Dante: Is That You, Father?

After the Great Rift unfolded, the sun disappeared, and the two satellite worlds orbiting Baal Prime also vanished.

Blood flowed through the sky, and flames of rage burned within it.

The children of angels, chanting various slogans, launched an attack, slaughtering the Tyranid creature along the way.

"We are born from the blood of angels, we originate from their essence, and our anger is rooted in their anger at betrayal. Fight in the name of angels, fight in the name of Emperor, fight in the name of humanity."

"We may all fall, but the final victory will be ours."

Dante shouted his final vow.

The other angels' offspring joined him in shouting, their voices deafening.

Dante had lived for nearly 1,300 years.

He had always maintained good control over his Red Thirst and his Black Rage, preventing himself from losing control.

However, today, he relinquished control.

Let your anger ignite your heart.

Suppressed anger and murderous urges were released.

His chest pounded, like an automatic weapon being fired to its malfunction limit.

Sharp fangs pierced his gums, and his muscles swelled, filling his body with indescribable power.

"Blood! Blood! Blood! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Dante and his Sons of the Angel shouted Fanaticism.

They stormed out of Angel's Fortress, burning towards the enemy like a raging fire.

The Tyranid were somewhat slow to react, and their overall coordination had not yet returned to the state it was in before the Great Rift unfolded.

The children of angels were slaughtering with abandon, venting their anger and thirst for blood.

The Tyranid Hormagaunt, with their sharp limbs, swarmed forward, but were all slain by Dante's Axe of Mortalis.

The battleaxe, covered in arcs of electricity, cleaved through the shells of the Tyranid creature, tearing their bodies apart.

As the axe swept across, severed limbs flew through the air, and crimson blood splattered onto the arid desert.

Dante moved like a raging wind, slaughtering every Tyranid he saw, roaring and shouting incessantly.

Boom!

Boom!

The cannons of Angel's Fortress were also unleashing their final barrage.

The mortal servants, led by the Tech-Priests,

Unleash devastating artillery fire upon the enemy.

The massive Swarm was blasted into the air and then torn to pieces by the powerful shockwave.

Dante slaughtered indiscriminately.

As he unleashed his true nature, hallucinations began to appear around him.

He was pulled back to the Siege of Terra, where he fought alongside many of the Sons of the Angel against the traitor's minions.

The heroes who had been recorded in the Blood Angels Codex kept appearing before him.

He saw Amit, the first Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers Chapter.

The opponent was roaring angrily, engaged in a duel with a World Eaters.

An indescribable anger and grief welled up within that ancient hero.

But it was gradually replaced by a sense of emptiness that arose from a profound understanding of the workings of all things.

Immediately afterwards, Dante saw the messenger of death— Zephon.

When the enemy breached the last city wall and charged toward the final Sanctum of the Imperial Palace, he and a group of Blood Angels rushed out, using jetpacks to land in front of the enemy tide, buying time for the survivors to retreat into the Sanctum.

Zephon landed beside an elderly Magos and killed the World Eaters was pursuing him.

"This is your last chance, Arkan, run! You can still get into the Sanctum."

"Zephon, they...they killed my Mon-keigh and my friend."

Dante couldn't comprehend this scene, but he could sense the anguish of both the harbinger of death and the Magos.

The pain of seeing past friendships and brotherhood destroyed in the war.

The images flashed by rapidly, and every hero who had ever been recorded appeared in the hallucination.

Dante's anger grew stronger and stronger.

His rage reached its peak as his gaze followed Sanguinius into the Vengeful Spirit.

When Dante saw the vision of Horus, he subconsciously repeated the words that Sanguinius had shouted on the Vengeful Spirit.

"Why Horus? Why did you betray us?"

Immediately afterwards, he witnessed the death of the angel.

Endless rage consumed most of Dante's sanity.

It filled his mind with nothing but killing and destruction.

The other Blood Angels did the same, shouting and howling, destroying everything in their path.

As the battle reached its most intense moment, golden light appeared in the sky, and an angel flew in, spreading its wings.

Sanguinor appeared.

Immediately afterward, Warp Rift opened, and the Bane Legion arrived on the battlefield.

They wore black armor covered with skulls and gnarled bones.

Fire spewed from their eyes and mouths.

