For the Blood Angels! Taste the Wrath of the Blood Angels!

Having lost several key members, the Tyran Fleet is now facing a severe shortage of Biomass.

Now, the Tyran fleet, driven to the brink of despair and under the wrathful command of the Hive Mind, no longer cared about maintaining its formation.

They will use their full firepower to completely engulf this damned planet and destroy that despicable human!

While it may be described as a loss of reason, the Hive Mind's will subtly sensed that the human could not be allowed to live.

Otherwise, in the near future, his existence will bring unimaginable disaster to the entire Tyran colony!

Whether it's a prophecy or a premonition... it absolutely cannot tolerate such a thing happening!

Even a probability of one in a billion or one in a trillion is not acceptable.

The massive Hive Fleet, like a dark cloud, looming in space, surged toward Pertita under the control of the Hive Mind.

However, this scene was captured by the Blood Angels Chapter, which had been lurking for a long time deep in the dark starry sky.

"I've finally waited for this moment."

Dante slightly raised his eyelids, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes; the invisible killing intent instantly materialized.

It was like a sudden, raging storm!

Every inch of the deck on the bridge seemed to groan under the immense pressure of this astonishing force!

This is the moment he's been waiting for!

Most of the Hive Mind's power was tied down by Pertita, causing the formation to break apart and revealing a vulnerability.

"Notify the fleet: Full speed ahead!"

At this moment, Dante was the true Blood Lord, the Lord of Baal. He rose from his seat, gripped his Power Fist tightly, and his gaze, like a sharp sword, pierced through the darkness of space, heading straight for the Tyran mothership.

Alarms blared throughout the Blood Temple, and crimson warning lights illuminated every corridor.

The enormous, Dreadnought Armour, like an ancient fortress, stands proudly on the altar of this temple. Its metal surface is covered with ancient battle scars, each telling a story of glory and pain from countless ages ago!

Dante stepped into the blood-red temple, gazing at the busy technical soldiers.

They were applying holy oil to the ancient Dreadnought vessel, drawing intricate runes, and ancient prayers echoed throughout the temple.

Gradually, the mechanical hum began, and even Dante could feel the chilling aura permeating the air, as if the energy within the entire temple was violently vibrating. This foreshadowed the awakening of a warrior from countless ages ago.

"Ah...

A heavy, painful groan came from the Dreadnought stone coffin.

"Why am I still alive?" His voice was filled with unspeakable vicissitudes and deep-seated pain.

The ancient warriors, awakened from their slumber, felt not joy, but only boundless rage and pain.

The phantoms of the past haunt him; the rage that once burned the galaxy has not been extinguished even after slumbering for countless years!

"I smell blood..." The ancient monk tried to move his body, but the massive mechanical arm tightened, and the air vibrated.

Then, he slowly lowered his head, looking down at the Chapter Master before him. "Who are you? What era is this?"

"Honorable Brother Vertel, I am Louis Dante, the current Chapter Master the Blood Angels." Dante met his gaze, his eyes showing no fear, only respect. "We are currently at 999. M41, in the Stygian System."

"Are we almost at the 42nd millennium?"

Wertel remained silent for a moment; it seemed he had last been awakened in the 40th Millennium.

So much time has passed.

Looking around, Wertel saw many new faces, almost none of whom he recognized.

Of course, this is normal; he is "Dreadnought," and a single slumber often lasts for a thousand years.

However, from the surrounding environment, this experienced and Dreadnought cultivator still sensed a tense atmosphere, and this was on a warship, which meant... were they going to board?

Thinking this, Wertel looked at Dante present. "Speak, what do you need me to do? You should know very well that I am deeply mired in Blood Thirst and Black Rage. You wouldn't have awakened me if the Chapter hadn't reached its most critical moment."

"We are currently in the Stygian System, resisting the Hive Fleet from Tyran."

Dante described the current situation in the simplest terms.

Resist the Tyran fleet, utilize the tied-down forces, lead your elite troops into the enemy's core, destroy the Tyran command system, and save Baal!

Hahahaha...

Ancient Dreadnought, his hearty laughter amplified through the loudspeaker array, almost shook the entire temple.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Wertel said "good" three times in a row.

That powerful fighting spirit, and that terrifying, chilling killing intent, even through the mechanical body, made many of the Blood Angels present feel as if they were facing a sea of blood, unable to withstand the oppressive force of that aura.

Is this... the warrior from countless ages ago, the monk who once followed the "angels"?!

If one were to describe the Blood Angels who were watching, they would say they felt like naive children in the face of that Dreadnought machine.

It's no exaggeration to say that they even think that if that Dreadnought machine went berserk, it would only take a few minutes to wipe them all out!

"I'm sorry, Wertel." A hint of remorse flashed in Dante's eyes.

To send such an ancient Dreadnought Chapter to carry out a doomed plan, from any perspective...

It's all a cruel outcome.

"No, you have done very well, Dante." Wertel looked at him, a hint of admiration in his eyes, and said slowly, "I have lived long enough. I am grateful to you for giving me such a grand funeral. I will complete the mission, in the name of Sanguinius!"

To die on the battlefield is the destiny that every soldier strives for, regardless of the era!

He had lived long enough. Since being buried in the stone coffin, his emotions had grown increasingly indifferent, but that memory... still tormented him deeply.

Fortunately, he now has a chance to escape from this "nightmare".

"There's no need to apologize to me, and certainly no need to feel guilty." Wertel looked at Dante and said softly, "My sanity is waning. Each time it's awakened, it means my reason is slowly sliding into the abyss. I'm very grateful that you've given me a dignified ending. That's enough for me; it signifies the end of my mission."

For Wertel, Dreadnought was not salvation, but eternal torment!

"For Sanguinius, for the Emperor... I, Wertel, will once again fight for the Blood Angels!"

The Dreadnought Armour roared heavily as Wertel gripped his Power Fist and unleashed a deafening battle cry, "Let them witness the wrath of the Blood Angels!"