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I can feel the drop pod shaking. Turning my head, I see my brothers next to me, all of them are veterans of the crusade and heresy that ended several years ago, each of them I can and trusted my life as and they trusted their lives to me, one of me is disturbed by the battle ahead of us, the premonition never let me down.
We soon landed, captain- told me Izas, the youngest among us, he was born on Baal and became an apotecary in our company, unfortunately he gave the "mercy of the Emperor" more often than we both wanted.
Great, I hope I should not remind you of our mission? - I ask everyone but my eyes stop at the most impatient among us.
Yes-yes-yes we are disembarking, we are exploring the outpost that left the alpha legion and in the event of an attack we keep the defense there - says Sergeant Aldes, behind the external aggression there is sincerely anxiety, which is shared by our entire detachment, learned the hard way from the battle with hydra each begins to become slightly paranoid and aggressive.
Drop pod shook for the last time and my squad began to inspect the area, the feeling of anxiety was growing.
Quiet, too quiet, if the space marines are not in ambush, they constantly make noise and make very loud noise - said Hortash, the most secretive and quiet among us, by general connection.
I know this, Hortash, so listen to me, we must - without having time to give the order, I pull out my plasma pistol and start shooting at the astartes traitors who would seem to materialize right in front of us
My squad opened fire, realizing that they just didn't kill us, the traitors hid behind shelters and began to shoot back.
Goldes! In the name of the golden throne! Go and destroy the barricade slack from us - I shout to my brother to use plasma weapons
I understood you, Sir- Galdes took aim and shot at the shelter of heretics, vaporizing them as if they were not there.
After the last heretics of plasma and bolter fire fell, a new alpha legion detachment ran to our positions, but unlike the previous ones, these looked terrible, a lot of mutations distorted the once noble warriors, making them a grotesque parody of themselves, led by a sorcerer whose sorcerer could be distinguished from his brothers by the smell of ozone and a sharp drop in temperature.
Realizing that mutants would come faster than we could regroup and re-open fire, I gave the order again.
Go brothers! Into close combat! I will kill the sorcerer! - I shouted, the brothers took out their chain swords, but I used the power sword - a personal gift from the Great Angel.
I met a sorcerer, the air sparkled with his mental energy, he was equipped with the same mk3 armor as me, which meant two things to me:
I have to strike faster than he, otherwise if he focuses on me then most likely death will come to me instantly.
His armor protects him well, but it is noticeably heavier than subsequent versions, and given his mutations and the battle that broke out next to us, I have a few seconds.
I don't need more
The sorcerer turned around and saw me, even through his helmet I feel his disgusting gaze, which is why my anger becomes even stronger.
I hit the first, cutting off the sorcerer his mutated left hand, he screamed, because of the vox bars, his cry was more like something in between the grinding of metal and animal howls, but I continued, we need to finish off this abomination, how she at least realizes something else!
The stunned sorcerer received another blow, now into the breast part of the armor, the power sword passed through like a knife through oil and bright, almost pink blood flowed.
My mouth was filled with saliva, my fangs stretched out like a spider ready to inject poison, but I should not be distracted by thirst, now there is a battle and my duty to help the brothers.
After my last hit, the sorcerer fell with a loud clang of armor, I didn't have time to check if he had actually died.
I run to the brothers. running up to one of the mutants grabbing him by the armour collar my sword enters his throat, even through the armour filter the smell of burnt flesh and bones hits me in the nostrils
But I don't care about the smell anymore, now I care about the other thing.
Izas had just received a blow from a heretic with a giant hand and his head scattered like a ripe berry.
For Sanguinius! Death to traitors! - my cry caught the attention of that abomination that had just wounded Izas and she ran at me.
Due to the abnormal speed that the traitor developed, he could not dodge in time and my blade cut off the hand and part of the creature's head.
When there was more than one creature next to me, I drew attention to a new source of noise, the one that I thought was destroyed.
The sorcerer is alive, or rather barely alive judging by how his hands shake.
The last thing I see is a bright flash and a set of flowers.
Warp, I'm in... I..... In warp, this is the worst thing that could happen, the myriad of stories about the appalling demise of those whose Geller pitches turned off did not bode well. But I remember the stories of bibliaries, I remember that the most important thing in warp is not to "fawn" with emotions or at least not too much afraid. Before I did not understand the meaning of the words of the brothers, now I know the reason for their advice, the feeling that someone "sniff out" me did not leave me.
At first, there was nothing, only the darkness deoarinating after that outbreak that blinded me.
And then the bright light blinded me and I felt what I felt when I was long ago.
Happiness and tranquility overwhelmed me for HE appeared in front of me.
Sanguinius.
My Lord! You are alive! I am so glad to see you! - I did not have time to continue as I saw my father's raised hand in a mute request to stop.
My son, Izuku, I am both glad to see you and me this is disturbing - the Great Angel did not smile as often it was when talking to his sons, instead his face was synonymous with the word sadness.
Why? - I ask my father, I am hurt by his words in which there is a hint that he did not want to see me, at least now.
Because we are in a warpa, which means that there is only one way out of here - my primarch tells me, still not understanding and it looks like reading from the language of my body, the primarch continued to explain.
You see... When you told me about how to teleport to Terra as a child due to an accident with a quirk of one of the criminals, I conducted a study so that in the current situation you could return back to the material world, and not languish here for eternity - Sanguine finished his explanation and I was very alarmed by this, very rarely when it was possible To see like that... Resigned to fate, only twice I saw him like this: at the Edict of Nicaea and before the battle with Horus.
What do you mean, my lord? - even in my voice there was a misunderstanding along with a little despair.
Your world to Izuku... It is in another dimension and another parallel line, which means that only there I can return you, in addition, there and in our dimension flows in different ways, and this means that you may well be not where it is safe or this place will generally be suitable for life - when the Great Angel finished talking to me, all the pathology of my situation reached me.
Is there another way? - I hope for at least some answer, even the most incredible or idiotic.
No, this is the only way you can get out of here and don't even dare think about staying here! May I not want to risk yours or the life of any of your brothers, death is even the most painful better than existence in warp - after these words, I finally pay attention to how tired Angel looks, his wings were lowered, hair and armor were in dried blood, and his eyes once like gems faded into faded glass
Then what should I do?! Maybe when I move humanity destroys itself! Or they died under the oppression of the system that was when I grew up there! - my nerves passed and I shouted, the death of my brother and annoyance from the current situation still caught up with me, even my father's aura could not completely drown out the pain of loss, but after a second I came to me realization that I had just done.
My Primarch, I apologize! I am not a father interrupting me in the middle of my apology.
Live, become a hero, lead humanity to a better future, you can even start a family if you wish - my father smiled at me.
Lead people along?- in perplexity , I ask my father again
Yes, you can lead, you can even found the Imperium Secundus yourself if you see fit - it seemed that my father remembered those turbulent days and experienced them again
Then, yes, I am ready for this burden - I speak more confidently than ever, if my father says that I am ready, it means that he really believes in me
You have always been ready for it, you just doubt yourself, because there is no egocentricity in you... Unlike my brother Horus -Sanguinius frowned again, recalling the days of both the great crusade and the days of heresy
Lead me, my primarch! I will follow you- I watch as Sanguinius spreads his wings and a portal of golden fire opens in front of me
Go and remember, I love you and each of my sons, even if they turned away from me or hate me- Sanguinius looks into my eyes for the last time, tears come from his eyes, we both understand that we will never meet again.
I took a step into the portal and found myself back where I came from