In the meeting held in the Blood Council Hall, Dante officially issued the war order.
The Blood Angels Chapter would launch the Dark Side Crusade, sweeping away the enemies of the Imperium until the Dark Side region returned to peace.
Of course, to sustain such a large-scale war, logistics were key.
As the saying goes, 'Troops move, provisions first'.
Launching a large-scale campaign without sufficient war materials would undoubtedly accelerate the collapse of the Imperium's Dark Side situation.
After the Great Rift opened, Warp Storms raged.
Many Forge Worlds and agricultural worlds lost contact with Baal.
They couldn't provide weapons, ammunition, food, and other supplies for Baal's Dark Side Crusade.
At this stage, only the Calixis Sector, which had undergone reforms and experienced a surge in productivity, could meet the logistical needs of the Dark Side Crusade.
To solve the logistics issue, Dante personally conversed with the Sector Governor, Fang.
The two sides negotiated for over three hours and reached an agreement.
Fang promised to provide ample logistical supplies for this Dark Side Crusade.
Fang also made Dante guarantee that he would assist officials dispatched by the Calixis Sector government in promoting reforms on the worlds that were recaptured.
After the meeting, Dante went to the Librarium Sanctum located beneath Angel Keep.
Jailers in dark cloaks stood at the shadowy entrance.
The flickering firelight from the braziers on the walls stretched their shadows.
Standing in the darkness, they saluted the Chapter Master.
After returning the salute, Dante stepped inside.
The underground tunnel leading to the Librarium Sanctum was like a labyrinth, winding and twisting, with no end in sight.
The corridor walls were made of obsidian, cooled from lava, extremely smooth, faintly reflecting the firelight from the wall braziers.
Dante arrived before a massive door.
On either side of the door, several Blood Slaves, clad in blood-red armor and holding power lances, stood guard.
Their eyes emitted psychic glows in the dim environment.
As servants of the Librarium Sanctum, these Blood Slaves also possessed psychic abilities.
"Lord of Blood."
"Lord of Blood."
After verifying Dante's bio-signature, the two Blood Slaves saluted him, then opened the door and allowed him to enter.
Upon entering, one saw colossal pillars, intricately carved with angels and demons, standing majestically, supporting the vaulted ceiling of this underground space.
Rows of mechanical devices were neatly arranged along the cave walls, with thick pipelines crisscrossing between the machines, providing them with energy.
In the center, a magnificent angel sculpture stood tall.
The angel sculpture's right hand rested lightly on the rounded pommel of a stone greatsword.
Its left hand extended forward, and a burning, incandescent orb of flame floated in its broad palm.
If a player were here, they would surely exclaim, because that scorching orb was not some plasma reactor, but a true star.
During the Great Crusade, the Emperor, using his immense power, had bound this star with pure force, compressing it into a burning fireball, but its mass had not changed.
Once unbound, it would ascend to the sky and transform into a true star.
This object was also the Blood Angels' strongest killer.
Dante had considered that if the world of Baal could not withstand the Tyranids, leading to a complete fall, he would unleash this killer.
At that time, both the people of Baal and the Tyranids would be completely reduced to ashes by the star's high temperature.
Dante could not imagine what kind of power was needed to bind a star and make it an object in one's palm.
Yet the Emperor did it, and even gave this star as a gift to his beloved son, Sanguinius.
Inside the Sanctum were several Blood Angels and members of the Adeptus Mechanicus clad in scarlet robes.
Hearing footsteps, Rascellus, the Librarian, turned his head.
Upon seeing Dante, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.
"Chapter Master."
Dante nodded and asked, "How is Mephiston doing?"
"He has crossed the Primaris threshold, but his vital signs continue to decline."
Rascellus moved aside, clearing a path for Dante.
Dante walked over and saw a massive iron sarcophagus, with the Chief Librarian lying inside, immersed in nutrient fluid.
Numerous data cables connected to various parts of his body.
On the data screen next to the sarcophagus, a flat data curve was displayed.
The Chief Librarian's life force was slowly extinguishing, and many Blood Angels and Adeptus Mechanicus were powerless.
This was because the individual's mental will had to cross the Primaris threshold for the transformation to be considered complete; otherwise, it was a failure.
The risk for existing Astartes to ascend to Primaris was far higher than for mortals to become Primaris Space Marines through twenty-one surgical procedures, but Mephiston had no choice; to suppress his continuously growing psychic power, he could only choose Primaris transformation.
