Dante rarely sleeps outside of Baal. He always has too much to do, too many problems waiting for him to make decisions, and the actions of his men must be constantly understood and carried out at the appropriate time.
intervention.
Thousands of souls seek his guidance, and hundreds of millions of creatures need his protection. The Space Marine's physique allows him to stay alert at all times, and lack of sleep will not have much impact on him.
Only when he rests in the Blood Coffin Hall can he let his soul rest.
In the final analysis, he is still just a human being, and he needs sleep, otherwise he will not return to his flagship as soon as the war is over.
This kind of rest is very short-lived. After a few hours, he will have to open his eyes and deal with more affairs.
Includes meetings with two Chapter Masters.
As he tossed and turned in bed, bloody dreams still tortured him.
The Traitor Astartes are walking through the burning world, the Rebel Primarch is leading the 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 demon army rushes out from the cracks in the sky, and the big brass bell rings the doomsday bell.
Destruction! Destruction! Destruction!
Dante was attacked from both sides. A huge face gradually appeared above his head, looking down at Dante with victory.
"Horus!"
Dante gasped, and a huge claw stretched out to grab him, preparing to crush him.
"grown ups."
An old voice was mixed in the noise of hell.
"grown ups!"
Then, a pair of weak hands was shaking his arm.
Dante suddenly woke up. Stimulated by the terrifying things in his dream, he suddenly stretched out his hands and choked the old servant's throat.
His teeth were sticking out, his face was congested, and his nightmare made him involuntarily put himself into a fighting state.
"Sir, it's me!"
Alafeo's twisted fingers tried in vain to let go of Dante's hand. The Blood Angel Chapter Master's fangs stretched out, and the blood slave's heart rate rose sharply under his iron fist.
"Sir, please wake up quickly!"
The next moment, the suffocating pressure on Alafeo's throat disappeared, and Dante's face gradually became clearer.
Alafeo took several steps back, and Dante quickly got out of bed, rushed to the attendant, and supported him with the hand that had been trying to strangle Alafeo a few seconds ago.
"Old boy."
Dante was speechless due to self-recrimination.
"I...I'm very sorry. Did I hurt you? The dreams I've had lately have been very dark. Are you okay? Look at me!"
Alafeo leaned on the edge of a sofa, and Dante gently held his face and examined it carefully.
The pinch marks on the servant's neck are gradually fading.
"I'm fine, sir."
Seeing that the other party was fine, Dante reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Old man, why do you suddenly appear here?"
"I have done everything you asked me to do and am ready to wait for you to wake up, but -"
"Please forgive me. You performed your duties well, but I almost hurt you."
"It's okay, sir."
Dante suppressed the urge to refute him.
"What do you mean it doesn't matter? I can definitely break your neck, and you are only one step away from death."
"But I am not dead, my lord."
Alafeo gasped and smiled:
"I asked you to rest. I will be more careful when serving you in the future."
Dante showed a smile.
"At least your spirit has not been damaged, my friend."
Dante glanced at the clock. He couldn't remember the time before he went to bed.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"You have slept less than five hours, my lord."
"Five hours?"
Dante had originally planned to take a three-hour nap, because there was a very important banquet coming up - he had to meet in person with the renowned Soshiyan Chapter Leader of the Astral Knights.
"Why didn't anyone wake me up?"
Alafeo looked directly into his master's eyes. It took him half a century after serving in the army to dare to do such a move for the first time. He was also one of the few people allowed by Dante to see his face.
They are all old, just by their own standards.
"Because I did not allow them to do this, you have exhausted too much energy, my lord. You must rest."
"I appreciate your concern, but I have matters to deal with, and they are much more important than my rest."
Alafeo's hands were twisted like tree roots due to arthritis, and with trembling hands he handed over Dante's towel.
Dante's eyes stopped on these hands, and the old servant looked aside, feeling ashamed of his weakness.
"I will rest, and you should go and rest too."
Alafeo's trembling hands were still stretched forward.
"You haven't rested, how can I rest with peace of mind?"
"We are different, our destinies are different, and our responsibilities are also different."
"Your responsibility is much greater than mine, sir. If I had passed the test, maybe my burden would be similar to yours, but I don't. I am a servant, not an angel.
.....Nevertheless, we should all serve the Emperor in our own way, and my way is to help you bear as many of your burdens as possible, no matter how small they may be."
"Yes, we all serve."
Dante took the towel, Alafeo bowed, turned around and prepared to open Dante's coat rack and take out a new lining.
His movements began to slow down, his hands shook more violently whenever he tired, and he became tired more and more easily.
On the one hand, there are fifteen hundred years of fighting as a warrior, and on the other hand, there are eighty years of service as a servant, but in the final analysis, both of them are just servants.
Dante looked at the other party and suddenly thought, if he had a choice, would he exchange identities with his attendant military attache?
Dante didn't think he would do this voluntarily, but if he had no choice, he would never complain about it.
No matter what, serving the Emperor is serving the Emperor, there is no distinction between superior and inferior.
Everyone has a role to play, and Alafeo is right in this regard.
This humility in his servant made him feel ashamed.
"Arafeo."
Dante said softly:
"You have done enough for me today. Thank you for saving me a lot of hard work. I am deeply grateful for this. Now go and rest. This is an order."
"Sir, time is very tight. Our distinguished guests are already on their way."
"I understand, then quickly put on my armor."
He turned his head and no longer faced Alafeo.
"Of course, my lord."
The old servant nodded and took out a brand new set of linings.