"Mephisto?"
Thinking about the name again, Dante suddenly felt a chill.
This is an ominous sign.
But now, it became the new name of the former Chapter's Librarian Callistarius, a new name of his own choosing.
At the same time, he also gave himself another title - the Lord of Death.
When the scarred Callistarius was discovered outside the Halesridge Hive, Dante almost thought he had heard wrong because he had received news of his comrade's "sacrifice" five days ago. , yet he appeared here across a distance of thousands of miles?
Dante chose to check it out in person at that time.
The result shocked him, and even the entire battle group.
It was indeed Halesridge who came back, but he had changed, completely changed.
Becoming mysterious, becoming strange, becoming—
Terrible.
The blood slaves gradually gathered left and right along the winding mountain road. Their figures looked so small in front of the sculptures in the niches and the broken sarcophagi around them.
Cleverly hidden loudspeakers hummed a requiem, and more servants stepped out of the shadows, chanting in memory of their fallen lord—their ivory masks glowing fluorescently under the hoods of their bright red robes.
As the farewell procession moved forward slowly, the blood slaves on the roadside grabbed handfuls of sand and dust and filled the stone steps in front of everyone, paving the way for the deceased and sending the martyrs' souls back to Baal.
This place is a desolate mountain peak one hundred kilometers away from the capital of Halesridge. Dante chose this place as the place of ceremony because this mountain made of red rocks is very similar to the terrain of Baal.
In this war, more than thirty monks were killed. According to the custom of the Blood Angels, their first farewell will be at the place where they died in the battle, so as to guide their souls back to their hometown and the embrace of their original body. Then they will Their remains will follow the battle group back to the monastery fortress, where they will be given a second farewell and their bodies will be buried in the same tomb as the martyrs.
This may seem cumbersome to outsiders, but to the angels, it is of great significance.
Because eventually each of them will experience this process firsthand.
Far away from the front of the Blood Slave queue, the soldiers of the Second Company of the Blood Angels stood solemnly and silently. The soldiers were wearing gorgeous full-body armor, holding battle flags and brand-new lacquer seals of honor in their hands.
The waiting team walked closer and closer along the long ceremonial road. The candlelight swayed on the crimson armor of the soldiers, illuminating the partitions on their faceplates - the dim light and shadow made their faces look like demons.
At the forefront of the team is Commander Dante, the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels Chapter, the sage among the sages, and the beacon that illuminates the darkness in all directions.
He wears gold-colored ceramic armor, and his face is covered with a gold mask depicting the face of Sanguinius. His figure emerging from the shadows is valiant and powerful, and his feet are full of tigers and tigers - there is no trace of him and the battle group at all. Just experienced a big battle.
Dante is like a statue walking out of mythology, holding in his hand a weapon forged from the broken sword of the original body left over from the Horus Heresy - the Ax of Immortality. The sharp ax blade with blown hair and broken hair is stirring with the brilliance of flames. .
The figure advancing beside him was slightly low-key, and his aura was much gloomier.
Callistarius, the former Blood Angels Librarian who now calls himself Mephisto, wears a makeshift armor that doesn't quite fit.
Originally, many people did not want him to attend the farewell ceremony, because everyone knew that he had experienced the black rage——
Some say that he must have made a deal with the devil to survive, some say that this is just a ghost that stole the body of Callistarius, and some say that he is the embodiment of the Black Fury Curse, which will only destroy The people around him were dragged into the abyss. In short, no one wanted to contact him or believe in him.
A few people even claim that Mephisto should be sent to Supreme Priest Astorius for trial, but this is the last outcome most people want to see, because Astorius the Ruthless is within the Chapter No one was more respected and more hated.
He was respected because of his important duties, and he was hated because his duties were always filled with the blood of his own brothers.
For it was Astorius who judged which of the sons of Sanguinius had lost their souls to the fury of darkness, and which of his sanity had deteriorated to the point where they could no longer serve in battle.
After finding the Lost One, Astorius had only one decision to make. A violent blow to the Lost One's neck, cutting off his brother's head to end the dark and violent suffering.
Of course, this is undoubtedly an act of mercy and relief for the cursed, but no brother can feel comfortable in the presence of Astorius. After all, they know that his forbidden ax may one day fall. onto their heads.
Therefore, if Mephisto is sent to Astorius, there is no doubt that he will be sentenced to death.
This voice was immediately suppressed by Chapter Leader Dante with his huge authority.
He is the only one who still believes that Mephisto is still the Callistarius of the past, even if something incomprehensible happens to him.
So this time, he overcame all objections and allowed Mephisto to attend the farewell ceremony, while further expressing his attitude - even if the other party changed his name, he was still their brother in the war group.
Similar to Dante, Mephisto also holds his head high and stares ahead.
But unlike Dante's flawless golden face, which exudes holiness, the pale face of the think tank is full of contempt and coldness, as if he is warning all the onlookers who dare to look at him.
His long hair fluttered in the wind on the back of his head, reflecting the elegant silver-white color, and his stern face, chopping with knives and axes, stood out among the Blood Angels.
And his majestic temperament, which dwarfs that of mortals, also reveals inhuman beauty, and dark secrets lurk in his unblinking deep eyes, just like Sanguinius himself appearing in a cruel nightmare.
On his waist, his power sword, Vitalus, still hung.
Behind the leader and the think tank was a little angel wearing a smock. It was similar in size to a baby, with a chest made of slender and delicate metal ribs, and its face was covered by an ivory visor of the same style as the blood slaves.
There was a pair of weak metal wings on its back, and it held a tray in its hand, supporting a large piece of polished brass: its shiny surface was engraved with obscure incantations and patterns.
Behind the little angel were two think tanks: they wore blue armor according to the doctrine, and the collars on both sides of their heads were filled with tubes to coordinate their psychic powers.
The ancient runes on the armor show their identities. They are Mephisto's past comrades.
The think tank who was walking in front was obviously older. Even among the Blood Angels, who were famous for their longevity, he was considered 'old'. His armor was decorated with various medals and military exploits, and he was covered in dazzling golden light. Even compared to the Chapter Leader, he is not allowed to make any concessions.
The carefully cut beard and hair are silver-grey in color, and the eyes are like a pair of sapphires - a souvenir of the long years of glancing at the subspace.
His name was Gaius Jogecelius.
Ignoring the dust thrown by the crowd covering his boots, Jorgeselius always stared closely at his chapter leader and friend-Mephisto.
He was the first person to examine Mephisto, and only Dante and him knew the results of the examination——
From the moment he touched Mephisto, he knew that this secret would be buried in his heart forever.
Callistarius had truly left them forever.
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