Alexander looked at the information that appeared in his mind, which was a map of Baal formed from Mephiston's memories.
The Chief Librarian, with his superb memory, made this map extremely detailed and accurate, covering almost all geographical locations of the entire Baal.
Whether it was the vast deserts on the planet, the dead Seraphim Volcano, or the Angel Keep beneath the volcano.
However, the location of Sanguinius' tomb was not there. It was only roughly marked as being beneath the Angel Keep.
Alexander frowned slightly. He didn't think Mephiston was deliberately concealing it.
He vaguely remembered that the underground part of the Angel Keep seemed to be the remnants of some ancient civilization, possessing some unique properties.
"The underground of the Angel Keep contains a series of strange tunnels and caves. These underground parts of the Angel Keep have a certain Warp nature, so their theoretically supposed location doesn't exist at all."
As if noticing Alexander's confusion, Mephiston explained:
"Historically, the Blood Angels have tried to excavate these underground parts many times, but in the end, they only found sand."
"Therefore, the underground part of the Angel Keep cannot be depicted on a map and can only be accessed through passages within the Angel Keep."
"Whether it's the chapter's relic vault, the prison cells for captives, or Sanguinius' tomb, all are built according to these underground parts."
Cannot be depicted on a map?
Alexander couldn't help but touch his chin. Without a map, the anywhere door could only go to places he had been to.
This meant that Alexander had to infiltrate through the passages within the Angel Keep.
However, even if there was a map, Alexander would not rashly enter Sanguinius' tomb now.
Because once he entered it and began to act, the Blood God would inevitably notice signs of Sanguinius' resurrection.
At that time, according to the Truth and Falsehood Divination Machine's judgment, Alexander would have to face Kabanha and Angron head-on.
Even if Alexander exerted all his strength to resist this combination of a Bloodthirster and a daemon Primarch, the Blood God might not stop there.
Alexander needed to find some bodyguards for himself.
He glanced at Mephiston beside him. This was obviously a good choice; he was one of the top psyker in the entire Imperium of Man.
But he wasn't enough. The bodyguard Alexander truly wanted was the hive mind. As long as the Warp Shadow arrived at Baal, everything would be fine.
The Tyranid would be Alexander's best bodyguards, the first line of defense against Warp forces entering reality.
Once the Warp Shadow released by the hive mind enveloped the entire Baal, the power of the Warp would become difficult to penetrate.
It would also become difficult for Greater daemons to enter reality.
Alexander even guessed that the Tyranid's goal was also Sanguinius.
At that time, when Alexander entered Sanguinius' tomb, the hive mind, to prevent Khorne from getting there first, might well actively help Alexander intercept the Khorne Greater Daemon's invasion.
After all, if Sanguinius was resurrected, the Tyranid still had hope of obtaining his gene sequence.
But if Sanguinius ascended to daemonhood and became a daemon Primarch, the Tyranid would be left with nothing.
Alexander would gain a window of opportunity.
The time between the fall of Cadia and the opening of the Great Rift, and after the Tyranid arrived at Baal, would be the opportunity to resurrect Sanguinius.
Alexander's mind stirred, and he looked at Mephiston: "What is Dante doing now? Has the Red Council been convened?"
Mephiston nodded slightly: "Commander Dante is currently convening the Red Council."
"Representatives of the successor chapters will all gather in the Red Great Hall, and Dante will use his methods to unite them."
"Is that so?" Alexander frowned slightly.
If the matter of Alexander and Mephiston wanting to go to Sanguinius' tomb were exposed to so many chapters, it would inevitably cause chaos.
Many successor chapters already harbored suspicion towards both the Saint Doraemon cult and Mephiston.
Seeing Alexander and Mephiston entangled, it was hard not to overthink things.
Alexander was the Chaos Gods, Mephiston was Erebus, the Blood Angels were the Horus' Sons of old, and Sanguinius was Horus.
The sense of déjà vu was too strong. Erebus truly ruined the credibility of their Primarch resurrection business back then.
At this moment, another doraemon-level colleague should also be rushing to Cadia in a hurry.
Thinking this, Alexander's gaze swept across this inverted city.
He no longer needed to look for a map of Baal; Mephiston's was detailed enough.
But he couldn't come here for nothing, could he?
It was a good opportunity to hunt down that Lictor and prevent it from damaging the Void Shield arrays of the Angel Keep in the future.
Mephiston seemed to notice Alexander's thoughts.
"Your Excellency, it's just a Lictor." Mephiston's voice was light and calm, but Alexander could still feel the arrogance hidden beneath it.
Mephiston seemed unwilling to let Alexander interfere with his hunt.
