Warhammer: My buddy has too many secrets!

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Within the monastery of the Holy Blood Angels, the star language belonging to the Weeping Ones was successfully received by the Holy Blood Angels, and even placed directly on the desk of Dante, the leader of the Holy Blood Angels Chapter.

Beneath the crimson curtain, atop the flagship of the Blood Angels, Chapter Master Dante, who had been working at his desk for 17 hours, fixed his gaze on this report.

Reaching out, Commander Dante broke the wax seal and examined the text, his usually calm eyes flickering slightly.

"..."

The Lamenters Chapter sent another message in astral language, saying that they had recently found a relic related to Saint Geres, the Father of Genetics, and that it was of great importance, requesting that Dante, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, personally go there.

Da da da.

Commander Dante tapped the table, which sounded almost like a sigh in the empty Chapter Master's study.

The murals on the dome depicting the Ninth Legion's history of conquest also appeared distant and ethereal. The flickering light of hundreds of candles in the darkness cast the portraits of the Blood Angels' chapter commanders on and off.

Dante leaned back in his chair, feeling the muscles in his back crackle slightly. He was still wearing the golden mask bearing the face of Saint Geres, a legendary piece of equipment, but for Dante, it was also to conceal his aged appearance.

Even a Space Marine who has undergone nineteen modifications will grow old.

After more than a thousand years, this body, which has undergone nineteen genetic modifications and biochemical enhancements, has finally begun to complain to him.

But this is not weakness, far from it. He can still easily tear Chaos Space Marines apart with his bare hands, and he can still fight for seventy-two hours straight without stopping, but the feeling is real, like a dull knife slowly pulling at the seams between his bones.

exhausted.

It wasn't physical exhaustion, but rather the burden that had accumulated deep within my soul for a thousand years.

He read the report again.

The Lamenters Chapter… He remembered this chapter, which originated from the 21st Founding of the Army. The Mechanicus attempted to modify some of the genetic defects of the Astartes warriors, but this resulted in almost all the chapters of that founding being defective.

The Weeping Ones are among them, but strangely, of all the mutations, the Weeping Ones seem to have the best reports, with the Chapter's warriors almost completely free from the genetic defects of Bloodthirst and Blackfury.

This was originally a good thing, and Dante had been paying attention to it for a while. However, due to the continuous negative reports about other cursed armies, Dante hesitated a bit about his judgment of the Weeping One and decided to wait and see.

But in that very wait, the weeping ones were swept into the subspace, where hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye.

This kind of thing is actually just bad luck for a Space Marine, but the situation is special now. The Weeping Ones have just come out of the Warp, and such an amazing thing has happened.

The relics of Saint Geres?

Dante focused his mind.

The report came from the warband commander of the sub-group, and the text was extremely concise, as if afraid that using even one more word would be a desecration. But beneath this conciseness, Dante could feel a suppressed ecstasy, a burning piety that almost set the parchment ablaze.

"We have encountered an elder who has existed since the Primarch era and has now left the Warp. The elder has found a relic of Lord Sangiles. The elder requests that Commander Dante come in person to confirm it. In addition, the elder has other important matters to discuss with you. The Weeping One swears by Sangiles that these words are without falsehood."

An elder who existed since the Primarchy... a sacred relic, requiring him to personally go there, the weeping one...

Dante pondered these four words repeatedly in his mind.

During the Great Crusade, the great Primarch of Sanguiles left his mark on countless worlds, and his relics were naturally scattered throughout the galaxy.

For a hundred centuries, the monks of the Ninth Legion, and the later split off factions, have been on a sacred mission to find the relics of the Primarch.

The massive relic hall within the warband fortress houses hundreds of relics deemed authentic, some of which indeed possess inexplicable power.

Logically speaking, an ordinary relic wouldn't have made the Chapter Leader of the Weeping Chapter so eager, sending three Star Messages in succession, even risking the honor of the Weeping Chapter.

Dante put down the report, stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the horizon of Baal.

The red planet is in the midst of its long day-night cycle, and the sky is filled with blood-red clouds, like velvet being crumpled by a giant hand.

In the distance, the towers and spires of the warband fortress pierced the sky, their massive archways and flying buttresses etched with the emblems of the Blood Angels and battle oaths.

His hand unconsciously pressed against his chest, where a string of exquisite amulets hung, the central one being the Holy Grail from which Saint Gilles dripped blood.

He had repeated this action countless times, until it became almost instinctive, as natural as breathing.

This seems to be some kind of guidance.

Dante closed his eyes. It took almost no time from the time the Star Language was sent to when he received the document. Dante knew best the efficiency of Imperial Star Language transmission, but... this message from the Lamenter was exceptionally efficient.

Dante returned to his desk, picked up the parchment, and gently ran his fingertips along the uneven text on the paper.

Did this star language really originate from the weeping ones?

Perhaps something else is imitating them?

Perhaps a demon from the warp was using the relic as bait to lure him and his warriors into a trap?

There are too many precedents like this.

He is Dante, Chapter Master of the Blood Angels, Regent Baal, one of the Empire's greatest heroes. His hands are stained with the blood of aliens, heretics, and traitors; his name is a curse, a chilling symbol, within the forces of Chaos.

The enemy curses Dante and wants to kill him by any means necessary. If he dies, the entire defense line of the Baal Starfield will collapse and fall into chaos, and the Blood Angels and all their sub-groups will be plunged into leaderless chaos.

The forces of chaos have tried countless times to corrupt or destroy him, but each time they have failed.

But each time, they become smarter, more cunning, and better at hiding their true intentions, but Commander Dante always manages to see through their tricks.

And this time... naturally, Dante was considering whether he should go. He was making a comprehensive judgment on whether the weeping one was credible and whether this was a trick by the enemy of mankind.

So he summoned Arenos Calren, the first company commander of the Blood Angels, and the chapter's chief strategist.

"I detected from the Warp that the Lamenters have been sending out Astral messages at an extremely high frequency since their return. Their targets are not only us and the Highlords of Terra, but also the White Scars and the Ultramarines."

At this moment, the chief think tank of the Holy Blood Angels is not yet the future Lord of Death, Mephisto. But even so, the chief think tank of the founding mother group is a top-ranking psionic master in the galaxy. From the warp, the think tank has captured the star language signal being broadcast by the Weeping Ones.

After reading the message, Company Commander Arenos, relying on his experience, made an analysis: "The Weepers must have indeed encountered a special ancient being... I know their Chapter Commander, Malakin, a seasoned warrior, so it's unlikely that there was a mistake."

"From their widespread use of Astral language to Ultramarines and even White Scars... I feel that this is what they mean by the elder mentioned in their Astral language."

"An elder... If he truly experienced the days when the Primarch walked the earth... then ten thousand years have passed. He even experienced the mighty Great Crusade, but what exactly is his identity?!"