Sanguinius Manifested

In the meeting held in the Council of Blood Hall

Dante officially issued the order to wage war.

The Blood Angels Chapter will launch Dark Imperium Crusade to wipe out the Imperium's enemies until peace is restored to the Dark Side.

Of course, logistics is key to supporting such a large-scale war.

As the saying goes, "An army marches on its stomach."

Launching a large-scale campaign without sufficient war resources would undoubtedly hasten the collapse of the Imperium Nihilus.

After the Great Rift unfolded, Warp Storm raged.

Many Forge World and Agri World have lost contact with Baal.

They were unable to provide Baal with weapons, ammunition, food, and other supplies for his Dark Imperium Crusade.

At present, the only sector capable of meeting the logistical needs of the Dark Imperium Crusade Calixis Sector, which has undergone reforms and experienced a surge in productivity.

To resolve logistical issues, Dante personally spoke with the Sector Governor, Feng.

The two sides held discussions for more than three hours and reached a cooperation agreement.

Feng promised to provide ample logistical supplies for this Dark Imperium Crusade.

Feng also made Dante make a guarantee.

To assist the officials dispatched by the Calixis Sector government.

To promote reforms in those reclaimed parts of the world.

After the meeting, Dante went to the Sanctum Librarians the Angel's Fortress.

The warden, dressed in a black cloak, stood at the dark entrance.

The flickering firelight from the brazier on the wall stretched their shadows.

Standing in the darkness, they saluted the Chapter Master.

After Dante returned the greeting, he stepped inside.

The underground tunnels leading to the Librarius Sanctum are like a maze, winding and endless.

The walls of the corridor are made of obsidian, which is formed from cooled lava. They are very smooth and can faintly reflect the firelight from the braziers on the walls.

Dante walked up to a huge door.

Several Blood Thralls, clad in crimson armor and wielding powered spears, guarded the two sides of the door.

Their eyes shone with a psychic glow in the dim light.

As servants of the Librarius Sanctum, these Blood Thralls also possess psychic powers.

"Lord of the Blood Angels".

"Lord of the Blood Angels".

After the two Blood Thralls examined Dante's biomarker, they bowed to him and then opened the door to let him in.

As you walk in, you'll see towering columns, their surfaces adorned with carvings of angels and demons, supporting the dome of this underground space.

Rows of mechanical devices are neatly arranged along the cave wall, with thick pipelines weaving between the machines to provide them with energy.

In the center stands a magnificent angel sculpture.

The angel sculpture rests its right hand lightly on the rounded pommel of a greatsword made of stone.

His left hand reached forward, and a blazing ball of light, burning with intense flames, floated in his broad palm.

If there were any players here, they would definitely be screaming.

Because that scorching ball of light wasn't some Plasma Reactor, but a real star.

During the Great Crusade, the Emperor used his immense power to bind this star with pure force, compressing it into a burning fireball.

But its quality has not changed.

Once freed from its constraints, it will rise into the sky and become a true star.

This is also the Blood Angels' strongest trump card.

Dante had considered the possibility that if Baal's world failed to hold off Tyranid, leading to a complete collapse,

Then he will unleash this trump card.

At that time, both Baal's people and the Tyranid will be completely reduced to ashes by the star's high temperature.

Dante could not imagine what kind of power would be needed to bind a star and make it his possession.

The Emperor did just that, and even presented the star as a gift to his son, Sanguinius.

Inside the temple were several Blood Angels and members of the Adeptus Mechanicus dressed in scarlet robes.

Hearing footsteps, Lacerus, a Librarians member, turned around.

When he saw Dante, a look of surprise crossed his face.

"Chapter Master."

Dante nodded and asked, "How is Mephiston?"

"He has crossed the Primaris boundary, but his vital signs continue to decline."

Lacerus moved to the side.

Make way for Dante.

Dante walked over and saw a huge iron coffin. The Chief Librarian lay inside, submerged in nutrient solution.

Numerous data cables were connected to various parts of his body.

The data screen next to the iron coffin displayed a smooth data curve.

The lifeblood of the Chief Librarian is slowly dying out.

However, the numerous Blood Angels and Magos were powerless to help.

The transformation can only be considered complete if the creator's own will transcends the Primaris Threshold; otherwise, it is a failure.

