Chapter 447: Legion Era: Chapter 30 Angel Relics

Night shrouds this huge hall, and the wide staircases arranged in layers around it are extremely wide. The steps there are even taller and wider. Obviously they are not designed for mortals, but for some who are taller and more majestic.

Designed with powerful beings.

But that was also many centuries ago. This place has been abandoned for a long time. The passage of time and wind and sand have made this place old and dilapidated. The exquisite murals on the surrounding walls have long since fallen off, and now only a few fragments are still fixed on the walls.

, shaking with the cold night wind blowing in from the surrounding crumbling walls.

And all around, only a few of the towering white marble pillars are still standing. The entire circular hall is filled with incomplete bodies. They and the ceiling above are broken tall dome glass and bricks.

Tile fragments were piled together and scattered around, between the tall terraced seats.

Those step seats were covered with dust, and the thick dust covered them, dyeing their surfaces gray. They clung to them, submerging all the glory and memories of the past under the yellow sand of history.

Darkness shrouded this ancient palace, where the wide halls, towering statues and exquisite murals arranged in layers have been silent in the dark night.

But a golden light pierced the curtain of darkness. The light shone at the lowest point of the stairs, in front of the stone steps seats in the front row near the throne. The dim darkness below it was pierced by the golden light. The hazy light shone there, illuminating

The dust-covered surface there was illuminated, and with a cold wind blowing from the ground, the dust there was blown away.

The thick dust covering it fell off bit by bit. Under the faint golden light, the relief sculpture below finally emerged from the ashes. The first one was an outstretched wing, then the other side, and finally when

The last breeze blew by, and the relief of the holy blood droplets reappeared in the world.

The drop of blood was not made of gems, but the same stone material as the stone steps themselves, so it did not emit light, but in front of it, another real gem shone in the real golden light, its surface flowing

It's shiny, just like the golden wings on both sides.

Under that mark, the surface of the golden-red battle armor shone with luster. The dirty blood covering its clean surface fell off under the golden light. They slid downward little by little, and its surface reflected the golden sun.

It was an extremely shining sun, with sharp edges and corners dancing around it.

In front of the sun, a blurry figure was reflected on the surface of the armor. His face was shrouded in the bright moonlight falling above, blurred by the light, and turned into a blurry shadow.

He stood in the light and looked down at the head hanging down in the center of the red armor below. The white hair looked like silver threads in the moonlight. He looked down at the head in front of him and walked forward with the steps of a single eagle imprinted with lightning.

Taking a step, the golden armor emerged from the moonlight, and the face also stepped out from behind the light curtain.

His faintly flashing golden eyes shone in the darkness, with little golden arcs dancing in the corners of his eyes. His shining and burning pupils looked down at the white-haired Dante in front of him.

He stood in front of the throne, overlooking Dante's head below. He spoke slowly, and his voice echoed in the huge hall, like the sound of wind blowing from the other side of the river of time, light and full.

The heavy feeling of history, and then the painting style suddenly changed into a tone full of joy.

"You are so white, and your face is wrinkled like the towel Ragnar used. Maybe it was used by a servitor to wipe the floor."

"You are still as strange as you were five hundred years ago. I hope you have not been castrated in the past five hundred years. Maybe that would be better and can cure your irregular appearance." "Just like you?"

Dante raised his head and looked at each other, and then the man in front of the throne laughed instantly. He laughed and jumped down from above and held Dante's hand.

"I'm glad you're not dead yet, old man. I always thought you were dead and buried in the ground." "If you're not dead, I won't die. Vito, before you go to the ground, I will."

Try to live as long as possible so that I can attend your funeral and then step on your grave." "No, you still remember when we were buried in the rubble and I stepped on your head to climb up? What are you doing?

It’s time to hold such a grudge.” “One of the benefits of living a long life.”

Vito stood aside with his arms folded and smiled as he looked at Dante as he stood up. The latter looked at him with a playful smile on his face and kept raising his eyebrows as if to imply something crazy. Dante looked at him and then

He turned over the white smoke and smiled.

