Sanguinius! I Really, Really Love You!

One of our Battle Brother has gone astray.

This is not a common saying.

In the Legiones Astartes, casualties are common, and even those so badly wounded that only their torsos remain can be crammed into the Dreadnought.

However, the casualty reports never mention the term "lost".

"Lost." Lorgar smiled calmly. "Sister, your offspring may very well need our guidance and advice."

"Your legion's offspring are so obsessed with the power and glory you have displayed that many seem to have forgotten that this is also a gift from the Emperor."

"But this power ultimately comes from him, from the gift of the great Emperor."

These words also carried a hint of accusation.

After all, everyone has witnessed the Blood Angels' fanaticism for Sanguinius.

In Lorgar's view, this excessive veneration of the Legion Primarch, even surpassing the veneration of the Emperor himself, could very likely cause the Legion to split from the Imperium.

For example, they might completely abandon the Emperor at some point.

They then supported Sanguinius as the new emperor and established the Second Imperium of Man.

(His judgment was entirely correct.)

"Perhaps your offspring need the help of us, the Word Bearers, sister."

"Let me explain to them the greatness of the Emperor, and let them return to the Emperor's will."

Thank you for your concern.

When asked by Lorgar, Sanguinius replied with an awkward yet polite smile.

"Perhaps in some more comfortable time in the future, I will lead the Blood Angels to ask you about faith and loyalty to the Emperor."

"As for now, I may need to leave temporarily to handle some internal affairs of the legion."

Excuse me, everyone.

With that, Sanguinius quickly retreated, not lingering there.

"Sister, but I—"

Just as Lorgar was about to give chase, Sanguinius pushed off with his body and flew towards the direction of the Blood Angels, relying on the pure white wings behind him.

Sanguinius can fly.

She flew away quickly.

"Wait! Sir, wait for me!"

Even Raldoron didn't have time to get on the bus.

"In there."

Raldoron's urgent words came from the Land Raider he was piloting.

Thanks to the kind-hearted Kasgar who temporarily lent him an airship, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to keep up with Sanguinius's full-speed flight.

After the engine noise gradually subsided, he jogged down from the assault boat and said to a temporary blockade set up by legion members, "We isolated him after assessing the situation."

"Name?"

"Alotrus".

Raldoron replied, "A hardworking Battle Brother, even if his achievements are not remarkable. From the 111th Company, under Commander Targas."

"How much does Company Commander Targas know?"

"The Alotrus brothers died gloriously, atomized in the explosion of the Xenos, a noble end."

Following behind them was Azcalon, a golden-haired Blood Angels.

His expression was as solemn and pained as the two people in front of him.

Perhaps the Blood Angels are a bit eccentric in other ways, but at this crucial moment, the two legion commanders, Raldoron and Azcalon, still retained the rationality they had when they were still the Grave Wardens Legion.

"Excuse my bluntness, Mother."

"Summoning you from the battlefield to the presence of other Primarch carries a high risk of exposure."

"This should be handled by us. Handle it quietly."

"No, Azcalon."

Sanguinius rejected his offer.

"My child, no Blood Angel will die quietly."

The stench of blood, as strong as the smell of money, permeated the air even more intensely.

This is a temple built by the Nephilim.

No, a more accurate description would be the religious buildings that the Nephilim forced the human inhabitants to believe in and compelled them to build.

Before this place was completely reduced to ruins by the guardians of the Word Bearers, the Angel had one last thing to do.

"We're here, this is it."

Finally, they stopped in front of the ruins of a temple that was about to collapse, pointing to the center of the circular hall, where a figure was kneeling and looking down at the ground.

There were many dead people sharing the room with him.

Like the audience surrounding the central stage on a circular theater platform, they encircled the edge of the hall, forming a small fence around him.

Fragments of neurotechnology from the Nephilim corpses, along with human armor and limbs, and weapons and machinery shattered into tiny pieces—all these things piled up together, filling the ruins.

