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Chapter 111 Don’t Think About Leaving get off work Yet
The crowds were still cheering and the hymns were still being sung.

In the square, golden sunlight shone on the two giants in golden armor, as if covering them with a layer of sacred light.

Dante and Karna shook hands with each other, and this scene instantly became the focus of the whole audience. Countless painters beside the Anglican priests picked up the canvases and couldn't wait to use their brushes to record this sacred meeting.

Their brushstrokes were swift, trying to freeze the solemnity and glory of this moment forever on the canvas.

Romulus stood aside, watching the scene.

He wanted to go forward, but Arthur grabbed his arm and turned around to look.

Romulus glanced at the cheering people in the square and thought to himself.

Grand Marshal Ledotes had mentioned more than once that social matters were best handled directly by the descendants of Saint Jaleth, because Lord Guilliman's holy book had caused a somewhat delicate relationship between Baal and Ultramar, the two Primarch homeworlds in the north and south of the Ultima Segmentum.

In such an occasion, his presence might indeed make the atmosphere awkward. Instead of that, it would be better to let Karna and Dante handle the meeting. He believed that his partners could handle everything properly.

After all, the reputation of the Ultramarines among the Blood Angels is not very good.
Karna stood before Dante, his golden-red armor gleaming in the sunlight.

Dante looked at Karna in front of him through the visor of the golden helmet, with a hint of complexity and expectation in his eyes.

Facing Dante's fiery gaze, Karna spoke slowly, his low voice only reaching the ears of the descendants of Saint Jarles.

"I am not the reincarnation of Saint Jerome."

The eagerness in Dante's eyes immediately dissipated a lot, replaced by a complex emotion.

As noble Blood Angels, they have always adhered to the teachings of Saint Jeremiah and strived to become models of nobility and elegance.

However, fate is cruel. Even a mother group like the Blood Angels could not completely suppress the increasingly strong bloody aura in the soul after the death of Saint Jerome.

That was the sweet smell emitted by the Archangel's gradually rotting flesh after the scar covering the wound was brutally torn apart by Horus. Such a smell was enough to drive the four vultures of the Warp crazy.

"I think we still need some time to get to know each other. It won't be too late to make a decision then."

Karna's tone was calm and composed, as if soothing Dante's inner impulse. This calmness and rationality made Dante quickly sober up from his previous enthusiasm and also made him feel relieved.

He realized that his previous actions almost put both parties on the fire.

"Yes, my lord, it should be so."

Dante whispered back, a hint of fear in his voice.

He recalled an incident in the Blood Angels' history where someone pretended to be the reincarnation of Saint Jerome, a turmoil that almost led to a split in the Chapter's internal power.

If it weren't for the Grail Priest's decisive action and the Chapter Master's instinctive awareness that something was amiss, the entire Chapter might have fallen prey to the conspiracy woven by the Tzeentch demons.

And this happened more than once.

These fragmented histories made Dante wary of any suggestion of the reincarnation of Saint Elias.

So the moment Karna opened his mouth, he already understood the other party's intention.

But in front of this adult
Dante's eyes fell on Karna again.

His pale hair and silver-blue eyes looked particularly unique in the sunlight, as if he were some kind of transcendent existence. Such a unique posture had never been recorded in the history of the Blood Angels, which made Dante feel a little confused and curious.

He tried to find any flaws in Karna, but even with his hundreds of years of experience, he was unable to get rid of the influence of this charm under the other party's prompting. Karna seemed to be shrouded in an invisible barrier, making it difficult to glimpse his true nature.

"The trials of becoming an angel are never the end, Dante."

A deep and cold voice came from behind, breaking Dante's thoughts.

He turned his head and looked at the man who walked out of the hidden corridor.

The man was wearing a black power armor, with flowing white hair, and exuded a transcendent aura, as if a ghost walked out of the shadows.

"Mephiston?!"

There was a hint of surprise in Dante's voice, even some disbelief. This guy was actually willing to come out of his think tank?

Dante initially had no hope for the summons.

Not only him, but even the time travelers present were shocked by the appearance of Mephiston.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with confusion. In their memories, Mephiston was still known as Calistarius, and his heroic feat of overcoming the Black Rage and changing his name must have occurred during the Armageddon War in 941 M41.

But now, all this has happened two hundred years earlier.

Ramses instinctively looked up and glanced at the angel statue on the platform. He noticed that there was an illusory winged figure standing on the statue's shoulder, and the figure waved gently at him.

Ramses' pupils shrank slightly, and then he felt relieved.

