Human Empire, 42nd millennium, home of the Sacred Blood Angels, Baal.
The entire planet was burning.
The fleet of the Tailun Zergs, the Leviathan, was besieging this ancient but barren planet. This was not a place that the Tailun Zergs should be interested in. There were deserts everywhere, scarce resources, and blood-red fog forever shrouded this planet. No place was suitable for habitation.
However, it was clear that something was attracting the arrival of the Tarun Insectoids. The will of the swarm was eager to swallow the planet into its stomach. A fleet of incomparably large numbers gathered, ready to loot and devour everything to satisfy their insatiable hunger.
The swarm had been wreaking havoc throughout the Milky Way for five centuries. Hundreds of planets had been devoured. The Tailun Zergs would devour everything, including organic matter and even things that had been corrupted into subspace energy by Chaos. They would eat and absorb everything. The swarm would also change constantly. The will of the swarm would adapt to the enemy's weapons, tactics, and characteristics through genetic mutation and absorption of the enemy's genes. As long as there were enough resources, the number of swarm was endless, and the combat power of humans was decreasing every minute and second.
However, in such a dark era, there were still heroic men and women who walked onto the battlefield and fought desperately. No matter how small the chance of victory was, no matter how large the swarm was, the resistance always continued.
Now, the resistance had arrived at Baal, the home world of the Sacred Blood Angels.
The leader of the Sacred Blood Angels, Dante, was a Black Star Trooper who had served the Empire for 1,500 years. He was probably one of the oldest commanders who had not entered the Fearless. During the long service, his body was already riddled with holes, and his soul was exhausted. However, in the face of the threat of the Leviathan fleet, the flames of battle and determination burned in his chest once again.
Dante issued a summons to the entire universe, and almost all the Sacred Blood Angels responded and rushed to support Baal, the home world of the Sacred Blood Angels.
In order to protect their home, these descendants with the blood of Saint Giles had exhausted almost all their strength. In the defense of the outer satellites, five battle commanders had died in battle. After that, in the battle of Baal's main planet, a total of ten battle commanders had been wiped out.
Now, the last of the Saint Blood Angels' heirs were defending their last stronghold, the monastery. There, they were preparing for the final battle when the next wave of attacks swept over. The end of the world seemed to be coming for the Son of Saint Giles.
The entire planet was burning, and the battle was still going on. The humans were desperately resisting. How many enemies were there? He wasn't sure, but everyone who was still alive had to fight against insects ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times their number.
Commander Dante was still putting up his last resistance. He was facing a Great Lord of the Hive alone. This dangerous, ultimate biological weapon was the ultimate evolution of the Great Lord of the Hive. The Great Lord of the Hive was three times as tall as Dante. Its sharp bone sword and the Blade of Symbiosis cut Dante's power armor into pieces like a rag.
The Great Lord of the Hive was more powerful than any enemy Dante had ever seen. Every part of its body was used to kill and fight. Different Hive Tyrants corresponded to different unique biochemical weapons, psionic abilities, and combat forms, and the Great Lord of the Hive in front of him …
The Saint Blood Angel Commander could feel the sharp bone blade piercing through his body, his heart, and his spine. Dante panted in extreme pain, and he could taste the taste of blood in his mouth.
He was about to die.
But everything was not over. When the Great Lord of the Hive's bone sword and the Blade of Symbiosis broke through Dante's defense, it also left the Great Lord of the Hive wide open. Dante gathered his last strength and aimed the hellfire pistol at the Great Lord of the Hive's face.
"Because of the blood of Saint Giles, I was able to serve the Empire and the Emperor for 1,500 years," Dante said silently. Dante said silently, "It's already enough. I've already given up everything for St. Giles, for the Imperial Emperor and the human empire."
He pulled the trigger.
I might not be the golden-armored warrior who stands in front of the Emperor in the prophecy.
No, I'm definitely not!
The Great Lord of the Hive's body landed on Barr's barren land. The red desert opened its arms to welcome its child, even though Barr was already in the most desperate situation.
Then, darkness overflowed his consciousness and swallowed him.
"Wake up, Dante!" Just as Dante's consciousness was falling at an extremely fast speed, a warm golden light wrapped around his consciousness. A familiar yet unfamiliar figure sounded in the depths of his mind and hugged him. "Wake up, Dante, my greatest son. Open your eyes!"
The warm golden light healed his injuries and soothed his tired soul. The wound did not seem to hurt anymore. Dante tried to open his eyes, and then his pupils instantly enlarged to the limit!