The Blood Angels Alotrus stood right in the center of the corpse, mechanically scooping up handfuls of what appeared to be a mixture of blood and black liquid, and bringing them to his lips.

He was still sipping his drink, unhurriedly.

"Alotrus".

He was awakened by the call from Sanguinius, from the greatest mother of the Blood Angels.

He seemed to sense a sense of unease, a guilt that his mother would feel ashamed if she saw him doing this, which made him choose to splatter the blood in his hand aside and look around.

He wanted to hide all of this from Sanguinius.

Only then were people able to see his appearance.

His blood-soaked lips looked particularly terrifying, and his long, sharp fangs, which should not have appeared in a human mouth, stretched outwards to an extreme degree.

His eyes were dyed a scarlet color, with all the whites of his eyes disappearing, and he looked at his Primarch with the unease of the Beast.

Sanguinius saw in it a kind of thirst, a thirst for blood in addition to a thirst for her.

Alotrus became a monster.

Just like when they were mutants who underwent modifications to transform themselves from monsters in the eyes of others into humans.

This change completely returned them to their true nature, transforming them back into their original state as monsters.

He uttered incoherent sentences, like a schizophrenic, roaring and threatening the Angel while simultaneously trying to get close to Angel.

The Blood Angel's armor was severely damaged; muscle fiber bundles were torn, and the Ceramite was cracked. It appeared that the breastplate had been completely ripped open at the sternum, leaving a gruesome, exposed wound beneath.

There was even a broken hole in his right chest, left by Nefertari's shrieking weapon.

Such severe injuries would render even a seasoned Space Marine, let alone an ordinary human, unable to stand again.

But he can.

Not only that, the Blood Angel stood up in confusion, like a child who had made a mistake, wanting to flee the place.

"Alotrus!"

Of course, he couldn't escape.

"Break free from this curse."

Sanguinius's voice was filled with sorrow. "This is not your destiny, my child, it is my fault."

"Wake up, and come back to us!"

She called out urgently, even though past experience told her that doing so would have no effect, but she was still willing to try again.

Time and time again.

Until all the Blood Angels can be freed from this curse, so that they will no longer be lost.

But she couldn't do it.

Perhaps Sanguinius' call could temporarily deter him from drinking blood.

But that most fervent desire from the depths of his genes overwhelmed all his reason.

The Blood Angels, known as Alotrus, let out a roar that seemed to come from hell, and then charged toward the direction where the Blood Angels was blocking him.

His sharp teeth and claws tore wildly at her Golden Armor, but he could never taste the flesh and blood he craved most.

Sanguinius watched all this with a sorrowful expression, feeling the pain of his own powerlessness.

Her clear, bright eyes were tightly closed, and she clenched her teeth.

There was still no way to completely expel this deep-seated malice from the legion.

"Damn it! What are you doing to Mother?!"

Unable to tolerate the blasphemous act of this foolish ghoul, Raldoron darted forward and pinned the struggling Blood Angels to the ground.

"Blood"

This seemed to be exactly what he wanted—he saw the blood meandering down the ground from in front of the pile of corpses.

As if he had discovered some source of life, Alotrus frantically sucked at the blood on the ground like an addict who had been suppressing his addiction for countless years.

Seeing this, Raldoron helplessly closed his eyes.

It's hard to accept seeing my former Battle Brother turned into this.

Now, it is time to grant this incorrigible man a glorious death.

"That's true."

Sanguinius's lips seemed to be suppressing the anger in her heart.

"But before that, I need to find this damn thief!"

With that, she raised her spear high and charged at an incredible speed toward a seemingly insignificant pillar beside the temple.

"Kasgar—!"

Broken.

This was the only thought in Kasgar's mind at that moment.

Using the stealth capabilities of his Power Armour and the aura of the Warp flames to conceal himself, he successfully infiltrated the place without being detected by the Blood Angels.

But it seems this disguise couldn't fool Sanguinius, who also possessed Psychic Power.

Just as he was about to dodge after quickly deactivating his stealth, the opponent's Spear of Victory was already embedded in the stone pillar in front of him.

