I'll Persuade the Blood Angels-Seriously?

The Crimson Conference Hall holds immense significance for every Blood Angels.

This is the sacred place of their Gene-Father, Primarch Sanguinius, who once transformed the Blood Drinkers, turning their bloodthirsty legion into the "Blood Angels"!

A statue of Divine Angel stood in the hall, and the smell of burning braziers, mixed with unique spices, permeated the entire hall.

On the magnificent glass windows on both sides are the achievements of Primarch Sanguinius, recording the history of the Blood Angels from Corruption to glory!

In the center was a huge, pure white marble conference table. The blood slaves had prepared a sumptuous blood feast for the arriving guests, along with spiced wine infused with vitamins.

Responding to the call of the legendary Chapter Master Dante, the sub-churches that were once separated by the Astartes Codex, and which also flowed with the blood of Sanguinius, rushed from battlefields all over the galaxy!

Among them were Chapter deemed "traitors" by the Imperium, such as the Blood Knights.

Deeply affected by the Black Rage and Bloodlust, they completely indulged their desires and were deemed dangerous traitors by the Imperium, who still traveled a great distance to provide support!

In order to prevent these Chapter from feeling discriminated against, Dante had to rebuild the Crimson Council Hall to accommodate all the Chapter Master who came to support him.

At the same time, he did this for another, even more important reason—to centralize power!

These Chapter each have their own command systems. In order to deal with the war against the Hive Fleet Leviathan, Dante must centralize command to "tighten his fist" and maximize his strength!

As hundreds of Chapter Masters, clad in different armors yet sharing the same bloodline, stepped into the great and historic Crimson Council Hall—the very hall once occupied by the Gene-Father— amidst the hymns of blood slaves and Servitor Skull,

They all felt that call from their very souls!

Time has changed their traditions, temperament, skin color, and habits, but the nobility and pride flowing in their bones, originating from their Gene-Father, Primarch Sanguinius, has never been changed in the slightest!

In the solemn and magnificent ancient ceremony, every Chapter Master of the Blood Angels Legion felt the same thought welling up from the bottom of their hearts.

They've gone home!

The descendants of Sanguinius returned to Baal!

They will fight to the death here, defending every inch of Baal's land with their blood and bones, and will never allow any Xenos or Chaos to set foot on the great and noble birthplace of Sanguinius!

At this moment, the Mechanical Cherubs, holding a huge golden horn, blew ancient notes that sounded like heavenly music, bringing the ceremony to its climax!

The heroes of the Blood Chapter, who had been whispering or remaining silent, all stopped what they were doing and quietly gazed ahead. Beneath the sacred angel statue, a figure stepped out!

"The legendary Lord of the Blood Angels, Baal's Commander, and Guardian of the Blood Angels, Louis..."

Dante!

The poem, seemingly woven from a beautiful melody, sang praises of this legendary experience and flowed through the quiet, crimson conference hall!

Boom!

Suddenly, the door opened.

Everyone turned around in unison, only to see the Blood Angels Guard, clad in magnificent armor, marching in perfect unison, escorting the protagonist as he made his entrance!

That is the living legend of the Imperium, the Lord of the Blood Angels, the Lord of Baal, Louis Dante.

However, to the surprise of the Chapter Master, Dante was accompanied by a human who was dressed in a noble robe woven with gold thread and gemstones. He was extremely gorgeous and noble, and had several medals on his chest. His temperament was in no way inferior to Dante's!

The two strode confidently, and under the suspicious and puzzled gazes of the other Chapter Master, they arrived at the sacred angel statue and sat down.

Following them was the Blood Angels Mother Order, the ancient and Dreadnought chroniclers of history. They carried a weathered battle banner depicting Primarch Sanguinius, an ancient Holy Relic of the Chapter!

The high-ranking Blood Priest held the Holy Relic, which Dante had ordered him to retrieve from the cathedral, containing the last feather of Primarch Sanguinius!

Moreover, for today's grand event, and to unite the descendants of Sanguinius' bloodline, he also brought out the "Crimson Grail," the very vessel that captured the blood of the dying Sanguinius!

The long procession was not over yet.

The company's champions donned Baal's oldest armor, armor that had served during the Horus Heresy, every blade and bullet hole a testament to the glory of their ancestors!

Today, these ancient armors are being donned again, symbolizing the determination of the Sons of Sanguinius!

After them, the blood slaves looked up at the other Holy Relic, laid out on velvet cushions, the Blade of Courage, the Plasma Pistol Baal's Wrath, the Gallian Staff, and the Angel Wings.

Dante donned the Sanguinius' Death Mask, his Wrath of Justice frozen in gold, his blood preserved in a drop of blood on Dante's forehead.

Standing beneath the angel statue, Dante's gaze swept across the vast conference hall, taking in the faces of the heroes of each Blood Chapter. His voice echoed in the quiet hall, "My brothers!"

"The Hive Fleet Leviathan of the Zerg hive is devouring our world. Both lines of defense of the Stygian Shield have been breached. Their next target is the Stygian System, and Baal!"

"This is our home planet, the home of the Blood Angels, and the birthplace of Sanguinius."

It is the Imperium's most important line of defense; once breached—countless worlds will fall!

"Ten thousand years ago, our forefathers sacrificed themselves to secure victory for the Emperor. Now—this great mission has fallen upon our shoulders!"

"We are the Angels of Death, champions appointed by the Emperor, Battle Lord, messengers of vengeance. We are the offspring of Sanguinius, the defenses of the Underworld—must not be breached!"

Wait, the Stygian System?!

Upon hearing this, the Blood Chapter Brother, who had been silent, all showed expressions of surprise.

Isn't it the Crimson Defense Line?

How did it suddenly become the defense line of the Stygian System? Besides, many of our brothers who came to support us earlier already know that the Stygian System's defense line has been torn apart by Leviathan's Zerg swarm fleet, and its fall is only a matter of time!

What's the point of sending them to guard a star system destined to fall?

If Dante hadn't been so highly respected, that one sentence alone would probably have been enough to cause a riot among the Chapter!

"I know what you're thinking." Dante's gaze was sharp and unwavering. "The Stygian System is destined to fall, but—we must buy at least a month before it falls!"

The Blood Angels' Chapter Master immediately objected. "Excuse my bluntness, Chapter Master Dante, your prestige and wisdom are unmatched, but why should we waste our lives in the meaningless Stygian System?"

Rather than stubbornly defending a line that is destined to fall, I think it's better to concentrate our forces and protect Baal's Crimson Defense Line!

His question reflects the concerns of many Chapter Masters: instead of wasting limited forces to delay the Zerg fleet for a month, why not concentrate their strength to defend their homeworld?

After all, most of the Chapter that responded to the call came to defend Baal, not to defend some Stygian System.

It's actually quite cruel; in the minds of many Chapter, the value of the Stygian System is far less than the significance of Baal.

This was also why they responded to the call, but now that they've suddenly become part of the Stygian System, the Chapter Master feel "deceived."

At this moment, Dante slightly turned his head and cast his gaze upon the young man beside him, saying calmly, "Next, it's your turn. It's your duty to persuade them. If you want to protect the Stygian System, you must learn how to communicate with them."

"???

Alvin was completely dumbfounded.

This isn't what we agreed on. Wasn't he invited to attend the ceremony and just be a spectator?

How did I suddenly become the "protagonist"?!