He had obviously known through prescience what that Lictor would do in the future: destroy the Blood Coffin Hall where new recruits were trained. This was enough to fill any Blood Angel with rage.
And Mephiston had almost let it go, if not for Khan's reminder.
Hunting that Lictor was Mephiston's responsibility and honor; it was his prey, his enemy, an alien that was about to kill his new recruit brothers, a stain he had to wash away.
These Astartes were truly awkward. Alexander always preferred group combat over one-on-one.
"Are you asking me to send someone to erase a stain on my honor for me?"
"Do you think my shoulders are so weak that I cannot bear my own honor alone?"
Alexander looked at Mephiston, shrugging his shoulders and saying.
Mephiston's eyes showed confusion, and Alexander began to explain:
"This is what Horus said when he went to kill Yugan. Tamba, the traitor governor of Davine satellite."
"Yugan. Tamba was a friend of Horus in the past; Horus personally appointed him governor of Davine."
"But Yugan. Tamba betrayed the Imperium. Horus considered this a stain on his honor and was filled with rage, vowing to personally slay the traitor—even though he had three Titans behind him that could easily flatten the derelict ship Yugan. Tamba occupied."
Alexander looked at Mephiston, who was slightly stunned, and said:
"We all know what happened later: Horus was critically wounded by the annihilus blade, and the source of all tragedy lies here."
"My nephew, I once told your father... many things in the galaxy go wrong because of these three words: honor, pride, and brotherhood."
Mephiston's pupils trembled slightly. He seemed not to have expected that Alexander knew the words Horus had spoken, and knew the events of that time in such detail, as if he had been standing beside Horus himself.
Mephiston lowered his head, as if deeply moved, and said in a low voice: "In Sanguinius' name, if I fail to complete the hunt."
"Please, for the Blood Angels, for Baal, eliminate that Lictor."
Alexander nodded slightly. If Mephiston succeeded on his own, he would naturally not interfere.
But in the normal timeline, that Lictor indeed managed to evade Mephiston. A Lictor specifically bred by the hive mind would certainly not be easy to deal with.
It might not be able to confront Mephiston head-on, but escaping from Mephiston's grasp was not impossible.
Just then, a piercing bell rang in the center of this inverted city. Mephiston and Alexander both cast their gaze in that direction.
"It's a summons." Mephiston whispered. He seemed to have caught the psychic echoes reverberating in the air, understanding that this was a signal for the genestealer to gather.
The meeting place was in a huge building at the very center of this inverted city.
The entire building resembled four enormous metal bubbles stuck together, seemingly the administrative hub of a former xenos civilization.
It had now been converted by the genestealer into their gathering place.
Alexander and Mephiston entered this meeting place separately.
As they had agreed, if Mephiston failed, Alexander would act as the final failsafe, hunting down that Lictor.
However, according to the intelligence they had previously, that Lictor should not have arrived at the Genestealer stronghold yet.
The genestealer were packed densely in the area, but Alexander could easily distinguish Mephiston among them.
His power armor, as red as peeled muscle, was simply too conspicuous.
But the Chief Librarian was confident enough in his psychic powers; the cognitive interference he released made all the surrounding genestealer believe he was one of their own.
Alexander relied more on the Body Clay on his face and the acting skills granted by the Hot Scene Clapperboard & Robot Director. These two items, combined, allowed Alexander to perfectly portray most people.
A strong, light blue psychic glow suddenly erupted in mid-air. The air instantly became chilling, and the genestealer quickly made a circular clearing in the center.
Shadows rippled in the clearing, and three figures slowly emerged from the shadows.
A servo-skull made from a floating xenos head glided past, its internal speaker emitting a voice:
"Chief Sanguinary Mutator, Lord of the Scythe Wings Holy Grail, Aberrant. Corbulo!"
A man, clad in a crimson robe similar to a Blood Priest's, his body infused with purplish-red reagents, and his face covered in mutated pustules, emerged from the shadows.
That should be a plaguebearer, a master of genetic technology and bio-alchemy among the genestealer, clearly the counterpart to the Blood Angels' Chief Blood Priest Corbulo in this GSC cult on Baal.
"Chief Librarian patriarch, Lord of Death, Lingnao. Mophiston!"
A woman, draped in purple robes, with a massive, twisted brain, veins protruding all over her body, and emitting a faint blue light, stepped out of the shadows.
She was clearly a GSC bishop, a counterpart to Mephiston. Unlike Ashford's genestealer bishop, this bishop's mutation was clearly more severe; the overgrown brain tissue should have enhanced her psychic powers.
But it was of no use; this bishop clearly did not see through Mephiston's cognitive distortion.
However, her mere appearance twisted Mephiston's expression into a knot, clearly causing a mental shock.
