"My son."
Sanguinius's voice was filled with sorrow.
He stepped down from the throne, his body enveloped in light, strong and imposing, exuding immense pressure.
The pair of enormous wings spread behind him, their pure white feathers as real as the Primarch's sorrow.
"Father, you truly are our Father."
Tears welled up in Mefiston's eyes, and his voice became choked.
"I am sorry for bringing you so much suffering." The Primarch's voice held a sad beauty.
He bent down and reached out, cupping Mefiston's face.
The touch was real and warm, giving him an inexpressible sense of sacred peace.
"You have done so much for humanity, Mefiston."
"You are one of my most outstanding sons, a guardian of humanity, a sword protecting humanity."
"You have endured so much suffering. I should have kept my promise and brought you to my side, freed you from conflict, and let you stand shoulder to shoulder with your departed brothers."
Mefiston smiled with relief.
"Yes, take me, Father."
"I have served for so long, I have endured so much suffering. Please grant me the release of death, let me return to your side."
However, Sanguinius shed tears, and the falling tears shimmered with light.
"I cannot. Humanity needs you, and the new Lord of Humanity also needs you. The End War is coming, and fallen heroes will return, Mefiston. You must remain in Reality."
This made the smile on Mefiston's face freeze.
Ah!
His emotions were already at this point; this statement seemed a bit ill-timed, didn't it?
Does he have to go back to work overtime?
"No, Father, take me." Mefiston still tried to plead.
Sanguinius shook his head. "No, I am sorry."
Seeing the Primarch's refusal, Mefiston showed a pained expression.
Just then, with a thunderous boom, the vast underground space began to tremble.
It was as if a terrifying giant beast was impacting the place.
"The enemy is approaching; we don't have much time, Mefiston."
Sanguinius's voice was still sad, but he no longer shed tears.
He looked at Mefiston, his eyes filled with expectation.
"Do you know these two angels?"
The Golden Angel and the Dark Angel stepped forward, standing beside Sanguinius.
Mefiston first looked at the Golden Angel and called out his name.
"Saint Geleno?"
The Golden Angel nodded, acknowledging that he was Saint Geleno.
Mefiston then looked at the other dark angel.
His face was very familiar, but he couldn't recognize him.
"Who is this?" Mefiston looked at Sanguinius, hoping for an answer.
"The Dark Angel is the opposite of Saint Geleno. Before humanity arrived on Baal, the ancient races living here already knew of the existence of the Golden Angel and the Dark Angel,"
"They are the left and right arms of the King of Angels, and also eternal rivals."
Sanguinius explained, pointing to a nearby stone pillar.
A scene lit up, showing Mefiston a group of slender xenos.
They wore heavy robes, adorned with artworks carved from bloodstone.
In the scene, they built monumental steles that would stand for ten thousand years.
The steles were carved with the Golden Angel and the Dark Angel.
"Millions of years after this race perished, humanity came to Baal and established a paradise-like colony."
As Sanguinius spoke, the surrounding scenery changed.
Mefiston was surprised to find himself standing in the void.
The two moons orbiting Baal came into his sight.
Baal Secundus had azure oceans.
The light gray of the desert and the lush dark green formed a beautiful picture.
Baal Secundus, on the other hand, was a marvel of technology and architecture.
Magnificent ring structures surrounded the moon, and brilliant lights dotted the prosperous cities like stars.
"How beautiful." Mefiston's face showed shock.
He had never imagined that his homeworld, which was like a death world, had once been so beautiful.
"It's a pity that beautiful world was destroyed with the advent of the Age of Strife."
Sanguinius's tone was as sorrowful as ever.
"Fortunately, we have been given a chance to rebuild it."
"We will definitely rebuild Baal into a paradise again." Mefiston's tone was firm as he swore to the Primarch.
"I hope so too, my child." Sanguinius said, "I brought you here to make a choice."
"This choice is heavy, but if successful, we will have a great chance to rebuild Baal into the paradise of old."
Sanguinius waved his hand, and the starry scene vanished, returning them to the cold underground space.
"Saint Geleno was once a mortal, until he chose self-sacrifice on the planet Devon to save me."
"That sacrifice allowed him to absorb all the goodness displayed by the sons of Baal throughout endless ages, thus gaining immortal power."
"But the sons of Baal also bear sin, and this power is even more terrifying than the power controlled by Saint Geleno."
"It represents chaos and fury, and it is also why the Blood Angels Warband is tormented by the Blood Thirst and the Black Rage."
"This power has grown stronger with the passage of time, manifesting in every son of Sanguinius."
"The Blood Angels are the strongest children of Baal, so they were the first to be cursed."
"When all the Blood Angels fall, the curse will spread to every son of Baal."
