In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 143: Resurrecting Sanguinius! (1)

"Even if my life ends here, I am already completely satisfied." Dante lowered his head, knelt on one knee, and made the sign of the Aquila across his chest. "I could not possibly witness a glory greater than this."

Resting here was the corpse of a son of the Emperor.

He was the Great Angel and the Lord of Blood, Master of the IX Legion, the Primarch among Primarchs, the most noble Sanguinius.

When Dante rose again, Mephiston glanced at the Emperor’s Sword at Guilliman’s waist, and then at Zeke’s armor.

"This is a place of reverence, yet we have brought blades into here, shattering its solemnity."

Mephiston was venting the dissatisfaction in his heart. Bringing outsiders into the crypt—what a scandal.

"Mephiston, silence!" Dante did not let Mephiston continue speaking.

This Space Marine, a master of both psionics and martial prowess, possessed terrifying psychic and close-combat abilities. Even Dante sometimes couldn’t keep him in check.

Zeke raised his head. The Golden Sarcophagus was suspended in the air. Given his height, he couldn’t quite see clearly inside.

Zeke took a step forward, wanting to get a bit closer, but Dante stopped him.

"If you wish to admire the Primarch, this distance is sufficient."

Zeke turned his head to look at Guilliman, shooting him a puzzled expression. Didn’t you tell them about the resurrection?

Guilliman looked at Zeke and gave a helpless gesture. It’s not like you don’t know how sensitive the word "resurrection" is in Warhammer. If I had said it, we wouldn’t have even been allowed into the Great Tomb.

True enough. After all, there were precedents.

Guilliman readied himself, gripped the Emperor’s Sword, and stepped in front of Zeke.

"Leave the explaining here to me." Guilliman jerked his chin towards Zeke. "You hurry up and go."

"Then you’d better be careful." Zeke looked at the gradually crazed expressions forming in the eyes of Mephiston and Dante.

Humans are ultimately emotional creatures. At a time like this, trying to reason with them is probably going to be tough. Zeke walked step by step towards the Golden Sarcophagus.

"What is the meaning of this?" Sensing something was wrong, Dante tried to chase after Zeke.

Guilliman blocked his path. To pass this road, you must go through me first.

Guilliman didn’t think he could persuade Dante, but he still gave it a try. "Zeke wants to save your Primarch."

This sentence ignited Dante’s powder keg. "Save? The fate of the last one who was ’saved’ wasn’t obvious enough?"

"I was saved by him. Is that reason still not enough?!" Guilliman shouted sternly. He saw Dante’s reason sliding toward the edge of a cliff.

Dante’s face revealed an expression of unparalleled agony. "Why force me to make this choice? I don’t know who is right either!"

"If Zeke successfully saves the Primarch, but I stop you, then I am a sinner for all eternity, a sinner who snuffed out hope."

"If Zeke fails to save the Primarch, and I don’t stop you, I am still a sinner for all eternity, a sinner who let despair in."

"Tell me, how on earth am I supposed to choose?!"

Compassion washed over Guilliman’s face. How could he not have thought the exact same way? "Trust Zeke. Trust him."

Guilliman held the Emperor’s Sword horizontally before his eyes. "Until then, Dante, vent your anger upon me, if it will make you feel any better."

Dante brandished his weapon and attacked Guilliman. "Knock me out," he whispered.

Mephiston was surrounded by surging, turbulent psychic energy.

He heard the helpless hesitation of Chapter Master Dante. His own choice was simple: he only trusted himself, not some outsider.

"Stop!" An ethereal voice rang out in Mephiston’s mind, halting his impending attack.

–

While Guilliman was blocking the two, Zeke stepped up to the Golden Sarcophagus. Through a layer of liquid gold, Zeke clearly saw Sanguinius’s face.

Cracks streaked across Sanguinius’s face, making him look like a reassembled porcelain doll.

Even so, it was hard to conceal the Angel’s incredibly handsome face—second only to the Emperor Himself, a face so handsome it would make Fulgrim cry rivers of tears.

He reached his hand into the suspended golden liquid. Before the resurrection, there was still one important matter to attend to.

Zeke sneaked a couple of glances backwards. Excellent, no one is paying attention to me.

His little hand reached toward Sanguinius’s wings. The feathers of Sanguinius that Zeke touched vanished, collected into his backpack.

With the backpack’s trait of automatically absorbing dropped items, Zeke only needed to pretend to stroke the feathers to covertly stow them into his bag.

[Feather of Sanguinius] x1280

Did I... touch it that many times just now?

Zeke took a look at Sanguinius’s wings.

However plump those wings used to be, they were equally shabby now. The gaps left by the missing feathers looked as if they had been chewed on by something, patchy and sparse here and there.

Stay calm, it’s not a big problem. I’ll just say the remains were stored for too long and started molting.

"Zeke, are you done yet?"

Zeke looked back to see Guilliman steadily losing ground. Guilliman didn’t want to hurt Dante, so he had been constantly defending and retreating.

Dante, on the other hand, put all his mind into attacking, refusing to think about the Primarch, which resulted in his unusually fierce offensive.

Almost, almost. Zeke also felt a surge of tension in his heart. He pulled out an Enchanted Golden Apple, shoved it into the suspended golden liquid, and brought it to Sanguinius’s lips.

Zeke jammed the golden apple against Sanguinius’s mouth. Sanguinius’s mouth shifted askew and directly cracked open.

This crack triggered a chain reaction.

Sanguinius’s arms and legs all began to fracture, flying apart in the liquid gold like snooker balls clattering about.

A chill ran down Zeke’s spine. Two gazes behind him wished nothing more than to chop him into minced meat.

"Ahhh! What have you done?!" Dante’s eyes were bloodshot, panting heavily.

Guilliman looked back and was also scared half to death.

Mephiston’s blood surged even more. If he weren’t a Space Marine, the sight before him probably would have given him a direct heart attack.

The psychic energy overflowing from his body exploded. The commotion was so massive that the entire underground tomb shuddered three times.

"That commotion is coming from the Great Tomb. What happened?"

The Blood Angels who were talking and laughing on the surface noticed the source of the tremor, and their smiles instantly vanished.

The Great Tomb was the resting place of heroes and the Primarch; it should remain perfectly quiet at all times.

One took the lead and ran towards it, and the rest of the Blood Angels all followed.

Commander Dante and the others had gone to that exact place today!

Captain Sicarius of the Ultramarines 2nd Company watched the Blood Angels swarming toward the tomb. He hesitated for a moment, then led the 2nd Company to follow them.

Zeke looked at the corpse fragments floating in the liquid gold. Although he was good at assembling building blocks, human body blocks didn’t fall into that category. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Sigh." A sigh echoed in his mind. "Leave it to me."

Psychic power lifted Sanguinius’s remains, gathered them together, and in just a moment, pieced Sanguinius back together again.