They made no communication with the Blood Angels, but silently joined the battle, shooting down the enemies.

On the other side,

While the ground campaign was in full swing

Qin Yun and his group finally arrived at the Baal System.

"Entering the physical universe."

The Celestial Overseer stood on the high platform and shouted,

With a resounding chime, the warship, which had been prepared, entered the physical universe amidst a tremor.

The baffle rises.

This allowed the numerous Imperium commanders on the bridge to take in everything in the Void.

The fleet, comprised of the many sub-companies of the Blood Angels, is now almost entirely wiped out; every warship is badly damaged.

The swarm of Swarm seemed endless, constantly surging towards them, attempting to completely crush and annihilate them.

"Join the battle," Qin Yun ordered. "Go and save the angel's offspring."

The bridge of the Sword of Baal.

"Lock onto the Bio-ship numbered TG03 and launch missiles."

"Lance fully charged, Captain."

"Aim at that YT117 next to you that looks like an octopus and shoot it through."

"..."

As the captain of the Sword of Baal, Nivia sat on the captain's throne, constantly issuing orders to her crew.

With the fall of large warships such as Glory of the Angel Blade of Vengeance,

The command chain of the Angel Fleet has collapsed.

But she and the other captains continued to fight, dying in the name of angels.

Following her commands and orders, one Bio-ship after another was pierced through.

The shells tore through their biological Flak Armor and flesh.

An astonishing number of shell fragments and enormous chunks of flesh float in space.

Frozen bodily fluids floated in the clouds between the biological spacecraft.

Baal's kill record is outstanding.

Just like its name suggests, it is a sharp sword that can quickly pierce the enemy's chest.

However, for every Bio-ship destroyed, more than twenty more would come to replace it.

This is a war of despair.

Nivia saw no hope of victory.

The number of Swarm is countless, while every single ship on their side is incredibly valuable.

A bright light came from the flank.

On the tactical projection in front of me, a green symbol marking friendly forces turned red and then went out.

The female captain turned her head and saw the exploded ship.

A frigate was entangled by the tentacles of the Bio-ship and torn to pieces.

She sighed softly, then rallied her spirits and continued to face the complex battlefield.

Boom!

The Void Shield was attacked by bio-plasma, causing it to go from dark to light, and then go out again.

The bridge was filled with a cacophony of alarms, and various systems were beeping and shouting.

Although the Tyranid's weapons are not as powerful as the Imperium's, their numbers far exceed those of the Imperium's.

The Void Shield was twisted or pierced by the impact of torpedo spikes and live missiles.

Bioplasma streaked through the Void and bombarded the human ships.

Those enormous Bio-ship also spew out multi-sectioned weapons resembling teeth, filled with tiny metal-eating creatures.

In addition to these long-range weapons, the Tyranid Bio-ship also possess the means to launch attacks at close range.

They spewed out shimmering clouds of gas, approaching the Imperium warships at a deceptively slow pace.

Then, they will use their powerful muscles to forcefully extend their tentacles.

Seize the steel-built warships,

Squeeze it little by little until it explodes.

The Angel Fleet is slowly and irreversibly heading towards its destruction.

Suddenly, a glimmer of hope appeared in Nivia's eyes.

She saw the largest Bio-ship.

That living ship had a single tentacle that was comparable to Battle Barge, and its size was so enormous it was almost despairing.

The ship's surface was covered by thick ice and rocks.

Its head has the base of two huge, scissor-like jaws, a pair of reddish-brown eyes, and a small, tentacle-like mouth.

"Lock onto that Hive Ship, load the Cyclonic Torpedo, and charge the Lance."

Nivia looked at the tactical display screen.

The enhanced mind absorbs feedback information and transforms it into a battle plan.

The Hive Ship is the central command node of the Swarm.

If it is defeated, the entire tentacle will collapse, giving us a brief respite.

"The Lance is fully charged, and the Cyclonic Torpedo warhead is equipped!" the artillery commander shouted.

"Fire!" Nivia shouted.

The vibrations from the firing of the Lance surged from the bow to the stern.

The bright Lance struck the bow of the Swarm mothership.

However, the Lance that could easily pierce through other Bio-ship,

The impact only shattered the surface debris and armor of the Swarm mothership.

Meanwhile, the Sword of Baal was also being targeted by the Swarm mothership.

