Chapter 776 Lord of the Holy Blood
Dante seldom sleeps outside Baal. He always has too many things to do, and there are too many problems waiting for him to make decisions and the actions of his men. They must also be constantly understood and intervene when appropriate.
Thousands of souls seek his guidance, and billions of creatures need his protection. The Space Marine's physique allows him to stay alert at all times, and lack of sleep will not have much impact on him.
Only when he rests in the Blood Coffin Hall can he let his soul rest.
In the final analysis, he is still just a human being, and he needs sleep, otherwise he will not return to his flagship as soon as the war is over.
This kind of rest is very short-lived. After a few hours, he has to open his eyes and deal with more things.
Includes meetings with two Chapter Masters.
As he tossed and turned in bed, bloody dreams still tormented him.
The Traitor Astartes are walking through the burning world, the Rebel Primarch is leading the twisted legions on the bloody road, and the screams of billions of humans are shaking the foundation of the real world.
The Milky Way is constantly fluctuating, the demon army rushes out from the cracks in the sky, and the big brass bell rings the doomsday bell.
destroy! destroy! destroy!
Dante was attacked from both sides. A huge face above his head was gradually emerging, looking down at Dante with victory.
"Horus!"
Dante gasped, a huge claw reaching down to grab him, ready to crush him.
"My lord."
An old voice was mixed in the noise of hell.
"My lord!"
Then, a pair of weak hands was shaking his arm.
Dante suddenly woke up. Stimulated by the terrifying things in his dream, he suddenly stretched out his hands and choked the old servant's throat.
His teeth were sticking out and his face was congested. The nightmare made him involuntarily put himself into a fighting state.
"My lord, it's me!"
Arafeo's twisted fingers tried in vain to let go of Dante's hand. The Blood Angel Chapter Leader's fangs stretched out, and the blood slave's heart rate was beating in his direction. rose sharply under the iron fist of .
"My lord, please wake up quickly!"
The next moment, the suffocating pressure on Alafeo's throat disappeared, and Dante's face gradually became clearer.
Alafeo took several steps back, and Dante quickly rolled out of bed, rushed to the attendant, and supported him with the hand that was trying to strangle Alafeo a few seconds ago.
"Old man."
Dante was speechless due to self-reproach.
"I...I'm very sorry. Did I hurt you? The dreams I've had lately have been very dark. Are you okay? Look at me!"
Arafeo leaned on He sat beside a sofa, Dante gently held his face and examined it carefully.
The pinch marks on the servant's neck are gradually fading.
"I'm fine, sir."
Seeing that the other party was fine, Dante reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Old man, why do you suddenly appear here?"
"I have done everything you asked and am ready to wait for you to wake up, but——"
"Please forgive me. You performed your duties well, but I almost hurt you."
"It's okay, my lord."
Dante suppressed the urge to refute him.
"What do you mean it doesn't matter? I could have broken your neck, and you were only one step away from death."
"But I didn't die, sir." Alafeo Breathing heavily, he smiled and said:
"I asked you to rest. I will be more careful when serving you in the future."
Dante smiled.
"At least your spirit has not been affected, my friend."
Dante glanced at the clock. He couldn't remember the time before he went to bed.
“How long have I been asleep?”
"You slept for less than five hours, my lord."
"Five hours?"
Dante originally planned to take a three-hour nap, because there was a very important banquet next— —He wanted to meet in person with the renowned Soshiyan Chapter Master of the Astral Knights.
“Why didn’t anyone wake me up?”
Arafeo looked his master in the eyes. It took him half a century after serving in the army to dare to do it for the first time. With such a move, he was one of the few people Dante allowed to see his face.
They are both old, but only by their own standards.
"Because I did not allow them to do this, you have expended too much energy, my lord. You must rest."
"I appreciate your concern, but I have matters to attend to. , they are much more important than my rest.”
Arafeo’s hands were twisted like tree roots due to arthritis, and he handed over Dante’s towel with trembling hands.
Dante's eyes stopped on these hands, and the old servant looked aside, feeling ashamed of his weakness.
"I will rest, and you should go and rest too."
Arafeo's trembling hands were still stretched forward.
“You haven’t rested, how can I rest with peace of mind?”
“We are different, our destiny is different, and our responsibilities are also different.”
“You Your responsibility is much greater than mine, sir. If I had passed the test, maybe my burden would be similar to yours, but I don't. I am a servant, not an angel. Nonetheless , we should all serve the Emperor in our own way, and my way is to help you bear as many burdens as possible, no matter how small they are.”
"Yes, we are all serving."
Dante took the towel, Alafeo bowed, turned around and was about to open Dante's coat rack and take out a new lining.
His movements began to slow down, and his hands would tremble more violently whenever he tired, and he became tired more and more easily.
On the one hand, there are fifteen hundred years of fighting as a warrior, and on the other hand, there are eighty years of service as a servant, but in the final analysis, both of them are just servants.
Dante looked at the other party and suddenly thought, if he had a choice, would he exchange identities with his attendant military attaché?
Dante doesn't think he would do this voluntarily, but if he didn't have a choice, he would never complain about it.
No matter what, serving the Emperor is serving the Emperor. There is no distinction between superior and inferior.
Everyone has a role to play, and Alafeo is right in this regard.
This humility in his servant made him feel ashamed.
"Arafeo."
Dante said softly:
"You have done enough for me today. Thank you for sparing me a lot of hard work. I am deeply grateful for this. Now go and rest. This is an order."< br>
"Sir, time is very tight, the distinguished guest is already on the way."
"I understand, then hurry up and put on your armor for me."
He turned around Head, no longer facing Alafeo.
"Of course, sir."
The old servant nodded and took out a brand new set of linings.
(End of this chapter)