In Warhammer, My System is Minecraft-Chapter 144: Resurrecting Sanguinius! (2) (Bonus)

Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Resurrecting Sanguinius! (2) (Bonus)

This is the bonus Chapter for reaching 1000 Powerstones.

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"May I ask who you are, sir?"

"The Sanguinor."

There is little difference between Sanguinor and Sanguinius, which also indicates their extraordinary relationship.

If Sanguinius is the Great Angel, then the Sanguinor is the Little Angel.

He generally acts as Sanguinius’s herald, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, and occasionally lending a hand to the Blood Angels to protect Sanguinius’s sons.

"You had best act quickly. Mephiston’s fury can scarcely be contained any longer."

So that’s why that old man has been holding back his psychic energy and not releasing it. It was you stopping him.

Zeke directly pulled out his pickaxe and smashed the base of the Golden Sarcophagus.

Losing the effect of the stasis field, the liquid gold gushed from the shattered base, spreading out across the floor like golden streams in all directions.

Sanguinius’s true body was revealed.

Zeke had learned his lesson this time. He first pulled out a Splash Potion of Regeneration and threw it onto Sanguinius.

The potion bottle shattered on Sanguinius’s body, drenching him in its effects.

The horrifying wounds inflicted by Horus vanished. The fissures began to close, and the shattered skin and muscles reconnected.

Finally, the last crack disappeared as well.

Sanguinius finally became a complete, intact whole.

Only then did Zeke take out an Enchanted Golden Apple, squat down, and stuff it into Sanguinius’s mouth.

Actually, the effect of the Regeneration potion was already enough, but one still needs a sense of ritual.

As the golden apple entered his mouth, Sanguinius’s appearance rapidly ascended. His withered skin regained its vitality, and his flowing blonde hair lifted elegantly.

His visage returned to its peak—unbelievably handsome, perfect as a god.

"See? What did I tell you? It’s fine." Zeke wiped the sweat from his forehead.

There was a tiny little problem during the process, but as long as the result is good, it’s fine.

Dante stopped his attacks. Looking at the restored Sanguinius, he was speechless; only streams of tears flowed down his face.

Zeke didn’t hesitate either. He pulled out a Totem of Undying, shoved it into Sanguinius’s hand, picked up his chainsword, and hacked right at Sanguinius’s body.

"MotherF*cker!" Dante pointed his finger at Zeke, cursing loudly, while Guilliman desperately held him back.

Seeing that there was no effect even after using the Totem of Undying. Zeke resorted to Plan B. He pulled Sanguinius’s hand to touch the Respawn Anchor.

"No good, it won’t even bind. It seems you need self-awareness to perform the action of binding to a Respawn Anchor."

Since the Respawn Anchor was useless, Zeke brought out his final trump card: Death’s Scythe.

"It’s all up to you." Zeke raised Death’s Scythe high and swung it towards Sanguinius’s remains.

If this didn’t work either, Zeke would have no choice but to unleash his ultimate move.

The scythe’s blade stopped in mid-air. When it was still some distance from Sanguinius’s remains, it met with powerful resistance.

The rules of the real universe were wailing, refusing to allow Death’s Scythe to fall.

Zeke couldn’t care less about that. He increased his strength, put his other hand on the handle, and pressed down with all his might.

The blade trembled, emitting a low hum. Accompanied by a tearing sound, it pressed down inch by inch.

Death’s Scythe slashed down. Where the blade passed, it carved out a rift. The rift was incomparably deep, containing only dark nothingness.

Zeke poked his head to look into the rift. A blurry shape of a starship gradually emerged.

Oh, isn’t this the ship of our old acquaintance Abaddon? The Vengeful Spirit?

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Aboard the Vengeful Spirit.

Abaddon, still brooding over his defeat in the Cadia war, was piloting his Vengeful Spirit towards his newly assigned target.

"That human named Zeke... One day, I will return this humiliation to him twofold."

Abaddon began his fantasies again. Fantasizing about killing Zeke with his own hands one day, fantasizing about becoming someone even stronger and more perfect than Horus.

Rumble... The ship shook violently.

"My ship!" Along with Abaddon’s furious roar, a crystal statue in a corner of the Vengeful Spirit exploded, blasting a hole right through Abaddon’s hull.

A speck of light drifted out from the crystal statue and flew away, leaving behind only Abaddon’s impotent, furious roaring.

Return, O Soul! Death’s Scythe let out a whisper, guiding the souls in the direction to return.

Zeke saw the speck of light that escaped the Vengeful Spirit flying towards the rift cleaved by Death’s Scythe, pouring out.

It was warm, soft, and holy, carrying an indescribable compassion and tender affection.

JEI displayed the name of this speck of light: [Soul Fragment of Sanguinius].

The soul fragment circled the Great Tomb, found its bearings, and plunged headfirst into Sanguinius’s remains.

Death’s Scythe was gathering Sanguinius’s soul to resurrect the Great Angel.

Zeke remembered an interesting quirk of the Vengeful Spirit.

Those who died on the Vengeful Spirit would leave behind an echo of their death within the battleship—crystal statues. These statues would absorb a portion of the deceased’s soul.

The statue of Sanguinius was one of them.

Not only that, it was the "star product" on the ship. Anyone could touch the crystal statue to experience the agony of Sanguinius’s death, an activity these Warp-crazed lunatics never tired of.

The scene within the rift shifted, transitioning to the location of the next soul fragment of Sanguinius.

The Emperor’s Palace on Terra.

The Emperor was deep in thought on His Golden Throne, as an orb of light floated up from His body.

"Go, Sanguinius," the Emperor looked at the orb of light and said softly.

The Emperor actually hoarded a soul fragment of Sanguinius? Zeke clicked his tongue in wonder. Why didn’t He try to resurrect Sanguinius Himself?

Such scenes were playing out in many places.

Khorne sat upon the Brass Throne.

"How dare you!"

He roared and swiped at the speck of light that was Sanguinius’s soul. Though His power was enough to crush stars, an even stronger, higher-order power blocked His grasp. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

In Tzeentch’s Crystal Labyrinth, every corridor was constantly shifting. It was known as an absolute domain from which no one could escape.

The soul light speck couldn’t care less about any of that. It flew straight out of the Crystal Labyrinth, leaving behind the bird-beak who kept muttering, "Everything is going according to plan."

Sanguinius’s soul fragments were exceedingly rare and precious collections. Countless mighty beings tried to stop the specks of light from escaping but failed.

More soul fragments poured out from the rift. One after another, they surged endlessly into Sanguinius’s remains.

With every soul fragment that entered, the slumbering body would tremble slightly.

With every orb of light that entered, those tightly shut eyelids would twitch gently.

Sanguinius’s body began to glow. Light poured out from within him, turning him into a glowing golden figure, illuminating the entire underground crypt.

The light grew stronger and brighter until it was blinding. Zeke took a step back.

In the center of the light, Sanguinius’s body levitated. Every single feather was glowing, every single feather was quivering.

Every single feather was whispering the same word—Return.

The return of the Primarch.

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