This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 109 Dante: I'm so envious and want to get off work

Baal, Angel Castle.

Dante stood on the towering city wall, gazing at the expedition fleet gradually leaping into the galaxy.

The mighty military force flashed a cold light in the starry sky, as if a sea of steel was slowly pouring into this galaxy. The tired ancient warrior looked at this scene, his lips slightly raised, revealing a smile.

That smile was mixed with complex emotions, including yearning and envy for glory, as well as helplessness towards fate.

Like every Space Marine who seeks death and glory, Dante, a Chapter Master who reigned for nearly eight hundred years and even led the Blood Angels for longer than their Primarch, has always longed for his own glorious death.

However, fate always seemed to like playing jokes on him one after another.

As his friends and predecessors left one after another, he still clung to his position as Chapter Master, guarding the Blood Angels century after century.

There seems to be no end in sight to this future.

"My lord, I will take my leave now."

Beside him, the Holy Blood Priest from the Flesh Tearers Chapter whispered.

He had just received a communication from the fleet and knew that a sacred meeting was about to take place, so he instinctively planned to avoid it.

There was a hint of fatigue in his voice and his eyes revealed worry about the future.

"You can come with me."

Dante spoke gently, his voice low and calm, as if trying to soothe the other person's anxiety with this gentleness.

"No, sir, they still need my management."

The Holy Blood Priest shook his head, saluted decisively, and then turned and left.

His back looked heavy and lonely, simply because he was carrying the fate of the entire regiment on this journey.

The Flesh Tearers were trapped by the concentrated outbreak of blood thirst and black rage within the chapter. The warriors continued to lose members due to the long-term exposure to the genetic instinct of blood thirst and the rage of the warp. For the future of the chapter, he had to bring the only four remaining companies of the chapter here to seek help from the mother chapter.

However, the results were not ideal.

The Blood Angels themselves don't have a good solution to the curse on them. The examples of Dante and Mephiston are of no reference value at all. Not everyone has their willpower and talent to resist genetic instincts and the influence of the Warp.

"Hey"

Dante sighed and looked back at the empty Golden Corridor. The walls on both sides of the corridor were inlaid with icons of Saint Elias. The golden light sprinkled on the ground, reflecting his lonely figure.

The long-term suppression of the Blood Angels' desires that came from genetic instincts made Dante's body weak and his spirit decadent, which made him feel exhausted even when dealing with the affairs of the chapter.

He walked to the end of the corridor, took the golden helmet handed to him by the blood slave, and hid his old face from the wrath of Saint Jerome.

The weight of the golden helmet pressed on his head, as if the fate of the entire regiment was also on his shoulders.

"Send Mephiston to see me."

Dante whispered.

The Holy Blood Guard hesitated for a moment, but out of respect for Dante, he still took the task seriously.

"Yes, Master Dante."

He murmured in response and then turned and left.

Mephiston, the Chief Librarian of the Blood Angels, has a terrible reputation in contrast to his lofty status. More than once, battle brothers have met with Dante and demanded the execution of the Chief Librarian who returned from the Black Rage.

There are even members who try to go it alone while on missions outside.

No one knew what the Librarian had seen in that black fury, but Dante instinctively felt that Mephiston's death would drag the chapter into an abyss.

But he couldn't tell this revelation to the people around him.

A chapter leader actually believed in the so-called revelation. If those problem children below knew about this, chaos would probably break out again.

Dante's face behind the golden mask rarely showed a bitter expression. He took a deep breath and suppressed the worries in his heart.

The decay of the body and the decline of energy are naturally accompanied by a decline in control over the chapter. Although they all respect themselves as the chapter leader, there are always people who act on their own.

At a certain moment, he wished he had a helper.

He did not dare to hope for a successor to the chapter, but even an angel's offspring who could take up the responsibility in times of crisis for the Blood Angels would be enough.

However, for many long centuries, he did not even have a companion with whom he could share his pressure.

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Putting away the melancholy in his heart, Dante looked up at the sky. A huge transport fleet was slowly descending, and a huge shadow was covering the ceremonial square.

In the square, the Blood Angels warriors had already finished their preparations and were lined up in neat rows, waiting to welcome the envoys.

Dante walked towards the square, his golden armor gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

Duty drove him to go and meet the envoys.
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"It's been ten thousand years."

Separtus looked at the planet below. The Crimson Paladin clenched his hand holding the power sword slightly, and there was even a hint of melancholy in his face.

"It's the same as it was ten thousand years ago."

Saint Jerez always believed that things would develop in a good direction, so he planted grapes on Baal, hoping that in the future this planet would be like a garden world, filling the endless red with its own emerald green and azure blue.

But ten thousand years later, in this era when the Primarch had long since departed, the planet remained the same, having never changed.

Salt farmers still struggle in the harsh environment, and tribes believing in the angel Sangres continue to fight for survival on Baal and its satellites.

