Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 167 03.0166: ‘Omen of Baal’s Destruction’

On the distant Baal Prime, scarlet dust blew up with the storm, covering up the white bones of a mutated beast.

The weather here is scorching hot, the climate is harsh, and there is no grass growing. It is thousands of times worse than the Sahara Desert in ancient Terra.

The home planet of the Blood Angels, even the sand dunes are red.

This color comes from deadly chemical pollution and terrible radiation from the surrounding Hades star system.

This makes the entire planet indistinguishable from a dead world.

Baal consists of two satellites, Baal and Baal, and the main star Baal. This is the home of the Blood Angels.

The majestic Arax Angel City is located on this desert of death.

The tall and gorgeous fortress monastery is so exquisitely decorated that it looks like another Macragge palace.

It is in sharp contrast to the harsh environment outside.

Wearing golden armor and golden death masks, the Holy Blood Guards used two Roman columns as one post.

Standing motionless in the hall like a golden sculpture.

A tall, golden and translucent, majestic and inviolable warrior in golden armor was sitting on the Holy Seat, his right hand as strong as steel supporting his chin.

He is Dante, the current Chapter Master of the Blood Angels.

However, at this time, the legendary chapter leader's sitting posture and temperament were like a sleepy old king.

He wore the golden death mask of Sanguinius, so that no one could see what was beneath it.

Is it fatigue? Is it nerve-wracking? Is it perseverance? Or expressionless?

No one knows, and no one understands what this 1,100-year-old warrior is thinking now.

From a thousand years ago to a thousand years later.

Most of those who once knew him have returned to the Golden Throne.

Now, the stoic Blood Angel still fulfills a Sanguinius-like role.

Care for and lead his descendants, his battle brothers into the increasingly dark 41st millennium.

"Sir." The company commander first saluted solemnly.

The rituals of the Blood Angels are both delicate and elegant.

No one as noble and honorable as them can be found among the hive nobles of any imperial world.

"Please, Captain Afel. I heard you were under attack."

"It has been solved, my lord. In addition, we have discovered a Holy Blood Herald."

"Has the Sforza courier confirmed it?"

"I have confirmed it, my lord." The ethereal voice came from above the blood-filled golden chalice in front of the noble chapter leader.

"The ninth one is also the last one." Dante finally changed his movements. He sat up majestically and said:

"So, let's talk about his feats."

Brother Romain Rolland took a step forward and said: "This man is an Imperial Navy officer. At the Holy Land of the Sisters of the Holy Rose in the Port of Abyss, together with hundreds of people and three fighting brothers, he successfully resisted the demonic vampires and traitor heretics. their invasion.”

"He incredibly resisted corruption and accompanied us in our attack. We saw an angel who looked like San Guileno appearing on his head." said the Blood Angel sergeant who participated in the battle of the Church of the Goddess.

"Angel transformed?" Dante's tone was grave.

"At least that's how it seems to me, my lord. Possessed by that angel, this mortal killed two traitor heretics Astartes."

Dante was silent.

Although the miracles performed by each Holy Blood Messenger are different, it is not uncommon for angels to take the form of angels.

But there are only a few cases where an angel possesses a tiny mortal in these thousands of years.

In the past, every time such a situation occurred, it would mean that the prophecy revealed this time was not simple.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

An extremely heavy and sensational sound of footsteps came from the entrance of the palace.

Tsk! ——

All the Holy Blood Guards raised their red swords in unison and saluted the visitor.

Although their actions were respectful, they were also wary.

Dante looked up.

The man who stepped forward was tall and majestic, wearing scarlet finely crafted power armor. The armor had a towering neck guard, which looked like the stand-up collar of the evening gown in vampire mythology.

It makes people feel cold and scary.

He has long silver hair hanging down his shoulders, and two thick silver nerve plugs connected to the wings of his forehead.

Typically, the more powerful the psyker, the larger the nerve plug.

His face was pale, with scarlet eye shadow at the corners of his eyes, and his entire eyes were blood red. Combined with his image, he looked like the vampire duke walking out of the horror legend mural.

