On the other side of the team, the young think tank who was quickly following Joheselius was named Lucius Anteros. His original appearance like an archangel could be regarded as a model for the team - it was a pity that the path that occupied him was The hideous scar that covered half of his face was a scar left from his first recruit trial and has never been removed according to his personal wishes.
He hopes to remember the lesson of that failure forever.
The young think tank walked on the outside of the team, the long golden ponytail above his head swaying in the candlelight. Anteros and Jogecelius, always staring closely at Mephisto who was striding forward.
Walking at the end of the queue of statue-like warriors was a Blood Angel battle brother named Albinu. This warrior's armor was decorated with glittering badges and medals, and several precious battle pieces. The relic distinguishes him from his other battle-brothers and highlights his status as a high-ranking Holy Blood Priest.
There is a pile of sacrificial inscriptions on the Holy Grail hanging on his waist, and an arm-type first aid device is installed on his left hand armor-this group of vicious-looking chain saws and drills helped Albinus save the lives of many brothers who were in crisis. The genetic seeds of countless fallen soldiers were obtained.
The blood slaves standing around looked at Albino with reverence in their eyes, even as much as Dante.
According to rumors, sooner or later Albinu will be promoted to the Supreme Holy Blood Priest, replacing the legendary warrior Cobro who has served for five hundred years, and become the holder of the Scarlet Holy Grail.
The team stopped at the highest point of the mountain and exchanged greetings with the honorary guard captains who stood solemnly.
It wasn't until the scratching sound of armor woke Mephisto out of his meditation that he realized that his soul had already traveled beyond the sky.
He followed Dante through the vault. There was originally an abandoned church on the peak. Now, thirty cold bodies are displayed in the center of the church dome: they have all been stripped of their armor, and they are much stronger than ordinary people's exaggerated muscles. Wrapped in layers of red and gold brocade.
Albinu took the lead and confirmed that everyone's gene seeds had been removed - they would be kept safe and continue to contribute to the Chapter.
This was part of the ritual, and the removal was done shortly after the soldiers died.
Then Albinus removed the silk wrapping the body, and the bitter smell of chemicals filled the small church.
After a symbolic inspection of the cold body and a few eulogies in his mouth, Albino wrapped the brocade back up, stepped back, and nodded to Dante.
As Dante stepped forward, the beautiful music played by the four cloth speakers spread far into the wilderness.
The blood slaves knelt down, clasped their hands, and began to pray devoutly.
Dante took the book held by the blood slave, and his finger movements on the flying pages stopped abruptly at the most appropriate chapter.
He cleared his throat, swallowed the words he was about to say, and looked back at Mephisto.
"Recorder."
The reverberations distorted Dante's timbre.
"Are you willing to send them off personally?"
Mephisto stared intently at the corpse wrapped in layers, unable to recover from his thoughts.
Awakened by Dante's words, he looked up sharply.
"Chapter Master?"
Dante handed over the scroll in his hand.
"This will be the last part of the farewell journey, and it's your turn to highlight their past lives."
Mephisto carefully studied the chapter leader's expression, trying to find any clues of a duplicity - although he also understood that 'duplicity' was never part of Dante's way of being a man.
Realizing what had happened to him, he still wanted to read the eulogy himself?
It's incredible.
Mephisto hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and took the scroll handed out by the Chapter Leader.
"We feel futile and sad..."
His reciting voice was quiet and peaceful. As soon as the think tank's words came out, the surrounding blood slaves fell silent - no one could have expected this final step.
It was not the great Chapter Master, nor the noble Priest of the Holy Blood—it was Mephisto who finally brought the sacrificial warrior's journey to an end.
Through the bright light in the hands of the blood slave, clearly legible words were stuck in Mephisto's throat.
He is also doubting whether he can properly shoulder the burden of his choice?
Dante thinks he's safe, but only Mephisto knows it's not that simple.
Only he understands the price he paid in order to finally return to this world.
Is he strong enough?
Can he really become the Chapter's shadow under the rising sun?
Can he really become a shadow in their souls?
Can he stick to himself?
On the other side, Dante was also studying his actions.
With a sigh, Mephisto gently closed the book and handed it back.
Worry flashed in Dante's eyes, but Mephisto put his palm on the shoulder of a fallen warrior before he could speak, and chanted softly:
"We feel the futility and sorrow for the unfortunate deceased. The blood shed sharpens the angel's blade. Martyrs never die in vain."
For the next ten minutes, Mephisto sang a requiem for the dead from memory—he didn't need the leather-bound hymnbook.
There were few books in the Think Tank Sanctuary that he had not read through, and his memory was always accurate.
Although Dante's eyes met, Mephisto could still feel the eyes of everyone around him - they were watching his mind, waiting for him to waver.
But they are destined to be disappointed. Every time a eulogy is read, Mephisto's voice becomes firmer.
During this process, Albino occasionally cast a worried glance at Dante, and the scene of the conversation between the two a day ago came to his mind again.
"Chapter Commander, what do you think? Even if he looks peaceful on the surface now, it does not mean that he is still complete on the inside. We all know that people who have experienced the Black Rage can no longer be complete, so we must not condone him. wrong?"
In Dante's private room, Albino faced the Chapter Leader and shook his head gently - his attitude was very negative.
Albinu had a firmer attitude towards Mephisto, perhaps because he had seen too many brothers fall into black rage and could not extricate themselves. He insisted on imprisoning Mephisto and then sent him to Baal's Tower of Death. It is another final destination for the lost.
Dante raised his eyebrows when faced with the Holy Blood Priest's attitude.
"I will not 'condone' anyone in my Chapter, Brother Albino, but I am not in the habit of judging my battle brothers without verification either."
Afterwards, the gaze of the most prestigious chapter leader in the empire towards Albinu became as sharp as a razor blade.
"Brothers, we each have our own destiny, and we each have our own burdens."
Finally, Albinus succumbed to Dante's tough attitude.
But that doesn't mean he agrees with Mephisto.
"....The emperor's will can be candled, and the monsters can be exterminated...."
Mephisto's voice became louder and more confident, as if he wanted to prove something.
Under everyone's gaze, the last eulogy he recited was like a thunderous thunder, surging along the farewell queue with the momentum of a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, shocking every heart that had ever doubted him.
"....They deserve the blood of Sanguinius!"
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