Proof of the Sun King

Empire of Man, forty-second millennium, home of the Blood Angels, Baal.

The whole planet is burning.

The fleet of Tyranids, Leviathan is besieging this ancient but barren planet. This is not a place that Tyranids should be interested in. There are deserts everywhere, resources are scarce, and the blood-red mist is forever shrouded in blood. On this planet, no place is suitable for habitation.

But there is obviously something that is attracting the arrival of the Tyranids. The will of the swarm is eager to swallow the planet. An extremely large fleet is assembled, ready to loot and devour everything to satisfy them. The insatiable hunger.

The swarm has ravaged the galaxy for five centuries, and hundreds of planets have been devoured. The Tyranids will devour everything, including any organic matter or even anything that has been corrupted into a mass of warp energy by Chaos. Entering in, the swarm will also change all the time. The will of the worm will be based on the enemy's weapons, tactics, and characteristics, through genetic mutation and absorbing the opponent's genes, to establish a new army and adapt to the opponent's strategy. As long as there are enough resources, the number of swarms Endless, and the combat power of human beings is decreasing every minute and every second.

But in such dark times, humankind still has heroic men and women taking to the battlefield in desperate confrontations, no matter how small the chances of victory, no matter how large the scale of the hive, the resistance continues.

Now, resistance has come to Baal, the homeworld of the Blood Angels Chapter.

Blood Angels Chapter Master Dante is a Space Marine who has served the Empire for 1500 years. He may be one of the oldest existing Chapter Masters who have not entered the Dreadnought. During his long service, His body was riddled with holes and his soul was worn out, but the flames and determination of battle burned from within his chest again as he faced the threat of the Leviathan fleet.

Dante issued a call to the whole universe, and almost all the blood angel subgroups also responded and came to support Baal, the home world of the blood angels.

In order to defend their homeland, these descendants of the blood of Sanguinius have exhausted almost all their strength. Five chapter leaders died in the outer satellite defense battle, and after the battle of Baal's main star, a whole ten battles were lost. The group was destroyed.

Now, the last of the Blood Angels are entrenched in the last stronghold of the monastery, where they prepare for a final battle when the next wave of attacks is swept away. The end, finally seems to be coming towards the Son of Sanguinius.

The entire planet is burning, the battle continues, and humanity is desperately resisting. How many enemies are there? I don't know, but everyone who is still alive has to fight against bugs that are ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times more than him.

Chapter leader Dante is still fighting his last stubborn resistance. He is facing a hive lord independently - this dangerous ultimate biological weapon is the ultimate evolution of the hive lord. These are already extremely strong and tall. , The mighty existence is as tall as three Dantes. Its sharp bone sword and symbiotic blade are like cutting rags, cutting Dante's power armor into pieces.

The strength of the opponent is more difficult than all the enemies Dante has ever seen. Every part of its body is used to kill and fight. Different hive tyrants correspond to different biochemical weapons, psionic abilities and combat. form, and the hive lord in front of him

The Blood Angels Chapter Master could feel the sharp bone blades piercing his body and his heart, his spine, and Dante gasped in excruciating pain, he could feel the blood in his mouth .

He is going to die.

But everything is not over yet. When the Bone Sword and Symbiosis Blade of the Hive Lord broke through Dante's defense, it also opened the door of the Hive Lord. Dante gathered his last strength and aimed the Hellfire pistol at it. the face of the Hive Lord.

"Because of the blood of Sanguinius, I was able to serve the empire and the emperor for 1,500 years." Dante said silently: "I have already, enough, I have given my everything, for Sanguinius, for the sake of Sanguinius. The Emperor and the Empire of Man."

He pulled the trigger.

I may not be the gold-armored warrior that was prophesied to stand in the way of the Emperor.

No, definitely not!

The Chapter Master's body fell on the barren lands of Baal, and the red desert opened its arms to welcome its child, even though Baal was in the most desperate situation.

Then, darkness swept through his consciousness, engulfing him.

"Wake up, Dante!" Just as Dante's consciousness was falling down at an extremely fast speed, the warm golden light enveloped his consciousness, and a familiar and unfamiliar figure sounded deep in his mind , took him into his arms: "Wake up, Dante, my greatest son, open your eyes!"

The warm golden light healed his injury and soothed his tired soul. The wound seemed to be no longer painful. Dante tried to open his eyes, and then his pupils instantly enlarged to the limit!

