Chapter 445: Legion Era: Chapter 28 Foreign Guests

Have you been to Baal? No? Then you are very lucky. This is not a place suitable for sightseeing. Although you are the son of the Emperor, you are widely respected in the empire and second only to the Emperor in popularity and popularity.

It is the hometown of Sanguinius of the Emperor, but it is not as famous a place of pilgrimage as the other Primarch's hometowns.

Why? Wow, you see, Macragge can become a pilgrimage site because the environment of Macragge is indeed very suitable for travel. Even if it is not for pilgrimage, simply traveling is a good choice, especially during the three days of each year

In early spring, flowers bloom along the Tiber River, endless green meadows and forests stretch to the horizon, and mirror-like lakes sit at the foot of every mountain.

The weather is also good, the sun is neither dazzling nor hot, and the whole world feels like a paradise under the breeze, not to mention the excellent management capabilities of the Ultramarines, making Macragge's city beautiful and complete, with all the infrastructure

It’s all available and is being improved and upgraded at any time.

The prosperous market is also becoming increasingly prosperous with the cooperation of Macragge as an important first trading port in the Far East and the strong productivity of the planet itself. You can buy anything you want on the streets, all kinds of rare and rare things.

Treasures can be found in Macragge, abundant food, and healthy and pure drinking water. The residents here are hospitable and have high moral standards. It is a literal paradise.

But as the home of the original body, Baal is the mirror image of Macragge, the desolate red plains that are so hot that they can kill people, and the sun that can blind people just by looking at it, not to mention the high intensity that fills it.

It's radiated. Only the Baal people who lived here in this era can survive under that poisonous sun. Others, believe me, your skin will start to burn hot if you stand here for a few seconds.

This hellish place is totally unsuitable for visiting, let alone pilgrimage. As long as the pilgrimage group of the state religion sets foot on the surface of Baal, I estimate that before they reach the door of the monastery of Angel Fortress, they will all be turned into barbecue and full of harmful radiation.

, the kind that cannot be eaten.

Most places on the entire Baal are not suitable for visiting. Anything in its red plains will want to kill you, except here for the time being. The Angel Fortress, the monastery headquarters of the Holy Snow Angel, is surrounded by high walls and is home to countless

A magnificent sanctuary and temple built in ancient times, while Sanguinius was still alive.

They are all resplendent, holy and pure. They are full of beautiful stained windows, exquisite statues and wide chapels. The floors are paved with white marble. Countless such gorgeous buildings make up the main body of the monastery, which is profound.

It shows Sanguinius's own understanding of beauty.

It is said that even Fulgrim reluctantly praised him when he saw it. You know, considering Fulgrim's personality, as well as his jealousy and competitiveness towards Sanguinius, it is a miracle that he can praise him.

So if you want to come to Bar, I suggest you take a boat and land directly here, inside the monastery, so that you can fully appreciate the statues and murals here safely. Oh, of course, that's not possible now.

Pastor Raphael walked through the street. He looked around at everything. The once magnificent cathedrals and monasteries had turned into ruins. Both sides of the street were filled with collapsed building rubble. Beautiful statues were submerged in the ruins.

Among them, only half of the beautiful female statue he passed by was still outside.

The rest of her body was also shattered. Only her head and half of her shoulders were still intact. The rest had become part of the rubble. Her bunted hair and porcelain-white face leaned against the pile of rocks.

, falling downwards.

Raphael passed by him. He was not wearing a helmet. After all, his helmet had fallen somewhere when he blew the horn, so he faced the world with a straight face for the first time in his life.

It was a pure Baal face, with pale skin and lips, and red eyes. Under the thin face, sharp fangs were vaguely visible in the mouth, like some kind of bat or wild beast.

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But this is one of the secrets of the Blood Angels, don't look at me like that, okay? Do you know a few little secrets? Remember to stay away from the Dark Angels, and the Space Wolves, in fact all Chapters.

Raphael stopped and turned his head to look at the Tyranids corpse lying on the ground. The beast's body was split into two, and the striking traces of explosives tore its body apart, covering most of its body.