The archangel's passionate and loving face appeared in front of Dante. He had a smile on his face, but there were tears in his eyes. There was only love, justice, and courage on Saint Giles' face that was full of vitality. The archangel spread his wings, and the white feathers were so holy and pure. Saint Giles' figure shone like the noon sun. Behind him, the sun shone on the earth. The golden sun scattered across the sky. The Emperor's salvation had arrived.
"Father … Dearest, where is this? Hell? "Dante's voice was weak and powerless.
"This is the human world." The original body reached out and aimed at the wound that Dante had torn open by the Hive Overlord. Golden ripples gathered from the subspace like a tsunami and poured into Dante's body. Tears flowed down Saint Giles' face. The original body said softly, "It's been hard on you for 1,500 years, my son."
"If you really understand me, please let me sleep, Father?" Father? "Dante pleaded with his genetic father." I've already given everything I have. "
"But please allow me to refuse, Dante. In this world, no one can stay out of it. No one." Saint Giles revealed a sorrowful expression at first, but soon, his expression gradually warmed up. "Are you ready to fight with me again?"
"Fight with you?" The commander murmured. "Sir, that's impossible!"
"I've been separated from my father, brothers, and important children like you." The hot tears of the angel dripped onto Dante's chest. Saint Giles was crying and laughing. "Those are people who fought together, suffered together, and laughed together."
"Laughed together?" Dante said softly. He couldn't even remember the last time he laughed.
"Betrayal, destruction, and fratricidal fighting. I fell in front of Horus, but I'm still fighting!" Saint Giles said softly. The original body's fingers brushed across Dante's face, feeling the contours of his face. "Even if we're separated, even if my father, brothers, and I can no longer fight side by side with you, I can always feel that my blood is always with you. We fight together and win together. We're not alone."
"Even if we're separated, we'll always be together?" A warm current flowed through the commander's body. The power of the original body expelled the call of death. Saint Giles stretched out his hand and gestured for Dante to hold him. "Are you ready? My greatest son is going to fight! "
"Oh!" The long-lost passion and hot-bloodedness returned. Dante reached out and held the hand of the Father of Genes.
Endless light appeared on the battlefield. The light scattered across the sky of Baal, illuminating the entire battlefield.
Flames filled the sky, and flames soared into the sky. A holy archangel landed in front of everyone. His voice exploded like a great bell.
The Red Dyed Blade was held in his hand, and the Spear of Completion was pointed at the sky. A magnificent and breathtaking scene appeared in front of everyone.
The original body of the Ninth Legion, Saint Giles, appeared here in an unbelievable manner. The iconic huge wings erected towards the sky made everyone speechless. Like a subspace storm and a supernova explosion that swept over, it shocked everyone's hearts and souls. Even the swarm of insects was momentarily stunned.
Our original body! Resurrected!
He was so holy, so great, and so full of surging vitality!
He was resurrected! He had returned when Baal was at its most dangerous!
At this moment, the archangel's sadness and smile had disappeared. His expression was furious and violent. It was as if some kind of uncontrollable fire of fury was burning. All the descendants of Saint Giles who had the blood of Saint Giles all felt the anger of the Father of Genes.
Unforgivable!
Saint Giles only made the simplest gesture. He pointed lightly, and the commander, Dante, and his last descendants all resolutely obeyed the orders of the original body.
Battle!
The original body spread its wings and soared into the sky. Then, it landed at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye. The Red Dyed Blade flashed with a thunderous attack and split an insect nest warrior into two.
The massacre began!
Countless insects charged towards Saint Giles.
The first to be cut into two was a gluttonous insect. Its body was cut neatly, and purple blood spurted into the sky.
Golden phantoms and wings flashed across the battlefield and the oncoming plasma. Everywhere they passed, the swarm of insects turned into minced meat under their hard shells.
Then, it was the Acid Beast, the Biochemical Beast, and Licat.
A nest tyrant seemed to want to stop the Demigod's massacre. Before its heavy venom cannon could be fired, it had been separated from its body. But Saint Giles would not turn a blind eye to all this. The original body of the Sacred Blood Angel knew how much damage these bastards had brought to his home, so he quickly approached and gave a resolute counterattack.
The tip of the Spear of Eradication pierced into the nest tyrant's head. The Mark of Purity personally written by the Emperor exploded with a powerful force and vaporized the tyrant's entire head in an instant. The huge headless body then fell down.
