"Look, it's the holy angel—our father!"
"He was so great, so compassionate, and so unstoppable. Among all the primarchs, was there anyone who could stand alongside him?"
Azkaellon gazed at Sanguinius's back, watching his genetic father weave through the enemy ranks with unbelievable agility and speed.
Among all the primarchs, only their father possessed such skill. The Blood Angels' pride nearly burst from their chests, but their greater focus was on supporting and covering Sanguinius.
The rebels on Beta-Garmon II already knew that Sanguinius was on the planet, for the moment he arrived, he delivered a speech across every communications channel and thought-network.
Just like his previous speech aboard the Legion flagship, when the Imperial forces on Beta-Garmon II learned that the great Sanguinius had arrived, everyone erupted with two hundred percent enthusiasm and fighting spirit. Even the Titan Legions of the Mechanicum were stirred.
They had their own thoughts and inclinations, and enjoyed tremendous autonomy in vying for influence, but that was one thing and this was another. No one could ignore Sanguinius's charisma.
Not even the Titan princeps who had modified themselves until they barely resembled human beings in order to become one with their Titans.
When princeps submerged in deep-sea fluid, who had removed nearly all their limbs and muscles and relied solely on MIU systems to link with their Titans, were shouting long live Sanguinius, it proved that Sanguinius's charisma was invincible.
Everyone revered Sanguinius, regarding him as the Emperor's finest son and the holiest archangel.
Yet Sanguinius never grew arrogant because of it. Instead, he faced everyone's devotion with even greater humility. The people raised him high above them, and he held the people in his heart.
Sanguinius's craft, accompanied by six Stormbirds and even more Thunderhawk gunships, formed an attack formation and launched continuous