The Angel's Crown

After sailing for some time, the group finally arrived at the Luna.

After arriving on the Luna, the Emperor, along with Han Mingxuan and Curze, immediately went to his most secret Laboratory.

"Night Haunter, come forth."

In the most secretive Laboratory, Han Mingxuan brought the Night Haunter before the Emperor.

"Is this the other spiritual entity you mentioned, Old Han?"

"Yes."

"No, Old Han, this is not a simple spiritual entity; it is another soul."

"Of course I know."

What?

The Emperor was shocked by Han Mingxuan's answer.

"You knew from the beginning that this so-called independent spiritual entity was another soul?"

"Of course, Your Emperor. There are some things we both know the other way around."

Take Dante, for example.

"What a miraculous and absurd reunion, my father."

The Night Haunter's tone was full of sarcasm and mockery.

He just stared at the Emperor.

"My child..."

"You are unworthy to be a father, Emperor. As Mortarion said, you are a hypocrite."

The Emperor didn't say much; he went to Warehouse No. 8 in the Laboratory.

"Let's get ready to begin."

While the physical reconstruction project was underway on the Luna, a silent change was also taking place within the Ninth Legion.

"Father."

"Dante, what happened?"

"It's nothing, Father."

Sanguinius looked at Dante with some surprise, then put down the book he was holding.

Dante has been in this state for more than 10 minutes now, from the beginning until now.

This is not right for Space Marines.

For Space Marine like Dante, this is even more inappropriate.

"Dante, I can sense the inner turmoil, even fear, in your heart. Speak, my child, no matter what, I am here."

Dante looked at his father, his heart was in turmoil, and his soul was even screaming.

He had not forgotten the pact he had signed with that mysterious Perpetual.

According to the contract, the deadline is fast approaching.

"Father, are you afraid of dreaming?"

"Dream?"

"Yes, Father, whether it's a beautiful dream or a nightmare, are you afraid of dreaming? Are you afraid of waking up from a dream?"

Sanguinius looked intently at his Scions, and he could sense that Dante's unease had intensified as he uttered those words.

"Dante, what did you dream about?"

Dante pondered for a long time, and then hesitated for even longer.

He finally made up his mind to tell the truth, but he did so in a very cryptic way.

"Father, the Ullanor Crusade is proceeding exceptionally smoothly thanks to the Father of Night's methods, and our Legion is about to enter its regular Great Crusade expeditionary mission."

"But at that moment, I dreamt of a dark future. I dreamt that all that was left for humanity in the galaxy was war and Despair."

In fact, Dante was referring to real events that occurred in his own time and space.

"You are afraid, Dante."

"Father, I'm sorry, but..."

He was about to fulfill his contract, he was about to return to the space-time he knew, he was about to leave his father, and he was about to face the dark and Despair universe.

He was Chapter Master survived for 1,500 years, a lifespan longer than the history of some battles. His 1,500-year military career proved his resilience and loyalty.

But when he finally saw his father, when he truly walked the path of the Great Crusade, when he was about to return...

The reluctance and unease in his heart continued to torment him.

Sanguinius said nothing. His Hexagrammaton flapped slowly, and white feathers gradually fell, carrying a touch of holy golden light.

Using his Psychic Power, Sanguinius wove these feathers into a laurel wreath.

"Dante, my finest Scions."

Dante looked up at his father.

"Father, I'm here."

"I know you're always by my side, and right now I want to tell you that I'm with you."

Then, Sanguinius personally placed the white laurel wreath on Dante's head.

"Wearing this crown is my blessing to you, my child. No matter how dark or Despair the future may be, I will be with you."

Dante stared blankly at his father.

He could feel the laurel wreath above his head; it wasn't heavy, but at this moment, it weighed as heavy as a thousand pounds in his heart.

"Upholding the Blood of Sanguinius!"

"No way!"

Sanguinius patted Dante on the shoulder.

"I know, Dante, your loyalty and honor prove it all."

"Go take a rest. After all, even I get a headache watching Uncle detonate two Supernovas at once."

Dante knew that his father was just making an excuse for him to go and get some rest.

The word "rest" was something he longed for but never wanted; he wanted to rest all the time.

But now, with the contract nearing its end, the word "rest" feels foreign to him.

"Father... I can continue."

"Even Space Marines need rest and relaxation. Go and rest, Dante."

"Yes, Father."

Dante gave Sanguinius a long look before finally leaving the command room.

Almost the instant Dante stepped out of the command room, Xiulikas appeared beside him.

I hope you are ready.

Dante took off the laurel wreath from his head and examined it closely in his hands.

"In keeping with the Blood of Sanguinius! Your Excellency, I am ready."

"Then come with me."

Then Xiulikas led Dante to a warehouse at the very back of the entire Flagship.

There is an ancient magic circle there that uses Psychic Power for teleportation.

"Let's go, the waves of fate are about to crash down on us, we should make some preparations."

After saying these words, Xiulikas activated the magic circle.

After a burst of intense white light, everything here vanished without a trace.

When the white light of the magic circle lit up somewhere on another Planet, the two appeared in a secret room.

Where is this?

"This is where we change the course of destiny. Here, your fate will be corrected, and the extra Power of Fate will be used to ensure the safety of the Father of Night."

Dante stared at the walls of the entire chamber, covered with densely packed runes. He didn't recognize them, but they seemed dangerous.

Looking at the walls covered in Enuncia runes, Xiulikas couldn't help but admire Oll Persson's cunning.

If it weren't for his proposal regarding Han Mingxuan's safety, Enuncia would probably never have appeared again.

At this very moment, on the Red Tear, the Great Angel dozed off.

"Raldoron, did I just fall asleep?"

"You took a nap, Father."

Where are we now?

"We've only recently left the Ullanor System, Father. We'll soon be entering our original marching defense zone."

"Set off, my finest Scions. After Ullanor, the Imperium will usher in a new era of glory."