After a brief rest, Dante walked into the military room. His armor had been carefully cared for. Behind the glass on the armor box looked like a collection in a museum.
He looked straight at the armor behind the glass, his wrinkled face reflected on the eternal golden mask of San Gilles.
These two faces were almost exactly the same. After all, Dante became very similar to his genetic ancestor after the transformation of the Holy Blood.
He then blinked, while San Gilles' mask remained indifferent, and the Primarch's mouth was still wide open, shouting in the rage of justice.
How ironic this is, the image of the emperor's deepest and most responsible child in people's hearts will always be this furious expression.
There are thousands of works of art depicting San Gilles in the fleet of the Blood Angels and the fortress monastery, but the most widely known image is still this face: the face of the angel who fell from the sky and was about to dye the battlefield red with blood.
How great would it be if his more gentle side of his genetic father could be known to people, and how great would it be if there were no such endless wars in the world.
If Dante had any wish, it would be eliminated by peace and become an antique in a museum.
His wish is not only out of the interests of others, but also out of his own desire: if peace comes, he will no longer have to bear the burden on him.
But reality is cruel, peace will never come, and war will never end.
His only rest will come from death.
He had heard this sentence when he became Astarte, and now he understands the meaning of this sentence more than anyone else. What a bitter understanding.
After pondering for a moment, Dante stroked the touchpad with his fingers.
The box was opened again and the servant came out of the shadow.
He must be San Gilles again.
Half an hour later, Dante walked towards the reception hall with full arms.
The size of this hall is suitable for the function of meeting VIPs. The gorgeous decorations around it all reflect the status of the Holy Blood Angel.
In fact, the formal celebration banquet will be held in Haileschery's Nest three days later. This private banquet is limited to three battle groups. Dante took the initiative to invite the commanders of the other two battle groups to come.
Under the armored roof of this hall is a table that occupies most of the room. The table is designed in a circle to take care of all participants.
Although the seats that belong to the commander of the battle are larger than those of others, they are not too large to be outstanding.
In line with the usual style of the battle group, the room is also gorgeously decorated, and is even somewhat luxurious to the standards of today's era.
There are many flags hanging on the walls around, and a bowl of rubies is placed in front of each chair, each with the perfect shape of blood drops, and the name of a late monk is engraved on the atomic level.
In the middle of the dome is a flag of the battle group. The flag with red background and black sides are painted with winged blood drop symbols of the battle group. The floor is covered with exquisite carpets. The stones under them are also masterpieces of skilled craftsmen: black stones inlaid with red silk are cut into triangles.
The shapes and squares are arranged into complex geometric shapes.
The hall was lit by a dark red light, making the interior decoration very blurry.
There is no one yet. It is now like a still heart, red and black, without any vitality.
The sound of friction between steel breaks the silence, and at the same time, the two physical and spiritual locks that seal the room open. The interlaced psychic isolation field ensures that no psychic or wizard can see what is happening here.
With a low chirping, the two doors at both ends of the hall opened at the same time, and the yellow light broke the pure redness in the hall.
The door opened louder and louder, and the sound made became louder and louder.
The participants were waiting outside the gate.
The Holy Blood Angel has commander Dante, the Reverend Odamahe, the Holy Blood Priest Albinu, the First Company Commander Carleen, the Second Company Commander Aphel, the Seventh Company Commander Fadon, the Skymen Guard Monk, the Sky Border Firon, the Revenge Blade Ship
The chief monk Asante attended the Armory on behalf of the technical sergeant Mujier.
Behind the other end, as VIP guests were Soshyan and Randor, as well as more than a dozen team commanders. The two teams fought bloody battles with the Holy Blood Angel in Hamigedon and won the honor.
"On behalf of San Gilles, welcoming the brave and strong sons of Dorn."
Dante walked in first, his armor reflected red and golden light. Although it was a banquet, all the Astart monks were wearing full gear as if they were going to participate in a battle.
After all, they are all warriors, no matter where they are.
Opposite him, the two commanders took off their helmets at the same time, clamped them under their arms, and then walked into the hall.
"Thank you for your kindness."
A group of little angels flew into the gate, sang the names of the participants, and then spread the incense into the air.
The servo skull examines every corner to look for potential threats, while the video recorder servants use the only language processing and motor functions left in their brains to take themselves to a designated location to prepare for recording this memorable meeting.
Soshiyan himself walked towards Dante step by step with a little excitement and tension.
This legendary figure was already familiar with when he was first Astarte. Dante can almost be said to be a role model and symbol of all Astartes, not only because of his long service, but also because of his great dedication to the empire and his extremely gentle attitude towards mortals, his noble
Quality is also something Soshiyan has been trying to imitate.
In other words, this person is his idol.
Gradually, Soshiyan couldn't help but speed up and finally stopped two meters away from Dante.
Although the other party's face was not visible, the invisible aura that enveloped Dante still made Soshiyang feel like spring breeze-Santius's fury was completely replaced by a kind of gentleness unique to the elders.
"Honor Dante, I am the commander of the Knights of the Astral Realm, Soshyan Alexey, and I am very honored to meet you."
This is a self-introduction condensed after careful consideration, but it is still a bit slow when it comes to speaking.
Two seconds later, a hearty laughter came from under the golden mask, and then Dante stretched out his hand.
"Suo, you're so young."
The other party's relaxed tone also made Soshiyang slightly relieve the burden in his heart. After holding the other party's palm with both hands with a smile, he replied:
"I wasn't even born when you served the Emperor."
"Haha, when you say that, I look like an old man."
"No matter how many years you have gone through, you are still the most powerful servant of the Emperor and the warrior who scares all the enemies of the Empire."
Then, the two of them let go of their hands, Dante turned around, looked at the top leaders of the Holy Blood Angels, and said:
"Come on, I'll introduce it to you."
When Dante introduced the command of the battle group to Soshyan one by one, he suddenly had a doubt. Is it true that the Holy Blood Angels Battle Group, which was rumored to have returned from the dead think tank?