Without a doubt, these countless scenes from reality seemed to prove that his own Primarch was wrong.

Things haven't gotten better.

Ten thousand years ago, the Blood Angels, led by their Primarch, swept across the galaxy like an indestructible sword, safeguarding the future of humanity. But now, although the warriors remain loyal and brave, they seem to have lost a core strength, becoming isolated and struggling.

He scanned the faces of the warriors, trying to find a glimmer of hope in their eyes.

However, all he saw was exhaustion, confusion, and uncertainty about the future.

Separtus couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in his heart. He knew that these warriors were still persisting and still fighting, but the world they faced was even more cruel than ten thousand years ago.

"Maybe we were really wrong."

Separtus muttered to himself, his voice almost drowned out by the mechanical roar in the bridge. His palm slowly loosened the handle of the power sword, and his fingertips gently stroked the lines on the blade, as if looking for some kind of comfort.

However, his heart still felt empty, as if he had lost something important.

Without the Primarch, everything seemed to be taking a turn for the worse.

"Do not."

A voice sounded beside him. Karna touched the window sill and looked at the deep red earth.

“Now it’s starting to change.”

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"Why are you looking so sad?"

Karna placed a fruit plate in front of Septuus.

"Taste it."

The tone was lazy, but to Seppatus' ears, it had a meaning that could not be refused.

and--

Looking at the face bathed in light, like the son of the sun, Seppatus did not want to refuse.

So he reached out, took a dark grape, and put it in his mouth.

"Is it sweet?"

"sweet."

Seppatus could not say anything against his will.

"In the future, Barr will produce these fruits. Industry will gradually replace heavy labor. Salt farmers will no longer have to worry about their livelihoods. Tribes will no longer need to plunder for survival. Blue and green will gradually cover this barren red."

Anyway, Karna couldn't understand the universe's train of thought on population management. With the technology and people, why did they have to live such a hard life?

It is indeed easier for difficult areas to produce high-quality soldiers, but it is a bit outrageous to endure hardship for the sake of hardship. The quality of the Ultramarines' soldiers is not bad. In the 30k era, many heroes were directly from good families in Ultramar.

Time travelers have always felt that the recruitment mechanisms of most war groups are abstracted to a certain extent, and are purely for the sake of being miserable.

"The descendants of angels shouldn't be like this. They also have the power to move forward to a better future."

Ramses's research results have come out. His previous channel of black rage can indeed be integrated into the other Blood Angels' subspace connections, adding a controllable valve for the endless catharsis of Saint Jeremiah's death on his descendants.

The existence of people like Septurus who can freely control the black rage is the best proof.

As the influence of the Black Rage was suppressed, it became easier for the Blood Angels to control their blood thirst, no longer having to bear the dual pressure of these two flaws.

Separtus was stunned, thinking of the miracle of his resurrection, the connection that isolated the desire in his heart, and the adults who spread the light of humanity like the sun.

This helped him to get over the sadness of his Primarch's passing, and a hint of hope appeared in his words.

"Yes, Lord Karna, we will, just as we did ten thousand years ago."
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"The Blood Angels welcome you, Grand Marshal Ledotus, and Lord of War Elon Lasus."

Dante personally came to the airport to welcome this great expeditionary fleet. Looking at the leaders of those regiments and the fully armed guards behind them, it seemed as if they were always ready to step into the battlefield. He couldn't help but imagine how great it would be if he were one of them.

"Thank you for your personal greeting, Lord Dante."

Out of respect for the old warrior, Ledotus used honorifics.

"Angel Castle will shine brightly for your arrival."

Dante did not rush to lead everyone in, but chose to exchange pleasantries.

Because he keenly discovered that the transport plane that Ledodes left was not parked on the main seat, but on the apron in the center. There were several Stormbirds that had just landed and had the regiment logo erased.

This is against etiquette. Is there anyone with a higher status than the leader of a startup group?

"Are you ready?"

Romulus looked at the Blood Angels who seemed to be still in a dilemma.

Compared to the Invincible Guard's open-mindedness towards Ultramar today, after all, although Greater Ultramar has been split up, the living standards of their hometown are still top-notch in the entire galaxy, and Macragge's prosperity continues to this day.

These Blood Angels were indeed greatly shocked after witnessing the current Baal. If it weren't for Karna sharing the channel of Black Rage, they would probably have fallen ill.

"Ready."

The hatch of the transport fleet slowly opened. Septurus took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.

He knew that he could not stop here. No matter what the future held, he had to keep moving forward, for the ideals of the Primarch and the adults, for the glory of the Blood Angels, and for those who were still struggling.

Following Karna's footsteps, he strode towards the hatch, his steps firm and heavy, followed closely by the twelve Crimson Paladins, their armor gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.

Facing the cheers of countless high-ranking officials of the empire, the Crimson Paladins, who had been away from the galaxy for ten thousand years, once again set foot on this familiar land.

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Dante, who was looking ahead, was stunned.

(End of this chapter)