In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 148: A Decree from the Silent King, Praise Sanguinius
Arx Angelicum, Hall of the Council of Blood.
A luxurious carpet was laid on the floor. It was said to have been woven by the Blood Angels themselves. Zeke simply couldn’t imagine what nearly three-meter-tall Space Marines weaving a carpet by hand would look like; it must have been a spectacular sight.
Almost all the surviving Blood Angels had gathered in this place: Chapter Masters, Company Captains, Chaplains, Masters of the Forge, Sanguinary Priests, and similar high-ranking officers.
Amidst the interlacing of toasts and the clinking of goblets, pure white Milk overflowed as Dante walked to the very front.
A massive rectangular wooden table draped in a red tablecloth spanned the entire hall, large enough to accommodate everyone.
The Blood Angels took their seats one by one. At the front, Zeke and Guilliman sat facing each other in the seats of honor.
Sunlight filtered through the stained glass of the Arx Angelicum, casting the seven colors of the rainbow—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—onto the long table.
The music from the pipe organ carried a powerful force, blowing the mechanical Cherubs and Servo-skulls—crafted from loyal blood thralls—flying in the air into lazy spins.
Blood thralls served plump grapes still beaded with condensation, a specialty fruit of Baal.
"To victory!" Behind Zeke, the clinking of two goblets sparked the Blood Angels’ conversation.
To combat the Tyranids, Dante had assembled all the successor Chapters of the Blood.
Now, after the end of the war, these Chapters would soon return to their own homeworlds to continue their unfinished duties. This was the Blood Angels’ final gathering.
Chapter Master Dante looked at everyone before him with a smile. Even though he had lived for 1,500 years, his body still couldn’t stop trembling at the thought of what was about to happen.
Sanguinius’s descendants had all returned home; only one person was missing.
"Alright, everyone,"
The hall fell quiet, save for the crackling of the fire. Seth, Mephiston, and all the Blood Angels turned their faces toward Dante, awaiting his words.
"I am here to announce some news." Dante didn’t beat around the bush. "The Primarch of the Ultramarines has brought Primaris Space Marines, capable of restoring the glory of the Blood Angels. We need this technology, they—"
Crash! A goblet was smashed onto the floor, its glass shards glinting in the firelight.
Turning toward the source of the sound, they saw a Flesh Tearer. His face was flushed bright red, and anger burned in his eyes.
"Let me tell you, I will never accept Primaris Space Marines, unless the Great Angel returns immediately!"
More people stood up, their voices rising one after another.
"We don’t need those outsiders."
"Dante, I respect you as Chapter Master, but that doesn’t mean you can unilaterally change the will of every Chapter."
The crowd was thoroughly agitated. Dante allowed those voices to drown him out; he offered no defense, no pacification.
"Since you say so, then let him tell you himself."
These words stunned everyone. They all stopped their actions, and a bizarre silence fell over the hall.
Very light footsteps echoed from the stairs behind Dante.
"Lord of Angels! Lord of Baal!" The mechanical Cherubs sang in a high-pitched chorus. "Sanguinius, Sanguinius, Sanguinius!"
Down the staircase made of platinum, lined with balustrades inlaid with over 100,000 bloodstones, a figure descended.
That face was identical to the countless statues in the Arx Angelicum, a face every Blood Angel had seen countless times in their dreams.
The hall was so quiet that one could hear the sound of the flames burning.
The Flesh Tearer Captain, who had just been roaring in anger, was now rooted to the spot as if nailed to the ground.
"Is it truly you?"
Sanguinius walked past the Flesh Tearer and brushed away a tear from his face.
As if struck by lightning, the Flesh Tearer trembled violently and fell to his knees.
Everyone present couldn’t believe it, but when they confirmed that the scene before them was no dream, they fell to their knees one after another with heavy thuds.
Among everyone present, only Zeke, Guilliman, and Dante remained standing.
"My sons."
Everyone fell silent, raising their heads to look at Sanguinius.
"Regarding the matter of the Primaris Space Marines, Dante has already explained the situation to me. I know what you are worried about," Sanguinius continued, his voice as gentle as ever.
"Worried that your bloodline will be polluted, worried that ten thousand years of tradition will be altered, worried that everything we have endured will be invalidated. I am here to tell you that the bloodline lies not in the body, but in the heart. Since the Battle of Baal, you have proven with your actions what it means to be a Blood Angel. Primaris Space Marines will not replace you. I promise you here and now: I will guide you as I always have, and I will fight by your side as I always have."
Sanguinius’s voice struck the heart of every person.
"Ten thousand years ago, I led you out of the red fogs of Baal. Ten thousand years later, I will lead you toward an even further future."
"Are you willing to walk with me?"
"We are willing!" The Blood Angels’ voices were deafening, nearly blowing the dome off the entire hall.
Everyone stood up simultaneously, raising their goblets high, and Sanguinius raised his own cup alongside them.
"Then, for the Blood Angels."
"For the Blood Angels!"
Look at that, just look at that. Zeke winked and made faces at Guilliman.
If the Emperor had half of Sanguinius’s emotional intelligence, His relationship with the Primarchs wouldn’t be so incredibly stiff.
A matter that had deeply troubled Dante was easily resolved by Sanguinius with just a slight gesture.
The matter of the Primaris Marines proceeded smoothly just like that. When Dante and Mephiston revealed that they had already undergone the Primaris surgery, many Blood Angels even began considering whether they should follow Dante’s example.
Sanguinius took his seat at the absolute head of the red table. As the Lord of Baal, he rightfully belonged in that position.
"My sons..." Sanguinius was in the middle of speaking.
Thin rays of light began to spin and gather in the exact center of the long table. The image unfurled automatically, manifesting a new shape.
The projector installed on the long table was originally meant to display the strategic map of the area around the Arx Angelicum. Dante clearly remembered...
...that for today’s banquet, he had already turned it off in advance.
An emerald glare, accompanied by an irritating screeching sound, grew increasingly intense.
Just as the sound reached its peak, it came to an abrupt halt, and a face emerged.
++To the Blood Angels, there is no need to panic. I am the Judicator Prime. You have cooperated with us before.++
It was a Necron face with a high, hunched spine. Almost incandescent light flickered in its eyes, and tiny arcs of energy danced before it.
Necrons! Why were the Necrons appearing here?!