"The people of Baal will march to their deaths under the control of the Blood Thirst and the Black Rage. In the end, this dark power will even affect other worlds, and even the entire Imperium."
"What should I do?" Mefiston asked.
Sanguinius looked at Mefiston, his bright eyes filled with sorrow.
He grieved for the heavy burden and terrible fate that this poor scion would bear.
"Mefiston, you must merge with the Dark Angel, control its power, and tame it, so that this power can be used by the Imperium, and the Blood Angels will also find peace."
"The cost is equally tragic: you will become synonymous with darkness, and all things will fear and hate you, yet you cannot tell anyone about this."
Mefiston's eyes widened.
He had already sacrificed so much for Reality; wasn't it enough?
Did he still have to continue enduring misunderstanding and suffering in silence??
"No!!" Mefiston said, "Take me, Father."
"I'm sorry." Sanguinius released Mefiston's face, stepped back, and repeated, "I'm sorry, my child. Live on, for humanity, for the Imperium, and for me."
"Stop talking."
Mefiston shouted, rushing towards Sanguinius.
"Father, take me, please."
At this moment, a gush of crimson blood, from an unknown source, surged forth like a tsunami, engulfing Mefiston and choking his lungs.
Sanguinius once again sat on the throne, looking down at Mefiston, who was submerged in the sea of blood, his eyes still filled with endless sorrow.
"Go back. Your duty is not yet done."
"The Warp is in an era of turmoil. The Despoiler has unleashed powers he cannot control."
"The Warp and the Reality will be closely intertwined, but Immaterium is not an evil hell; it is merely corrupted."
"And what we must do is Purify it, to set everything back on track."
"Please forgive me for not being able to rescue you from suffering. Humanity and the Imperium both need you, Mefiston."
"No!" Mefiston shouted.
He struggled desperately, trying to reach the The Great Angel's side.
However, after a crimson giant wave struck, he was swept away by the wave and sank into the blood.
When Mefiston resurfaced from the sea of blood and steadied himself,
Sanguinius and the two angels had vanished, leaving only a surging sea of blood.
Immediately after, Rascellus's voice echoed in his ears.
"Come back, Mefiston, we need you."
The voice repeated continuously, like a whisper.
A force appeared out of thin air, grabbing Mefiston's limbs.
At this moment, the sea of blood also churned, engulfing the Chief Librarian.
Under the influence of the two forces, Mefiston was pulled back to the Reality.
"He's back! Quick, control his limbs and inject him with the serum."
The Biological Sage standing beside the modification table spoke excitedly.
He ordered his servants to restrain the trembling Mefiston and inject the already prepared serum to repair the Chief Librarian's body.
He also guided the energy of a star into his body to activate dormant bodily functions.
Rascellus and the other Librarians, seeing this scene, all showed joy.
"By the The Great Angel, he's back."
But soon, their faces showed horror.
A terrifying psychic energy erupted from Mefiston, sweeping in all directions, shaking heaven and earth.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Accompanied by explosions, the power cables and equipment throughout the hall's walls simultaneously burst.
Dozens of brilliant energy streams shot out from Mefiston's mouth, shining with dazzling light.
His body was enveloped in bright, golden-crow-like energy light, like a sun slowly rising.
The light sphere slowly floated up, and Mefiston transformed into a shadow within the blazing light.
Boom! The light sphere exploded.
A terrifying energy erupted like a storm,
Knocking everyone nearby to the ground.
Then, Mefiston opened his eyes, and the rampant power was instantly absorbed into his body.
All the old scars disappeared, and Mefiston transformed into an exceptionally handsome man.
"Congratulations, you have crossed the Primaris Rubicon." Rascellus's face showed joy. "It seems you have successfully suppressed that dark entity."
Mefiston looked at Rascellus.
He recalled Sanguinius's words in the illusion.
Controlling the Dark Angel would come at a cost.
For the rest of his life, he would have to contend with that Dark Angel.
Only then could he preserve the Warband and Baal.
Thinking of this, a heavy gloom settled in Mefiston's heart.
But he didn't show it; instead, he grinned, revealing a smile.
"Yes, I have controlled that terrifying Dark Angel."
"Now, find me some clothes. I need to meet the Lord of the Blood Angels."
At this moment, Dante, the Lord of the Blood Angels, was meeting with the God Chosen who had come from afar.
The visiting God Chosen were Dora of Dora Workshop and the White Wolf.
They had already learned that the Blood Angels were about to launch the Dark Crusade.
To expand their business, they specifically came to promote their brand-new Angel Power Armor.
Recently, the bio-brains launched by the MC Dynasty had made them feel threatened.
They decided to open up the market with new products and build a moat.
The Power Armor they were promoting was different from ordinary Power Armor.
In addition to various cutting-edge technologies, it also came with a pair of wings shaped from active nanomaterials.
