Chapter 167 03.0166: "Omen of Baal's Destruction"

On the distant planet Baal Prime, scarlet dust blew up with the storm, covering the white bones of a mutated beast.

The weather here is scorching hot, the climate is harsh, and there is no grass. It is thousands of times worse than the Sahara Desert in ancient Terra.

The home planet of the Blood Angels, even the sand dunes are red.

The color comes from deadly chemical pollution and terrible radiation from the surrounding Hades galaxy.

This makes the entire planet no different from a dead world.

Baal, which consists of two satellites, Baal I and Baal II, and Baal Prime, is the home of the Blood Angels.

The majestic Araxes City of Angels is located in this Death Desert.

The tall and magnificent fortress-monastery is so exquisitely decorated that it looks like another Macragge Palace.

It forms a sharp contrast with the harsh environment outside.

The Holy Blood Guards, wearing golden armor and golden death masks, stood at one post between two Roman columns.

Standing motionless in the hall like a golden sculpture.

A tall, golden warrior with a translucent body and inviolable majesty sat on the throne, his right hand as hard as steel supporting his chin.

He is Dante, the current Chapter Master of the Blood Angels.

However, at this moment, the sitting posture and temperament of this legendary chapter leader were like a drowsy old king.

He wore the golden death mask of Sanguinius, and no one could see what was underneath the mask.

Is it tiredness? Is it sadness? Is it determination? Or is it expressionlessness?

No one knows, and no one understands what this old warrior who has lived for 1100 years is thinking now.

From a thousand years ago to a thousand years later.

Most of those who once knew him have returned to the Golden Throne.

And now, this stoic Blood Angel still fulfills a Sanguinius-like role.

Cares for and leads his brood and his battle-brothers into the darkening 41st Millennium.

"Sir." The company commander saluted solemnly first.

The rituals of the Blood Angels are both refined and elegant.

There are no people as noble and respectable as them among the hive nobles in any imperial world.

"Go ahead, Captain Afel. I heard you were attacked."

"It has been resolved, my lord. In addition, we have discovered a Blood Herald."

"Has the Sforza messenger confirmed it?"

"I have confirmed it, my lord." The disembodied voice came from above the blood-filled golden chalice in front of the noble chapter master.

"The ninth and final one." Dante finally changed his actions. He sat up majestically and said:
"Then tell me about his feat."

Brother Romain Rolland stepped forward and said, "This man is an officer of the Imperial Navy. At the Holy Rose Sisters' sanctuary in Abyssal Harbor, he successfully resisted the invasion of demons, bloodletters, and traitors and heretics with hundreds of people and three battle brothers."

"He resisted the corruption incredibly and accompanied us in the attack. We saw an angel resembling Sanguinor appear above his head." said a Blood Angels sergeant who participated in the battle of the Maiden Cathedral.

"Angel incarnation?" Dante's tone sank.

"At least that's how it looks to me, my Lord. Under the possession of that angel, this mortal killed two traitorous heretics Astartes."

Dante was silent.

Although the miracles manifested by each Herald of the Holy Blood are different, it is not uncommon for angels to transform into human form.

However, in the past thousands of years, there have been only a few cases of an angel possessing a tiny mortal.

Every time this happens, it means that the prophecy revealed this time is not simple.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
An extremely heavy and shocking sound of footsteps came from the entrance of the hall.

Sizzle! —

All the Holy Blood Guards raised the scarlet swords in their hands and saluted the newcomers.

Their movements were respectful but also cautious.

Dante looked up.

The man who was walking towards him was tall and mighty, wearing a scarlet fine-crafted power armor with a tall neck guard that resembled the standing collar of an evening dress in vampire mythology.

It makes people feel cold and scary.

He had long silver hair that fell to his shoulders, and two thick silver nerve plugs on both sides of his forehead.

Generally, the more powerful the psychic, the thicker the nerve plug.

He was pale, with scarlet eye shadow at the corners of his eyes, and his entire eyes were blood red. Combined with his appearance, he looked like a vampire duke walking out of a horror mural. "Brother Mephiston." Dante looked at him.