Mephiston's original name was Calistarius, the Reclusiarch of the Blood Angels' First Company.
During the Second Armageddon War, he went to Hades hive city to rescue trapped individuals and became a victim of the Black Rage.
After being assigned to the Death Company, he was ordered to participate in an assault on an Imperial Ecclesiarchy building.
After the building collapsed, he was trapped underground for seven days.
Trapped, Calistarius was tormented by the Blood Thirst and Black Rage.
He roared incessantly day and night, eventually relying on pure willpower to forcibly suppress the Blood Thirst and Black Rage.
On the seventh night, he gained the power to escape, reborn as Mephiston, 'Lord of Death'.
As soon as he escaped, he easily slaughtered hundreds of Ork Boyz, causing the Orks to flee in terror.
After Mephiston returned to the Warband, his psychic powers grew stronger day by day, eventually promoting him to Chief Librarian.
However, gaining this power was not without cost.
As Mephiston grew stronger, a black angel appeared behind him.
At the same time, an incredibly pure darkness gradually devoured his soul and flesh.
Considering that he might become corrupted, Mephiston, at Rascellus' persuasion, underwent the Primaris upgrade.
Seeing Mephiston's current state, Dante sighed.
"I hope he can pull through, The army will soon gather and head to the Valerius Star System."
"The probability of him participating in this war is very slim." Rascellus said.
"Hmph!"
Dante sighed softly and then turned to leave.
Rascellus watched Dante leave, then turned around to look at Mephiston lying in the iron sarcophagus.
After a moment of hesitation, he closed his eyes and released his soul; he wanted to try if he could call out to the lost Mephiston.
The Primaris transformation technology, optimized by the Saint and Arale, had minimized the mortality rate to the greatest extent.
However, there were still risks during the transformation.
The unconscious Mephiston's soul plunged into complex illusions.
He first returned to Baal Secundus, his hometown.
"Baal Secundus?"
Mephiston looked around and saw a vast, boundless desert plain, with sand dunes rising at the horizon.
When he was young, he had visited those sand dunes.
He knew that under those undulating sand dunes lay the colossal architectural ruins of humanity's Golden Age, remnants of humanity's great wisdom.
Mephiston withdrew his gaze and examined his body.
He was still an Astartes, but he wasn't wearing power armor.
Instead, he was clad in a linen garment.
"Child."
A call sounded, and a gaunt woman walked slowly from afar.
She wore faded clothes, her face etched with the wrinkles of time.
When the woman saw Mephiston, she cried out.
"You've grown up, child."
Mephiston stared at her.
Dust-covered memories surged from the depths of his mind.
This was his mother.
She had personally sent him on the journey of the Angel's trial.
More memories flooded in.
Growth, laughter, tears—those memories were his past as Calistarius.
"Stay here, child, you've done enough."
The woman reached out and took Mephiston's hand.
Her hands were small and rough, yet they offered a warm, comforting sensation.
"You are just a memory."
Mephiston's tone was calm, without the slightest hint of emotion.
"Child." the woman called out softly, "I'm your mother, aren't I? You said that when you became an Angel, you would come back to protect your mother."
Mephiston slowly closed his eyes, and the woman's calls grew more frantic, eventually turning into malicious curses.
However, no matter what the other party said or did, Mephiston ignored it.
Everything here was fake, merely a memory of the Warp.
Mephiston began to silently recite ancient vows, as he had during past trials, to strengthen his faith, He used meditation to construct an image of the Emperor in his mind, the most powerful means of resisting Warp corruption.
The woman's curses disappeared.
Then, others appeared: the mad heretics and twisted Xenos he had once killed.
They shrieked, demanding vengeance, but Mephiston kept his eyes closed, resisting them with mental power.
The Librarium's training was extremely arduous and strict.
Only through such training could they forge their resilient spirits to confront the madness of the Warp.
Mephiston wanted to forcibly break through the illusion on his own, but after the Warp memory-induced illusion disappeared, he was still trapped there.
"Rest a bit, Calistarius." a hoarse voice rang in Mephiston's ear, "You'll have to stay here for a while, You can only leave once things are resolved."
Mephiston ignored the voice and continued to try to escape.
"Ugh! I'm serious, Calistarius, open your eyes."
The voice sounded again.
"The more you do this, the more time you waste."
After Mephiston's attempt failed again.
realizing he truly couldn't leave this place, he slowly opened his eyes and saw the speaker.