The face of the angel's enthusiasm and love appeared in front of Dante, with a smile on his face, but there were tears in his eyes, Sanguinius' face full of vitality only love, justice and courage, the archangel Spreading his wings, the white feathers were so sacred and pure, the figure of Sanguinius gleamed like the noonday sun, and behind him the sun shone on the earth, the golden sun spread over the firmament, the Emperor's Redemption has come.

"Father... dear, where is this? Hell?" Dante's voice was weak and feeble.

"This is the human world." The primarch stretched out his hand and aimed at Dante's wound torn open by the Hive Lord. One after another, golden ripples gathered from the subspace like a tsunami and poured into Dante's body. Tears streamed down Sanguinius' face, and the Primarch said silently, "For 1500 years, hard work, my son."

"If you really understand me, please let me sleep, okay? Father?" Dante pleaded with his genetic father: "I have given my all."

"But please allow me to refuse, Dante, in this world, no one can stay out of the way, no one." Sanguinius' face first showed a sad expression, but soon, his expression gradually warmed up: "Get ready, come with me, fight again?"

"With you?" the Chapter Master murmured, "My lord, this is impossible!"

"I have been separated from my father, my brothers, and your important children." Hot angelic tears fell on Dante's chest, and Sanguinius was crying and laughing: "That was a battle together. , people who suffer together and laugh together.”

"Let's laugh together?" Dante said silently, he couldn't even remember the last time he laughed.

"Betrayal, destruction, fratricidal, I fell in front of Horus, but I'm still fighting!" Sanguinius said softly, the Primarch's fingers brushing Dante's face, feeling him "Even if we are separated, even if I can no longer fight side by side with my father, my brothers, and you, I can always feel that my blood is always with you, fighting together, winning together, we , not alone."

"Always be together even when separated?" The warm torrent flowed through the Chapter Master's body, the power of the Primarch banished the call of death, and Sanguinius stretched out his hand, motioning for Dante to hold him: " Are you ready? My greatest son is going!"

"Oh!" The long-lost passion and blood returned, and Dante reached out and held the hand of the father of genes.

Endless light appeared on the battlefield, and the light spread all over Baal's sky, lighting up the entire battlefield.

The flames were in the sky, and the fire was soaring into the sky, and a holy archangel fell in front of everyone, and his voice exploded like a bell.

The blade of dyed red was held in his hand, and the spear of accomplishment pointed directly at the sky, and a magnificent and breath-taking picture was displayed in front of everyone.

The Primarch of the Ninth Legion, Sanguinius, appeared here in an incredible posture, and the giant wings that were raised towards the sky made everyone speechless, like a warp storm and a supernova explosion. , shocked everyone's hearts and souls, and even the swarm appeared sluggish for a short time.

Our Primarch! Resurrected!

He is so holy, so great, so full of surging vitality!

He is resurrected! He's back at Baal's worst time!

The archangel at this time had lost his sadness and smile, and his expression was angry and furious, as if there was some kind of uncontrollable fire of fury burning, and all the children of Sanguinius who shed the blood of Sanguinius felt it. The wrath of the father of genes.

Unforgivable!

Sanguinius made only the simplest gesture, and with a flick of his finger, Chapter Master Dante and his last sons resolutely obeyed the Primarch's orders.

fighting!

The wings spread, the primarch's figure soared in the sky, and then fell at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and the red-stained sword flashed a thunderous strike, splitting a worm-hive warrior in two.

The slaughter begins!

Countless worms rushed towards Sanguinius.

The first to be cut in two was a gluttonous worm, its body was neatly cut open, and purple blood rushed to the sky.

Gold-colored phantoms and wings flashed across the battlefield and the oncoming plasma, and wherever they passed, the swarm turned into minced flesh under the hard carapace.

Then there are Acid Beasts, Biochemical Beasts and Likat.

A hive tyrant seems to want to stop the slaughter of the demigods, and its heavy venom cannon has been separated from its body before it can fire, but Sanguinius will not turn a blind eye to everything, the Primarch of the Blood Angels Knowing how traumatized the offal had caused his home, he approached quickly and fought back resolutely.

The tip of the Spear of Completion pierced the head of the Hive Tyrant, and the imprint of purity written by the Emperor himself erupted with a powerful force that instantly evaporated the Tyrant's entire head, and the giant headless body collapsed with it.