He planted himself on the right side of the stone hall wall, blocking his last escape route.

Just as Kasgar was inwardly alarmed and preparing to dodge in another direction, the fair and slender wrist of the Blood Angels, filled with almost infinite power, grabbed his neck.

Kasgar, send it!

Perhaps he could barely hold out for a move or two against someone like Lorgar.

However, if someone of Sanguinius's combat prowess, capable of tearing apart Daemon Primarch, were to fight Kasgar in a fit of rage...

Haha, then he's doomed.

"Hmm"

The powerful grip from Sanguinius made him unable to utter a single word.

"What happened? How did he sneak in?"

"Can't you tell? It's your Land Raider!"

Azcalon roared angrily at the careless Raldoron.

This is it, everything is ruined.

The secret of the Blood Angels can no longer be kept.

"You're stalking me."

She brought her face close to Kasgar and spoke slowly and deliberately.

That breathtaking beauty was right before Kasgar's eyes.

But he didn't have the time to appreciate it.

This was completely different from the kind and gentle Sanguinius we usually knew.

It was an extremely cold tone and gaze, just as her grip on Sanguinius' hand tightened and continued to increase.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Cough cough."

Finally, she loosened her grip on Kasgar slightly for a moment.

Now we can finally catch our breath for a moment.

"As far as I know, Kasgar is not a daring thief."

Having temporarily calmed his initial extreme anger, Sanguinius continued to stare coldly at him.

If it were anyone else, Sanguinius might have genuinely considered silencing them.

But Kasgar's identity is just too special.

As the husband of the Legion Primarch, if he were to encounter trouble at the Blood Angels' territory, Fulgrim would absolutely not let it go.

After weighing the options, Sanguinius ultimately decided to let him go for the time being.

That just means you had a pretty good first impression of me.

"What happened?"

"Why has this Blood Angels become like this?"

Kasgar asked the question knowing the answer already.

He looked at the Black Rage Blood Angels with some fear.

The other party looked extremely terrifying, like a legendary vampire.

Surprisingly, the Black Rage was not completely eradicated even after Sanguinius' gender transformation.

Perhaps loving Angel can indeed suppress Black Rage to some extent, but it is ultimately a temporary solution.

"This is an internal matter for our legion, and it's none of your business."

"Don't you need it?"

A smile appeared on Kasgar's lips.

"I'm here to help."

At that moment, golden-red flames erupted once again from Kasgar's arm.

"Wait! Mother, we can't trust this guy who sneaked in!"

Azcalon shouted.

"He will leak all the secrets of our legion! Then, then—"

What will happen then?

Kasgar looked puzzled and asked.

"Kasgar, you may not know what a genetic defect means for a legion."

Sanguinius had heard of the legend that the Psychic Flame in Kasgar's hands could cure all diseases.

But she didn't believe that such mysterious witchcraft could cure the Black Rage, an innate genetic defect rooted in the legion.

Even Sanguinius himself couldn't fix this flaw, let alone a mere Space Marine like Kasgar.

"If the Emperor finds out about all this, he might very well wipe out our entire legion—"

Kasgar had no idea what this meant.

Once the Emperor learns of their Blood Angels—

"Oh, you mean this? He already knew that."

As he spoke, Kasgar pulled a small envelope from his person.

"Here, this is the letter he gave you. It says he wants me to help you cure the genetic defect in the legion."

"Varied--"

Previously, it was on the flagship of the Pride of the Emperor.

[The damage Lorgar did to the Imperium by remaining loyal was greater than if he had defected to a traitor.]

The Emperor's words plunged Kasgar into a long silence.

A startling reality.

Although it sounds alarming, upon closer inspection, it does seem to be true.

Three Abyss-class and two Gloriana-class Battleship, along with 200,000 Astartes in a sneak attack, would be enough for Horus to wipe out Guilliman with his eyes closed, leaving only a stretcher team.

