Please Continue to Assist Me

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

No commands were required, and no hesitation was needed.

Like being swept away by an invisible wave, all the Blood Angels survived, witnessed, and perceived this scene were swept away.

From the Chapter Master Dante to the most ordinary soldier, as if they had rehearsed it a million times, they all knelt down on one knee in unison, facing the golden figure in the sky!

This gesture, solemn and devout, was filled with an indescribable excitement and sense of belonging.

Just as ten thousand years ago, Sanguinius knelt down lovingly before his children.

You are loyal to us, and we are loyal to you.

"Welcome back!"

"Father--!!!"

"Archangel--!!!"

Countless voices—hoarse, choked, ecstatic, devout...

Emerging from thousands of throats, it converged into a torrent of emotion, faith, and loyalty, soaring into the sky and heading straight for the newborn sun!

Sanguinius spread his dazzling wings of light and hovered in the sky.

I could clearly feel this boundless, fervent, and profound love and longing emanating from below, from the continuation of his bloodline.

Eternal solitude, hidden in the Warp, witnessing the suffering of his offspring with no power to help...

At this moment, everything was washed away and soothed by this surging tide of emotion.

He smiled.

For the first time in ten thousand years, I laughed out loud with such joy, such sincerity, and such complete freedom from gloom!

"Hahahaha--!!!"

The laughter was clear and powerful, mingling with the waves of cheers below, echoing under the sky where Baal had been reborn.

An unprecedented fighting spirit and vitality surged within his newborn body.

He was even somewhat impatient to find those traitorous Primarch and Legions who had betrayed humanity and sided with Chaos.

He will use the newly formed, even more powerful sword in his hand to utterly shred them into cosmic dust!

Ten thousand years later, all living beings in the Milky Way know this.

Robert Guilliman, the Primarch of Ultramarines, was an absolute "Son of War," a master of operations and a god of strategy.

But perhaps many have forgotten the brilliant era ten thousand years ago.

The Ninth Primarch, Sanguinius, sheds the compassionate and sacred "angelic" cloak of daily life.

When fully engaged in battle, he is the Primarch with the most ferocious, intense, and destructive aesthetic among all of Primarch!

He is an angel, and also a judge bathed in blood.

He is a holy angel, and also Blood Angels who strikes fear into the hearts of his enemies!

Ten thousand years ago, he was the embodiment of the "perfect warrior" that the tyrannical god Khorne most desired.

Ten thousand years later, even with Guilliman as his "new love," Sanguinius still firmly holds the second place on Khorne's list of desires!

The Ninth Prince of the Imperium, the only Primarch with the ability to fly ten thousand years ago, the eternal father and symbol of the Blood Angels, and the Emperor of the Second Imperium!

Sanguinius solemnly declares – his official return to the Realspace!

He laughed heartily, fully experiencing the surging, new power within him, more than ten times stronger than it had been ten thousand years ago.

This perfect body has been reshaped by the Eternal Essence and the gifts of Guilliman.

It was sufficient to perfectly contain and even surpass his original powerful Warp Essence, and the combination of Psionic Energy and physical body reached an unprecedented peak of harmony.

If one must find a reference point to describe his current state with Guilliman...

That was the Emperor himself, who walked the world in his complete form ten thousand years ago, whose Psionic Energy and physical body had reached the ultimate peak of human theory!

Amidst the exhilaration, a long-lost playful spirit stirred within the angel.

His wings of light fluttered slightly, and he raised a finger, gently tapping the void in front of him.

"Buzz--"

He casually tore open Warp portal with golden flames flowing along its edges and a deep interior that seemed to lead to another dimension.

His figure flashed, like a golden shooting star, and instantly disappeared into the portal.

Below, Dante, who was excitedly preparing to welcome his father's arrival with tears in his eyes, witnessed this scene and his eyes widened in horror!

Holy shit!

My dad just came back to life... how did he run away again?!

A tremendous sense of loss and panic instantly gripped his heart.

"Father!

Where are you?!

Father--!!!"

Dante cried out, his voice filled with disbelief and panic.

The other Blood Angels also instantly became agitated.

The initial elation was replaced by worry, and countless eyes anxiously scanned the sky, searching for the golden figure.

"I am here.

I've always been here.

A gentle, calm voice, carrying boundless soothing power, rang out directly behind Dante, almost touching him.

Dante shuddered and turned around abruptly.

Behind him, golden ripples spread through the air once more, and a smaller, more refined Warp portal quietly appeared.

Sanguinius ' tall, perfect figure radiating warm light.

As if returning home from a stroll, she stepped calmly out of the door, a gentle and slightly apologetic smile on her face.

Just like ten thousand years ago, the most beautiful image deep in my memory.

So warm, so radiant.

Sanguinius looked at the man before him who had borne the burden of a thousand years for himself, for the Chapter, and for the Imperium.

The son, already exhausted but still standing until the very last moment, had eyes filled with endless pity and pride.

Without any hesitation, he opened his arms, took a step forward, and embraced Dante tightly.

This is an embrace that transcends life and death, and transcends time.

"Thank you for your hard work, Dante..."

Thanks a lot..."

Sanguinius ' voice Whisper in Dante's ear, filled with sincere heartache and gratitude:

"For the past 1,500 years, every choice you've made, every battle you've fought, every sacrifice you've made..."

I saw it all, and I remember it all.

You did... far better than I imagined, much better than me, this incompetent father."

He loosened his embrace slightly and placed his hands on Dante's shoulders.

Looking directly into his son's tear-streaked face, a mixture of excitement, grievance, relief, and boundless loyalty, he said solemnly and gently:

"I'm back."

I sincerely hope that from now on, you can unload some of your burdens and get the rest and relaxation you truly deserve...

But my son, I still need you. The Blood Angels Chapter and the entire Imperium still need your wisdom, your experience, and your priceless loyalty.

I implore you, please continue to assist me.

Blood Angels... I can't live without you.