A Cultural Legacy

"Sanguinius, just as I said when we first met in Nostramo, the Miracles that man can create are more incredible than Miracles themselves."

"Eight Brother, I..."

"Don't panic, my brother, this is just the darkness before dawn, everything will pass."

At that moment, even Curze himself didn't realize that as he uttered those words, a faint golden light appeared in his eyes.

Similarly, within his body, the third heart, which had remained dormant since the awakening of the Warp Essence, began to beat.

"Curze, your chest."

Upon hearing Perturabo's voice, Curze glanced over.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect it to appear at this time."

As he spoke, Curze guided a ray of golden light out and placed it on Sanguinius' forehead.

His movements were exactly the same as Han Mingxuan's.

"My brother, may the light of reason pierce through the Mist for you, illuminate your path, and free you from the mist before your eyes."

Buzz!

A golden rune appeared on Sanguinius' forehead.

At that moment, thanks to this rune, Sanguinius experienced a clarity he had never known before.

After saying all this, Curze felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

"Curze!"

"Don't panic, I'm just a little dizzy."

Then everyone looked at Sanguinius' forehead.

"This is... an unformed character?"

Perturabo could tell that it was an Old Terra script, but it was not yet fully formed.

"Curze, next."

As he spoke, Han Mingxuan tossed his calligraphy brush to Curze.

"Dad?"

Finish writing that character.

"Good!"

Curze picked up the brush, and the third heart in his chest pounded violently.

At this moment, every heartbeat made Curze feel a wave of discomfort.

Numbness mixed with tingling pain, and waves of dizziness washed over me.

"I taught you that you need to be calm when writing large characters."

As he listened to Han Mingxuan's voice, Curze's hand became increasingly steady, and he finished writing the words on Sanguinius's forehead.

That was the Purity character).

Buzz!

Almost the instant the word was written, Sanguinius sensed a change.

The part of his body that represented Red Thirst had vanished without a trace!

"Dad, my handwriting... isn't it pretty good?"

"Well written, Curze."

The moment Curze wrote that word, Han Mingxuan knew that Curze had received a part of his legacy.

Or perhaps his golden heart is the result of his upbringing.

The golden heart, nurtured by culture, came into play at this moment.

His power originated from the same source as his own, but Curze's ability was ultimately limited.

I almost fainted after writing just one word.

But this is already very good.

At the very least, after I'm gone, Curze's ability can turn the tide and save the day from collapse.

Han Mingxuan channeled a wisp of blue-gold power into Curze's body, and the power of the third heart began to slowly recover, allowing Curze to regain his vitality.

"Phew! Dad's still the best. He took me down with just one word I wrote."

"You're alright, but Sanguinius is in trouble," Han Mingxuan said with a smile.

Then, the armor on Sanguinius' back began to shatter, and his originally snow-white wings turned into Hexagrammaton!

The original armor had also vanished without a trace, replaced by a moon-white robe.

"Thank you, my brother, for your praise, my elder."

"Have you awakened the Warp Essence?" Han Mingxuan asked with a smile.

"I have fulfilled my mission."

Even Han Mingxuan didn't expect that Sanguinius would awaken his Warp Essence at this time.

But did the Warp Essence awaken during the 30K era?

Then the Warp will be able to handle it.

"Does it have any specific effects?" Curze asked curiously.

"Order."

"It seems the Blood Angels will be transformed into the Imperium Living Saint Legion from now on. I wonder what Lion El'Jonson, who always prides himself on being the benchmark, will think when he finds out."

Everyone looked at Perturabo upon hearing this.

"Are you... joking?" Roboute asked.

"What, do I think Uncle only jokes around like this? Am I that serious?"

"Uh... Haha! Not serious! Fourth Brother, you're not serious at all!"

Curze found it even more amusing to see Perturabo trying so hard to liven things up.

"Haha, Curze is right, my brother, you have a real talent for telling jokes," Sanguinius chimed in.

As for Russ, he felt he hadn't rested well enough.

Seeing steel plates being used to liven things up must be from Fenrisian Mead.

"Cough cough cough."

The group was having a pleasant conversation when suddenly, Malcador coughed, which was quite inappropriate.

"What's wrong, Uncle Ma? Is your throat sore?"

"Fine."

He wouldn't have wanted to spoil the fun at this moment if Neoth hadn't kept poking him.

"Congratulations, my child." The Emperor looked at Sanguinius with eyes full of satisfaction.

This Scions, whose Divinity soul resonates most closely with his own, has achieved unexpectedly high levels of success.

Looking at Sanguinius' current state, the Emperor felt that even if his own part had awakened, there was still a way to defeat him.

At worst, we can just destroy Terra and enter the Imperium Secundus!

"It's all thanks to my Uncle's guidance and my brothers' help," Sanguinius said with a smile.

The moment he awakened, Sanguinius understood.

Only when he completely purifies the hidden Red Thirst within him will his true nature be fully awakened.

Without Curze's power, and without his Uncle's help, he would have remained stuck there forever.

It's even possible that it will become the Vampire foretold in the Prophecy.

"Don't just focus on your own happiness. Since this is a good thing, how about giving us two more days off for Sanguinius Festival?" Curze said with a smile.

"Haha! Of course, Curze!" the Emperor said with a laugh.

"Curze, my child..."

"Aunt Erda, take a break," Curze said with a smile.

"Auntie?"

"Didn't the Emperor tell you? I call him Uncle."

Ah?

"Indeed, Erda, it is my regret, but also Curze's honor."

To be taught by someone like Han Mingxuan is an unparalleled honor for Curze.

"This... this is really..."

Erda didn't know what to say.

Watching these children, one by one, become the people she hoped for, even better than she had hoped for.

Erda felt increasingly guilty.

"Neoth, from today onwards I will remain here. Please feel free to serve me if needed."

This is... self-imprisonment?

"Old Han, look at this..."

"Don't drag me into your messy affairs. Let's go, guys, it's so boring here."

Finally, Erda signed a pact with the Emperor using her own soul. She would spend the rest of her life atoning for her sins and would be the first and last line of defense for the Webway.

Until the soul is extinguished and returns to nothingness.

Perhaps this is the best outcome for her now.