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Seeing this, Saint Gilles, still not satisfied, went forward and stabbed a few more times.
.......
Snapped.
Until Nakabanha's battered body completely turned to ashes and disappeared into the gap between reality and the warp.
".......Casca."
"What is it..., Your Majesty?"
After repeatedly whipping the corpse for a long time, Casca suddenly heard the other party call his name.
As Kasga stepped forward to check, the angel swiftly grabbed his shoulder, almost before Kasga could react, and brought his face very close to the angel's.
Even Casca felt a little embarrassed in the face of the angel's stunning beauty, which was made even more beautiful by the slight bloodstains on her face.
"Casca."
The angel's expression was extremely solemn: "In your prophecy... have you heard of the matter of [Black Wrath]?"
Black fury.
That's very familiar.
This is the eternal curse of Saint Gilles' death upon every one of her offspring, the Holy Blood Angels.
Under the influence of Black Fury, when the Blood Angels experience great trauma or encounter an experience extremely similar to that of the Blood Angels being killed by Horus in the original timeline, they will experience a hallucination—seeing themselves as Sangilius himself, fighting Horus on the Soul of Vengeance, and regarding all other creatures indiscriminately as Horus, and therefore wanting to attack everything around them.
"You are Horus! You are Horus too!"
"Horus, all of you, die!!!"
This is the cursed power hidden in the blood of Saint Gilles.
In fact, when Horus whispered the centaur's golden ring in her ear, some early signs of Black Wrath had already appeared.
"But I could sense... that my death was an inevitable end."
As he spoke, Saint Gilles' face was filled with sorrow: "But if I am truly destined to die... what will become of the Holy Blood Angels?"
"If possible... you can quell their dark rage, right?"
Saint Gilles was very anxious.
Casgar: "......."
"That probably won't work."
But the result was beyond her expectations.
Thirst is a defect in the genetic seed, so the psionic flames of Casgar can directly burn and purify it.
But Black Wrath... the death of Saint Gilles is an inevitable mark emanating from the soul of every Blood Angel, a shared yearning for revenge and salvation...
Especially now, given Saint Gilles's almost fanatical popularity within the Legion... it's hard to imagine how terrifying the Blood Angels' dark wrath would be if Saint Gilles's Ascension Day truly arrived.
Casca was powerless to do anything about it.
“In that case…Casca, if possible, I would like to ask you to grant me one more request—”
As he spoke, Saint Gilles blushed slightly.
She carefully leaned close to Casca's ear and whispered something.
......
"what?"
"You want me to find someone else to take care of your child?"
Saint Gilles was very clever.
Since she is inevitably going to die, why not just find someone else to play Saint Gillespie?
They even came up with a name for the actor playing the role: San Giuliano.
At that time, there will be no need to be stationed in the legion at all times; all that's needed is to put on the mask and temporarily manifest spiritual power a couple of times...
A radiant light appeared on the planet Bal, and the sound of mothers' voices filled the air.
It's enough for the Blood Angels to believe that she's still alive!
Casgar: "......."
"But I remember you're a woman, aren't you?"
Casca asked, seemingly knowing the answer already: "...How am I supposed to act like this?"
In this world, San Giuliano must also be a woman!
and many more.
It seems, it seems there really is a suitable candidate!
It's a bit strange... but it's enough to appease the Holy Blood Angel!
“Well then…” Looking into the other person’s big, innocent, and hopeful eyes, Casca couldn’t refuse. “Although I can’t agree to your request, I have a good candidate in mind.”
"...Who is that person?"
"Well... I can't reveal that yet."
Kasga was a little afraid that if he revealed it, the other party would immediately become furious.
"If there is an opportunity, I will mention this matter to the Emperor during the communication and let him make the decision."
"It shouldn't be a problem..."
"Great!"
"Thank you, Casgar!!!"
Seeing that Casca had agreed to her request, Saint Gilles hugged her tightly.
Whether it's healing Bloodthirst, rescuing them all on Nukelia, or now helping her buy time from Cabanha and agreeing to her San Giuliano plan...
Honestly, as a Space Marine born to the Emperor, Kasgar really helped her in so many ways.
She couldn't help but hug him.
But at that moment, the subspace rift could no longer be maintained.
With a thud, they both fell right under the noses of Fugrim and the Holy Blood Angel, who were anxiously waiting outside.
......
This time, Forgrim unusually didn't make things too difficult for Kasgar.
The Blood Angels' rage had already filled every corner of the planet.
you!
How could you hug our mother?!
These people were practically possessed by a dark rage on the spot.
