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

Chapter 204: The Will of the Hive: After all, I am the one who supports this family.
In the secret dungeon, the dull sound of machinery was echoing in the room enveloped by bright firelight, like the chirping of insects on a midsummer night.

Seth silently observed the room.

This room, wrapped in machinery, was cast in the shape of a chapel, with countless intricate patterns carved out of pale marble, each symbolizing a deceased Chapter Master or Librarian.
The patterns are intertwined with more exquisite reliefs, outlining the nine pure Primarchs: Lion El'Jonson, Leman Russ, Robert Guilliman, Vulkan, Corax, Rogal Dorn, Ferrus Manus, Jaghatai Khan, and the greatest of all, Sanguinius.
The statue of Sanguinius was taller than the other Primarchs and was placed in the most prominent position, between the Lion King and Robert Guilliman.
The icons of these Primarchs all depict a memorable part of their lives: The Lion chasing the Night Haunter in a warship, Guilliman floating in the stars outside Calth, Vulkan standing on Macragge with the Sacred Presence intact, Jaghatai Khan shouting about his father's power, Rogal Dorn confident as if he had always kept a trick up his sleeve, Ferrus Manus being beheaded, Leman Nus breaking Magnus' back, and more.
It is said that this great carving was designed by Sanguinius himself during his lifetime. It is a dual manifestation of his prophecy and artistic ability. It is a commemoration of the most memorable deeds of the eight loyal brothers. It was carved by the warriors of the Blood Angels Chapter after Sanguinius' death.
On the sculpture of Sanguinius, the stained glass window painted with the glory of the Archangel filtered the artificial light, allowing colorful spots of light to sprinkle on the body of the Librarian Fearless Marest, coating the only remaining body of this ancient warrior with a layer of glory.
Every Astartes knows that the Dreadnoughts are the pinnacle of a Chapter, and some warriors are so valuable that even if they fall on the battlefield, their wounded bodies will be placed in the Iron Coffin of the Dreadnought, to fight for the Emperor for many more years until a second death claims their lives.

The inside of the Dreadnaught Sarcophagus is so cold and lonely that even the most loyal warriors will feel fear, so most of the time the Dreadnaught warriors are asleep. But not Marest, the former chief think tank, who is always awake, enduring the coldness and pain inside the sarcophagus to guard this secret dungeon.
Guarding those sacred or profane things, Seth's eyes could not help but move to the stasis field behind the fearless warrior.
Fifteen scrolls as big as a person were suspended in the force field, tightly protected by lead seals. They were the scrolls of Sanguinius, scrolls written by Sanguinius himself, recording all the prophecies he had seen during his lifetime.

Seth's heart was moved for a moment. He felt that his two hearts were almost filled with a sacred feeling, and the surging blood in his heart seemed to be weakened.
It seemed that the dark parts of him retreated in the fire of Sanguinius contained in the scroll.
Seth turned his head and looked at the fearless warrior Marest. The ancient warrior was examining Zhou Yun and Mephiston who were standing in front of him.

“Are you here for Sanguinius?” Marest demanded.

I don't know if it was Seth's illusion, but when Marest said the name of Sanguinius, the blood in the air seemed to become thicker.
It seemed that even the Fire of Sanguinius could not completely eliminate this blood energy. Seth stretched out his hand slightly to cover his head.

An irrepressible anxiety and anger was lingering in the depths of Seth's soul. The scene in his eyes shook slightly, as if he was in the chapel in Angel Castle, or on the Spirit of Vengeance.
The figures of Zhou Yun and Mephiston in front of him swayed, as if one had turned into a twisted dark god of the warp, and the other had turned into Erebus with scriptures written all over his face.
"I am here to fulfill my promise to Sanguinius."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, speaking with a sincere tone, his fingers swept across the hot performance clapperboard & robot director without leaving a trace, even Seth beside him seemed to be infected by this sincerity, but Zhou Yun's next words.
"I came here to resurrect Sanguinius." Zhou Yun stated his purpose without hesitation.

The Blood God had already set his sights on him. Once Zhou Yun entered the tunnel leading to the Tomb of Sanguinius, the Blood God would determine Zhou Yun's target.

There is no need to hide or be cautious anymore.
Instantly, the bloody smell in the air seemed to solidify.
The ancient sage Marest suddenly took a step back, and the think tanks and flesh-tearers who followed him froze in place. Seth was also stunned and speechless. Rage, endless rage poured out from Seth's soul and flesh at the same time.
His eyes were covered with a thick blood mist. Seth was angry, the world was angry, and everything seemed to be crying blood.