It opened its enormous mouth and charged toward the Sword of Baal.

The massive number of Bio-ship also reacted, forming an encirclement around Baal's Sword.

The incessant blaring of alarms and the relentless attacks rapidly depleted the Void Shield of the Sword of Baal, bringing it to the brink of collapse.

Boom!

An explosion rang out, and the ship shook and tumbled as if an earthquake had struck.

[B-02's engine was damaged, resulting in a 50% power loss]

[H-03 area shield generator overloaded, urgent assistance needed]

[...]

The scarlet alarm popped up like an avalanche, turning the entire bridge crimson.

"It's all over."

Nivia sat on the captain's throne, watching the ever-growing Swarm mothership open its massive maw, which was filled with sharp teeth.

Her expression was very calm, as she prepared to face her death.

The other crew members also stopped what they were doing.

Through the observation window, they saw the Swarm mothership's gaping maw engulfing the Sword of Baal.

Everyone fell silent; there was no crying, no shouting, only calm.

They have done everything they could.

Both courage and fear have been exhausted in this war.

Now, they only wish to peacefully face death and return to the embrace of angels and Emperor.

At that moment, several Lance fired simultaneously, striking the head of the Swarm mothership.

The pain forced it to turn its head away, sparing the Sword of Baal.

"This is?"

Nivia and the other crew members, who had survived the ordeal, looked on in astonishment.

Looking through the observation window, they discovered that a magnificent giant ship had somehow joined the battle.

The golden Aquila on the bow is particularly eye-catching, lifelike, and seems ready to take flight at any moment.

The gilded hull and the massive number of armor plates were clearly visible to the crew of the Sword of Baal.

On the golden hull stand magnificent statues hundreds of meters tall and extravagant Macro-cannon.

As the Sword of Baal approached the enemy, it was pulled by the enemy's gravitational field.

"This is not our ship, this is the Gloriana-class Battleship..."

Nivia's eyes widened.

"How could there be a Gloriana-class Battleship? Is this a hallucination before we die?"

Before receiving a reply, the Auspex supervisor shouted.

"Captain, a large number of friendly forces have entered the battlefield."

Nivia turned her head and saw that the huge tactical projection sphere was covered with a dense array of symbols representing friendly forces, the number of which was enormous and exaggerated.

"How can there be so many warships?" Nivia was stunned.

Not only her, but the other surviving Sons of the Angel also stared in utter shock at the fleet that had just joined the battle.

Relying on its powerful firepower, the fleet easily fought its way out and rescued the besieged warships.

Under Nivia's watchful eye, the Gloriana-class Battleship continued to fire.

Lance, Nova Cannon, Cyclonic Torpedo, pulse lasers, and more—a terrifying offensive illuminated the Void.

A flurry of explosions erupted on the hull of the Swarm mothership.

Several bright Lance pierced the head of the Swarm mothership, tearing through its tentacles and biological carapace, causing blood to spurt out.

Next came the Cyclonic Torpedo and the Nova Cannon, explosions erupting inside it and destroying three-fifths of its head.

Under the ferocious bombardment of that unnamed Gloriana-class Battleship, the Hive Ship was destroyed.

The massive Swarm fleet was thrown into chaos, but quickly returned to normal.

The strategy of destroying the mothership used to work very well.

But the Leviathan Fleet had encountered this kind of thing far too often.

After suffering repeated losses, the Hive Mind made targeted adjustments to its original command network and tactical strategies.

The spare synaptic nodes are distributed and deployed within smaller Bio-ship.

Once the mothership is destroyed, a new command chain can be quickly established.

Although they didn't achieve a decisive victory, Nivia was still grateful to the unnamed Gloriana-class Battleship.

"Thank you for your assistance. On behalf of the children of angels, I welcome you to Baal."

She initiated a communication with the other party to express her gratitude.

Communication is established, projector is turned on.

An angel wearing golden armor, Crying Mask, a longsword and a staff, and with pure white wings appeared in the projection.

A grateful Nivia's eyes widened.

I can't believe what I'm seeing.

"This is all we should do," the angel in the projection spoke. "No one would stand idly by while the Emperor's loyal servants are sacrificed in vain."

"Sanguinius?" Nivia stammered.

"I am the Living Saint of the God-Emperor, not Sanguinius."

