They were born to become angels.
Superior to those legions that merely bore the title of angels, and even more so than the other Astartes Legions that had been given the name of Angels of Death for sweeping across the Milky Way on behalf of the Human Empire, only one legion truly understood the complete meaning of this ideal: to become angels by nature, to become the vision they had been created to fulfill, achieved solely by reaching perfection.
Only one legion was given the Emperor's Children name, only one legion was chosen to bear the symbol of the Master of Mankind, and only one legion could rightfully be called his sons.
Emperor's Children.
Yet all that glory belonged to the past. The angels of today had abandoned their original faith, their original ideals, everything they had once possessed. They now crawled beneath the feet of their new god, becoming nothing but corrupt, fallen refuse. Fallen angels no longer deserved to be called angels, and their road had come to an end.
The smell of irritating gas rushed toward him, then dispersed against Duanmu Huai's helmet. Duanmu Huai never took off his helmet for no reason. Of course, this was not because of the ridiculous excuse his little sweetheart had given him—that he "didn't want to scare anyone." He simply wanted to avoid being plotted against. In particular, the followers of Obsessive Sin and Corruption's Filth loved using all kinds of poisonous gases to weaken their opponents, just like now.
Rose-colored smoke drifted around Duanmu Huai. Anyone who inhaled even a mouthful would feel unimaginable happiness and pleasure, along with an ecstasy almost like their soul ascending to Heaven. Yet it could not approach the giant before it. With every step Duanmu Huai took, the aura of Destruction around him