Seth saw darkness in the blood, and the cold and dark subspace essence behind Zhou Yun's physical body.
I saw that in the future, Zhou Yun pulled the body of the archangel and corrupted the soul of the archangel with the power of blasphemy, making the pure fire of Sanguinius dyed with an inexplicable metallic blue.
"How dare you!!!!" The roar of a beast sounded from Seth's mouth, his anger was almost uncontrollable.
Above the Brass Fortress, a storm filled with anger was brewing in the orange and red warp sky.

The bloodthirsty demons roared, the bloodletters screamed and beat the drums, and the servants of Khorne, who were fighting an eternal war on the shattered land, stretched out their hands and beat their chests.
Angry! Angry! Angry!
The Blood God is angry!
Khorne on the throne let out a roar that shook the entire warp. In the battlefields of the real universe, countless mortals burst into anger. The Khorne berserkers on Cadia fell into deeper madness. The scarlet scar above Baal was so bright that it seemed to be weeping blood. The Zerg swarms let out piercing roars.

The Blood God was furious, not because of Kabanha's death,
Kabanha lost a war. Even though it cost Him a little power and forever lost a bloodthirsty demon, the Blood God didn't care. It didn't matter who shed the blood, even if it was His own blood.
As long as blood is shed, the Blood God will only admire it
The Blood God was angry because the little angel, the cursed Emperor of Mankind, and the new gods that were gradually emerging in the Warp had deceived Him.
Cadia attracted his attention, the shadow of the Zerg obscured his sight, and the cursed legions of the Emperor of Mankind were advancing on the border of his realm. All these made him pay less attention to Baal, allowing the little angel and the new god to sneak around and hide from his sight.
That little angel, the cause of Sanguinius' birth and the result of his death, tried to escape from His grasp, tried to return to the material universe and reappear as the Primarch,
The new god intervened and even corrupted the little angel.
There was only deceit and deception in this, they used all kinds of tricks to escape the sight of the Blood God and avoid real battles, which made the Blood God angry.
But blood is inevitable, war is unavoidable, and only bloodshed can determine the true outcome.
The Blood God let out a war cry.
Part of his power is being held back by Cadia, and...
The Blood God raised his eyes and looked into the distance.
At the border of His domain, a cold and dark sun was setting. Countless demons belonging to Him were wailing, their bodies burning with flames. An army like the dead was marching under the cold and dark sun.

The Blood God had to use a large part of his power to deal with him.
The Blood God's rage became real, like a scarlet blood blade that cut through the barrier between reality and the material world, piercing into the three stars of Baal.
The Blood God let out a roar of rage, and the burning blood blade was blocked on its way into reality.
There are few beings in the material world that can resist the might of the Blood God. Even though some of their power was attracted by Cadia and consumed by the Emperor of Mankind,
But in Baal, there happened to be such a being born in the material universe who could resist the power of the Blood God.

A shadow filled with greed and hunger suddenly rose from reality, overlapping like a black fog formed by billions of small insects.

Predator! Snatcher! Competitor!
The Hive Mind let out a sharp cry, resisting the power of the Blood God.

He still knows how to prioritize.

He longs for Baal and Sanguinius as much as the Blood God does.
But what He pursued was Sanguinius's body and genetic sequence in the material universe.
If Sanguinius were to be resurrected, he would at least have a chance of obtaining these two things.

But if Sanguinius was corrupted by the Blood God and became a demon, then he would not even have a physical structure, only a pile of inedible warp bodies.

By then, the Hive Mind will have no chance of getting to Sanguinius's genetic sequence.
The Hive Mind understood that He had to take the lead at this time.
In the instant when the Hive Will and the Blood God collided, 88,800 node creatures died instantly, and the lower-level Tyranid creatures linked to the node creatures also died.
On the battlefield of Baal, Dante looked at the scene in front of him blankly.
In the swarm, the Tyranid node creatures first died inexplicably, their heads thumping to the ground, as if their necks were cut by an invisible blade.

Then, the lower-level Tyranid creatures controlled by these node creatures also fell down like the node creatures.
In just eight seconds, nearly one-third of the Tyranids on the battlefield died inexplicably, and they were still dying.
The number of Tyranids attacking the void shield now far exceeds the first wave of attacks on the moat. The death of one-third of the enemies has suddenly reduced the pressure on the Blood Angels.
Dante could even see sparks bursting in the sky again, which were the afterglow of the Zerg biological ships when they died.
Dante was somewhat confused. Judging from all the signs, this seemed to be the power of the Blood God.

But how could the Blood God be so kind as to help the Blood Angels?

"Or is this also the power of Saint Doraemon?" Dante couldn't help but whispered.

(End of this chapter)