It turned into a messy, fuzzy mess, and the stuff splattered on the tinted windows on the side of the road.

The window was only generally intact, and most of it had been broken into pieces. Raphael looked at the angel figure made of stained glass mosaics on the window. He spread his wings and held a sword with the Holy Blood symbol.

The blade flew into the sky, the blade pointed straight into the sky, and a vague sound reflected on the silver-white glass of the sword body.

Raphael looked to one side along the reflection, and he saw Chapter Leader Dante standing at the collapsed wall at the end of the street. His armor was very recognizable, with a large number of beautiful gems inlaid on it, as well as golden...

The relief patterns are extremely gorgeous, and they are masterpieces created by the best armor masters on Baal who have spent many years of effort.

There were also many outstanding gem carvers, pattern design masters and polishers involved. Together they created the most gorgeous armor, as well as the sword in Dante's hand.

Raphael looked at the blood-stained holy sword held in the Chapter Leader's hand. The smooth blade was covered with blood at the moment. Tyran's black blood. Raphael knew how it came from and the contribution of those bloods.

The victims were lying on the street, hanging on the rubble, at the entrance of alleys, and even on broken street lamps high up.

Raphael walked up, and when he passed by the street, he glanced at a soldier passing by. He noticed him because he was not a Blood Angel, nor a brother of the chapter, but from a group he had ever known.

He is a member of the battle group who has never been seen before. He is wearing a blue battle armor, with a U letter surrounded by an olive leaf ring painted and branded on his shoulder.

Ultramarines? Raphael couldn't help but think so. As a Chapter Chaplain who may not be the most knowledgeable among the Blood Angels, but was one of them, he had read the entire monastery library once, or even more than once.

Acquainted with its vast lore, especially the lore of all Space Marine Chapters within it.

He remembered the marks, logos, armor coatings, etc. of all the battle groups, but the logo and armor model on this warrior were something Raphael had never seen before, and he could not look up his battle group in his memory.

Name, origin and any information.

Maybe a ship-based chapter? They have been wandering out of the sight of the people of the empire all year round. Many of them have been forgotten and disappeared from the records and rosters of the empire. Many of them are even thought to have been extinct for a long time.

, it is also very common to suddenly reappear in a certain battle.

Raphael looked at the warrior passing by. He was taller than Raphael. When he walked in, he realized that this warrior seemed to be different from most of the space warriors. Raphael was already considered a leader in the group.

He is relatively tall, but this soldier is a head taller than him.

And it's not just him, but other foreign warriors around him are the same. They wear the same armor and logo paint, and carry bolt guns to search and find Tyranids who have slipped through the surrounding ruins. From time to time, they will open fire.

A shot or two was fired, and with them were Blood Angels warriors.

Comparing the two, you can clearly realize how tall these alien warriors are. It's strange. Raphael has never seen anything like this. He knows that some members of the Space Marines are much taller than others.

But generally speaking, Space Marines are all about the same height, and the difference is not too big. After all, the gene seeds come from the same kinship of the Emperor.

But these warriors are different. They are very tall, a whole head taller than all the Blood Angels. This makes many people have to raise their heads when talking to them.

And not only that, their number is also very large. Raphael roughly counted more than one company standing on this street alone. Their number completely overwhelmed the original owner of this place, the Blood Angels.

It's as if they are the residents of Baal.

Raphael walked between the outsiders stepping on the rubble on both sides. He came to Dante's side with a wary look. The chapter leader glanced at him, and then looked at the monastery below.

panoramic.

Raphael stood with Dante. In front of him was the top of the mountain where the main temple of the monastery was located. Below the outside of the collapsed wall were other parts of the fortress. Numerous outer sanctuaries and churches were located together, with mortals.

The living areas of the servants stood together, and the marble buildings were lined up and extended into the distance.

Standing at Raphael's position, you can have a panoramic view of the entire fortress, as well as the Bar Plains beyond. The red plains glow red under the sunlight, with a sheen like blood.