With the cover of Fugrim and many of the Emperor's sons, and with the strong resistance of Sanguiles, they were finally able to return to their flagship.
"...I'll deal with you later!"
After boarding the Emperor's Pride, Fugrim glared fiercely at Kasgar before activating the flagship's communication system.
She never expected that in the short time she was on the Red Tear Ship slaying the demon, these two would get entangled together!
Did she really keep an eye on him, Casca, every single moment?
I will be watching you...
[Commander, are you able to receive communications?]
Shortly afterward, a holographic projection from Saint Gilles appeared in the command room of the Imperial Pride.
The demonic army in the Signas system has now been dealt with, although the Blood Angels forces are hindered by a warp storm...
But they can still go to Macurag!
The Second Empire is currently estimated to be at 2=1!
[Communications are working correctly, Saint Gilles. We need information from the other legions.]
Before this warp storm began, did you have any leads on other Legions?
There are no clues yet, but I can vaguely sense a prophecy about the future.
"Prophecy?" Cassia stepped forward and asked, "What did you prophesy?"
After the Great Rebellion deviated from the original timeline, Kasgara's fake prophetic abilities became ineffective, and now it's up to the real psychic prophets to complete the task.
I...I saw the battlefield of the final battle.
Saint Gilles closed her eyes, her words hesitant.
We must not allow Phyllis's legions to attack Terra... She possesses power that no other legion can match.
In Saint Gilles' eyes, she saw Terra under the baptism of absolute firepower and the blessing of the four gods, Philus, Terra's royal guard Rogdorn died in battle, and the remaining remnants, unable to withstand the enemy's attack, could only detonate the Seven Hammer Amulets and perish together.
The only solution lies with you.
Phyllis may be powerful, but the Emperor's Son is her eternal nemesis. You must intercept her before she reaches Terra.
And that planet that appeared in the prophecy...
That is your destination, and also the final battleground where the Emperor's Sons will stop Philus from reaching Terra. Its name is—
Saint Gilles's expression was solemn.
It seems she also foresaw that their mission would be fraught with peril.
"【Istvan III】."
Chapter 204 Horus, hopelessly addicted to the gold ring
Tagusa slowly rotates in the weak sunlight.
This is a brilliance forever far from the stars, a desert world forever buried in the sand and gravel.
Tagusa perfectly embodies the spirit of the Eighth Legion: a land of suffering, born of air and fire like other planets, possessing boundless potential, yet faltering at the end of its journey, never able to flourish like other worlds with more benevolent suns.
Before its arrival, this place was unremarkable. Yet, some people call it home.
They viewed their legions with the same gaze as the Night Lords.
In the early days of the Great Crusade, the Night Lord's life wasn't too bad—although the Primarch would often fall into a period of hallucination-filled madness—which the Legion's high command explained was a ailment stemming from his innate sorcery.
Fortunately, the Primarch's hallucinations did not last long, and he was mostly normal—which was quite rare for a Legion.
However, as the Great Crusade progressed, especially after Imperial Warmaster Fugrim officially took control of everything and the Emperor retired from the Crusade, Primarch Conrad Coz's condition worsened, and his behavior and motivations became increasingly incomprehensible.
The Legion Lord's personality gradually became erratic and capricious, frequently plunging into prolonged agonizing howls and indiscriminate destruction, regardless of friend or foe.
Fortunately, while Conrad Coz locked himself in the secret chamber, there was a true legion commander—Prince Sevita of the Ravens—who, with his outstanding combat skills and command abilities, was still able to lead the legion into battle even when the Primarch lost control.
—Even better than the original.
Although everyone secretly considers Sevita to be the Lord of the Legion, the Night Lords still have to meet the Primarch's demands in public.
For example, right now.
The Primarch has gone mad again—after the warp storm began to sweep across the galaxy, Conrad Coates' mental state worsened, with hallucinations becoming more frequent and lasting longer.
Even after the hallucination ended, his mental state did not improve much.
It was he who ordered all the members of the Midnight Lord's legion to come to this remote planet and demanded that the Midnight Lord build him a colossal tower of black stone in this sparsely populated world.
This kind of thing often happened in the Eighth Army Corps, and nobody knew what he was trying to do.
But the Primarch's commands are absolute and cannot be disobeyed.
Left with no other choice, a towering structure rose from the desolate plain, swaying eternally in the winds of Tagusa.
......
Inside the tower, a sculptor is at work.
He hummed a tune that few people could recognize, a little melody composed by a foolish businessman on a planet that had been shattered decades ago.