A long time ago, Sanguinius understood a truth,
People need an angel.
A holy, heroic, perfect archangel.
This is Sanguinius,
He spreads his wings, provides shelter to those in desperate need, and brings them spiritual refuge.
He is perfect and powerful.
But is this really the truth about the thing called "Sanguinius"?
Underneath the broken mask, anger emerged.
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【so,】
The angel smiled, his scarlet pupils were hidden by his slightly narrowed eyes, showing no sadness or joy.
[None of you wishes to betray the Empire. 】
He stated this fact calmly, and this time, no one would bother him.
Sanguinius breathed calmly. The archangel was now sitting - the thing he used as a simple chair was still trying to struggle. Curze under him made a gurgling sound of coughing blood, as if he wanted to refute Sanguinius. idea.
The angel's wings moved and roughly gave Coze a wing. After a few sounds of bones breaking, the Lord of the Night became completely silent.
"Sitting" opposite the archangel was Leon Jonson. The lion was leaning on the bulkhead with all his strength, and the blood flowing out "frozen" him to the wall.
Even in his rage, the Archangel was well aware of the different bottom lines for each Primarch.
But this lion has more than thirty broken bones for the time being.
[So,] the angel smiled, [what is going on now? 】
[A completely destroyed Glory Queen, two warring legions. 】
The lion hissed out the words. Even though he was pulled away by the "force" of the archangel, he still maintained his arrogance.
[Curze betrayed and tried to kill Fulgrim. 】
The truth was told, and in a daze, the Lion King felt that the person opposite him was not an angel, but some... more terrifying existence.
The smile on the angel's lips disappeared.
He had a cold face and lowered his eyes.
[Then let me see the truth. 】
Sanguinius said nonchalantly, reaching out and removing his gauntlet with one hand, revealing his armor-covered hands.
Leon's eyes suddenly opened wide.
The Archangel has nails that are as sharp as Curze's, but neater.
Sanguinius turned his head. He seemed to be choosing, and finally he chose a place on Conrad Curze's neck that seemed relatively intact.
The archangel casually wiped the skin with his hand,
【Forgive me Coz,】
The archangel said softly,
[This determines whether I will kill you next. 】
Space Marines can drink or eat the flesh and blood of their enemies to gain information and memories about certain enemies.
Among the several legions, before Sanguinius returned, the Ninth Legion was the most addicted to this. This ability was not just for obtaining information, but had turned into some kind of cruel instinct.
On high-intensity battlefields, the Ninth Legion will even engage in cannibalism.
Therefore, they received a fearsome title——
Ghoul.
It was not until the return of Sanguinius to the Legion that the situation of the Ninth Legion improved, and that period of history was eventually abandoned and hidden in the depths of history.
Conrad seemed to be trying to struggle, but after being slapped by the angel wings, it looked like his mandible was completely shattered, so he couldn't say anything to resist.
The fingertips pierced the skin and blood flowed out,
It's not the worst yet, the angel thought - because no matter how dirty the traitors are, the blood they shed is still bright red.
From now on, it's hard for the Archangel to say. He has seen with his own eyes what those converted cultists have become.
Sanguinius raised his hand and drank the Night Lord's testimony.
The three of them were still in the space capsule that was hissing and leaking air. Now the temperature inside the capsule was almost consistent with the vacuum outside, but the Archangel had no desire to change the location of the trial.
After what they had just experienced - a real rage - a real bloody hell, the two unruly Primarchs agreed that it was really possible for the current angels to throw one of them into the vacuum.
Leon was silent. He looked at Sanguinius. The archangel drank the blood too skillfully, even with a slight urgency.
The blood spread, and the archangel closed his eyes calmly. He casually lowered his hand in some dejection, and blood dripped from his fingertips.
Inexplicably, both Leon Jonson and Konrad Curze maintained a tacit silence during the time when the Archangel closed his eyes.
The archangel's eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was experiencing nightmares one after another, and he twitched slightly involuntarily.
There was silence in the cabin, and the stars peered at the three primarchs through the cracks in the cabin. The constant sun of Baal cast a clear distinction between light and dark in the cabin.
For a moment, King Caliban's instinct told him to draw his sword and prepare to fight. The enemy was the archangel in front of him.
But in the next moment, that intuition quickly dissipated and disappeared without a trace, turning into dust.
The archangel, who was deeply trapped in the hallucination, trembled at the corners of his mouth, and then the arc became wider and wider——
[…The God Emperor is above. 】
Leon's pupils trembled violently, and he, as well as Curze, clearly heard the words Sanguinius just said.
Sanguinius finally went crazy? !
Leon began to struggle, and Caliban's knight struggled to his feet again, trying to reach the sword where he lay on the ground.
An unarmored hand held his outstretched hand firmly.
No progress.
Leon stabilized his thoughts. He turned his head calmly and saw the archangel with a straight face and tears of blood streaming from the corners of his eyes.
【...I'm fine. 】
Sanguinius said hoarsely,
But that's not how he answered Leon when he held the Lion King's hand. The hand held tighter and tighter - which made the broken arm armor completely overwhelmed, and the lion's blood overflowed from the archangel's clenched fingers.
Those scarlet eyes stared intently at the thick fog of Caliban. After reading Curze's memories, the angel seemed to have more hatred for the Lion King for a short time.
After a brief confrontation, Leon silently gave up the wrestling. He retreated again. The archangel let go of his hand with satisfaction, and blood dripped from his palm.
【Now come to see you. 】
Sanguinius said expressionlessly as the vampire began to drink blood, much to the Lion's subtle displeasure, the Archangel was quickly removed from the Lion's memory.
Sanguinius was silent, staring at the lion in silence. For a moment, Leon suspected that the sculpture named [Archangel] was broken.
The Archangel sighed deeply and deeply.
He buried his flawless face into his hands that were stained with blood, and rubbed his face in self-abasement.
Then the angel raised his face and stared at the lion expressionlessly,
【Now,】
[I announce my verdict,]
Sanguinius said,
[You, the Dark Angels and the Night Lords can all be stationed in Baal, and they can only--must be stationed in Baal. The empire's forces cannot withstand such internal strife again. 】
【What's the meaning? 】
The lion stared at the angel, his eyes became playful,
[Sanguinius, you mean - Conrad Curze is not guilty? 】
The angel rarely paused for a moment.
"No," said Sanguinius, "he is guilty." 】
Maybe you do too, Leo.
The angel said dullly in his heart.
But telling him Fulgrim's prophecy now might just be a waste of trouble.
[Conrad Curze can be locked up, but as long as the Night Lords are willing to cooperate, then Baal welcomes them. 】
【besides,】
The angel narrowed his eyes,
[Leon, I think you should learn a word. 】
【What? 】
【For the God Emperor. 】
This is their last resort.
No more, great!
(End of chapter)
