The war continued on Baal.
Sanguinius' return from death profoundly impacted the Blood Angels, leaving them momentarily unable to grasp the situation.
Yet, their souls and bloodlines trembled with reverence; the noble being flying in the sky with quivering wings was their genetic father.
Of the more than ten thousand Sons of Sanguinius defending Angel Keep, over half had fallen, leaving only about four thousand.
And a significant number of Tyranids forces still occupied Baal III.
But not a single warrior doubted that they would win this battle.
Khorne's daemon army had been banished, the hive mind had been weakened, and the Tyranids had no chance to replenish more biomass.
The Tyranids currently on Baal III represented their last strength, and this force was now moving towards its demise.
Of course, most importantly, the Primarch was with the Blood Angels.
Hope flickered on Sanguinius' glorious face.
Sanguinius took command from Dante.
There was no ceremony of allegiance or transfer of power; it was only natural for the Sons of Sanguinius to obey their genetic father's command, an instinct ingrained in their blood and flesh.
And the Primarch, with his superhuman wisdom, effortlessly unified the remaining Astartes into a cohesive whole, elegantly and skillfully establishing a new command structure.
Not only that, but the warriors who had once succumbed to the Black Rage also changed.
The former anger, chaos, and madness seemed to have vanished; glory and hope now shone upon these black-armored warriors, who stood among the Blood Angels as if they were the embodiment of Sanguinius' will.
Sanguinius quickly began issuing commands by company; approximately three companies of former Astartes Legions were left to guard Angel Keep.
The majority of the remaining Blood Angels began their assault into the desert outside Angel Keep, intent on eliminating the Tyranids forces still entrenched on Baal.
Scorching defensive lasers erupted from Alexander's fingertips; the weapon, personally designed by Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors, was powerful enough to pierce the atmosphere and shoot down ships in the void.
Another Tyranids vessel was destroyed, its death-sparks transforming into a small sun in the sky, then either plummeting into Baal's atmosphere as a meteor or becoming floating chunks of flesh.
Alexander picked up the Mechanizer in his left hand and pressed the ability replication button on the machine again.
Mephiston, standing beside Alexander, used his psychic powers to mark the target locations on Alexander's retina.
Alexander raised his finger again, and a scorching laser beam shot down another Tyranids vessel.
This defensive laser itself had a cooldown period, requiring time for its barrel to cool, and could only be fired a few times a day. For the tens of thousands of remaining Tyranids fleets in the void, it was merely a drop in the ocean.
Fortunately, the ability Alexander replicated with the Mechanizer had no cooldown. Firing a shot and then replicating the ability again would reset the cooldown.
Mephiston's psychic powers had established a connection with the Astropathic station still holding out on Baal II, using it to pinpoint the locations of the Tyranids vessels for Alexander.
According to Mephiston, a strange Warp storm had swept across the entire Baal Star System. While this made it difficult for Baal to receive or transmit information to the outside world, it inexplicably enhanced the Astropathic communication and psychic powers of the Blood Angels within the system.
Mephiston even suspected that this Warp storm was conjured by Sanguinius.
This, in turn, made Alexander feel a bit puzzled.
He recalled that back on Pluto's Shield, he had used the Truth and Falsehood Divination Machine twice and received two results.
First, Sanguinius was not Sanguinius from ten thousand years ago.
Second, following the guidance of Sanguinius to Baal to resurrect Sanguinius would be beneficial to him.
There were still quite a few suspicious points, and even the resurrection of Sanguinius itself was very strange.
According to the information Alexander knew from his previous life, Sanguinius' soul might have been devoured by the Four Gods, the Emperor might have preserved a part, and perhaps a small portion had flowed into all the Blood Angels.
The last part might return to his body upon resurrection, but it seemed unlikely that the other two parts would return to Sanguinius' body so easily, right?
Ultimately, Alexander wasn't sure what exactly he had resurrected.
However, since the Truth and Falsehood Divination Machine had determined that it would ultimately benefit Alexander, there wasn't much to be overly concerned about.
Besides, after spending many days together, Alexander knew that the Sanguinius he had resurrected was largely trustworthy.
Alexander briefly turned his gaze to his four-dimensional pocket, blasting the Tyranids vessels in the void while organizing his gains.
Angron's daemon sword, Zandiares, the Khorne Greater Daemon Angron, and the corpses of two Norn Emissaries and one Norn Assimilator were crammed into the four-dimensional pocket.