The risk of an existing Astartes becoming Primaris is far greater than the risk of a mortal becoming Primaris Marines through the Twenty-One Surgeries.

But Mephiston had no choice; in order to suppress the ever-growing psionic power, he had to choose Primaris.

Mephiston's original name was Calistarius, and he was the scribe of the First Company of the Blood Angels.

During the Second Armageddon War, he went to Hades Hive to rescue the trapped people and became a victim of Black Rage.

After being assigned to the Death Company, he was ordered to participate in a raid on an Ecclesiarchy building.

He was trapped underground after the building collapsed.

For seven whole days, the trapped Calistarius was tormented by Red Thirst and Black Rage.

He roared day and night, and finally, through sheer willpower, he forcefully suppressed his Red Thirst and his Black Rage.

On the seventh night, he gained the power to break free and was reborn as Mephiston, the Lord of Death.

Once freed, he easily slaughtered hundreds of Ork Boy, causing the Ork to flee in terror.

After Mephiston returned to the Chapter, his psychic powers grew stronger day by day, eventually leading to his promotion to Chief Librarian.

However, acquiring this power did not come without a price.

As Mephiston grew stronger, a black angel appeared behind him.

At the same time, an incomparably pure darkness gradually eroded his soul and flesh.

Considering the possibility of his own corruption, Mephiston, persuaded by Lacerus, underwent a Primaris Upgrade.

Seeing Mephiston's current state, Dante sighed.

"Hopefully he can pull through. The army will soon be assembled and head to the Rontien System."

"The chances of him being able to participate in this war are very slim," Lacerus said.

"Well!"

Dante sighed softly and turned to leave.

Lacerus watched Dante leave, then turned to look at Mephiston lying in the iron coffin.

After hesitating for a moment, he closed his eyes and released his soul, wanting to try to summon the lost Mephiston.

The Primaris conversion technology, optimized by the Living Saint and Xi Ling, has minimized the mortality rate.

However, there are still risks involved in the conversion process.

While in a coma, Mephiston's soul was plunged into a complex illusion.

He first returned to Baal Secundus, his hometown.

"Baal Secundus?"

Mephiston looked around and saw a vast, boundless desert plain, with sand dunes rising at the horizon.

He had visited those sand dunes when he was young.

He knew that beneath those undulating sand dunes lay the remains of colossal buildings from Dark Age of Technology, remnants of human ingenuity.

Mephiston withdrew his gaze and examined his own body.

He was still a Space Marines, but he wasn't wearing Power Armour.

Instead, he was wearing a linen garment.

"Child."

A voice called out, and a gaunt woman staggered toward them from a distance.

She was wearing faded clothes, and her face was etched with wrinkles from the passage of time.

The woman burst into tears Mephiston.

"You've grown up, child."

Mephiston stared intently at the other person.

Long-buried memories surged forth from the depths of my mind.

This is his mother.

She personally escorted him on his journey of angelic trials.

More memories flooded in.

Growth, laughter, tears—those memories are all from his past as Calistarius.

"Stay, child, you've done enough."

The woman reached out and took Mephiston's hand.

Her hands were small and rough, yet they gave off a warm and comforting feeling.

"You are just a memory."

Mephiston's tone was calm, without the slightest hint of emotion.

"Child," the woman called out gently, "I'm your mother. You said that when you became an angel, you would come back to protect your mother."

Mephiston slowly closed his eyes, and the woman's cries grew more urgent, eventually turning into a vicious curse.

However, Mephiston ignored whatever the other party said or did.

Everything here is fake, merely memories from the Warp.

Mephiston began to undergo the trials of the past, silently reciting the ancient vows and reaffirming his beliefs.

He used meditation to construct the image of the Emperor in his mind, which was the most powerful means of resisting the corruption of the Warp.

The woman's cursing stopped.

Then came others: the crazed heretics and grotesque Xenos he had killed.

They screamed for Revenge, but Mephiston kept his eyes closed, resisting them with the power of his mind.

The training for Librarians is extremely rigorous and demanding.

Only in this way can their resilient spirit be forged.

Thus, we confront the madness of the Warp.

Mephiston tried to break the illusion by force, but even after the illusion created by the Warp memories disappeared, he was still trapped there.