"Okay, I know, thank you. I thank you on behalf of the whole team. Is this okay? Or do you want me to include all Baal?" "No, anyway, there are seven Baal people now, and we can't make one with complete arms and legs.

"Do you know what a hell joke is? I recommend you go to the subspace to develop a talk show career." "I've been there and was almost hacked to death by a Khorne demon." "What a pity, it was just a close call."

Vito raised his nose proudly, and walked past Dante with his hands on his hips. He looked up into the sky and pointed at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky above his head, "If you want to thank me, then

You can’t just thank me, but also your sincere friend Khorne, the first tsundere, Sanguinius’s rumored best friend, and the eternal godfather of the Blood Angels, Mr. Kabanda.”

Dante raised his head and looked above his head. He saw the moon of Baal in the sky above. The moon that was originally far away also came closer to the ground as night fell. The huge moon disk was made of terrifying Tyranid bones.

The abuse symbol has also become super big, super conspicuous, and super cute.

What? Why is there love? I think for Kabanda, who rushed thousands of miles to help, he rushed out of the subspace without hesitation when the Blood Angels were in danger, picked up two battle axes, and stood between the Blood Angels and Tyranids.

Apart from love, I can’t find any reasonable adjective for my behavior.

"He really made me cry to death." Vito stood there and wiped the corners of his eyes, as if there were really tears there, while Dante behind him suddenly had a weird expression.

"To be honest, I have always doubted whether he has feelings for your father that go beyond enemies, or even friendships. What do you think?" "I won't comment, but I don't mind telling the state church about your views and then letting them

Put you in a cannon and hit Baal's sun."

Vito laughed and looked at Dante with his hands on his hips. He glanced at the white hair on his head. The silver hair became particularly conspicuous and bright under the moonlight, as if it was an unfolded desk lamp or something, shining.

It was brighter than the skull of that bastard that Vito saw every time he went to Terra.

He raised his palms to block his face, stepped back and used his peripheral vision to pop his head out from the side of his palms. He looked Dante up and down, "Yes, my hands and feet are still there, and both eyes are still there. They didn't run away because my brain got hot."

He fought a Tyranid tyrant in a one-on-one fight, and then he was chopped into a stick. After that, he could only be put in a power armor and had to be fed by others."

"Are you in Yin Yang Calgar?" "Is there any?" "What do you think? Based on your description, can the entire empire find a second person?" "Great, it seems that the entire empire knows about it, remember.

Don't be too idle to get too excited and run to fight a monster that looks very fierce, especially if he is several meters taller than you."

Vito stood there with his hands on his hips and raised his head. He laughed wildly. He didn't know what Bell would think if he heard him commenting on his chapter leader like this here.

"Isn't this a good fable? It can be compiled into the Space Marine version of One Thousand and One Nights and told to the recruits. Print it out later and I will give you a copy. And Logan, the next time he wakes Bjorn up,

Then I can take the book and tell good stories to the recruits."

"Oh, and give Guilliman a copy." Vitor shrugged as he said it, quite cheerfully, although I don't know if Calgar would have traveled thousands of miles to him on Macragge's Glory if he knew about it.

In front of him, and then give him a Titan Slaying Fist, the kind that strikes him while stepping forward.

Dante looked at Vito who was laughing and hugging his arms speechlessly, "How did Calgar react when he found out that you were the Supreme Marshal? Does he feel like I do that humanity will be doomed if you have you?"

"No, he is fine. He even took us to wake up Guilliman in the end, so I guess he is in a good mood. Can you be happy too? Don't be bitter and resentful all day long, making it seem like everyone is

I owe you tens of billions of imperial coins."

"My Chapter is dying and my home is in ruins, so yes, I think it's time for me to be bitter, Vito, unless you have some good news that could cheer me up, like Calgar

That way.”

Dante said as he shrugged slightly and gestured to the air, as if Macragge was above his head. No, he was not there. The only thing above his head was the large LOGO left by Kabanda, which shone in the moonlight.

Galaxy-level ad placement.