Another hive lord came to confront the demigod, but Sanguinius was best at fighting the big with the small. The primarch's figure was like lightning, and he ran into the two pairs of the hive lord head-on. Sanguinius allowed himself to plummet before a whirlwind of bone knives capable of slicing through any psionic shield and vibrating gold like air.

A simple "V" dips down and then rises, the two recurve legs of the hive lord snapped, the terrifying beast lost its support and fell to the ground like a cumbersome stone, it has not yet had time to adapt to the new changes , the head flew from the neck, and the flames burning on Sanguinius's red-stained blade burned the corpse of the lord of the hive into pieces of sparks.

No insects can stop him, there is no existence that can deal with this demigod who escaped from death and returned in glory, at least not in front of him.

The slaughter continued, and while Sanguinius single-handedly attracted the attention and firepower of all the swarms, his heirs were also enthralled by the sight before him.

"In the name of the Archangel! For the Emperor! For Sanguinius!

"No loss, the blood of Sanguinius!"

The warriors who shed the blood of angels charged again.

…………I am the dividing line of the return of the angel…………

By the time Guilliman and his expeditionary fleet arrived at Baal, the battle was over.

The sky continued to clear, and the warp storm left few traces. The morning came, and Baal returned to his natural hues of pink and blue. The Ultramarines were obviously amazed by what they saw, but with the appearance of Sanguinius, all the Ultramarines were swept away by the Second Company Commander. Callius ordered a salute to the (probably) greatest Primarch.

Even the Honor Guards raised their swords at Sanguinius in respect.

"Welcome, Lord of the Ninth Legion." Second Company Commander Sicarius saluted, "Our Lord is waiting for you inside."

Sanguinius didn't seem to have withdrawn from the previous battle. He just nodded as politely as he could. He remembered the past and couldn't help laughing at himself. He checked his red robe. , continued to walk towards the center under the watchful eye of thousands of Space Marines and dozens of Imperial Custodians, where, on a pure golden throne surrounded by hundreds of ornaments, Imperial Regent Roboute-Key Liman sat here.

"It's been a long time, really, brother."

"Is this really true? Is it really you? You're back? You're finally willing to come back! Sanguinius, my brother!" Guilliman was so excited that he didn't know what to do. Throwing the Emperor's Sword aside, he couldn't help but quickly walked down the steps and reached out to hold Sanguinius' shoulder.

"Robot, you're always late, 10,000 years ago, and 10,000 years later." Sanguinius smiled, but spoke without mercy: "What's even better is , Jonson didn't come at all, very good, nothing has changed, what should I call you? Lord Regent? Same as before?"

"Just call me brother." Guilliman couldn't help wiping his tears awkwardly with his hand: "I'm sorry, there are too many surprises, I'm a little..."

"You have to thank Ryan for his efforts~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that dark elf named Olika, and Fulgrim's full protection." Sanguinius smiled and said: "And your close friend, the **** of death. Timely support from the Big Three."

Sanguinius shared a series of experiences with Guilliman, and the two Primarchs exchanged information.

"Mortarion! This bastard! I'll take him back myself! But things are not good now, brother." Guilliman put away his smile: "Reliable news from father, Roja's adoptive father Cole** and before The perverted Lucius under Fulgrim, and the demon prince reborn Mka have all sneaked into the world where Ryan and Fugan are in, in addition to Nurgle's demon prince Murphy Dust, Se The evil demon prince Casoron and so on."

"Let's think about how we can help Ryan, Forgan, and Ruth." Sanguinius breathed a sigh of relief: "But for sure, we can't go there anymore."

"Why?" Guilliman was still wondering, Sanguinius pointed his hand to the air.

Baal and Baal continue their slow waltz around Baal as always, only Baal is now dead, in the southern hemisphere, the eight-column emblem of Khorne, the symbol of Khorne's greatest magickabanha. On the surface of the bright moon were left demonic runes from Khorne, built from the skulls of millions of Tyranids.

"This is a challenge book! Kabanha and I, there are still a lot of old accounts to settle!"

"But what I'm more worried about is that Khorne is very likely to get that guy out."

"That guy, you mean Khorne..." Guilliman's face changed slightly.

"I understand Khorne." Sanguinius nodded, and the Primarch of the Holy Blood Angel closed his eyes and said helplessly, "I don't know what Angron is doing now."

"Maybe he is the only one who can deal with that guy."