Nine Gathered Together

Sanguinius was not merely the primarch most perfectly resembling the Emperor.

He himself had truly served as the Emperor of the Second Imperium!

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In short, this was not exactly a good thing.

Just look at Guilliman and the Lion's expressions right now. They seemed a little helpless.

The two of them had once sworn allegiance to Sanguinius.

Although, not long after swearing that oath, the three of them learned that the Emperor was still alive. They immediately dissolved the Second Imperium and rushed to Terra to save him.

But what had been done was like water poured out—it could not be taken back.

Back then, before the three of them could receive the Emperor's response, before they knew whether the Emperor intended to punish them...

One of the three had died, while the Emperor had sat upon the Golden Throne in silence.

Even though ten thousand years had passed.

The hurdle of the Second Imperium still remained in the hearts of those three brothers.

Still, although they were uneasy about their past mistake, Sanguinius's resurrection mattered more than anything.

The Lion and Guilliman quickly exchanged a glance, then warmly welcomed Sanguinius.

Their other brothers were the same. The primarchs truly liked Sanguinius.

He was the most perfect angel, after all!

Put another way, he was the Imperium's irresistible charmer—the angelic brother best at making friends, with the highest emotional intelligence!

For a moment, even Corax, the grim Imperial Batman, could not help stepping up to Sanguinius's side and asking after his well-being.

Facing the concern of so many brothers, Sanguinius smiled as he looked over his body, then clenched his fists.

"My life did not end within the fate ordained for me.

When I died, I could not see the future as it is now!"

After sighing, he gave