Dante: Oh no, I've become a heretic!

My name is Dante, the Chapter Master the Blood Angels, an old man over 1200 years old, and also my father's most proud son.

Logically speaking, it is extremely rare for a Space Marines to live to the age of 1200, since the existence of Space Marine is accompanied by death and war, and they simply cannot live to their lifespan limit.

According to existing records, the Empire's oldest warriors can be traced back to the Great Crusade, such as Bjorn the Space Wolves Sage, Nemiel the Keeper of Secrets, William of the Ultramarines, Guts the Dog Sage of the Iron Hands.

Despite his advanced age, Qin Xia Khan remains young at heart, even after becoming the Dreadnought who still enjoys cramming himself onto a warship.

But these elders are different from me. Almost 99% of them are Dreadnought. The only one who is still alive and kicking is Tom Cruise, the Blood Ravens who disappeared 400 years ago.

Speaking of Tom, I can't help but think of the frustrating Blood Ravens. Although the name is bad and they always have dirty hands, I envy them a lot because they live happily and are completely out of place in the rest of the Empire.

I once asked Tom, "Why do you always like to steal things? You've lived this long, don't you get tired?"

But the elder said he didn't know either; he only knew that he was waiting for someone, and that the entire Blood Ravens was waiting for someone.

As for your question about whether I'm tired, I definitely am. On this occasion, Tom told me about his legendary life during the Great Crusade, and I especially liked the part about bombarding the Primarch.

To borrow Blood Ravens's favorite slogan, he's really waaaagh, a tough and domineering kid.

I also yearn for such a legendary life, but I'm curious how this once so reckless elder could endure for ten thousand years, how he could withstand the test of time and still remain so young. He simply smiled and said he had a clear goal: to wait for that person to return.

The reason you feel lost is because you don't have a goal; you need to find the meaning of your life.

I asked him again who he was waiting for, and he said he had forgotten, but he remembered that the person really liked gifts, so he asked if I wanted to get him a gift.

Afterwards, I returned to the Chapter with only a loincloth left, but I felt it was worth it. The elder gave me a white feather and taught me a unique combat skill of Blood Ravens in exchange.

Tom is just an isolated case; compared to these elders, I am just a young man. But I believe there is one thing in common: we all yearn to see a spectacular death.

It sounds a bit unbelievable, after all, the desire to survive is the basic logic of all living beings, but for Space Marine like me who has lived for 1200 years, death is a kind of redemption.

Because of my age, my fellow warriors called me the immortal Old Ding. Even because of this legendary experience, I enjoyed countless respects in other Chapter, and even the High Lord had to give me some face.

But I've had enough. As a Space Marines, I only want to die on the battlefield, not be overwhelmed by these complicated administrative affairs.

I'm not Ambition Ultramarines, so why should I live like this?

The daily grind of work, the constant Chapter over family matters, even the monastery's clogged toilets require me to ask first.

For the sake of the Blood Angels, I can only silently persevere like this, but 1000 years have passed since I became the Chapter Master.

During this period, I saw off countless comrades, experienced countless battles, and dealt with countless complicated administrative tasks. Even though my body could still handle it, I had long been tired of this kind of work.

As the Xenos and the great enemies of Chaos have become increasingly active over the centuries, the burden on my shoulders has grown heavier and heavier, to the point that I can hardly breathe.

Whenever the night is quiet, I think of that conversation, a goal, and the true meaning of my life.

This battle for destiny is my chance.

According to the prophecy in the scroll left by their father, in a grand, ultimate battle, two golden-haired warriors will stand between the Emperor and the Darkness.

One of them, needless to say, is Sanguinor, the incarnation of my father, and the other one is definitely me.

As for why I have a full head of white hair now? Well, it's because I'm tired, but that's not important. What's important is that I've dyed my hair blonde.

So this is my last chance; it's time to give my life a perfect ending.

The thought of retiring with honor and delivering a perfect report for posterity to admire makes me hum a little, and I feel full of energy.

This belief allowed me to better dedicate myself to my work and resolve various conflicts between the Scion Chapter. Even Seth, that barbarian, was dealt with by me using the excuse that he had only been Chapter Master for a few years, successfully getting those bastards to put aside their grudges.

In order to make a glorious exit, I've decided to balance work and rest a bit and indulge myself a little, have a couple of glasses of wine and get a good night's sleep to welcome my glorious retirement.

Then some random Necron barged into my room. He actually called me "son," saying, "I am the noble Sons of Sanguinius, what kind of stupid Xenos are you?"

But none of that matters. What matters is that he doesn't want me to die.

"You bastard, you deserve to die!"

An endless, raging fury surged forth, crimson flames burning wildly from his body. Driven by this powerful force originating from his bloodline, Dante, this old man, actually tore through the spatial barrier, leaving the Necron Overlord questioning his very existence.

How did you do that?

"I'm too lazy to talk. Anyone who wants me to survive, I'll kill them!"

As is well known, the reason why the Necron became Necron, besides internal and external conflicts, was primarily their fear of death.

This is the curse that runs through the lives of the Necron and the Necron, and it is also the beginning of the War in Heaven.

Zalasus didn't understand Dante's actions, but the powerful Logic Core of the Necron Overlord's core allowed him to discern that Dante wasn't lying; he truly wanted to die.