In the end, if it weren't for the Chaos Realm sealing off the entire Terra, Guilliman wouldn't have had to wait in line for nine hours at a time.

Perhaps the Second Imperium would really be established.

Seeing that Kasgar seemed to agree with his statement, the Emperor sighed and said no more.

"Since keeping Lorgar around would only harm the Great Crusade, why not find a suitable opportunity to eliminate him?"

"Kasgar asked."

Isn't this just pure evil?

It would be better to get rid of him immediately, or if that doesn't work, lock him up in the Imperial Palace's Black Prison!

After being asked this question by Kasgar, the Emperor paused for a moment before slowly speaking.

"No, I can't do it."

"I am, after all, their father, if possible."

He can't do it.

It wasn't because of fear of betrayal from other Primarch, or because a seat had been reserved for them by Warp God.

His choice to let Lorgar go was simply because...

Kind-hearted and soft-hearted.

Kasgar considered that the Emperor didn't eliminate Lorgar because he was afraid that other Primarch would find out about it, thus inciting those who already had doubts about the fate of Primarch Number Two and Eleven to rebel.

But he never imagined that the legendary ruthless Emperor would have such a side.

"But in the end, I just use them, no, you all, as tools for unification."

"Lorgar is able to live only because his strength is enough to qualify him to accept my expectations and forgiveness."

"You must be mistaken."

Perhaps realizing his words were a bit too sentimental, the Emperor turned to Kasgar and tried to smooth things over.

Okay, still being stubborn.

"And the Angel? I have another question: why haven't you told the Angel that Black Rage can actually be cured through methods like the Primaris Technology?"

Black Rage is no big deal!

But the Angel were so anxious about this that they almost fell into Chaos's trap.

If you say that other Primarch may be beyond saving, or that some are easier to fight as enemies than as allies.

But what about the Angel?

This is the embodiment of humanity and wisdom, the Imperium successor chosen by the Emperor in front of the Golden Throne.

You already know that she might be exploited by Chaos in the future due to her Black Rage genetic defect, so why didn't you say anything about this little thing?

Kasgar was still very eager to hear what the Emperor had to say about this.

Emperor: "."

He remained silent for a moment.

"Sanguinius. Is that how she viewed Black Rage?"

The Emperor didn't offer any explanation.

He had no idea!

Kasgar fell silent.

There's a saying that goes, "Like father, like son."

It's the same whether you turn it upside down!

When Lorgar and Magnus are abstracted to that extent, it is not difficult to discover the profound from the subtle details.

As the Primarch, Old Man Huang wasn't much better off!

"I'm sorry, I may not seem to care about Angel as much as I care about other Primarch."

The Emperor, "Because no matter in any time or space, no matter how much Chaos covets this holy person, they will never succeed."

Angel are the ones that Chaos can never obtain.

She is humanity's hope, a symbol of humanity's direction for the future.

In any case, Angel will not become minions or slaves of Chaos.

She is a normal person.

This is a very rare quality here.

Especially when you're surrounded every day by a group of people who are frantically shouting "God!"

Of course, this doesn't mean that Angel will be pure and innocent in all futures.

She will still do some rather outrageous things that will make it inconvenient for humans to talk about in the future.

For example?

For example, establishing Second Imperium.

"But similarly, in any case, she could never live past the moment of the End and the Death."

Just as Kasgar was rejoicing at the prospect of the Angel receiving golden water, the Emperor's next words were like a bucket of cold water, chilling him to the bone once more.

In all the observations of the future's fate, the Angel could not survive.

Perhaps Chaos cannot obtain everything that humanity has.

But humanity's hope and future will be utterly extinguished by them in that inevitable end and death.

"This is an unchangeable future."

The Emperor, who had long been prepared for the worst, sighed and turned back to look at the Golden Throne that shone with dazzling Golden Light, saying nothing more.

"Maybe."

"But I will still choose to stick to it to the end."

Kasgar remained stubborn.

He absolutely refused to believe that Sanguinius was destined for destruction.

He was able to save her.

"That would be perfect."