A man stood on a distant slope, watching him.
His body was as short and thin as an ordinary inhabitant of Baal Secundus, with his pelvis severely skewed to the left side.
His nose was red and scarred, and his ears were uneven, lacking symmetrical beauty.
A few sparse, withered hairs grew on his Sam, and his small eyes gleamed like flint shards, dangerous and sharp.
In front of the robust and graceful Mephiston, the man appeared frail.
"Ancient God, you've finally opened your eyes." The man waved a twisted wooden staff, grinning to reveal a mouthful of rotting teeth, "Do you remember me?"
Mephiston frowned; he couldn't recall the man's appearance.
Since his ascension to Astartes, he had lost most of his memories.
"I am Mephiston—"
Before he could finish, the other party lowered his voice and mocked, "I am the Lord of Death."
"When you were a mortal, you were a proud and arrogant little brat, Gaining power only made your flaws worse."
"You are not real; you are just a memory of the Warp." Mephiston emphasized.
The man laughed harder, He walked down the slope and scratched his face with a hand covered in black mud.
"I feel real, The sensation is quite authentic."
"Who exactly are you?" Mephiston asked.
"It's truly heartbreaking, You once swore you'd remember my name for life." The man made an exaggerated expression of sadness.
"Did I make such a promise?" Mephiston shook his head, "I lost my memories from before becoming an Astartes, retaining only relationships with some important individuals."
"But I still can't find any memory of you, which means you were merely an insignificant passerby in my past self's heart."
The man froze, black lines appearing on his forehead.
"I really can't understand how someone with your personality has survived until now."
"I shouldn't have stopped your father from killing you back then!!"
Mephiston looked at the other party, "You know my father, It seems you must have died a long time ago."
"Ugh, death here doesn't count for much!!" The man tapped his staff on the ground, "As long as you can evade the predators or the consumption of those rotting gods, this End Land is actually a pretty good place."
"Forget it, let's not talk so much, Come on, I'll take you to where you're supposed to go."
The man turned and walked a few steps, then looked back, gesturing for the Lord of Death to follow.
Mephiston hesitated for a moment, then followed.
A short while later, the two arrived before a pitch-black cave entrance.
"Where is this?" Mephiston asked.
"The place where you make your choice." The man replied.
"What choice?" Mephiston looked puzzled.
"Your destiny, and the destiny of your Warband."
The man told Mephiston to stand in front of the cave.
Mephiston stood there without any suspicion.
Immediately after, the other party kicked him into the cave.
"How dare you!" Mephiston roared in anger as he fell.
Finally, he landed in an underground space filled with countless blood-red crystals.
The towering blood-red crystals were smooth as mirrors, reflecting hundreds of Mephiston's figures.
They varied in size and form, displaying the Lord of Death's life in a kaleidoscopic fashion.
From childhood to adolescence, everything was there.
Mephiston glanced around, then averted his gaze and strode deeper into the underground space.
He encountered no dangers along the way and smoothly arrived before a magnificent throne.
Here, he saw the Black Angel and Golden Angel of Baal's legends, They stood on either side of the throne, like loyal guards.
Legend had it that the tales of the Golden Angel and Black Angel existed even before humanity arrived on this planet.
The Golden Angel represented goodness, purity, and innocence.
The Black Angel represented flaws, Blood Thirst, and Black Rage.
Seated on the throne was an Angel with a handsome face, clad in golden armor, and possessing pure white wings.
"Saint? How are you here?"
At first glance, Mephiston almost thought it was the Saint.
After careful identification, he realized it wasn't.
The Saint's hair was black, while the one before him had flowing golden hair.
After confirming that the other party was indeed Sanguinius, Mephiston's eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing.
He even stammered when he spoke.
"S-Sanguinius!! My father, how can you be here?"
"My son."
Sanguinius' 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 Mephiston'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 Mephiston's face.
The touch was real and warm, giving him an inexpressible sense of sacred peace.
"You have done so much for humanity, Mephiston."
"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."
Mephiston 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, Mephiston, You must remain in Holy Terra."
This made the smile on Mephiston'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." Mephiston still tried to plead.
Sanguinius shook his head, "No, I am sorry."
Seeing the Primarch's refusal, Mephiston 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, Mephiston."
Sanguinius' voice was still sad, but he no longer shed tears.
He looked at Mephiston, his eyes filled with expectation.
