nucmednet Chapter 329 It's impossible to leave work!
Chapter 329 It's impossible to leave work!
On Baal's shattered battlefield, the Imperial Guard moved like golden lightning bolts, darting between ruins and the remains of the Zerg. Ancient runes adorned their armor, and their halberds and power swords gleamed with a cold light. After hours of searching, they finally found Russell unconscious in a deep crater. His body was buried in rubble and mud, a faint golden psionic energy flickering around him, as if to tell everyone that he was still alive.
"He's still alive!" a Guardsman's voice came through the communicator to Guilliman.
Upon hearing this news, a relieved smile finally appeared on Killieman's face. His eyes held a hint of approval: "Russell... he certainly didn't disappoint me."
At Guilliman's behest, Russell was swiftly transported to a medical bay. The Empire's medical equipment and technology were put to maximum effect on him; although the golden psionic amulet had shattered, his body continued to slowly recover. Arya remained by his side, her psionic tendrils gently wrapped around Russell's wrist, attempting to provide him with more energy.
Meanwhile, Guilliman and Dante had an in-depth conversation in the command room of the fortress monastery. Inside, a holographic tactical map floated in the air, displaying the aftermath of the Baal campaign and the current state of the Empire. Guilliman's gaze was cold and profound, while Dante's face was etched with weariness and heaviness.
“Dante,” Guilliman’s voice was deep and powerful, “I have come not only to support Baal, but also with a new recruit of the Blood Angels. Their addition may help you rebuild the glory of the Blood Angels.”
Dante's body trembled violently, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Name... Yuan Zhu Xinbei?"
Guilliman nodded, a hint of gentleness in his eyes: "Yes. The Blood Angels are the pride of the Empire, and I deeply admire your sacrifices and perseverance. These new recruits have undergone rigorous training and genetic modification; they will inherit the will of Saint Gilles and continue to fight for the Empire."
Tears welled up in Dante's eyes again, and his voice trembled with emotion: "Lord Guilliman... I... I don't know how to thank you. The glory of the Blood Angels... has finally given us hope."
Guilliman gently patted Dante on the shoulder: "Dante, this is what you deserve. Your sacrifices and efforts bought time for the Empire."
Dante took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His gaze was firm: "Lord Guilliman, I will lead these new recruits to restore the glory of the Blood Angels. We will never fail your expectations."
Guilliman's eyes held approval: "Very good, Dante. I believe in your abilities."
However, Guilliman's next words completely stunned Dante.
"Dante, you have seen the state of the Empire since it was torn apart by the Great Rift. The dark side of the Empire cannot be left without someone to rule and govern it. I trust your loyalty and ability, and I feel most at ease entrusting this task to you."
Dante's body trembled violently, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief: "My lord...you...you mean...you want me to rule the dark side of the Empire?"
Guilliman nodded and said, “Yes, Dante. The Dark Side of the Empire needs a loyal and capable leader. You are the most suitable candidate.”
Dante's voice was filled with panic: "My lord, I... I'm afraid I'm not up to the task. I'm just a warrior, a chapter commander... to rule the dark side of the Empire... this... this is beyond my capabilities."
Guilliman's gaze softened slightly: "Dante, you underestimate yourself. Your resilience, wisdom, and loyalty are exactly what the dark side of the Empire needs. I believe you are capable of this task."
Dante's body trembled slightly, his gaze filled with complex emotions. He knew this was a tremendous responsibility, an unprecedented challenge. His heart was filled with hesitation and unease, but even more so with loyalty to the Empire.
“Lord Guilliman… I…” Dante’s voice trembled slightly. “I will do my best. But I need your guidance and support.”
Guilliman smiled slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes: "Of course, Dante. I will fully support you. The future of the Empire is in your hands."
Dante took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination: "For the Empire, for the Emperor, I will do everything in my power."
Guilliman nodded, his gaze sweeping over Dante with gentle trust in his eyes: "Dante, I'm leaving Russell to you. He's not only a powerful warrior, but also a young man with immense potential. His strength is vital to the Empire, but he needs a mentor like you to guide him on the right path."
A look of surprise and gratitude flashed in Dante's eyes. He looked at Guilliman, his voice tinged with excitement: "Lord Guilliman, thank you for your trust. I admire Russell very much; his courage and strength deeply impress me. I will do my best to teach him and make him a true pillar of the Empire."
Guilliman smiled slightly, his eyes filled with approval: "Very good, Dante. I believe that under your guidance, Russell will definitely grow into an outstanding warrior and leader."
Dante nodded, a hint of determination in his eyes: "Lord Guilliman, I will do my utmost to live up to your expectations."
Guilliman's gaze was profound: "Dante, everything here is entrusted to you. The reconstruction of Baal, the reorganization of the Blood Angels, the governance of the dark side of the Empire... these tasks all fall on your shoulders. I believe you will be able to handle them."
Dante's body trembled slightly, his gaze filled with complex emotions. He knew this was a tremendous responsibility, an unprecedented challenge. His heart was filled with hesitation and unease, but even more so with loyalty to the Empire.
“Lord Guilliman, I will do everything in my power,” Dante said, his voice choked with emotion. “For the Empire, for the Emperor, I will fight to the very last moment.”
Guilliman nodded, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes: "Very good, Dante. The future of the Empire's dark side is entrusted to you."
He turned and walked toward the exit of the command room, his steps firm and powerful. At the door, he stopped and looked back at Dante: "Dante, I still need to continue the Unyielding Expedition. The situation in the Empire remains dire, and we cannot afford to relax in the slightest."
Dante's eyes were full of respect: "Lord Guilliman, your expedition is the hope of the Empire. We will hold this place and await your return."
Guilliman smiled slightly, his eyes full of approval: "Very good, Dante."
Meanwhile, inside the medical pod, Russell's health gradually recovered.