"Brother Mephiston." Dante looked at him.

Looking at the most powerful psyker in the empire, the only powerful warrior who has withstood the wrath of darkness, and the chief think tank director of the Blood Angels Chapter.

"The ninth Holy Blood Herald has been found. What is the prophecy this time?" the Chapter Leader asked.

Mephiston looked gloomy and did not answer the majestic Chapter Master's question.

Dante just sat like this, and the atmosphere between the two was filled with a terrible sense of depression.

The noble golden-armored warrior spoke first: "Is this prophecy very heavy?"

Dante knew that only when the weight of the prophecy was too heavy to be known to outsiders, would this terrifying chief think tank director be so reserved.

The Chapter Leader waved his hand.

The Holy Blood Guards quickly turned to the left, lined up and walked out of the temple, blocking the external road leading to the hall. Anyone who wanted to meet the Chapter Elder had to wait outside.

The messenger also wisely blocked the sound transmission from both sides.

"Please speak, Brother Mephiston. I didn't know you saw the prophecy with your own eyes this time. So what did you see?"

The most powerful think tank in history opened his mouth slightly, revealing scarlet fangs.

"The entire Baal, our three homes, and the remains of the Gene Father will be swallowed up by the dirty and brutal Tyranid Zerg..."

This legendary warband leader who has lived for more than a thousand years and has seen almost everything is now pinching the golden gauntlet on the armrest of the throne with great force, and his iron hand is shaking slightly.

"All the descendants of Sanguinius will usher in the end, the mother group and the daughter group, we...all of us, all the descendants of Sanguinius will be destroyed here."

Dante, who is calm in the face of almost anything, this time when facing the survival of the entire descendants of Sanguinius, he rarely breathes out.

"No... Impossible! Are you sure you didn't read this prophecy wrong?! Tyranids? These weak bugs can't do it!

They are indeed a scourge to the Empire, but they are not strong enough to destroy the entire Son of Sanguinius, let alone destroy Baal and devour the remains of our Gene Father."

It was rare for Chapter Master Dante to say so many words at once.

He clenched his fists and analyzed whether Mephiston was still sane.

When the chief think tank was still called Calistarius, he was just an ordinary think tank of the chapter.

Later, in a battle, he was corroded by the curse in his blood and broke out the wrath of darkness.

From then on, he was incorporated into the Death Company of the Blood Angels.

During the Second Battle of Armageddon, his Death Company was deployed in Hades Hive and launched an assault on a group of orcs entrenched in the Ecclesiarchy building.

Calistarius and his violent and crazy vampire brothers killed and slaughtered in the orc battle line.

The battle was extremely fierce and the destructiveness was terrible.

The battle was so intense that the entire building collapsed, burying everyone alive.

Calistarius was the only survivor, trapped by a huge rock with serious injuries.

In front of his eyes, he kept repeating the scene of himself, the Gene Father, being brutally killed by the traitor Horus and beaten into a pulp.

He howled all the time because of his thirst for blood and death, and then repeated endless nightmares one after another, and spent the most tormenting seven days and six nights in his life.

During these seven days and six nights.

He collapsed, went crazy, and lost all reason.

Until the fourth day, he was already in a trance.

Even the death of the Gene Father was so numb in his eyes.

He began to fight against the illusion, began to actively stare, and began to fight back.

Until midnight on the seventh day.

He did what no Blood Angel had ever done before, that is, he overcame the thirst for blood and the black rage.

A miracle. It can be called the miracle of the advent of Sanguinor.

He also gained unparalleled power, relying on the psychic shock wave to shake open the huge stone pressing on his body.

From this day on, the strongest psychic in the empire, Mephiston, the Lord of Death, was born.

However, Dante was still worried that he would lose control again.

Mephiston was the strongest warrior of the Blood Angels, and also the deepest darkness in the soul of the Blood Angels.

The Chapter Master carefully examined the Chief Think Tank Director.

He suppressed his raging anger and irritability with the rationality and wisdom brought by the long years, and carefully and critically judged the authenticity of the prophecy seen by the Chief Think Tank Director.

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