[Item Name: Zandiares]
[Origin: Warp - Eye of Terror - Daemon World]
[Description: The personal sword of the Khorne daemon Primarch Angron, a terrifying daemon weapon whose name comes from the Slaanesh daemon imprisoned within it. Zandiares once ruled a daemon world within the Eye of Terror, where he operated a gladiatorial arena, enslaving and tormenting his enemies for thousands of years, taking pleasure in crushing and humiliating the strongest warriors, and proudly proclaiming that no warrior could defeat him.
This ultimately enraged Angron. The Khorne daemon Primarch beat Zandiares to death with only an iron bar, which then transformed into a sharp greatsword, with Zandiares imprisoned within it.]
[Production Time: ???]
[Condition: Small sword goods]
[Value: 56,000,000]
[Can be used as supplementary material for children's behavioral correction re-education]
Alexander's eye twitched slightly as he read the text.
A slave owner, a gladiatorial arena, enslaving and humiliating warriors, a proud Slaanesh daemon who claimed no warrior could defeat him?
No wonder he ate Angron's iron bar; every single one of those points was like dancing on Angron's Butcher's Nails.
However, regarding this 'can be used as supplementary material for children's behavioral correction re-education,' Alexander glanced briefly at the deepest part of his four-dimensional pocket, where the blue cat was sleeping.
Alexander had a hunch.
If Angron's daemon sword were used as material, then Doraemon would very likely be born in the Warp, at least in its initial form.
He hesitated for a moment, ultimately choosing not to feed Zandiares to Doraemon now.
Alexander knew too little about his golden finger; who knew what kind of Doraemon would be born after feeding?
He had to be prepared.
But looking at the other gains, a smile curved on Alexander's lips.
[Item Name: Angron]
[Origin: Warp - Brass Fortress]
[Description: Khorne's current Chief Greater Daemon, created after Skarbrand's Great Heresy. Deeply favored by Khorne, he is one of the eight most powerful Greater daemons currently serving Khorne, a synonym for war and destruction. Angron, who frequently engages in high-intensity exercise, has developed a body of succulent muscle, lean, juicy, sweet, mellow, and chewy, with beautiful marbling, making him a rare delicacy.]
[Production Time: ???]
[Condition: Original cut]
[Value: 208,888,888]
[Can be used for children's behavioral correction re-education]
[Item Name: Norn Emissary]
[Origin: Baal Star System - Tyranids hive Fleet]
[Description: The highest-ranking unit among Tyranids, a powerful unit only produced and dispatched by the hive mind during the most critical battles or when specific commanders need to be assassinated, possessing extremely strong psychic powers. Rich in nutrients, it has a brain-boosting effect after processing, chicken-flavored and crunchy.]
[Production Time: ???]
[Condition: Deceased]
[Value: 25,600,000]
[Unit: Norn Assimilator.]
In an instant, over 200 million flowed into Alexander's account, and this was without even collecting the smaller Tyranid corpses.
He wondered what stage Sanguinius' side had reached.
Now Alexander was no longer fighting alone; with Sanguinius' cooperation, all the Tyranid corpses on Baal would be his.
That would undoubtedly be a huge sum of money.
Just as Alexander was contemplating this, he suddenly felt a faint glimmer in the depths of his mind.
It was a light intertwined with blue and gold, extending like a thread from Alexander's consciousness, continuously reaching into the distance.
Alexander vaguely felt that this thread connected to Sanguinius, and he could use this thread—
What is this? Touch it!
Alexander gently plucked the thread.
Dante had never felt such immense power surge through his body. It was a sensation he had never experienced before.
This power did not come from the Black Rage or the Red Thirst; it came purely from their genetic father, from the exalted Archangel.
Dante roared, his axe severing the head of the Executioner before him. The howling energy field erupted in a blue light, splitting open the skull of a Tyranids Warrior in the blink of an eye.
He couldn't help but look at his arm in astonishment; the strength within it was something he had never felt in a thousand years. The mere fact that the Primarch was with them had doubled the power of every Son of Sanguinius.
Not to mention when these warriors formed an army as one. They were like the legendary Ninth Legion of ten thousand years ago.
Glory shone on every warrior's face; the once terrifying Tyranids seemed to have become fragile.
Sanguinius didn't even need to act; only the Sanguinius who was constantly around him occasionally wielded his silver sword, fighting alongside Dante.
Dante couldn't help but look up at Sanguinius in the sky.
Suddenly, Sanguinius' body trembled a few times, his wings twitched violently, and he seemed to almost fall from the sky.
Dante was startled and quickly asked, "My Lord?"
Sanguinius' expression was strange. He looked at Dante and said with some hesitation, "No, I'm fine."
"Mm, really, I'm fine."