"Do you know these two angels?"
The Golden Angel and the Dark Angel stepped forward, standing beside Sanguinius.
Mephiston first looked at the Golden Angel and called out his name.
"Saint Geleno?"
The Golden Angel nodded, acknowledging that he was Saint Geleno.
Mephiston then looked at the other dark angel.
His face was very familiar, but he couldn't recognize him.
"Who is this?" Mephiston 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 Mephiston 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.
Mephiston 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." Mephiston'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' 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." Mephiston'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?" Mephiston asked.
Sanguinius looked at Mephiston, his bright eyes filled with sorrow.
He grieved for the heavy burden and terrible fate that this poor scion would bear.
"Mephiston, 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."
Mephiston's eyes widened.
He had already sacrificed so much for Holy Terra; wasn't it enough?
Did he still have to continue enduring misunderstanding and suffering in silence??
"No!!" Mephiston said, "Take me, Father."
"I'm sorry." Sanguinius released Mephiston's face, stepped back, and repeated, "I'm sorry, my child, Live on, for humanity, for the Imperium, and for me."
"Stop talking."
Mephiston 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 Mephiston and choking his lungs.
Sanguinius once again sat on the throne, looking down at Mephiston, 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 Great Raider has unleashed powers he cannot control."
"The Warp and materium 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, Mephiston."
"No!" Mephiston shouted.
He struggled desperately, trying to reach 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 Mephiston 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' voice echoed in his ears.
"Come back, Mephiston, we need you."
The voice repeated continuously, like a whisper.
A force appeared out of thin air, grabbing Mephiston's limbs.
At this moment, the sea of blood also churned, engulfing the Chief Librarian.
Under the influence of the two forces, Mephiston was pulled back to the warp.
"He's back! Quick, control his limbs and inject him with the serum."
The Biological Magos standing beside the modification table spoke excitedly.
He ordered his servants to restrain the trembling Mephiston 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 Great Angel, he's back."
But soon, their faces showed horror.
A terrifying psychic energy erupted from Mephiston, 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 Mephiston'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 Mephiston 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, Mephiston opened his eyes, and the rampant power was instantly absorbed into his body.
All the old scars disappeared, and Mephiston transformed into an exceptionally handsome man.
"Congratulations, you have crossed the Primaris Rubicon." Rascellus' face showed joy, "It seems you have successfully suppressed that dark entity."
Mephiston looked at Rascellus.
He recalled Sanguinius' 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 Mephiston'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 Saints who had come from afar.
The visiting Saints were Doraemon of Doraemon 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 Legend 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 Saints 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, Doraemon 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 Doraemon 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 Doraemon 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, Doraemon 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 Doraemon 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 Machine God.
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.
Doraemon 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 Mephiston.
"Have you successfully crossed the Primaris Rubicon?" Dante asked with excitement.
Mephiston 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 Mephiston'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 Doraemon Workshop become your weapon and equipment supplier."
Doraemon walked to Dante and Mephiston.
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, Doraemon Workshop is committed to providing the best armor and weapons for its customers."
Doraemon 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.
Doraemon smiled, "Then, I wish Holy Terra a pleasant cooperation."
After signing the contract, Doraemon 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??"
"Doraemon Workshop really made wings."
"Damn it, they didn't sell to Terra 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 Legend'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 Rath Forge World.
Magos Moriou, the Forge Master, received bad news.
"The Blood Angels said they no longer need Terra to provide power armor; they already have a better supplier."
The tech-priest reporting bowed to Magos Moriou.
"Don't need it?" Magos Moriou'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?"
Magos Moriou 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 tech-priest said cautiously.
"Assessment: This is a very ignorant decision." Magos Moriou said.
"Magos, perhaps you should take a look at this." The tech-priest opened a projection interface, displaying footage of the Blood Angels flying in the air.
Magos Moriou'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 Saints?"
The tech-priest nodded, "It was developed by the Saints, The Blood Angels Chapter also said that the Saints' 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 Doraemon Workshop the weapon and equipment supplier for the Blood Angels Chapter."
"This… this does not comply with the Empire and Mars…" Magos Moriou tried to cite the regulations of the Empire and Mars, but then he remembered that the other party was the Saints, the messenger of the Omnissiah, and immediately backed down.
In terms of Machine God faith, they were more orthodox than him.
"How shameless! They're actually engaging in commercial competition!"
Magos Moriou 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?