Another nest overlord came to fight the Demigod, but Saint Giles was best at fighting the big with the small. The original body's figure was like lightning, and before it collided head-on with the nest overlord's two pairs of bone daggers that were capable of cutting through any Psionic Shield and Vibrating Metal Statue, Saint Giles let himself fall rapidly.
With a simple "V" downward and then upward, the nest overlord's two recurved legs were broken. The terrifying giant beast lost its support and quickly fell to the ground like a heavy stone. Before it could adapt to the new changes, its head had already flown off from its neck. The blazing flames on Saint Giles' Red Dyed Blade burned the nest overlord's corpse until it was boiling hot, bursting with sparks.
No insect could stop it. No existence could deal with this Demigod who had escaped death and returned with glory. At least, there was none in front of them.
The massacre continued. When Saint Giles attracted the attention and firepower of all the insects by himself, his descendants were also boiling with excitement at the scene in front of them.
"In the name of the Archangel! For the Emperor! For Saint Giles!
"Not in vain, the blood of Saint Giles!"
The warriors, who had the blood of angels flowing in their veins, charged again.
… I am the dividing line of the angel's return …
When Kirriman and his expedition fleet arrived at Baal, the battle was already over.
The sky continued to be clear, and there were few traces of the subspace storm left behind. Morning came, and Baal returned to its natural pink and blue colors. The extreme warriors were obviously extremely surprised by the scene in front of them. But with the appearance of Saint Giles, all the extreme warriors were ordered by Second Company Commander Sicarius to salute this (possibly) greatest original body.
Even the honorary guards raised their swords to Saint Giles as a sign of respect.
"Welcome, Commander of the Ninth Army." Second Company Commander Sicarius saluted. "Our master is waiting for you inside."
Saint Giles did not seem to have recovered from the previous battle. He just tried his best to maintain a polite nod. He thought of the past and could not help but laugh self-deprecatingly. He checked his red robe and continued to walk to the center under the gaze of thousands of Black Star Troopers and dozens of Imperial Guards. There, on a pure adamantine throne surrounded by hundreds of decorations, sat the Regent of the Empire, Robault Kirriman.
"It's really been a long time, brother."
"Is this really true? Is it really you? You're back? You're finally willing to come back! Saint Giles, my brother! " Kirriman was so excited that he did not know what to do. He threw the Imperial Sword aside and could not help but quickly walk down the steps and reach out to hold Saint Giles' shoulder.
"Robault, you're always late. Ten thousand years ago, and ten thousand years later." Saint Giles' face was smiling, but his words were merciless. "What's even better is that Zhuang Sen didn't come at all. Very good, nothing has changed. What should I call you? Lord Regent? Same as before? "
"Just call me brother." Kirriman could not help but clumsily wipe his tears with his hand. "Sorry, there were too many surprises. I'm a little …"
"You have to thank Laing's efforts, the dark elf called Olica's efforts, and Fogen's full protection." Saint Giles smiled and said, "And your close friend, the three heads of the Death Army, came in time to help."
Saint Giles told Kirriman a series of events, and the two original bodies exchanged information.
"Mortarion! That bastard! I'll catch him myself! But the situation is not good now, brother. " Kirriman put away his smile. "Father has reliable news. Laing's adoptive father, Cole, and Fogen's previous subordinate, Lucius, as well as the demon prince reborn, Muka, have secretly sneaked into the world where Laing and Fogen are. In addition, there's also the demon prince of Nurgle, Mephidast, the demon prince of Lust, and so on."
"Let's think about how we can help Laing, Fogen, and Rus." Saint Giles sighed. "But we can be sure that we can't go there again."
"Why?" Kirriman was still puzzled. Saint Giles pointed to the sky.
Baweiyi and Baweiyi continued their slow waltz around Baal as usual. Only Baweiyi was now dead. In the southern hemisphere, the symbol of Kabanha, the symbol of the Eight Pillars of Khorne, was still vivid in their eyes. On the bright surface of the satellite, there were demonic runes from Khorne that were piled up from the skulls of millions of Terun Zergs.
"This is a letter of challenge! Kabanha and I still have a lot of old debts to settle! "
"But I'm more worried that Khorne might make that guy move."
"That guy, you mean Khorne …" Kirriman's expression changed slightly.
"I know Khorne." Saint Giles nodded. The Saint Blood Angel original body closed his eyes and said helplessly, "I don't know what Angelo is doing now."
"Maybe only he can deal with that guy."
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