This emotion was so intense that it created a faint entity within the Sea of Souls, giving Dante a certain quality that distorted reality.

Moreover, as a true ancient soldier who participated in the War in Heaven, Zalasus was insightful, and he also saw other powers in Dante.

A Canned One meat sauce that looked delicious. Strangely, even though he was no longer able to eat, coolant started dribbling from the corner of his mouth when Zalasus saw the can of meat sauce.

What lies beyond this jar of meat sauce is even more terrifying. First and foremost is a Khorne, recognized by Zalasus. It is similar to the Eldar Gods created by the Old Ones, but stronger and more diverse.

He recognized the appearance; back when he was still Necron, he, Trazyn, Anrakyr, Orikan, and that damned Szarekh were classmates and known as the Four Heavenly Kings of the Noble Military Academy.

After graduation, they went their separate ways. Szarekh inherited his family fortune and pursued the throne of the Silent King. Anrakyr had a sudden urge to see the outside world. Orikan became an astrologer, but he was unlucky enough to develop a tumor in his brain.

In order to cure Orikan's illness, he and the thief Trazyn went around archaeological digs and saw the ruins of the Dog-men Dynasty. There was a huge dog in the murals, just like this thing, and it was wearing a red scarf.

The only difference is that the giant dog in the mural has two small dogs on its shoulders, while this giant dog doesn't.

But none of that matters. What matters is another strange thing, a huge, pitch-black Light Sphere.

Although it was just an illusion, Zalasus felt a strange sense of fear. He even felt that the Light Sphere was staring at him. It was like seeing C'tan. In his fright, Zalasus slapped Dante to the ground.

Seeing Dante staring at him with disbelief, Zalasus managed to regain some face.

"Living Metal, kid!"

"Can you speak properly now? I watched you grow up. Back when you were selling salt, I even sent you a truckload of salt."

Dante had seen all sorts of storms, but this was a scene he had never witnessed before. Even with the Space Marine's powerful reflexes, he was stunned for a full second.

"Wait, I remember now. So that's where that truckload of salt came from. It was you, you bastard."

A huge chunk of salt fell from the sky and smashed my house to pieces. Everyone said I was cursed, that I was forced to leave my hometown. It turns out it was all your doing.

No way! You said you've been observing me since I was little, and you've been spying on me! This is my home!

As the Necron Overlord, Zalasus is not one of those mindless Necrons minions. Although her mech was not forged by the C'tan like Szarekh's, it is still of the highest standard among Necron.

The more powerful the Necron Overlord, the more elaborate its logical array; simply put, it is more like a living being and more abstract.

Just like Trazyn's fondness for keeping things safe for others, Zalasus was also an anomaly. He didn't care about the so-called future of his race and was a model of someone who just wanted to live a life of leisure. Apart from being extremely concerned about his image, his only hobby was peeping.

"Shut up, don't insult my noble hobbies. Besides, this star field is my fiefdom. You've occupied my territory, and I've already shown you immense leniency by allowing you to thrive here."

You are the ones who have come!

One more thing, you must address me as "Zalasus," the one the Unnamable!

"Okay, Zalasus."

"It is not appropriate to address him by his given name— Zalasus!"

Dante now realizes that this Necron is a crazy old man; he can't beat him, and he can't escape him, so he's in a sorry state.

Fortunately, Dante was a wise old man. Since he couldn't resist, he could only accept it and hope that the Emperor would protect him. He wasn't colluding with the Xenos, but just stalling for time.

In this strange atmosphere, Dante quickly got into the zone and began negotiating with Zalasus the Unnamable.

When Dante heard that Zalasus was willing to send troops to protect Baal, Dante always felt it was a trap. But what he didn't know was that Zalasus wasn't looking at him, but at the dark flames that had somehow spread there.

It was absolutely terrifying! Just because I glanced at it, that horrifying ghost crawled over along the internet cable. It was even more terrifying than C'tan.

Soon, a human and a Necron, two creatures who seemed to have nothing in common, formed an alliance.

Dante felt like he wasn't fully awake, but that was the reality. The Blood Angels had inexplicably gained an ally, but he soon realized he'd been tricked, because Zalasus's so-called reinforcements weren't many; including him, there were only 8,000 troops.

"Didn't you say you were the Necron Overlord? Where are your soldiers?"

D3

"Nonsense! If the Emperor ahead of me hadn't been assassinated, would I have become the overlord? Otherwise, why would I cooperate with you? It's because I can't beat those damned insects."

Meanwhile, after the spatial blockade was lifted, a message suddenly arrived before Dante:

"The Dark Angels and Atlas have arrived to provide support; the two Primarchs are waiting outside the monastery."

"6..."

Dante didn't know what Atlas was, but he knew about the Dark Angels and that the Primarch of the Dark Angels was the Lion King. So what was he doing now?

Xenos collusion!

"It's over!"

Looking at the tightly closed monastery gates, the Lion King was somewhat displeased. "I, the Primarch, have arrived, and you dare to refuse me entry? Are you disrespecting me?"

Mordred, however, was far less reserved, kicking the door open in one swift motion.

"No, it smells like Xenos! This is a trap, retreat!"