The metal wings not only provided the necessary lift for flight, but the metal feathers forming the wings could also be launched as sharp blades to tear enemies apart.
"This is the Angel Suit we specifically developed for the Blood Angels, abandoning traditional energy cells and adopting cold nuclear fusion for power, allowing for several years of high-intensity consumption with a single fuel refill."
"Additionally, it's crafted from active nanomaterials, allowing for self-repair as long as the energy core isn't completely destroyed, reducing logistics pressure."
"Equipped with an adaptive module, its various components can be programmatically edited and shaped, perfectly fitting both standard Astartes and Primaris Astartes body types."
"It features a brand new White Tiger servo system with nanosecond response, and a dynamic perception system with multi-core assistance, perfectly compatible with squad combat."
"Utilizing the Black Tortoise architecture, it's equipped with a deflector field and a small plasma shield, enhancing battlefield survivability."
"And these Angel Wings on its back are even more incredible. Their design incorporates aerodynamics, and they feature the latest 2.0 anti-gravity device, making them more stable and quieter."
"The Angel Wings' feathers are connected by hinges, allowing for free extension and retraction. Using the latest neural-synaptic connection technology, the wings become an extension of the body, also with nanosecond response and self-repair capabilities."
"......"
Dante, Cobro, and other Blood Angels stared in astonishment as the God Chosen introduced their equipment.
It sounded so advanced and impressive.
"The Empire's enemies are so powerful; you need more good equipment. This Angel Suit is perfect for you."
"If you purchase our armor, we will also provide excellent after-sales service. Dora Workshop solemnly promises unconditional returns within seven days for quality issues, and replacement instead of repair within the warranty period."
White Wolf paused, then offered a significant discount, "Order now and receive a free small frigate, a 500-meter class vessel."
Dante turned and exchanged glances with Cobro and the other Blood Angels warriors, feeling a bit unaccustomed.
Before, they just used whatever the Forge World provided.
They had never been the customer before!
It was a new experience, and they felt a bit nervous.
"May we try on this battle armor?" Cobro asked.
"Of course, as long as the customer has a need, we will try our best to satisfy it."
White Wolf nodded with a slight smile.
Soon after, several Dora Workshop employees in crimson robes walked in from outside and began replacing Cobro's armor.
They were all members of the Adeptus Mechanicus.
Later, due to welfare benefits and career development issues,
They chose to stop serving the Adeptus Mechanicus and instead joined Dora Workshop as employees.
The donning method of the first-generation Angel Power Armor was no different from the MK Power Armor the Blood Angels had used before.
Of course, Dora Workshop was already researching a second-generation power armor.
It would use entirely new technology, integrating a large metal box.
By simply placing a hand on it and passing verification, the box would automatically activate,
Transforming into flowing liquid metal that would cover the wearer's entire body.
The Dora Workshop employees were very fast, taking only a short time to remove the MK-type power armor from Cobro.
Then, they proceeded to put on the Angel Power Armor.
"Praise the omnissiah…"
After the change of armor was complete, the employees collectively chanted a binary hymn praising the Lord of Myriad Machines.
A data interface appeared out of thin air in front of Cobro, who wasn't wearing his helmet.
It displayed the detailed parameters of the power armor and the status of its various components.
The Angel series battle armor has been activated.
Cobro tried to move.
He found the servo system's response speed to be incredibly fast,
Compared to the battle armor he had worn before, it was like night and day.
The optimization of the synesthesia system made him feel as if the battle armor was no longer an external object, but an extension of his flesh and blood.
With a thought, the metal wings on his back came alive, extending and retracting at will.
With a gentle flap of the metal wings, Cobro took flight, like an angel from legend.
"This battle armor!"
Dante's eyes widened.
He had never imagined power armor could be made like this.
Dora and White Wolf, meanwhile, smiled.
This meticulously designed Angel Power Armor was sure to hook these Blood Angels.
The previously released CMC Power Armor wasn't significantly different from the Imperial standard MK Power Armor.
However, starting with the Angel model, power armor design would undergo a revolutionary change.
Of course, the Angel Power Armor was extremely expensive to manufacture,
After all, it used only the most cutting-edge materials.
Currently, it was likely only the Astartes who could use it in formation.
However, that was more than enough; Astartes with Angel Armor who had undergone Primarisization would absolutely be the most lethal army in the galaxy.
As for the previously developed CMC Power Armor, along with the newly developed Mjolnir Power Armor, they would be issued to the elite of the Astra Militarum.
"How is it? Are you satisfied?" White Wolf asked the Blood Angels Chaplain, Cobro.
"The performance is indeed superior." Cobro landed, looking astonished.
With this set of power armor, the Blood Angels' mobility and combat power would improve terrifyingly.
