Fly High for Me!
"Stop doubting my sincerity, brother!"
The bizarre and echoing depths of the Sea of Souls.
Guilliman's phantom, composed of pure will and blue-gold Psionic Energy, finally firmly grasped the wrist of Sanguinius's somewhat ethereal spirit.
It feels cool to the touch, yet it conveys a real sense of presence.
A bright, confident smile spread across Guilliman's face.
He gazed into his brother's golden eyes, which remained clear even in his spirit form, but were now filled with shock and confusion.
"Brother..."
His voice was exceptionally clear in this space of consciousness, carrying an undeniable sense of encouragement:
"Give me—fly high!!"
Before he could finish speaking, Guilliman's phantom suddenly twisted!
It wasn't a simple pulling or stretching; rather, it was an explosive and decisive eruption of almost all the divine Psionic Energy power that sustained it in this place!
This immense power was not used for attack or defense.
Instead, it transformed into the purest and most powerful thrust, acting entirely on Sanguinius's spirit!
"Whoosh--!!!"
Sanguinius felt like a comet being accelerated to its limit by the gravitational pull of a star.
He was thrown out against his will, yet with incredible speed!
direction.
This is precisely the weakest point of connection between this Sea of Souls and the Material Universe, which Guilliman had already calculated!
There, the "gravity" and "presence" of the Realspace are transmitted clearly like a lighthouse!
He flew at breakneck speed amidst endless streams of light and fragmented pieces of consciousness, his speed exceeding all imagination, the distorted scenery around him appearing as if stretched into thin lines.
In that instant, the holy angel even had the illusion that he was breaking free from all constraints and flying towards the legendary eternal and peaceful heaven.
"Go, brother! Go back!"
Return to the humanity we swore to protect and the people we love so dearly!!!
Guilliman's shouts, left behind, faded into the distance, yet remained deeply imprinted on the soul of Sanguinius- Gilles.
And that blue-gold Psionic Energy phantom that had exhausted its power to send its brother to safety.
After fulfilling its mission, it disintegrates quietly, like the final moment of the most dazzling fireworks.
It silently blended into the vast Sea of Souls surrounding it, disappearing completely.
In the very last instant the phantom vanished, Guilliman seemed to sense something.
Smiling, she turned her head to the side, her gaze seemingly piercing through the mists of the Sea of Souls.
It precisely "looked" in the direction of the four enormous and somber wills deep within the Warp.
A brilliant, even childlike, smug smile curved his lips, clearly revealing five flawless white teeth.
It's almost time!
Deep within the Warp, four muffled fluctuations, mixed with anger, apprehension, and extreme displeasure, faintly emanated.
The Four Chaos Gods: This father and son... are definitely of the same ilk, inheriting a family tradition of being vindictive and petty!
The Realspace, the Baal Temple.
Guilliman's body, which had been keeping its eyes closed, suddenly opened them in the silence!
In those azure eyes, there was no longer any hesitation or waiting, only a sharp glint of everything ready and waiting to be revealed!
Everything is ready; the east wind has arrived!
It's time to shout out that classic line that's been brewing for so long, and is destined to resound throughout the Milky Way!
Guilliman took a deep breath, expanded his chest, and poured all his emotions, beliefs, and immense Psionic Energy into the words he was about to utter.
He raised his arms high, facing the starlight sapphire coffin, whose radiance grew ever more intense and whose tremors ever more violent.
With a volume loud enough to shake the dome of a palace and be etched in the memory of the planet, shout with abandon:
"Rise again—my brother!!!"
"Boom--!!!"
It was as if in response to this call and command that transcends eternity.
The accumulated, eternal azure radiance, along with the intense, pulsating life force within the coffin, finally broke free from the constraints of the ancient container!
The indestructible sapphire lid of the coffin did not shatter, but rather seemed to be gently pushed open by the expanding "existence" within.
A golden beam of light, so pure and brilliant that it was impossible to look directly at it.
Like the first ray of dawn after the creation of the world, it soared into the sky from the coffin.
It pierced through the heavy dome of the temple and shone directly into the sky of Baal, which was gradually being dyed by the morning glow!
The beam of light did not dissipate in the sky above Baal; instead, it began to condense and take shape.
Countless feathers of light, composed of the purest Psionic Energy and divine will, appeared out of thin air, swirling and converging.
Ultimately, they wove together into an enormous, radiant golden cocoon!
It floats silently beneath the sky.
Bathed in the glow of Baal, it radiates a sacred, warm, and vibrant light.
Like a star seed fallen from heaven to earth.
The next moment, the closed, magnificent cocoon of wings began to tremble gently.
Then, like spring flowers blooming or a fledgling hatching, those dazzling wings of light slowly and solemnly unfolded to both sides!
Beneath the wings, a tall, humanoid figure of light and shadow, curled up, was revealed.
He hugged his knees with his arms around his head, his posture like a sleeping baby in the womb, or a saint returning to his original nature after suffering hardships.
As its wings fully unfurled, the figure seemed to awaken from its deepest slumber.
He slowly and powerfully stretched out his limbs, each movement causing the surrounding light to ripple.
Finally, he straightened his spine and raised his head.
Facing the heavens of Baal, illuminated by its own radiance, it uttered a cry that held within it millennia of longing, anticipation, and the joy of rebirth—
He roared to the sky!
"Roar------!!!"
That howl was not the roar of a wild beast, but a clear and melodious chant containing supreme divinity, piercing the clouds, and announcing the return of a king!
The sound waves, mixed with golden Psionic Energy ripples, swept across every inch of Baal's land, passing through the ears and hearts of every warrior.
Ten thousand years later, Archangel Sanguinius.
They finally broke free from the shackles of death and the exile from the Warp.
He truly and completely returned to his beloved hometown, and to the sight of his descendants!
"Father... Father...?!"
Chapter Master Dante, a tough guy who has endured 1,500 years of trials and tribulations, recently resurrected, and feasted on "Saint Sauce".
At this moment, however, he was like the most vulnerable child, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
He stared intently at the radiant figure with outstretched wings in the sky, his single eye instantly filling with scalding tears, blurring his vision.
That is a resonance engraved deep in our genes, the most direct call from the source of our bloodline!
It's him!
It really is him!
Our Gene-Father... has returned!
Not just Dante.
On the battlefield, outside the temple, amidst the ruins...
All warriors who have the Blood of Sanguinius, whether seasoned veterans or newly recruited warriors who have just undergone transformation.
In that instant, I clearly felt a warm and powerful cleansing and comfort originating from the deepest part of life!
That terrible disease, inherited for millennia and like a curse, has plagued the offspring of the Blood Angels —that dark, Black Rage shadow lurking in the shadows, ready to erupt at any moment.
Bathed in this golden light, as brilliant as the rising sun and as pure as the first snow of heaven.
Like ice and snow exposed to the midday sun, it melts and dissipates rapidly and noticeably!
It was born from the death of an angel, and it died from the birth of an angel.
That is the return from the complete and divine essence of the Primarch.
It was as if it had injected the most perfect stabilizer and catalyst for sublimation into the bloodline of all offspring!