"Holy Leno, that's okay." Holy Leno, whose specific origin is unknown, should have a lot to do with Holy Les. He can be regarded as the E-demon sent by the Emperor to the Blood Angels.

I guess the Emperor is doing something again because of the time traveler.

"The blood flowing in our veins has exposed us to too much spying, lies, and deception."

Mephiston's gaze swept across the crowd. Except for the traverser, everyone he looked at felt an invisible sense of oppression, as if they were facing a dark beast that had deeply suppressed its rage.

Mephiston's gaze finally fell on Karna, his tone scrutinizing and wary.

"But you, my lord, I really can't tell if there's any lies in your words. Please forgive me, my experiences over the past six months have made me need to re-evaluate this world."

"I feel the shadow approaching from beyond the Milky Way. This is why you are here."

His words were like a sharp blade, going straight to the core of the problem. The arrival of Mephiston undoubtedly provided a way out for everyone. His appearance cleverly shifted the topic and eased the awkwardness of the situation.

Dante breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little relieved that Mephiston had appeared in time.

He nodded to the think tank director, then turned to the crowd and said, "Please follow me, everyone."

Dante regained his composure, and with the dignity and composure of a chapter commander, he walked directly towards the Castel Sant'Angelo, his steps steady and powerful.

Mephiston followed behind him, his dark figure a silent shadow, forming a sharp contrast with Dante's golden armor.

The time travelers looked at each other and then followed. They were still full of doubts in their hearts, but they also knew that this was not the time to ask further questions.

The cheers in the square gradually faded away, but the melody of the hymns still echoed in the air. The golden sunlight sprinkled on everyone, as if covering them with a layer of sacred light. Dante led everyone through the long corridor and walked into the depths of the Castel Sant'Angelo.

On the high platform, on the shoulders of the angel statue, the illusory winged figure still stood, its gaze fixed on the people walking away.

Ramses glanced back, thinking to himself.
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The decoration of the Angel Castle is very gorgeous after thousands of years of accumulation. On the way to the conference hall, after the Holy Grail Priest took away the genetic samples of the thirteen Crimson Paladins, Dante was patiently telling the past history to the elders who had been away from the regiment for thousands of years.

Separtus looked out the beautiful porthole at the scarlet land.

He found that something seemed to be missing.

"Where's Araxes?"

Araxes, City of Angels.

The city used to house the Blood Angels Legion during the Great Crusade was where over a hundred thousand Blood Angels lived and interacted with countless civilians.

"Buried by sandstorms."

Dante, who was still introducing the history of relief, looked embarrassed.

"After the Blood Angels were split into chapters, we were unable to maintain the city's facilities and had to seal them off."

After thousands of years, the population of Baal is not even as large as when Saint Jarles came, and can only maintain a loose tribal system.

"This damned Codex Astartes!"

Separtus squeezed his power sword so hard that it made a creaking sound.

"really!"

Beside Separtus, the Invincible Guard's commander, Draco, nodded sincerely and held down the Nemesis Chapter Master, who, although he also treated the Codex restrictions as bullshit, was still trying to speak for his Primarch.

Although he was an Ultramarines and a member of the Second Founding, and he also supported Lord Guilliman's decision to split the Legion, it was really hard to remain calm when he saw the Chapter still holding on to the Codex as a treasure ten thousand years later.

The Ultramarines are constantly changing to adapt to the current situation based on the difficulties they face, and should never be confined by a so-called holy code.

Ten thousand years! I don’t know whether I should criticize contemporary people for being pedantic, or admire the wisdom of Lord Guilliman. A book written ten thousand years ago can actually be used today.

Delacroix sighed.

It was a pity that he died with Hill when fighting against the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim. Otherwise, if he had known that Lord Guilliman had entered a state of stasis, he would have definitely met with Lord Dorn to change the Codex.

With Septurus taking the lead, the surrounding Crimson Paladins also started discussing with the Invincible Iron Guards.

The Crimson Paladins issued criticisms and slandered Lord Guilliman for not participating in the Siege of Terra and for presiding over the splitting of the chapter to reap the fruits of victory.

The Invincible Iron Guard then ignored these emotional smears, acknowledged the criticisms, and proposed a theoretical solution.

The younger generations around didn't dare to say a word, except for the Time Traveler, the Black Templar and the Goddess of Vengeance who silently wrote down the plans.

Dante led the team forward silently, but he found it somewhat hopeless that he could not rely on the elder Septatus to handle the future affairs of the regiment.

(End of this chapter)