The Lion Awakens (2)

"You've finally deigned to show up, the one who's been following my guard the whole time."

"Homage to the Primarch the Ninth Legion, the Great Angel of the Imperium."

Sanguinius nodded and looked at the sword behind him.

"I saw you before, in the Warp. I was still drifting in the Warp back then. I never imagined we'd meet again in a place like this."

Lord Cypher did not speak; he simply stood aside.

"So now should I call you Cypher, or should I call you Calth Vienne?"

"Honorable Primarch, I am now merely a lost soul with an unfinished mission."

Lord Cypher always carried the Lion Sword on his back; it was a symbol of his mission.

However, with the appearance of the Father of Night...

Everything suddenly changed.

Or even earlier, it was from the appearance of that Imperium Chancellor that hope began to emerge for the Imperium of Man.

From that moment on, he began to question himself.

Have I completed my mission? Or does my mission still need to continue?

Clearly, no one in this era can give him the answer.

The Imperium Chancellor and the Great Father of Night brought the Imperium back to life.

Even after the Father of Night appeared, the Great Angel were Resurrection.

Therefore, Lord Cypher made a wise choice.

He remained in Baal, keeping a close eye on the movements of the Resurrection Primarch, as well as the entire Ninth Legion.

From the moment Sanguinius Resurrection, Lord Cypher knew perfectly well that the Ninth Legion was still the Ninth Legion.

After observing for some time, Lord Cypher confirmed that the Great Angel was still the Great Angel.

In fact, Sanguinius and Dante noticed each other when Lord Cypher first entered the Legion.

But Sanguinius allowed him to observe.

For the naturally suspicious son of Lion El'Jonson, Sanguinius felt that in this era, as an elder, he should first offer him the leverage of trust.

Finally, on this day, the other party showed up.

"Lord Cypher, what are you doing?!"

"Azrael, you should understand that Cypher is just a title, and you should also know what that title really means."

"The oath transcends the individual; to sacrifice oneself to become the oath itself—then so be it, Cypher."

From the moment he became Lord Cypher, it didn't matter whether he was Corswain or Zahariel.

Just like Lord Cypher himself is a cultural symbol within Caliban.

Keep the oath, and then become the oath itself; at that point, the individual ceases to exist.

Lord Cypher is just Lord Cypher.

Now Lord Cypher has appeared, and Primarch and his guard are also here.

In addition, the presence of the former leader of the VIII Legion made Azrael hesitant to make any rash moves.

This made Azrael hesitant to make any rash moves.

Currently, the only known Demigods walking the earth in the entire Imperium are the universally beloved Great Angel.

Besides this Great Angel, the Legion Primarch, as recorded in the First Legion's secret archives, is also among them.

Of course, this was a secret of the First Legion, and no one knew it.

Therefore, Azrael cannot determine exactly how many Primarch are currently active within the Imperium of Man.

Otherwise, the moment he saw this ancient command, he would have attacked Sanguinius first.

"Great Primarch, we would like to know what you need to Investigation in your journey to the lower levels of the Rock."

The entire the Rock a series of secrets, each one intricately linked to the next.

The deeper you go, the older the secrets become.

Some of these are things that only the Primarch himself has the authority to open.

"Actually, I don't know either, Azrael. As you know, we were just ordered to come here; the rest is up to fate."

If this statement had come from someone else, it would certainly be highly suspicious, but the person who said it was Sanguinius.

This forced Azrael to think things through carefully.

Just as the group continued to venture deeper, a thick white fog suddenly obscured everyone's vision.

Be on high alert!

"Calm down, Dark Angels." It was Dante who spoke.

"Dante, have you seen him?"

"Yes, Father, I think we will see the Lion soon."

What should we do next?

"Listen carefully, follow the sound of the flowing water."

The surrounding Dark Angels exchanged glances, then simultaneously looked at the Blood Angels's Chapter Master.

For some reason, they have a sense of absurdity now.

The Blood Angels' Chapter Master knows this place better than they do.

Or to put it more bluntly, the current Blood Angels are more like Dark Angels than they were.

However, according to Dante's message, the group still heard the sound of flowing water, and then, guided by the sound, gradually arrived at the riverbank.

However, they saw nothing by the river.

"Should we go upstream or downstream now?" Azrael asked, forcing himself to suppress his discomfort.

The feeling that someone else knows your secrets better than you do is incredibly painful.

We need to wait.

"Wait?"

"Yes."

Azrael wanted to object, but firstly, Sanguinius was there, and secondly Dante himself knew the place better than they did, so he could only obey.

And so, no one knows how long they waited by the stream.

Suddenly, the sound of the river changed, clearly indicating that some creature was coming downstream in a small boat.

Something's coming.

The group looked toward the center of the river, where there was indeed a small boat with a group of hooded dwarves on board.

These dwarfs have an average height of only about one to one and a half meters.

The dwarves had several fish on their boat, clearly indicating that they had come to fetch them.

What exactly are these?

Azrael didn't recognize any of these things.

In fact, it was these Watchers in the Dark who placed Lion El'Jonson in the center of the Rock Chamber.

"We'll find out once we follow them. Let's go."

The group followed the small boat along the shore.

Soon they came to a ferry crossing.

It looks like two people were just sitting here, because a chair was empty and there was a fishing rod next to it.

There was a fish basket next to the fishing rod, but it looked like there were no fish in it.

On the other side of the chair sat another person.

Beside that person was a shield and a greatsword.

He was tall and had gray hair, but the Dark Angels could recognize him at a glance.

That was their great Gene-Father!

Even Sanguinius didn't expect that their goal would be achieved so easily.

"According to what that old man said, I woke up earlier than expected," the figure sitting by the river said.

"I hope our arrival has not disturbed your sleep, my brother," Sanguinius said with a smile.

"Of course not, my brother, I don't have morning grumpiness."

The figure stood up and turned to look at Sanguinius, but when Sanguinius saw the person, his smile vanished.

Because in Sanguinius' eyes, the old man before him was far removed from the proud and powerful brother he remembered.

"Big Brother, you're getting old."