Chapter 778 Scroll of Sanguinius
Although he had many doubts about Brother Callistarius, Soshyan was not stupid enough to raise it on such an occasion.
Perhaps he will never ask this question again.
After the two battle groups introduced each other, the blood slaves quietly walked into the house, holding basins filled with fragrant water.
They ritually washed the lips and gauntlets of their hosts and placed white towels on their left arms.
Other servants followed, carrying wine jugs and silver goblets set with rubies and gold filigree.
What the Blood Angels value most is beauty, and beauty is reflected in excellence in the way they act. Therefore, their servants work in a flawless rhythm, serving their masters as accurately as machines.
They made no sound when they placed the wine glasses on the stone table.
As the master, Dante waited for this sacred baptism to end. A high-ranking Chapter servant brought him a silver basin with thirty-three rubies in it, each with a Engraved with the names of the recently deceased.
Dante picked them up and put them into the bowl in front of him.
"Let future generations remember them."
Dante said,
The first one raised the filled wine glass, and the blood slaves also withdrew one by one.
"Blood will not taint our words, and anger will not taint our reason."
The Blood Angel warriors chanted the following sentences, and Soshiyang looked at it curiously The mysterious rituals of this ancient warband.
"Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!"
With that done,
the sons of Sanguinius lowered their heads and sought communion with their father's spirit.
When everyone looked up again, their expressions relaxed, and then Dante raised his glass to Soshyan and Randall.
“Welcome once again to our cousins, the brave Scions of Dorne!”
Randall raised his glass with a normal expression, while Soshyan raised his glass with a hint of embarrassment.
After Dante drank the contents of the glass, he also drank
some red wine.
The moment he entered, Soshiyang felt a flaming touch, like hot blood.
These aged wines are all made from fruits grown in the Bal Desert oasis plantations. Soshyan feels as if a trace of blood has been added to them for seasoning. The taste is very unique, mellow and intense, but not overpowering. .
Instead, there was a long aftertaste after he swallowed it.
Bar's fine wine is well-deserved.
After that, there was a relaxed communication session. Almost no one touched the exquisite food on the table, because they didn’t actually need to eat, especially those exquisite meals, but this was a symbolic gesture. .
Dante seems to be very interested in Soshyan and has been listening to the wars and battles he has experienced over the years, especially the battle with the Hurons. Of course, Soshyan also had to hide many details, which made his narrative sometimes appear inconsistent, but Dante did not point out those, but he fully affirmed Soshyan's boldness and carefulness.
According to Dante, when any commander encounters a strong enemy, he will instinctively choose to defend. Those who can make a desperate move to attack are either geniuses or madmen.
The Blood Angels have always pursued the tactical philosophy of 'preemptive strike' and 'offense is the best defense'. Dante even joked that Soshiyan's style looks more like them, and Not the Imperial Fists.
Of course, Soshyan could only smile awkwardly in return.
However, during the subsequent chat, Dante seemed to have been asking about the Suffering Alliance, or the Weeper, intentionally or unintentionally.
Soshiyan caught this, and he immediately realized that this legendary chapter leader seemed to have something unspeakable.
Before he could speak, Dante suddenly invited him to meet alone in another private cabin nearby.
Soshiyang didn’t think much and immediately accepted the invitation.
But when he entered the cabin, he discovered that it was a private library belonging to the Chapter Master.
The Lord Commander's personal library aboard the Vengeful Blade contains thousands of books, many of them unique, transcribed manually from long-broken data retrieval machines.
Of these priceless treasures, none compares to the Scrolls of Sanguinius - nineteen scrolls written by the Primarch himself, recording his innermost thoughts.
Their originals are stored in the Librarian's vault, protected by a stasis field from the erosion of time, and there are only five copies of these scrolls in the entire galaxy.
In his long life, Dante only came into contact with the original three times.
Now, a copy is taken out.
Dante is sitting at his desk. Although this copy shows no signs of being read, Dante has actually read Sanguinius's works countless times.
There was a chapter in this work that he read most often, his fingers moving over the scroll, the silky velvet gloves ensuring that the parchment scroll would not be stained by sweat.
Soshyan was right opposite him, sitting upright like a student in class, with seriousness and caution.
He didn’t know what Dante was going to say to him, but it must have extraordinary meaning.
"I am worried about what I see -"
Dante recounted the words on the scroll.
“My powers of foresight plague me with darkness, and I find no comfort in these visions. As I wrote before, our victory will only have tragic consequences, and yet even In this way, some visions are too dark. They fill me with despair and make it difficult for me to write down them. My father's dream is dead. There is no doubt that even the Emperor will be disappointed when he sees the endless war and suffering in the future. It's heartbreaking that he never hinted to us that he saw how dark the future would be, did he already know that? I have no reason to think that he didn't know about my gift of foreseeing the future - if it could ever be If you become a genius, it comes from him, and his power is so powerful that I can't imagine it. I ask myself again and again, did he know all this all along, did he foresee everything that was coming? Did he, like me, know nothing of this before? That the bright future I once saw has been burned down, replaced by another extremely rotten possibility. I curse you, Horus, even to the end. I won’t forgive you either.”
After reading this paragraph, Dante paused for a while. When he saw Soshyan's thoughtful expression, he continued:
"——I have written about these things countless times. , I still don’t know the answer to this question, so let me change the topic and I will write here about the dream I had last night, it brought me comfort when I couldn’t find it, so it deserves to be Record it.”
Dante unfolded the scroll to reveal the next page.
(End of this chapter)