The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 692: Erased history

　　 Calistarius thought for a while, but was not sure what Dante was going to say to himself.

　　 The commander of Astarte, who has experienced thousands of years, supported the shoulders of the think tank, turned around together, and stared at the fresco, San Giles, who confronted the group of demons at the Gate of Eternity.

"Before the Great Rebellion, people had an incredible fear of psionics. Many people wanted to witness such people being expelled, imprisoned, and weakened, thinking that they would release something more disgusting. Then these voices are correct. It became stronger and eventually led to the emperor’s ban."

　　 "Nikaya Ban..."

　　 Kalistaliu uttered an old term. Because of this ban, the think tank once disappeared from the Astarte Legion.

"But even in this situation, the Primarchs still did not give up those warriors with psionic talents. I think you must still remember that sentence. It was directly carved on the wall of the battle group archives. "The think tank brothers told us. It is very important. They fought side by side with me before the empire came. As long as I can hold the sword, they will always be like this.' This sentence has not changed for tens of thousands of years."

　　 Kalistaliu remained silent.

　　 "Brother, I believe in you and trust in your power. You don't need to worry about what you think or see, and I am happy to accept your outspokenness."

　　The think tank hesitated for a while, and finally whispered:

　　 "My divination... saw some signs of darkness, different from the green skin, I guess... there is a trouble on Armageddon that we haven't seen."

　　 Hearing these words, Dante's eyes suddenly became sharp.

　　 "Can you tell me more specifically? What did you see?"

　　 "Actually, I didn't see anything. Those were just... just some vague signs."

　　 The commander of the Holy Blood Angels was silent. He looked back at the mural, thinking and remembering.

　　 "Amijiduo is not simple here."

　　 Finally, he jumped out such a sentence.

　　 Kalista stayed looking at him, not knowing what the other party was referring to.

　　 "Brother Kalistaliu, when did you become Astarte."

　　 Dante asked him a weird question suddenly, but he didn't think much about it, and immediately answered it.

　　 "Standard Tyler Calendar 509.M41."

　　 "That's it. Sixty before you served, there was a war in Armageddon."

　　 Kalistaliu blinked.

　　 "But there is no record left in the archives."

　　 "That war... had too many secrets and stains to be recorded."

　　 Dante shook his head.

　　In the standard Terra calendar 444.M41, armed rebellion broke out in all six nests of Armageddon. Although most of the rebellions were suppressed, the scope of the rebellion of the remaining nests became larger and larger.

While the local guards were busy suppressing, a huge hulk with a demon army broke through the subspace and reached the orbit of Armageddon, and the leader of this army was one of the rebel army, the World Eater Legion. Gene Progenitor, Angron.

As soon as the Primal Demon appeared, the planet Armageddon almost fell. Fortunately, reinforcements sent by the Space Wolves arrived in Armageddon in time. The two sides fought endlessly on the planetary ground, but the Space Wolves could not match the power of the Primal Demon. , Steadily retreating.

　　 At an urgent juncture, the empire invested a mysterious force that instantly reversed the situation and dispelled the original demonic body.

The Space Wolves then counterattacked and destroyed the Chaos Lair, but the residents of Armageddon were screened and driven into huge labor camps. These camps were isolated from other densely populated cities and the residents had to stay in these labor camps. Spend the rest of your life.

　　 Some residents who tried to escape the planet were attacked by the imperial navy controlled by the inquisitor, but were stopped by the space wolf, and violent conflict broke out between the two sides.

"This--"

　　 After listening to the entire incident, Calista stayed for a while without knowing what to say.

　　 There is no record of such a major event as the appearance of the Demon Primarch, so I am afraid that Dante’s "conflict" is not just a conflict.

　　 "That mysterious power, after all..."

"Do not ask."

　　 Dante interrupted him seriously.

　　 "If you meet it in person, or become the director of a think tank, you will naturally know. Before that, don't ask or try to explore."

"understood."

　　 Seeing the serious expression of his battle captain, Kalistaliu knew he shouldn't ask anymore.

　　 Then, Dante's expression slowed down a little.

　　 "If you tell things, maybe you won't have so many thoughts, right?"

　　 "Yes, thank you for telling me this. I understand my responsibility."

　　 "That's good, I'm going to see the battle captain of the White Temple in a moment, and you come too."

"Yes."

When the shuttle passed through the ship’s slender hull abdomen and climbed towards the group of towers where the bridge was located, Landauer noticed the almost perfect decorations on the gunwale and the hull plating-with finely crafted finishes. The golden human face with curly hair, the bronze pattern deep into the jet port paneling, and the huge superstructure woven from pure art.

　　Holy Blood Angel is worthy of being a master of art and killing, and most of the Imperial Fist or Extreme Warrior warbands are more adapted to the pragmatic style.

Afterwards, the shuttle floated into the entrance of a cave-like hangar. Several phalanxes of holy blood angel warriors were waiting for it as the honor guard. The leader was a warrior covered in pure gold and red terminator armor, whose lights were in the hangar. Shining underneath, that combat armor was as elegant as other things in the ship, polished to the point that it must be made of glass.

　　 The warrior didn't wear a helmet, and his face was sharp and angular, like one of the statues surrounded by pilasters and thick wool placed around them.

　　 This is also a legend, a company commander of the Holy Blood Angels, the shield of Baal Karaen.

He has been a company commander of the Holy Blood Angels for two centuries. During his service, he has fought countless enemies. The most famous is the destruction of the space hulk Vogt Doom, the sacred Purgatory and the Twilight Shield, and killed them. A big demon of Nurgle.

After the shuttle stopped steadily, Randall stepped down from the illuminated shuttle. One of his company commanders and the pastor were accompanied by him. A small **** composed of four fighters in Terminator armor was behind him. .

　　 Karaen then nodded in greeting:

"Welcome to the Sword of Vengeance~www.readwn.com~ Commander Randall Blanchard, I am the commander of the Holy Blood Angels, Karaen, and the commander is eagerly looking forward to meeting you. "

"Honored."

After 　　, under a long lead, Landauer crossed the tarmac, all the way to the battleship’s meeting room.

　　 Dante was already waiting there, wearing that iconic golden armor, holding the death mask in one hand, and pressing the battle axe hanging from his waist in the other, with extraordinary manners.

　　 And beside him are several high-level members of the battle group.

　　 "Welcome, Captain Randall Blanchard."

　　 "Hello, Dante Commander."

　　 Dante stretched out his right hand to Randall, and the other party immediately reached out and held it tightly.

　　 "It's an honor to meet you."

　　 Dante seemed to be surprised by what Randall said.

"with pleasure?"

　　 "Yes, I heard about you when I was a scout."

　　 Dante raised his head and laughed.

　　 "Look, it sounds like I am already an antique in the museum."

　　 Everyone laughed, and the originally tense atmosphere suddenly became very harmonious.

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