I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 167: Bird-winged Sanguinius? Too heretical!
The lights in the Crimson Great Hall were bright. A gorgeous carpet woven by the Blood Angels was laid in front of the door. The golden threads on it were glittering, presenting a complex pattern that was constantly changing.
Blood slaves in long robes stood on both sides of the gate, singing ancient ballads in moving voices. These ballads either praised Sanguinius, or sang praises to the divinity of the Emperor, or recalled the glory of the Legion in the past.

These are the common memories of the descendants of Sanguinius.

Astartes from different chapters passed through the gate. They were all wearing power armor made of ceramic steel. Each one looked like it was forged from stone, noble and sacred.

The Elite Angels, who had lived on starships for a long time and had no home planet, set foot on the land of Baal. Their Chapter Master Frodak was whispering with the Chapter Master of the Glorious Angels.

The Holy Angels' Chapter Master Goren was talking with the Tomb Guards about the ancient Blood Eagle Oath, while the Recluse of the Repentant Angels was watching the scene silently in black armor.
The Blood Knights' Chapter Master, Yor, was also alone, holding a spiced wine infused with blood, but Dante noticed that he did not take off his helmet to taste it.

Bloodwing and Crimson Blade were talking about Bloodthirst, Black Rage, and the Codex. Flesh Tearer on the side seemed to be dissatisfied with Crimson Blade's constant mention of Guilliman. Flesh Eater seemed to have a similar opinion.

The Red Knight, with a deep melancholy look on his face, tasted spiced wine with the white-haired Red Wings.

Dante stood outside the door, watching the scenes in the Red Great Council Hall.

So many Blood Angels Chapters gathered together,
Except for a few warbands, all the descendants of angels came to Baal.

The Vermillion Angels will not come to support us. They will formalize the massacre and completely break away from the parent group.
The Spears of Atlantis acted strangely and lonely, barely communicating with other chapters, and apparently ignored the call for help.
The Weepers are still unlucky. In order to protect many imperial worlds, they have chosen to directly face the Kraken Hive Fleet many times. Now they are almost destroyed and unable to support Baldante. They hope that Sanguinius can protect them.

Even among these blood brothers who arrived, there were still countless differences.

Dante saw more than once that warriors from different groups exclaimed at the differences between them. Ten thousand years of separation even caused differences between the same bloodline.

Some of these sub-groups are trapped in the black and red curse, some are tenacious in resistance, some are cynical, and some are calm and composed.
These warriors wore different armors with red, black, white, gold and other colors interwoven, and their appearance and interior were equally different.

Bang! ! !
Suddenly, several strong sparks burst out from the brazier beside Dante, and the warm flames shone on Dante's golden armor, as well as on the power armor of every Sanguinius in the Great Hall.

Gold becomes soft, red becomes hazy, black becomes active, and white becomes red. These colors are intertwined together, and they don't seem so different from each other.

Yes, we are still connected by blood.
Dante couldn't help but think and look forward to it.
Time has changed a lot, temperament, character, customs and history are all different, but none of this can change the blood of Sanguinius.

Under different traditions and profound rituals, under different painted power armor, we are still brothers and compatriots, and this planet beneath our feet is still the blood home of every son of Sanguinius.

Now, the sons of Sanguinius have returned home.

They will defend Baal with their blood, even though they have never set foot on this land before.

And Dante will use everything he has to unite them, to ensure that every drop of blood is spilled for Baal.

He stepped into the Red Great Hall, and the blood slaves raised their voices and began to sing.

"Dante! Lord of Angels! Dante! Lord of Baal! Dante! Lord of the Firstborn!"

"Dante! Dante! Dante!"

Almost all of Sanguinius' descendants looked at Dante, most of them with good intentions and respect. A thousand years of service made Dante a legend.
But Dante's old face under the golden mask of Saint Gilles twitched slightly. It was this kind of worship that made him feel guilty and embarrassed. He felt that he was not worthy of such worship.
And even if he had no experience in dealing with such a scene, he had faced so many Astartes worshippers, and who wrote the song that the blood slaves sang? Why didn't anyone tell him?
The Lord of Angels? The Lord of Baal? Was this an attempt to compare him to the Archangels?
For a moment, he suddenly felt that it was a wise choice for Mephiston to run to the desert to find the lair of the Genestealers before the Red Council began.

In the scarlet desert of Baal, hot sand blew against Logans's fiber robe. Some of the sand even penetrated into the robe and got stuck in the chitinous carapace under its fiber cloth.

This made Logans feel very uncomfortable, so he lifted up his robe and rubbed out the sand inside.

"The elytra of Sanguinius!"

Not far away, Karl Jane, who was dragging the corpse of the fire scorpion, turned his head and said impatiently:

"Can you hurry up? We still have to rush to Elytra Castle!"