"Take a break, Calis," a hoarse voice whispered in Mephiston's ear. "You'll have to stay here for a while until things are settled before you can leave."

Mephiston ignored the voice and continued trying to escape.

"Uh! I'm serious, Calis, open your eyes."

The voice rang out again.

"The more you do this, the more time you waste."

After another failed attempt by Mephiston,

Realizing he truly couldn't leave this place, he slowly opened his eyes and saw the person who had spoken.

A man was standing on a distant slope watching him.

The other person was short and thin, like an ordinary resident of the satellite Baal, with his hips severely tilted to the left.

His nose was bright red and had several scratches.

The ears are positioned one above the other, lacking any sense of symmetry or beauty.

A few clumps of dry, yellow hair still grew sporadically on his Scalp.

Those small eyes gleamed like flint fragments, dangerous and sharp.

Compared to the robust and graceful Mephiston, the man appeared slovenly.

"Ancient gods, you have finally opened your eyes." The man brandished a twisted wooden staff, grinning to reveal a set of rotten teeth. "Do you remember me?"

Mephiston frowned; he couldn't remember what the other person looked like.

He lost most of his memories after being promoted to Astartes.

"I am Mephiston..."

Before he could speak, the other person lowered his voice and began to mock, "I am the Lord of Death."

"When you were still a mortal, you were a proud and arrogant little belly, and gaining power made your flaws even worse."

"You are not real, just memories from the Warp," Mephiston emphasized.

The man laughed even harder. He walked down the slope and scratched his face with his mud-covered hands.

"I felt like I was real; the texture was very realistic."

"Who exactly are you?" Mephiston asked.

"It's really heartbreaking. You used to swear you'd remember my name for the rest of your life." The man made an exaggerated expression of sadness.

"Did I make such a promise?" Mephiston shook his head. "I have lost my memories of what it was like before I became Astartes, and I only retain some relationships with important members."

"But I still can't find your memories, which means that you were just an insignificant passerby in my past heart."

The man paused for a moment, a black line appearing on his forehead.

"I really can't understand how someone with your personality has survived this long?"

"I shouldn't have stopped your father from killing you!!"

Mephiston looked at the other man. "You know my father. Judging from the looks of it, you must have been dead for a long time."

"Well, dying here is nothing!!" The man slammed his cane on the ground. "As long as you can evade the predators or those rotten gods, the Land of the End is not a bad place."

"Forget it, let's not say any more. Let's go. I'll take you where you should go."

The man turned and took a few steps, then turned back to signal the Lord of Death to follow.

Mephiston hesitated for a moment, then followed.

After a while, the two arrived at the entrance of a dark cave.

"Where is this?" Mephiston asked.

"The place where you made your choice," the man replied.

"What choice?" Mephiston asked, looking puzzled.

"Your fate, and the fate of your Chapter."

The man made Mephiston stand in front of the cave.

Without any suspicion, Mephiston stepped forward.

Immediately afterwards, he was kicked into the cave by the other party.

"How dare you..."

Mephiston roared in anger as he fell.

Finally, he landed in an underground space where a vast amount of crimson crystals grew.

The towering, blood-red crystal was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the figures of hundreds and thousands of Mephiston.

They varied in size and shape, and like a revolving lantern, they reflected the myriad aspects of life of the Lord of Death.

From childhood to adolescence, everything is available.

Mephiston glanced at it, then looked away and strode deeper into the underground space.

They encountered no danger along the way and arrived smoothly in front of a magnificent throne.

Here, he saw the Black Angel and the Golden Angel from Baal's legend.

They stood on either side of the throne, like loyal guards.

Legend has it that even before humans arrived on this planet, there were already tales of Golden Angel and Black Angel.

The Golden Angel represents kindness, purity, and innocence.

The Black Angel represents flaws, Red Thirst, and Black Rage.

Seated on the throne was an angel with a handsome face, wearing golden armor and having pure white wings.

"Living Saint? What are you doing here?"

At first glance, Mephiston almost mistook him for Living Saint.

After careful examination, it was found to be incorrect.

The Living Saint's hair was black, while the one before him had flowing golden hair.

After confirming that the other person was indeed Sanguinius, Mephiston's eyes widened in disbelief.

He stuttered when he spoke.

"Saint... Saint... Gilles!! My father, what are you doing here?"

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