Then, from within the shadows, a figure standing six or seven meters tall slowly emerged. The figure was so massive, exuding a terrifying aura, and the roar of a beast emanated from its mouth...
"Four-Clawed Dante! Lord of the Sons of Sanguinius of the Scythe Wings! Four-Clawed Dante! Lord of Baal! Four-Clawed Dante! Eldest Son of Sanguinius of the Scythe Wings!"
All the genestealer in the assembly hall raised their voices, roaring the name of that colossal genestealer.
The genestealer patriarch was nearly seven meters tall, its four bladed claws shimmering with dark red light like scythes in the dim illumination.
Thick chitinous armor encased its blood-red body, extending all the way to its massive, triangular head.
Embedded in this head were a pair of malevolent crimson eyes, behind which lay overgrown, colossal brain tissue.
With just one glance, Alexander understood that this genestealer was clearly much more powerful than the Hellworm on Ashford.
This parasitic demigod had likely been entrenched on Baal for a long time, growing steadily over the long years into this terrifying form.
Moreover, the posture of this genestealer patriarch was distinctly different from ordinary ones.
Was it because the human half of its genetic sequence was unique, or did the Tyranid exert their influence, or perhaps it was affected by the crimson radiation on Baal?
Regardless, the malice it exuded far surpassed that of the Hellworm, like a purer, more bloodthirsty beast.
The gaze of the giant beast swept across the entire assembly hall.
Scanned by this terrifying gaze, the genestealer showed no fear; instead, they all began to excitedly shout the name of Four-Clawed Dante.
The genestealer bishop, Lingnao.Mophiston, standing beside Four-Clawed Dante, slowly took a step forward.
As the chief psyker of the genestealer, she was the embodiment of the patriarch's will.
Lingnao.Mophiston's slender, bluish eyes, located beneath her overgrown brain tissue, swept over the genestealer present.
"My brethren! Descendants flowing with the pure blood of Sanguinius of the Scythe Wings!"
Four evangelists stood beside the bishop, amplifying her voice with large broadcast equipment:
"From the day of our birth, we have known that we are the true masters of Baal, the truly pure descendants of the Archangel."
"We are united, we are loving, we are like brothers, we are civilized and benevolent, we are rational and orderly."
"But those ghouls, those blasphemous ghouls, have invaded Baal, which rightfully belongs to us! Those ghouls entrenched in Angel Keep, with blasphemous blood flowing in their veins!"
"These beasts arrogantly claim to be the descendants of Sanguinius, but the Sanguinius they worship has a pair of blasphemous bird wings!"
"Bird wings! My kin, let us think rationally! If a pair of bird wings is to carry a person, then that person's pectoral muscles must be at least a meter thick!"
Lingnao.Mophiston's voice took on a thick tone of mockery:
"Heavens, if the bird-winged Sanguinius were truly pure, without resorting to any blasphemous evil forces from the Warp... then he truly had a proud pair of breasts!"
Instantly, all the genestealer present couldn't help but burst into joyous laughter.
Alexander also couldn't help but laugh out loud; among those present, only Mephiston still wore a face as if his father had died.
To be honest, Alexander was starting to like these GSC; they were too interesting.
Alexander couldn't help but look at Sanguinius at the corner of his eye, specifically at his pectoral muscles.
Sanguinius said nothing, but the white light all over his body seemed to be burning fiercely.
In fact, he himself had complained about this to Alexander before, saying that he was the first Primarch to realize that he might have a touch of the Warp.
After all, any Primarch with a superhuman brain, upon seeing the pair of wings on his back, would realize that this thing was extremely unscientific.
Neither aerodynamic nor biological.
Alexander couldn't help but feel regret; if not for the Warp, Sanguinius would have had to grow pectoral muscles a meter thick to fly. The Warp truly does all sorts of bad things.
Seeing the reaction of the genestealer present, the bishop's lips curled into a smile:
"And look at those Blood Angels entrenched in the so-called Angel Keep! A bunch of two-meter-tall cannibal trolls!"
"They are alienated from each other, flowing with the same blood yet shattered into countless Chapters."
"They hate each other, claiming to be descendants of Sanguinius yet full of contradictions."
"They call themselves brothers, but they have completely different customs among themselves."
"They claim to be the protectors of humanity... but look at what they've done!"
The genestealer bishop raised her voice, angrily rebuking:
"Keeping humans as blood slaves, mixing blood into red wine for tasting, slaughtering civilians and consuming their flesh and blood!"
"Their towers are filled with monsters that grow fangs and crave blood."
"Their hearts are filled with dark rage and curses!"
