In the splendid hall of Malcador, warriors of the Blood Angels and their many successor Chapters stood solemnly in the ceremonial viewing area, their blood-drop emblems on their shoulder pads shimmering under the hall's brilliant light.
Guilliman's awakening was undoubtedly a grand event for the Imperium, and as some of the most glorious warriors under the Emperor, they naturally would not be absent.
However, as time passed and they stayed longer on Malcador, they gradually became aware of an unusual feeling.
Their blood was boiling, their heartbeats accelerating, and a deep-seated resonance within their genes was echoing.
Countless warriors subtly exchanged glances, each sensing this strange resonance—as if a familiar presence in the depths of their souls was calling to them.
Dante stood amidst the crowd, frowning, an unbelievable light in his eyes; as a thousand-year-old man, his perception was far keener than other warriors, and now, he could almost feel a familiar presence that seemed to transcend time and space... that magnificent and warm will, that glory that once protected all of them...
"This is impossible..." he murmured, his hands trembling slightly, "But... if it really is him..."
His words did not reach the ears of the other warriors, but at this moment, every warrior of the Blood Angels felt an unprecedented shock.
Every inch of their genes was screaming, the frenzy in their hearts seemed to be reawakening, but this time, that agitation was not merely a black abyss, but carried a comforting radiance.
However, the "Black Rage" buried deepest within them also trembled slightly, as if fearing some existence they deeply detested...
At this moment, Dorn and Perturabo looked at the adorable Sanguinius before them, neither of them able to muster any anger, not even Perturabo's jealousy allowed him to continue his outburst.
Dorn now noticed that Sanguinius's wings were gone, and he squatted down in confusion, asking:
"Where are your wings? I saw them just two days ago..."
Upon hearing this, Sanguinius adorably turned around and wiggled his back... The next second, the small, pure white wings reappeared.
"Mother said having wings on my back was too inconvenient for sleeping, so she made them retractable for me."
Perturabo's expression immediately became pained, his jealousy burning fiercely. Why could Sanguinius have little wings?!
Isn't he just a good child? I can do that too!!!
Sanguinius looked at Perturabo's undisguised facial expression and sighed helplessly. Perturabo immediately heard his mother's sigh.
What's wrong? Why can't I even be jealous? This family is still like this! Those radiant brothers of theirs...
Sanguinius: "What does that expression mean?"
"Huh?" Perturabo was stunned. In the past, he hadn't hesitated to show his displeasure in front of the Emperor and Chancellor Ma, but those two acted as if they hadn't seen it. (Don't argue with children)
"That, Mother... I didn't..."
"You 'didn't' what? Don't you just feel it's unfair? Didn't I promise you that when your Uncle Kaiser returns, I'd arrange the most magnificent construction project in the entire Imperium for you?"
Perturabo's mouth twitched, his gaze drifting unsteadily to the side, and he mumbled softly, "I'm not a child, I wouldn't be like this just because of that..."
Sanguinius raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms, and said calmly, "Oh? Then what is that expression on your face right now? Do you want me to explain it to you?"
Perturabo immediately stood ramrod straight, his face taut, as if nothing had just happened. But his slightly puffed-out cheeks still betrayed his current mood.
Sanguinius blinked his sapphire blue eyes, looked at Perturabo, tilted his head in thought, then opened his arms, and his small figure pounced towards Perturabo's legs, hugging him tightly.
"Brother Pepe, are you unhappy?"
The entire hall instantly fell into an eerie silence.
Dorn's mouth twitched, Perturabo's eye twitched fiercely, and Konrad Curze, standing nearby, turned away ungracefully, his shoulders shaking violently, clearly trying desperately to suppress his laughter.
Perturabo's expression became indescribable for a moment. He slowly lowered his head, looking at the little one clinging to him, forcibly suppressing the complex emotions within, and squeezed out a sentence: "...What did you just call me?"
Sanguinius looked up, a naive smile on his face: "Brother Pepe! Mother said family should be affectionate~"
"..."
Perturabo's breath caught, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to retort something, but looking at young Sanguinius's adorable face, he finally closed his mouth without a word.
The surrounding Imperial nobles all looked at each other, wondering why that blond child had such a great influence. Even Dorn rarely showed a faint, imperceptible smile.
Perturabo took a deep breath, his expression changing several times, finally sighing helplessly and gently patting Sanguinius's head.
"...As you wish."
Amidst this warm (and suppressed laughter) atmosphere, the Blood Angels warriors in the distance felt an increasing strangeness.
Dante's gaze fell on Sanguinius, his pupils slightly constricted, his breath almost stopping for a moment.
He finally realized that the familiar presence that made their blood boil was not an illusion... Their gene-father, the Imperium's greatest The Great Angel... was truly back!
The agitation of the Blood Angels Chapter and its successor Chapter warriors reached its peak. That ancient and intimate resonance, like thunder, exploded in the depths of their souls; the blood of every warrior burned, and their heartbeats echoed with an indescribable emotion.
They all looked towards the center of the great hall... that small figure with golden hair and blue eyes.
Dante's figure left a golden-red afterimage on the marble floor, his power armour's knee pads scraping the ground, emitting a harsh sound. The moment he approached Sanguinius, he knelt down without reservation, then slid on his knees directly in front of the small Sanguinius!
His armour struck the ground, emitting a soul-shaking roar, followed by the Chapter Masters of the successor Chapters who rushed forward, tears streaming uncontrollably from their eyes in excitement.
"Father...!!"
Dante's voice trembled, as if it had traversed ten thousand years of wind, frost, and blood.
"You... you've returned..."
His hands trembled slightly, as if wanting to reach out, yet not daring to touch the child before him. His eyes were filled with astonishment, ecstasy, and disbelief; that distant figure, that majestic form only glimpsed in the intertwining of nightmares and holy wrath, now... stood before them in such a way!
Sanguinius, father of the Blood Angels, the Imperium's golden The Great Angel... was truly back!
"This is impossible..." another Chapter Master murmured, but tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. He gritted his teeth, and then, he too fell to the ground, prostrating himself before Sanguinius, followed by dozens of Chapter Masters of the Blood Angels' successor Chapters, and countless warriors!
All of them, every single one, slid to their knees! Their bodies trembled, their genes screamed, their souls wept!
Their The Great Angel was back!!!
Sanguinius looked at the sobbing warriors before him, first tilting his head, then blinking his eyes a little helplessly... then quickly changed his mindset.
Sanguinius's eyes widened slightly. He looked again at these trembling warriors in blood-red power armour before him, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart.
He slowly approached, taking small steps to Dante's front, reached out a hand, and gently touched his cheek.
Dante suddenly looked up, tears still in his eyes, while Sanguinius showed a pure smile.
"Why are you crying? Haven't I already returned?"
He used his small palm to caress Dante's hair, dry from toil, his smile like sunlight cast upon a battlefield.
"Haven't I always been here?"
As soon as these words were uttered, Dante could no longer control his tears, breaking into uncontrollable sobs, tightly embracing Sanguinius's small figure.
He whispered tremblingly: "Father... we thought... we thought we would never see you again..."
"We... have walked too long, too long a dark path... We... thought we would never again welcome your radiance..."
The Blood Angels warriors all bowed their heads, many of their tears falling to the ground.
They had struggled through millennia of battles, suffered immensely under the torment of the Black Rage, and fought bloody wars on endless battlefields... Yet, they had finally waited for this moment.
Their radiance, their protection, their father—was truly back!
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