Qin Yun spoke humbly, but Nivia wouldn't listen to his explanation.

The female captain was overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down her face.

"Have you returned to save us, Lord Baal, our King of Angels?"

Those on the bridge who saw Qin Yun on the projection screen were all visibly shocked.

"Sanguinius has returned."

A crew member shouted,

Immediately afterwards, all the crew members cheered.

"Sanguinius has returned."

"He's back. He's back to Save Baal."

"The Lord of Angels, it is the Lord of Angels."

"..."

Standing on the bridge of the Imperial Glory, Qin Yun wore a helpless expression.

There's nothing I can do; the equipment the Emperor provides is just too... unfortunate.

He's become Sanguinius 2.0.

Not to mention these people, even the casual players are convinced that he is the new Sanguinius created by the Emperor.

When Qin Yun's image was transmitted to other ships,

This immediately brought tears to the eyes of the Sons of the Angel had been in despair, filling them with immense joy, and they all proclaimed that Sanguinius had returned.

The reinforcement fleet gave the Angel Fleet, which was on the verge of defeat, a chance to breathe.

The Sons of the Angel watched in astonishment as the human ships joined the battle, using their superior firepower to wipe out the massive Tyranid Swarm.

Especially the flagship, the Gloriana-class Battleship, no Bio-ship could stop it.

They charged headlong into the air, tearing a path through the Tyranid swarm.

Under Xia's command, the Imperial Glory specifically targeted key ships.

Each kill throws the Swarm fleet into brief chaos, making it easier for Imperium warships to reap the rewards.

As Glory of the Imperium gradually gained the upper hand, Qin Yun immediately ordered the execution of an airborne tactic to rescue the Sons of the Angel of Baal Prime.

Baal Prime,

The earth's surface.

The battle has reached its most brutal stage.

With the help of the Bane Legion, they charged towards the Hive Tyrant that had descended upon Baal Prime.

The Hive Tyrant possesses an exaggerated size and sharp limbs.

Standing on its bent-back legs, it is even taller than Dreadnought.

Red spores were ejected from the chimney-like biological structure on its back.

Four matching Wraithbone swords were attached to his arm, their ends heavy and cruel, like those of a reaper.

Dante and the Hive Tyrant clashed, both giving their all in an attempt to kill the other.

After severing his opponent's arm with his battle axe, Dante was thrown into the air and crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Dante's helmet alarm went off, and his armor was damaged in several places.

The Jump Pack on its back even had red rune warnings.

"I'm going to die."

A thought crossed Dante's mind.

After he got up, he looked around.

All the Sons of the Angel have gone mad, consumed by endless rage and a thirst for blood.

They howled as they fought their final, desperate battle.

Dante gave a bitter smile as he recited his vow.

"I am the Lord of Blood, and everything I do is for the purpose of creating my existence."

"I crave neither glory nor Redemption; fighting is my mission, and sacrifice is my duty."

"For the angels, for the Emperor."

Dante kept his eyes fixed on the Hive Tyrant, planning a final attack, a fight to the death.

At that moment, a voice appeared on the Baal Prime, very faint.

At first, it sounded like withered leaves fluttering in a gentle breeze, the soft rustling sound underfoot.

For example, a beetle flapping its dry elytra sounds like a buzzing moth.

They hovered around him, repeating the same pattern over and over again.

As time went by, the voice gradually grew louder.

Like surging, endless waves; like a magnificent, erupting volcano; like the pulse of the Stellaris; like the roar of the gods.

Everything was so shocking and astonishing.

He's here!

A voice was chanted repeatedly.

It was sung by millions of people and called upon by countless wills.

He's here.

Redemption and hope have arrived.

Driven by endless rage, the Blood Angels instinctively looked up at the sky.

The madness in his eyes vanished, and his lost reason returned.

As if a wondrous magic had been cast upon them, the Black Rage that had driven people mad vanished.

They saw Drop Pod and transport ships streaking across the sky, as well as an angel shrouded in light.

The angel soared with outstretched wings, like a real golden sun.

Exhausted, Dante wore a complex expression of shock and confusion.

He reached out his hand toward the sky, as if trying to grasp that illusory Redemption.

"Is that you? My father?"

PS: Angels and Ka'Bandha