Chapter 576 The Root of All Evil
My name is Sanguinius, an ordinary Primarch. Although I have a pair of wings on my back, I do not consider myself an angel in mythology. After all, angels are not as despicable as I am.

Among all the brothers, only Fulgrim can understand me. Although his pursuit of perfection is unpleasant, compared with other brothers, we have a common language as we are also troubled by the problem of internal mutation in the legion.

Moreover, Fulgrim and I both hated Curze, that hypocritical man. Especially since everyone would compare the Blood Angels with the Night Lords, I really disliked it, so much so that when I saw Corax, who looked like Curze, I felt genuine disgust.

I have never thought of betrayal. The ability to see the future clearly does not mean foreknowledge, but it only makes me feel indescribable fear, especially the black hole of nothingness that appears in the prophecy, which tortures my spirit like a monster.

The indescribable complex thoughts gradually caused my sanity to collapse. I couldn't understand why this monster would cling to me, especially the sentence "I'm not wrong!" It has been tormenting me ever since I opened my eyes in Baal. How narcissistic is this consciousness that can repeat this sentence for hundreds of years?

Baal is my home planet. Although it has suffered serious nuclear pollution, I have not given up. I have gathered people and started an army to make peace in this world.

However, one person's power is limited. Even if I can kill my way through the front lines, war is not a one-person matter. Faced with ferocious mutant creatures and crazy and barbaric warlords, my comrades left me one by one.

I gradually stopped feeling sad for my dead comrades. In order to achieve victory, necessary sacrifices must be made. Only when I am alone will I think of those companions who were tortured by radiation and became unrecognizable, but chose to join me in the rebellion.

In order to maximize efficiency, I developed a simple armor that can protect against radiation. With the help of this protective clothing, we achieved a complete victory for the first time, and I also learned to make use of the strange thoughts in my mind.

Although he was annoyed by the voice that talked to itself, Sanguinius admitted that without this voice, he would not have been able to create the chemical energy live ammunition weapon called AK 470 and the hot melt axe which was strange but very useful in this dead world with nothing.

Through careful analysis, Sanguinius discovered that the voice that had been tormenting him was not completely useless. It always brought him some special fun and magical knowledge that could help the rebels fight.

"A real man drives a Zaku!"

"Fuck, our Alicia's master is the master, the treasures of heaven and earth belong to those who are virtuous, everything belongs to me!"

"Ah, this unparalleled power, I am the embodiment of power, I am invincible!"

"Damn you, you can't hit me, Dad, I was wrong, please stop hitting me."

Listening to these stupid voices, Saint Jerome broke through the sadness caused by the departure of his companion and regarded it as an alternative friend. However, due to limited resources, he could not create a giant weapon called Zaku based on this knowledge.

He could only pick and choose, and based on the existing materials, make some copycat and inferior equipment to arm his rebel army.

After eight years, the army finally captured the main star of Baal. The originally mighty rebels suffered heavy casualties, but victory was at hand, and everyone thought it was worth it.

Looking at the giant bunker in the wasteland, Sanguinius knew that he was dreaming, a nightmare of infinite reincarnation, and he was just a bystander, watching himself fall into the abyss step by step.

One minute and 27 seconds later, the fortress gate opened, and the rebels' belief in victory was shattered, because two knight mechas equipped with plasma melta cannons walked out from behind the gate, and the divine machine slowly rose in the fortress.

Looking at the phantom of the rebels being slaughtered by the Titans in the distance, looking at his past self going mad due to grief and anger, looking at himself covered in blood, rushing towards the invincible divine machine, Sanguinius knew what was going to happen next.

As expected, as everyone died, a golden light descended from the sky, and the Emperor came, like a god, in front of his son who had lost everything and was about to be trampled to death by the Titans.

With just a wave of his hand, the giant Titan that massacred all the rebels was instantly solved by the Emperor's powerful psychic power. The giant warship that covered the sky also made Sanguinius smile bitterly: "You are too late, my father named the Emperor."

Opening their lips and looking at the golden-armored figure in the distance, Sanguinius and the Emperor uttered the same words:
"Because I am the Lord of mankind, come with me. In order to revive mankind, necessary sacrifices cannot be avoided."

As the words fell, the illusion that had been experienced countless times was shattered, and he came to the Red Tear, to the iron cage that had caused Sanguinius great distress and countless pains.

"Father, please kill me. I don't want to be a monster!"

"No, there must be a way. I can't just watch you die. Every legion has hidden dangers. Why should we be the only ones to become monsters? I don't agree, I don't agree!"

Looking at the Blood Angel offspring who had committed suicide in his arms and was no longer in human form, Sanguinius felt numb. He had forgotten how many offspring had died in his arms. The Emperor who had promised him to heal the legion had not given any news so far, and only ordered them to continue the Great Crusade.

Disheartened, Sanguinius chose to disobey orders and no longer carry out the damn Great Crusade. If all his descendants died, the Blood Angels would be in name only, and he didn't want to experience the pain of loss again.

The illusion was shattered once again. Faced with the Emperor's repeated warnings, Sanguinius had no choice but to send the Space Marines who had reached the critical point to the front lines, to end their painful lives in destruction and to fulfill the Emperor's damn ideals.

As for himself, through that voice, he sought the path of salvation to resolve the mutation of his flesh and blood. He fell into the abyss of madness after repeated failures, and his actions became more and more chaotic, thus creating the notoriety of the Scarlet Angel.

Looking at himself in the laboratory, looking slovenly and conducting meaningless experiments like a madman, Sanguinius knew that he would soon go truly crazy.

With the sound of footsteps, his good friend Fulgrim arrived at the Red Tear and showed his results of reversing the Legion's mutation with the blessing of Chaos.

Seeing this scene again, Sanguinius did not have any resentment towards Fulgrim, because he knew that his brother was no longer himself, and like him, he was an abandoned pawn.

And during that demon-raising ceremony, the real disaster came in an instant.

The voice he had gotten used to began to howl in pain, as if being humiliated. As a strange figure emerged, Sanguinius felt the same pain and came face to face with the powerful corruption called Slaanesh, eventually falling into complete madness.

But when Sanguinius thought that a new reincarnation was about to begin, things took a turn for the better. The voice did not begin to wail in pain, but instead shouted wildly:

"Hahaha, you little bitch, now it's Uncle Hogg's turn, eat my salted fish and stab your teeth! I am the most powerful and ultimate macho man in the entire galaxy."

Along with that unspeakable strange sound, the image of a white-haired dwarf formed in front of him and bumped into him as if he had been punched.

Suddenly waking up, looking at the cold laboratory around him that was different from the illusion, and the white-haired dwarf with a big bump on his head pressing on him, Sanguinius hugged Hogg tightly. He knew that he had found the way to salvation.

"No, where are my wings?"

(One more, to eat some rice)
(End of this chapter)