Raphael overlooked the area below. Most of the buildings in the mortal residential area had collapsed, with debris and rubble scattered everywhere. Located among them were buildings that provided Sunday prayers, medical treatment and genetic stability checks for the servants.

Churches and temples are similar.

Most of the gorgeous buildings were reduced to ruins. Several large holes were smashed into the roofs of the better buildings, or the outer walls collapsed. More foreign warriors stepped on the ruins.

He stepped onto the rubble with a bolt gun and peered into the church.

In addition, there are the corpses of mortals. The mutilated corpses are scattered everywhere on the streets below. Outsiders are carrying the corpses, but they are mainly those of the fallen Blood Angels and their descendants. They respectfully carry them

The Blood Angels' fallen were laid out in the square below.

Their war regiment chaplain was walking in the square that had been cleared out to place the remains of fallen soldiers. The incense burner in his hand was shaking, and the holy water he held in his other hand was sprinkled on the passing corpses, while he was chanting words.

Reciting scriptures and verses, the servo skulls flew on one side. They landed in front of the fallen soldiers, and used their mechanical eyes to quickly scan and record the identity codes of the victims.

More soldiers were being moved onto the square. Looking at the damaged armor and dead brothers, Raphael felt extremely sad, but he still suppressed his sadness and just sighed.

"It seems that the Tyranids were driven out of the monastery, and I didn't see any trace of them in the surrounding plains." Raphael looked around at the red plains, on which he saw the tall scarab giants lying upside down in the distance.

It lay on its side on the ground, its long abdominal limbs bent and arched high on the ground.

There was an eye-catching burning hole on its body. Even from such a distance, Raphael could clearly see the smoking hole in it. The flesh and blood in it had been evaporated, and a faint smoke was emitting outwards. Around it,

There were also more huge war beasts lying on the plain, with obvious signs of attack on their bodies.

And Raphael also knew who hit them. He raised his head and looked at the sky above. Four Thunderhawks roared past. They flew from the top of the monastery to the earth in the distance. Three of them came from the tall sky.

One of the scarabs passed over the carcass, and the other one turned and flew to the ground, landing in the specially cleared ruins in front of the cliff below Raphael.

The fighter plane spit out fiery air and landed on the ground. The foreign warriors holding bolt guns all around looked at the Thunder Eagle. They walked up and communicated with the people in the cockpit. Raphael couldn't hear them.

voice, but another outsider's voice sounded behind him.

"Master Dante, you are here." The man said and walked up. Raphael turned around and saw the soldier wearing blue armor. The armor on his body was also the same as Dante's.

It is unique, with a huge golden chapter emblem carved on its chest, surrounded by an olive leaf head made of emerald stones.

A red war robe was draped over his shoulders. The robe was draped over his left shoulder. The exquisite velvet cloak hanging down just covered the sword worn on his waist. The hilt of the sword was engraved with a circular U letter.

Golden silk thread surrounds the hilt of the sword, and many gems arranged along a straight line are embedded in the scabbard.

Raphael looked at the warrior in front of him. There was a golden osmanthus crown surrounding the top of his battle helmet. The golden branches and leaves spread out in all directions, and green leaves grew on the branches. His eyes looked behind the rose-red glass window under his battle helmet.

Looking at Raphael and Dante in front of him.

Raphael cleared his throat and nodded in salute with courtesy and respect, "You must be the leader of these noble warriors. Please accept my highest and sincere gratitude for your support. Without you, I am afraid that Barr

It has already fallen."

"This is what we should do, respected priest." He said and took off the helmet on his head. The blue helmet was pressed down and then taken off. Raphael looked at the man who shook his head.

With long blond hair, he raised his blue eyes to look at the two of them. His face was concave and convex, a typical appearance of Macragge residents. This further confirmed Raphael's conjecture that they were the ultimate

A member of the warrior's subgroup.

"May I ask your name? Dear Chapter Master." "Bell Julius Cassius Guilliman." "Hello, respected Chapter Master Bell, may I ask what the name of your Chapter is?

What? Please forgive my ignorance, I have never seen your battle group logo." "No need to mind, we were just formed and are called Truth Warriors."
To be continued...