Dante seldom sleeps outside Baal. He always has too much to do, too many problems waiting for him to make decisions, and the actions of his men must be constantly understood and carried out at the appropriate time. intervention.
Thousands of souls seek his guidance, and billions of creatures need his protection. The Space Marine's constitution allows him to remain alert at all times, and lack of sleep will not have much impact on him.
He can only rest his soul when he rests in the Blood Coffin Hall.
After all, he is still just a human being, and he needs sleep, otherwise he will not return to his flagship as soon as the war is over.
This kind of rest is very short-lived. After a few hours, he has to open his eyes and deal with more things.
Including meetings with two Chapter Masters.
As he tossed and turned in bed, bloody dreams still tormented him.
The Traitor Astartes are walking across the burning world, the Traitor Primarch is leading the twisted legions on a bloody path, and the screams of billions of humans are shaking the foundations of the real world.
The Milky Way is constantly fluctuating, the demon army rushes out from the cracks in the sky, and the big brass bell rings the doomsday bell.
destroy! destroy! destroy!
Dante was attacked from both sides. A huge face was gradually emerging above him, looking down at Dante with victory.
"Horus!"
Dante gasped as a huge claw reached down and grabbed him, ready to crush him.
"grown ups."
An old voice was mixed in the noise of hell.
"grown ups!"
Then, a pair of weak hands was shaking his arm.
Dante suddenly woke up. Stimulated by the terrifying things in his dream, he suddenly stretched out his hands and choked the old servant's throat.
His teeth were sticking out, his face was congested, and his nightmare made him involuntarily put himself into a fighting state.
"Sir, it's me!"
Alafeo's twisted fingers tried in vain to loosen Dante's hand. The Blood Angels Chapter Master's fangs stretched out, and the blood slave's heart rate rose sharply under his iron fist.
"Sir, please wake up quickly!"
The next moment, the suffocating pressure on Alafeo's throat disappeared, and Dante's face gradually became clearer.
Alafeo took several steps back, and Dante quickly rolled out of bed, rushed to the attendant, and supported him with the hand that had been trying to strangle Alafeo a few seconds ago.
"Old boy."
Dante was rendered speechless by self-recrimination.
"I...I'm very sorry. Did I hurt you? The dreams I've had lately have been very dark. Are you okay? Look at me!"
Alafeo leaned on the edge of a sofa, and Dante gently held his face and examined it carefully.
The pinch marks on the servant's neck were gradually fading.
"I'm fine, sir."
Seeing that the other party was fine, Dante reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Old man, why do you suddenly appear here?"
"I have done everything you asked me to do and am ready to wait for you to wake up, but -"
"Please forgive me. You performed your duties brilliantly, but I almost hurt you."
"It's okay, my lord."
Dante resisted the urge to contradict him.
"What do you mean it doesn't matter? I can definitely break your neck, and you are only one step away from death."
"But I am not dead, my lord."
Alafeo gasped and smiled:
"I asked you to rest. I will be more careful when serving you in the future."
Dante smiled.
"At least your spirit has not been damaged, my friend."
Dante glanced at the clock, he couldn't remember the time before he went to bed.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"You have slept less than five hours, my lord."
"Five hours?"
Dante had originally planned to take a three-hour nap, because there was a very important banquet next - he had to meet in person with the famous Soshiyan Chapter Leader of the Astral Knights.
"Why didn't anyone wake me up?"
Alafeo looked his master in the eyes. It took him half a century after serving in the army to dare to do this for the first time. He was also one of the few people Dante allowed to see his face.
They are both old, but only by their own standards.
"Because I did not allow them to do this, you have expended too much energy, my lord. You must rest."
"I appreciate your concern, but I have matters to attend to, and they are far more important than my rest."
With trembling hands that were twisted like tree roots from arthritis, Alafeo held out Dante's towel.
Dante's eyes stopped on the hands, and the old servant looked aside, ashamed of his own weakness.
"I will rest, and you should go and rest too."
Alafeo's trembling hands were still stretched forward.
"You haven't rested, how can I rest with peace of mind?"
"We are different, our destinies are different, and our responsibilities are also different."
"Your responsibility is much greater than mine, sir. If I had passed the test, maybe my burden would be similar to yours, but I don't. I am a servant, not an angel. .....Nonetheless, we should all serve the Emperor in our own way, and my way is to help you bear as many of your burdens as possible, no matter how small."
"Yes, we all serve."
Dante took the towel, Alafeo bowed, turned around and prepared to open Dante's coat rack and take out a new lining.
His movements began to slow down, and his hands shook more violently whenever he tired, which he was getting tired more and more easily.
On the one hand, there are fifteen hundred years of fighting as a warrior, and on the other hand, there are eighty years of service as a servant, but in the final analysis, both of them are just servants.
Dante looked at the other party and suddenly thought, if he had a choice, would he exchange identities with his attendant military attaché?
Dante didn't think he would do it voluntarily, but if he didn't have a choice, he would never complain about it.
No matter what, serving the Emperor is serving the Emperor, there is no distinction between superior and inferior.
Everyone has a role to play, and Alafeo is right in this regard.
This humility in his servant made him feel ashamed.
"Arafeo."
Dante said softly:
"You have done enough for me today. Thank you for sparing me a lot of hard work. I am deeply grateful for it. Now go and rest. This is an order."
"Sir, time is very tight. Our distinguished guests are already on their way."
"I understand, then quickly put on my armor."
He turned his head away from Alafeo.
"Of course, my lord."
The old servant nodded and took out a brand new set of lining.
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