Looking at the strongest psychic in the empire before him, the only powerful warrior who had withstood the wrath of darkness, the chief think tank director of the Blood Angels Chapter.

"The 9th Blood Herald has been found. What is the prophecy this time?" asked the Chapter Master.

Mephiston had a gloomy face and did not answer the question from the majestic Chapter Master.

Dante just sat there, and the atmosphere between the two of them was filled with a terrible sense of oppression.

The noble golden-armored warrior spoke first: "Is this prophecy very heavy?"

Dante knew that only when the weight of the prophecy was so heavy that it could not be known to outsiders would this terrifying chief think tank director be so restrained.

The Chapter Master waved his hand.

The Holy Blood Guards quickly turned left and marched out of the hall, blocking the road leading to the hall from the outside. Anyone who wanted to meet the chapter elder had to wait outside.

The messenger also tactfully blocked the sound transmission on both sides.

"Please go ahead, Brother Mephiston. I didn't know you saw the prophecy this time. So what did you see?"

The most powerful think tank in history opened his mouth slightly, revealing his scarlet fangs.

"The entire Baal, our three homes, and the remains of the Gene Father will be swallowed up by the filthy and brutal Tyranids..."

This legendary Chapter Master, who had lived for more than a thousand years and had seen almost everything, was now pinching his golden gauntlets on the armrests of the throne with such force that his iron hands were shaking slightly.

"All the Sons of Sanguinius will meet their end, Mother and Daughter, us... all of us, all the Sons of Sanguinius will perish here."

Dante, who was usually calm in the face of almost anything, actually breathed a sigh of relief this time when facing the survival of the entire lineage of Sanguinius.

"No... Impossible! Are you sure you didn't read this prophecy wrong?! Tyranids? These weak bugs can't do it!
They are a scourge to the Imperium, but not powerful enough to destroy the entire Scion of Sanguinius, let alone destroy Baal and devour the remains of our Gene-Father."

It was rare for Chapter Master Dante to speak so many words at once.

He clenched his fists, analyzing whether Mephiston was still sane.

When this chief think-librarian was still called Calistarius, he was just an ordinary chapter think-librarian.

Later, in a battle, he was corroded by the curse in his blood and erupted in dark rage.

From then on he was incorporated into the Blood Angels' Death Company.

During the Second Battle of Armageddon, his Death Company was deployed to Hades Hive to launch an assault on a group of Orks entrenched in the Ecclesiarchy's buildings.

Calistarius and his violent and crazy vampire brothers slaughtered and killed flesh and blood in the orc battle line.

The fighting was extremely fierce and the destructive power was horrific.

The fierce battle lasted until the entire building collapsed, burying everyone alive.

Calistarius was the only survivor, severely wounded and trapped by the boulder.

In front of his eyes, the scene of himself, the father of genes, being brutally murdered and beaten into a pulp by the traitor Horus kept replaying.

He howled all the time because of his thirst for blood and death, and then relived endless nightmares one after another, and spent the most torturous seven days and six nights in his life.

During these seven days and six nights.

He collapsed, went mad, and lost all reason.

By the fourth day, he was already in a trance.

Even the death of the father of genes seemed so numb in his eyes.

He began to fight against the illusion, began to gaze actively, and began to fight back.

Until midnight of the seventh day.

He had done what no Blood Angel had ever done before, and that was to overcome the Blood Thirst and the Black Rage.

A miracle. It could be called the miracle of the advent of Saint Gilles.

He also gained unparalleled strength, using psychic shock waves to break the huge rock that was pressing down on his body.

From this day on, the most powerful psychic in the empire, Mephiston, the Lord of Death, was born.

However, Dante was still worried that he would lose control again.

Mephiston is the strongest warrior of the Blood Angels, and also the deepest darkness in their souls.

The Chapter Master looked closely at the Chief Librarian.

He used the rationality and wisdom that the long years had brought him to suppress his raging anger and irritability, and carefully and critically judged the authenticity of the prophecy held by the chief think tank director.

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(End of this chapter)