He could already imagine himself slaughtering aliens and traitors while wearing this power armor,
It would surely be like cutting vegetables, a complete slaughter.
"I never thought power armor could be designed like this!"
A voice came.
Everyone turned to look and found it was Rascellus and Mefiston.
"Have you successfully crossed the Primaris Rubicon?" Dante asked with excitement.
Mefiston nodded, "Yes, I have crossed the Primaris Rubicon. Blood Lord, the first thing I did after waking up was to come and see you."
"Good, very good." Dante walked over and patted Mefiston's shoulder, "We all thought you wouldn't make it to this Battle of Honor."
"Today is truly a day worth celebrating. Another Imperial hero has crossed the Primaris Rubicon."
"Why not make today even more joyous, Blood Lord? Please let Dora Workshop become your weapon and equipment supplier."
Dora walked to Dante and Mefiston.
Dante looked at Cobro, who nodded slightly, indicating approval.
"Then let's sign," Dante said, "The Blood Angels will procure weapons and equipment from you."
"You won't be disappointed, Blood Lord. Dora Workshop is committed to providing the best armor and weapons for its customers."
Dora extended his hand and summoned a contract interface.
"For ease of trade, this is a trading system developed by the Imperial Bank and the Departmento Munitorum. As long as you sign your name here, it will have the same legal effect as a paper contract."
Dante read through it, confirmed there were no issues, and then signed it with his biological imprint.
Dora smiled, "Then, I wish us a pleasant cooperation."
After signing the contract, Dora Workshop provided the Blood Angels with the first batch of 100 sets of Angel Power Armor.
Dante didn't waste any words.
Upon receiving the new equipment, he had his Blood Guard, Captains, and veterans re-equip.
When they flapped their wings and flew out, the small Players active on Baal immediately started drooling.
"This is too cool!"
"The Blood Angels have re-equipped! They all have wings??"
"Dora Workshop really made wings."
"Damn it, they didn't sell to us first, but supplied the NPCs instead."
"I want wings too, pretty wings."
"Does it have mimicry capabilities? I want to transform into something like Sanguinius."
"..."
The release of the Angel Armor sparked heated discussions among the Players.
Its popularity was even higher than MC Dynasty's bio-brains.
After all, bio-brains improved computing power and changed the Empire,
But for ordinary Players, it didn't have much impact.
However, wings were something that affected how cool a game character looked.
After all, being strong was a matter of the current version, but being cool was for life.
Having a pair of Angel Wings, regardless of the combat power bonus, would definitely look good.
Just as the Angel Power Armor burst onto the scene, causing a stir,
On the other side, on Las Forge World,
Moriou the Sage, the Forge Master, received bad news.
"The Blood Angels said they no longer need us to provide power armor; they already have a better supplier."
The Mechanical Priest reporting bowed to Moriou the Sage.
"Don't need it?" Moriou the Sage's tone was somewhat surprised, "Didn't you tell them that this time we would not only provide them with standard power armor but also a batch of Terminator Armor?"
Moriou the Sage firmly believed that the Blood Angels would absolutely not refuse such equipment.
After all, Terminator Armor was so rare that even a Warband only had a few sets.
It was only because the Blood Angels were a newly formed Warband that they were willing to give it to them.
Otherwise, they would have been sent away.
"They explicitly stated they don't need it," the reporting Mechanical Priest said cautiously.
"Assessment: This is a very ignorant decision," Moriou the Sage said.
"Sage, perhaps you should take a look at this." The Mechanical Priest opened a projection interface, displaying footage of the Blood Angels flying in the air.
Moriou the Sage's mechanical eyes widened slightly, and the sound from his brass vocalizer carried shock and disbelief.
"Power armor with wings that can fly? Was it developed by those God Chosen?"
The Mechanical Priest nodded, "It was developed by the God Chosen. The Blood Angels Chapter also said that the God Chosen's service is better than ours, and buying their products comes with a free gift, a 500-meter class small warship."
"They also provide after-sales service, claiming that if any quality issues arise within the warranty period, they will only replace it and not repair it, and repair personnel can be called at any time for any problems."
"Blood Lord Dante has decided to make Dora Workshop the weapon and equipment supplier for the Blood Angels Chapter."
"This… this does not comply with the Empire and Mars…" Moriou the Sage tried to cite the regulations of the Empire and Mars,
But then he remembered that the other party was the God Chosen, the messenger of the omnissiah, and immediately backed down.
In terms of Lord of Myriad Machines faith, they were more orthodox than him.
"How shameless! They're actually engaging in commercial competition!"
Moriou the Sage had never imagined that one day, a Forge World would also encounter commercial competition.
Damn it, would this guaranteed-income Forge World still go bankrupt in the future?