The Emperor was not annoyed by Kasgar's stubbornness.

On the contrary, a hint of happiness appeared on their faces.

There was still a sliver of solace.

"It's not good to keep the Angel living in fear. Write me a letter and let me help heal them."

". no problem."

"He knew all along? The Emperor knew about the Black Rage all along?"

Sanguinius held the letter in his hand, looking at the letter and signature written in golden ink on the finest parchment, and exclaimed in astonishment and doubt.

Ah this

She had been extremely nervous before, afraid that anyone would discover the secret of the Ninth Legion, and even wished she could establish an Inner Circle specifically for this matter.

Isn't this a bit too clownish?

"Alright, now that I have the Emperor's approval, shouldn't I be allowed to make my move?"

As he spoke, Kasgar stood before Sanguinius, whose face was filled with astonishment and uncertainty, and the two commanders of the Blood Angels, who also looked incredulous.

"It might hurt a little later. Please press it down for me a bit."

As he spoke, the golden-red flames in Kasgar's hand began to burn from his right arm.

And finally, it completely engulfed the frantically struggling Blood Angels.

"Ah!!!"

The Black Rage warrior let out a painful howl.

His eyes were wide open, and even though he was pinned to the ground by the two burly men, Azcalon and Raldoron, his claws continued to claw forward.

But soon, his struggles gradually subsided.

In the flames, the sharp, claw-shaped nails on his hands began to revert to human form, and the fangs on his face melted back into his mouth.

His originally scarlet eyes reverted to their amber color from when he was human.

Even his eyes have become much clearer.

Moreover, the wounds that were originally fatal on his body gradually healed and returned to normal under the raging fire. Only the scratches and holes left on his armor still told the story of the fierce battles he had suffered.

"What... what kind of witchcraft is this?"

"Raldoron, this isn't witchcraft. This is a miracle that can heal us."

Such a powerful effect, comparable to being brought back from the dead, amazed not only the two commanders of Sanguinius.

Even Sanguinius, who initially couldn't believe that Black Rage could be cured, stepped forward and quietly watched as the Blood Angels transformed back into a human from a vampire.

"Phew, welcome back, Blood Angels."

With the final modification completed, Kasgar, somewhat exhausted, staggered back a few steps.

Although it doesn't look as shocking as when the Flesh Change.

However, humans who have been transformed in this way, almost to the point of becoming vampires, are far more difficult to adjust than those Magnus, who are filled with Flesh Change.

"I'm back? Mother? Commander, what just happened to me?"

Alotrus slowly stood up from the ground, unable to believe what he had just experienced.

He seemed to have transformed into a bloodthirsty monster, fighting in endless thirst and yearning to satisfy his craving for blood.

But this desire has never been fulfilled.

Then he desperately craved, desperately wanted blood.

He had no idea what happened after that.

When he finally came to his senses, he had already drunk a lot.

"It's not your fault, child."

The Angel knelt down and pulled him up from the filthy ground.

"Forget the suffering you have just endured. In the future, we Blood Angels will never again suffer such a tragic fate."

As she spoke, a glistening tear welled up in Sanguinius' eye.

The Angel wept with joy.

Kasgar successfully quenched her Black Rage and also resolved the long-standing knot in her heart.

Finally

Finally, she no longer has to kill her beloved offspring with her own hands because of this!

Sanguinius turned around excitedly and looked at Kasgar.

"Mr. Kasgar."

Please allow me to apologize for the misunderstanding that occurred before.

"Phew, you're one to talk. You really didn't hold back at all back then."

Feeling the lingering memory of being choked, Kasgar looked at the Angel with a hint of reproach in his eyes.

"Perhaps if you try a more normal way to come in next time, I'll consider it."

"You've practically turned me into a grip strength tester, and you're still only saying you'll consider it?" Kasgar said with a laugh.

"If you have that kind of desire, it's not impossible."

The Angel's words were full of laughter.

Upon learning that the Black Rage was not an issue that the Emperor could not tolerate, and that it could be completely resolved by Kasgar, she immediately felt much more at ease.