Now before clearing the skull, the Blood Angels will probably see their father's "good enemy" when they get up and look up every day, once in the morning and once in the evening to deepen the user's perception.

Vito glanced at the Khorne LOGO moon above his head and smiled, then lowered his head and shrugged towards the Angel Throne, "How about I resurrect your father? Let the eagle child fall from the sky and return like lightning.

Dance with you around the fire of Tyran's corpse."

"If you can do that, I'll laugh right away and hug you, but if you can't, just shut up and find a joke that won't annoy me more."

Vito smiled. He stood under the bright moonlight in the distance. The moon's light shone under the golden halo behind his head, and the faint golden light mixed with the moonlight radiated around him.

Dante glanced at him, and it was hard to believe that this strange man in front of him was the most powerful psyker in the galaxy alongside the Emperor, and the great leader of the Empire.

His character is totally incompatible with the Empire. How could you be so happy? Do you think this is a Star Trek set?

Vito scratched his nose, and he caught a glimpse of an inscription on the base under the silver throne. Vito followed the inscription with his eyes and read, "A person's power is determined by his responsibility. The greater the power, the greater the power."

The responsibility will be greater, just like the owner of this throne."

"I think this is a quote from Dickens?" Dante also looked at the inscription and asked. Vito burst out laughing. He folded his arms and turned to the side of the golden winged throne, "No, it's from the movie.

, from Old Terra." "Movie?" "Hmm, you must have never seen it, but the protagonist in it also wears red and likes to fly around in the sky, just like you."

"Oh, by the way, he can also shoot spider silk out of his body." He pointed at the armor part between Dante's steps with his finger. The old chapter leader looked up at him speechlessly, "Sometimes I

I really wonder if you are pretending to be a Slaanesh demon." "No need to pretend, I slept with both of their bosses, so rounding up, I am the boss of Slaanesh."

Vito pointed at himself with his thumb proudly, while Dante stood on the side with a smile and his arms folded, "I hope you don't mind if I record the part just now and send it to the Imperial Broadcasting Company for them to broadcast throughout the empire.

Play your heroic words once."

"That won't work. Many people will have low self-esteem, especially Slaanesh believers. It would be a big sin to disturb their unrequited love. Maybe their dreams will be shattered for a while, and they will rebel on the spot to retaliate against society?"

Vito stood in front of the throne with one hand on his hip and his legs pressed to one side. With a happy mood, he pulled out the bolt gun from his waist and swung it quickly on his fingers. He looked at the rotating muzzle of the gun.

, while firing, he muttered, "Have you noticed anything about the Blood Angels Chapter's proliferation plan? Do you have enough seeds loaded into the guns of your group?"

"You were an inquisitor before. Are you really not a Slaanesh spy?" Dante said helplessly on the side. His eyes under his white hair turned to Vito with his peripheral vision, and he looked as bright as the sun behind his head.

Walking towards the silver throne with a smile, he jumped up and climbed up to the high platform of the throne with both hands.

"Considering that Baal's current situation is that the three of us can't get one leg together, I guess it's hard for you to rebuild your own recruits, so let me help you and I'll make sure to find enough arms and legs for you."

"So is there any deep meaning in your hell joke? Or after hanging out with the Eldar for a long time, my brain is finally abnormal." Standing with one hand below, looking at Vito above, the latter stepped on the cushion of the throne.

, raised his head and reached behind the throne, where he began to tinker.

His head was close to the throne, half of his body was leaning on the backrest, but he was still mumbling, "The answer to the mystery is also very simple. A group of guys who like to wear red tattered robes full of engine oil smell and have weird quirks about gears can solve this problem.

.”

"Adeptus Mechanicus? Really? I don't intend to turn my warriors into gear-covered monsters yet." "If you say that, the Iron Hands will be sad."

Dante sighed speechlessly. Every time he discussed such serious issues with this unserious guy, Dante was speechless. He raised a hand in front of him and looked at the guy on the throne, "Can you

Are you serious? My war group is about to perish, do you think I have the heart to keep joking with you?"
To be continued...