"The Spiritual Brain, Master Mephiston, has sent a message that His Excellency Dante the Four-clawed is calling us. He is calling every devout descendant of Elytra Sanguinius."

"It is said that the great living saint Saint Gileli is about to descend!"

Logans looked at Karl Jane's urging and couldn't help but lower his head. He hated his brother.
Although they have the same parents, Carl Jane is better. The genetic sequence in his body not only comes from his parents, but also has been transformed by the Holy Blood Mutagen in the cult.

"Dante was also among the group of people who surrounded us." Logans couldn't help but mutter.

He was talking about the group of pagans who had previously surrounded them. But under the leadership of the Spirit Brain. Mephiston, they easily hid in the desert and hid in the Elytra Castle. "They are gene stealers." Carl. Jane made a gesture to exorcise evil and said, "They have been corrupted by blasphemous genes. The Sanguinius they believe in does not have elytra, but a pair of bird wings!"

"Bird wings! A pair of bird wings! What heresy!"

"Their Dante doesn't have four claws, their Mephiston doesn't have the specialized brain tissue of the Master, and their living saint is Sanguinarod with bird wings, not the great Sanguinardi!"

There was deep disgust in Karl Jane's tone when he spoke.

"But they won't live long!" Carl Jane stressed, "His Excellency Dante Four-claw is convening the Purple Grand Council, summoning every descendant of Elytra Saint-Gilius."

"The Living Saint Sanguinari is about to descend, and soon the eggs of Elytra Saintguinius will also fall from the sky, leading the descendants in the Elytra Castle to capture the group of counterfeit blasphemers."

Logans nodded, not quite understanding.
He knew that he and Carl Jane hunted the fire scorpions in preparation for the Purple and Red Council.

Every descendant of Elytra Sanguinius will gather in Elytra Castle, and they will need lots and lots of food.

Therefore, the spiritual brain, Lord Mephiston, issued orders to each of his descendants through the huge psychic energy link, asking them to collect enough food on the way.

"It's your turn to drag it."

Carl Jane put down the rope that tied the fire scorpion in his hand and was about to hand it to Logans:
"Hurry up and move. It is said that this time, Lord Four-clawed Dante will personally select a group of outstanding warriors and grant them his own gene seeds."

"I don't want to fall behind others. If you work harder, you might be able to obtain the gene seeds bestowed by the Holy Blood Mutators."

Logans took the rope from Carl Jane with an unhappy look on his face and carried it on his shoulders.

"By the grace of Elytra Sanguinius, maybe we are the genestealers, not them." Loggans couldn't help but complain as he took the rope.

"Asshole!" Carl Jane kicked Logans, angry at his blasphemous words: "What a bullshit! Since you are so blasphemous, maybe I should kill you here!"

"Remember, we are the descendants of the sacred bloodline of Elytra Sanguinius. The blood of Elytra Sanguinius flows in our bodies. Except for us, everyone else on this planet is a blasphemous heretic! They are all shameless gene stealers!"

"The blood flowing in those bastards' bodies is not the blood of worshipped elytra, but the blood of profaned bird wings."

Logans lowered his head and stopped talking. He just dragged the blood scorpion forward. Suddenly, Logans saw a figure standing faintly in the desert in front of him.

The figure was also wearing a linen fiber robe, resisting the wind and sand, and walked towards Logans and Carl Jane step by step.

Carl Jane let out a low roar, and his chitin-covered claws emerged from his robe.

"Four-clawed Dante, Spiritual Brain Mephiston, Saint Gilerie, Holy Blood Mutator, Scaly Wing Castle, you guys have a pretty complete set."

A teasing voice came from the other side of the wind and sand. The figure was holding a cane in one hand and seemed to be holding something small in his left hand, and walked towards the two of them.

"Who are you?" Karl Jane asked in a low voice.

"Me?" A figure emerged from the wind and sand.
He was a man wearing a cowboy hat, short hair, a linen robe, and glasses.
The man holds a cane in one hand and in the other a little man sitting on a chair, wearing a hat and holding a trumpet.

He smiled slightly and gently tapped the hat of the little man in his hand with his finger.

Ding----

There was a jingle from the little man, and he slowly picked up the speaker and shouted, "Ready.action!!"

The man's body trembled slightly, and a sincere and kind smile suddenly appeared on his face:

"In fact, I am the chosen one of Saint Shell Doraemon, the friend of Elytra Sanguinius, and my name is Carnivore Spear Nobita."

"Under the guidance of Saint Shell Doraemon, I came here to help the descendants of Elytra Saint Gilles to overcome difficulties."

　The next chapter may be ten minutes late because I haven’t finished revising it yet.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)