Even the distance between her and Kasgar has narrowed considerably.

"Mother, what's wrong with us?"

However, it seems that not everyone is happy to see the two of them getting closer.

Take, for example, these three Blood Angels who are currently inside the blockade line.

Raldoron, Azcalon, and Alotrus objected!

They only care about the laughter of the new bride, and don't care about the tears of the old.

Sanguinius should belong only to the Blood Angels!

How could you take our mother away!

But this dissatisfaction seemed so pale in the face of Kasgar's absolute ability to cure Black Rage.

"The Blood Angels Kasgar have many more Legion warriors who need your help. I beg you, heal those warriors' thirst for blood!"

"I'm willing to pay any price, as long as you're willing to help me."

Sanguinius lowered his head and, without giving the other party a chance to refuse, knelt on one knee in front of Kasgar.

"!!!"

Now, Kasgar could feel that the three Blood Angels were gritting their teeth even more intensely.

If it weren't for Sanguinius standing there, Kasgar worried that these people might suddenly attack and injure someone.

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That's what he intended to do.

But he was afraid that if he acted any more recklessly, the three Blood Angels behind him would definitely go crazy instantly.

Although the Black Rage is gone, the Black Rage will immediately follow.

"Alright, while I'm in Melchior, I'll try to help burn all your Gene-seed."

"Kasgar said helplessly."

"You've granted my request?"

Sanguinius had a light in his eyes. (It really did.)

"Please follow me."

With a snap, Sanguinius grabbed Kasgar's right hand and led him out of the Xenos Temple.

Only the remaining three Blood Angels were left.

I sat there, half-sitting, unable to believe what I was seeing.

How could this be?

How could a mother prefer a stranger?

He's clearly not even Blood Angels.

Today, our hands are shaking.

Today, we are heartbroken.

The Blood Angels gave everything, yet they could not win the Angel's heart.

Why is this happening?!

"Alotrus!"

Raldoron suddenly stood up, his expression contorted.

"It's all because of you!"

"If you could maintain your sanity and avoid Black Rage, how could Kasgar possibly discover our legion's little secret?!"

"Blame me?"

Alotrus retorted just as defiantly, "Even His Majesty the Emperor knows of Black Rage's existence, so how can you blame me?"

"My mother has said that Black Rage is not my fault!"

"That's you! Azcalon!"

"If you had been able to execute Black Rage earlier, there wouldn't have been so much trouble!"

"You dare talk back to me! Raldoron, if you hadn't accidentally let Kasgar infiltrate the Land Raider, how would he be here?"

"This is clearly your fault, Raldoron!!!"

Kasgar did indeed solve the Black Rage problem within the Blood Angels.

But similarly, he also seems to have stirred up new conflicts within the Blood Angels.

Melchior Star.

While the Word Bearers were building Emperor statues and new buildings.

"Sir, you wanted to see me?"

Arriving at the temporary camp on the surface was Angell Te, the Word Bearers who had once been possessed by the "Emperor".

Although he was just a new recruit, after Erebus and Kor Phaeron were both killed by Kasgar, the Word Bearers were indeed lacking a capable deputy to assist Lorgar in managing the legion.

In this predicament, Lorgar turned his attention to the last remaining Colchis- born Word Bearers in the legion, namely Angell Tai, who was possessed by the "Emperor" at the time.

However, Primarch his interactions and observations of the Legion recruits, the Primarch sensed the potential within this Word Bearers recruit.

Even Kasgar recommended Angell Tai to assist him in managing the legion.

Even though Angell Tai had only just had the Gene-seed implanted, he had already shown the potential to bear the future of the Word Bearers.

It's hard to imagine what terrifying power he will unleash once he matures.

Lorgar thought with relief.

"Angell Tai, from now on you will serve as my second-in-command and try to assist me in managing the legion."

And so, after a long and arduous journey, the Word Bearers finally welcomed their true legion commander.

Congratulations! Congratulations!