Santo Joel had not slept for a long time. In the past he had always had too much to do, and the actions of his men had to be constantly monitored and intervened at the appropriate time.
Although the Space Marine's constitution allows him to stay alert at all times, and lack of sleep will not have much impact on him, he has been so tired recently that the long-departed sleep has come back to him unknowingly.
Because he was the Chapter Master, Soshyan was given a separate cabin and was even allowed to bring his own mortal servants with him.
But at this time, he was tossing and turning on the bed, and the bloody dreams were tormenting him.
Traitors are walking through the burning world, demons are leading twisted legions on the bloody road, and the screams of billions of humans are shaking the foundation of the real world.
The Milky Way is constantly fluctuating, the army rushes out from the cracks in the sky, and the big brass bell rings the doomsday bell.
Blood red and pitch black rolled in front of his eyes.
He eagerly wanted to destroy the enemy, spread his wings and struck out——
The din of battle, the taunts of traitors, the burning empire, the unforgivable crime calling for vengeance in eternity.
An everlasting rage.
But... no, not this madness...
... Swing your arms and swim in the blood...
……sink……
sink.
sink.
sink--
The roar shook the deck, causing Soshyan to stop.
He was about to go find Santo Joel when he heard some noise, so he stood still and listened.
Talos was beside him, looking a little bored.
"Talos, did you hear that too?"
"I heard……"
Talos seemed hesitant.
"Honestly, I have heard this voice many times. You know... The descendants of Sanguinius and I have a grudge. I have seen their depravity several times, so I suggest you best
Throw away these time bombs."
"Well, but I have decided..."
The roar sounded again, clearly audible, and the source was at the end of the passage in front of them.
Soshyan interrupted his words and shook his head.
"Go and have a look."
Santo Joel was being attacked from both sides, and a huge face above his head was gradually appearing, looking down at him with victory.
"Horus!"
Santo Joel gasped, and a huge claw stretched out to grab him, preparing to crush him.
Two kinds of anger hit him together. He felt the anger at that time, which was the first attack of the bloodline defect. The second anger came from the present, from the memory of the loss.
He thought of his past and was angry at his own self-destruction.
The two rages fueled each other, intensifying the hurt and dragging him deeper.
The red color is deep and turns into pitch black.
The echoes of one's own past, the echoes of fallen angels, the cries of vengeance are a din that tears all coherent thought to pieces.
Sink into darkness and drink blood.
The scarlet hunger is never satisfied, even a sea of blood is not enough.
A sea of blood...
"grown ups."
A faint voice mingled with the din of hell.
"grown ups!"
Soon, a pair of weak hands was shaking his arm.
Santo Joel suddenly woke up. Stimulated by the terrifying things in his dream, he suddenly stretched out his hands and choked the servant's throat. At the same time, his teeth protruded and his face was filled with blood, making him look as ferocious as a ghoul.
"Sir, it's me!"
The servant's twisted fingers tried in vain to loosen Dante's hand.
Dante's fangs stretched out, and the mortal's heart rate rose sharply under his iron grip.
Gu Yan
"Sir, please wake up quickly!"
The next moment, the suffocating pressure on the servant's throat disappeared, and Santo Joel's face gradually became clear.
The servant took several steps back. This was not the first time he had encountered this situation. Otherwise, he would not have dared to come in.
Santo Joel rubbed his head and quickly got out of bed.
"Feel sorry......."
"Sir, the chapter leader of the Astral Knights is here."
"He's there?"
"At this."
With that said, the door was pushed open and Soshyan walked in, while Talos chose to stay outside the door - he said he didn't like the cursed smell.
Santo Joel did not wear power armor, but only wore a red robe. He stood up and turned to Soshyan.
"Hello, Chapter Commander Soshyan, I hope I didn't scare you."
"Honestly, if you couldn't control yourself at the last moment, I might really rush in and kill you."
Santo Joel grinned.
"It's not too late."
Soshyan shook his head.
"I have talked with Marshal Austin about your disposal plan."
"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."
"He has given up on hunting you, but... you will be handed over to your parent group, the Blood Angels, and Chapter Commander Dante will finally decide your fate."
Santo Joel looked at Soshyan and laughed miserably.
"Ha, what a kind arrangement."
"This is also my bottom line. After all, you have been declared traitors by the high lords. There is no way the Suffering Alliance can fight against the empire. I hope you can understand."
Santo Joel nodded.
"I understand, and I'm very grateful that you preserved our...only dignity at the end."
"Be optimistic. Things may not be that bad. Chapter Commander Dante is a kind and wise elder. He may not necessarily cleanse you."
"There is no difference between being imprisoned for life in the Tower of Angels and being executed."
Soshiyang was silent. He didn't know what to say. After all, something happened to the Flesh Tearers. Now Dante is under a lot of pressure. I'm afraid it will be difficult to protect the Blood Knights. There is a high probability that he will send them to the parent group.
It's just to give them a decent exit.
Santo Joel sighed, looking very tired, and continued:
"You are already the kindest person to us in these years, Chapter Commander Soshiyan. I don't ask for anything. In this dark galaxy, a decent exit is very precious."
"Sorry...I can't do more."
"But there is still one thing I hope you can agree with...
"What?"
Santo Joel hesitated for a moment, and then said softly:
"Blood, preferably the blood of a living person. Some brothers have not had food or drink for a long time. If it goes on for a long time... they will lose control."
Soshyan looked at him and nodded.
"I'll arrange it right away."
"And one more thing."
"What?"
"There is an area on the Blood Curse...a hidden area where several brothers are imprisoned."
Seeing the other party's hesitant expression, Soshyan understood immediately.
"Death Company?"
"It can no longer be called a company. Our Death Company was destroyed a long time ago. Now there are only a few brothers left who have fallen into the black rage recently. We have been plagued by red thirst all year round, and not many have fallen into the black rage."
"Then what do you want to do with them."
"I hope you can help me end their pain. They were supposed to shed the last drop of blood for the Emperor on the battlefield, but now it seems there is no chance."
Soshiyang thought for a moment, then moved his eyes slightly and said softly: