppress his uneasy thoughts and concentrate.

At this time, the communications officer reported to him that a small fleet was encircling them.

The enemy ships gave chase, attempting to crush the Dark Angels.

Several lone frigates rushed in front of the cruiser, eager to attack Leon's vehicle.

Light spears and macro cannons smashed over, but it was of no use.

The First Legion has always possessed the most advanced technology, and their warships have also undergone special modifications by Dukel, making them far from being able to be destroyed in a short period of time by Chaos's shabby ships.

The Dark Angels' legions of servants were busy on the deck, these mortals performing their respective duties.

The Angels of Pardon watched over them, keeping everyone in their proper place and ensuring that there were no traitors among them.

"My lord, the light spear array has been fully charged." The herald reported to the primarch.

"Destroy them." Leon's steady voice echoed in the communication voice.

After his order was given, thousands of lasers left red scratches in the dark void.

Not long after, one of the enemy ships exploded and was cut into pieces by the light spears.

The warehouse of that Chaos giant ship exploded. It was extremely bright at a certain moment, but no sound was heard, turning into silent fireworks in the universe.

With the Empire's latest modified ships and the Primarch's superb command skills.

Lion quickly destroyed all the Chaos ships in the void.

They began to remove the orbital defense weapon platforms in the galaxy belt one by one.

Then it was time to board the ship.

Leon and his knights are familiar with this.

They boarded the landing craft together and, with precise airdrops, crashed into a profane city of flesh and blood.

This is the masterpiece of Fabius Bile. Huge biological organs are wriggling and standing on the surface of the planet.

Fabius had great talent in the field of bioengineering, but he became a slave to his talent and lost his faith.

There is no vegetation in the entire city, instead there are densely packed organ culture tanks.

These organs are fully active and wriggling in the nutrient solution, making people feel instinctively disgusted at first sight.

Leon rushed in with the Dark Angel, and he was almost certain that Fabius was inside.

The first people to greet them were some ugly human slaves who looked like dried bones, as well as some deformed monsters that had undergone biological modification.

These deformed races were all created by Fabius.

He created these profane races and left them alone.

Under the worship of these races, a projection of Fabius was even born in the Supreme Heaven.

These ugly monsters could not stop the Primarch and the Dark Angels.

Every time these warriors walked through a corridor of flesh and blood, they would leave countless broken limbs behind them.

A lion will not feel any sympathy for his weak opponent.

The Dark Angels still maintained their ruthless style, killing all the alien monsters along the way and forcibly breaking through the various defenses set up by Fabius.

The Primarch possessed wisdom and strength beyond imagination. Under the leadership of the lion, they were unstoppable.

The mutants were quickly defeated, their fangs and horns were broken, and disgusting pus flowed out.

Broken flesh and blood flew everywhere, and roars and howls were heard continuously.

They accurately found Fabius' laboratory and rushed over quickly.

This place is the pinnacle of biological terror, with flesh and blood placed on the brackets of the walls and bright red blood flowing on the metal floor.

But these did not cause any emotional fluctuations for Leon and the Dark Angel. They were already accustomed to such scenes.

They calmly and focusedly clear away all obstacles.

The final resistance broke out in Fabius' laboratory.

This nightmarish laboratory was made of a mixture of flesh, blood and metal. Leon led the Dark Angels to charge forward, and the explosion swept across the entire laboratory.

Glass shattered, flesh exploded, metal melted, and deformed organisms let out twisted cries.

The dark servants were slaughtered, and even the mechanical creations were shattered by the fierce firepower of the Dark Angels.

A violent explosion occurred inside the laboratory. High-temperature flames surged out, directly burning some mutant individuals into charcoal.

After searching all the way, they finally found Fabius' last hiding place.

But when the majestic body of the lion stepped here, his heart, which had always been calm and focused, immediately changed drastically.

Here Leon saw Fabius, who was notorious in the dark world, and...
"You are here indeed." Leon's tone was indescribable. Even he himself could hardly explain what kind of emotion he was in when he said that name.

"Horus."

Next to Fabius was a giant as tall as Leon.

Wearing ancient heavy armor, a black cloak hung behind the man.

(End of this chapter)