"Ancient ghouls who have lived for a thousand years rule them, pale vampire sorcerers returned from death are served by them, and blasphemous blood is used by them to twist the bodies of pure humans!"
"Blasphemy! Blasphemy! Blasphemy!"
Alexander looked at Mephiston not far away; this pale vampire sorcerer, returned from death, was clenching his fists tightly.
If it weren't for waiting to hunt that Lictor, Mephiston would have probably fired a psychic cannon and blown this assembly hall to smithereens by now.
"But the long wait is finally over!!!"
The bishop raised her hands high, roaring and shouting:
"Centuries of dormancy have ended, and we shall surge from the desert to overthrow the tyranny of the ghouls!"
"The voice of Sanguinius of the Scythe Wings has sounded in our ears, a sacred song, loud and clear, and the sharp, moving sound of scythe wings trembling."
"And the great Living Saint, Sanguilius, is about to arrive on Baal; the egg carrying his sacred body will fall from the sky, plummeting into the desert."
"And we shall retrieve it, allowing its sacred guidance to lead us!"
"Fifteen great Sanguinius of the Scythe Wings Champions, along with me and Dante, will go to the place where the egg falls, to witness the birth of Sanguilius!"
"A thousand years! The descendant of the salt gatherers on Baal II has served the Emperor for a thousand years!"
Dante stood on the high platform of the Red Great Hall, wearing a golden mask carved with the face of Sanguinius, looking at his allies:
"I have lived for a long time, witnessing many things I could not have imagined."
"In every century I have lived, a new fear has emerged to test our Imperium."
"I have personally witnessed the awakening of the Necron; I have seen the emergence of the Tau Empire."
"When the Tyranid hive Fleet arrived from beyond the galaxy, preying on our worlds, I was there."
"When the Ork Warlord Skullkrumpa invaded Armageddon three times, I was there."
The crimson blood on Sanguinius' mask glowed brightly, and Dante raised his voice:
"I have witnessed the fall of Chapters, I have seen the destruction of worlds, I have seen the armies of the Imperium wither due to the treachery of traitors."
"I have also seen the ambition of the vain turn the innocent into fodder for the defiled hunger in the darkness."
"I have witnessed all this, I have faced all this, but the Imperium stands! The Blood Angels stand! The descendants of Sanguinius stand!"
Dante placed his hands on the table, leaning forward, gazing at his allies:
"Now, when you look up at the stars, you will find the sky completely dark, because the Tyranid are enough to block their light."
"Now, when you face the enemy, you will be terrified by their numbers, because the Tyranid seem to have no end."
"Now, when your souls enter the Warp, you will witness emptiness and pain, because the Warp Shadow is so hungry."
"Seeing all this, you will think we cannot win, you will think we are standing on a losing ground."
Dante looked at the silent Blood Chapters before him, his voice filled with clear anger, an anger tainted with bloodlust:
"But we will win, I tell you, we will win."
"We must confront the curse we bear, know that this rage comes from Sanguinius, and unleash Sanguinius' boundless rage upon those damned xenos!"
His fist slammed heavily on the table, cracking the newly made marble:
"The Imperium will endure! The Blood Angels will endure! Baal will endure! The blood of Sanguinius will endure!"
"I swear by the blood on my brow and the blood of my body! We will achieve victory where defeat is certain! Here, on Baal, Leviathan will die!"
Dante took a deep breath, his roar echoing throughout the Red Great Hall.
Rage, the rage surging from Dante's body, affected every Chapter brother flowing with the blood of Sanguinius.
The crimson fury spread, like ripples slowly rising in a pool of blood, spreading from one person to another.
The scent of blood surged in the Red Great Hall, the two hearts of every warrior beat intensely, and the soul of every warrior raged.
A connection transcending material limitations spread among the leaders of the various Chapters.
They were surprised to find that they were so close to each other after all.
The same blood, the same curse, the same rage from Sanguinius.
Silence lasted for a short while in the Red Great Hall.
Then, it was shattered by shouts.
"Dante!" A roar erupted, uncontrollable and unstoppable: "Dante! Dante! Dante!"
The Space Marines roared, striking their chests with iron-clad fists, the piercing clang of metal resounding throughout the Red Great Hall.
Their fury was as hot as a newly forged longsword, glowing red and scalding, yet unified.
Dante gazed at this scene; he knew that emotionally, these warriors had become one.
Now, the task was to re-forge these brothers, separated for ten millennia, into one in terms of command and military strategy.
This was the most difficult part. May Sanguinius protect us...
Dante's fingers gently rested on the Blood of Sanguinius on his forehead.
He was completely unaware that in the Warp, behind him,
A winged figure of Sanguinius, burning fiercely, was slowly enfolding him with his wings.