88: Chapter 88: Supplement to the Original Space Marines, Seth's Doubts.

Dante pushed open the door with trepidation, witnessing a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

He saw a figure in blue power armor standing with his back to him, tall as a giant. Even though Dante had prepared himself mentally, he could not help but feel a jolt in his heart and instinctively knelt on one knee.

"Dante, stand up. You are one of the few beings in this era capable of conversing with me as an equal."

At this moment, the player lobby was suddenly like a cannonball crashing into a calm pool of water.

"Rejoice! The Lord of the 13th Legion, the Emperor of the 500 Worlds of Ultramar and the Second Empire, has returned."

"Brother, saying it like that, why does it feel so strange?"

"That is Roboute Guilliman. His power armor feels much more advanced than Dante's."

"Isn't that obvious? The boss's gear is definitely more advanced than what the underlings wear."

Hearing this, a wave of sorrow surged in Dante's heart. He repeatedly expressed his remorse to Guilliman for his failures.

At this moment, Guilliman interrupted Dante's lamentations and spoke to him in a gentle tone.

"Dante, you are a great warrior. You and your warriors successfully intercepted the Tyranids in the Baal System, sparing tens of billions of souls in the Imperium from devastation."

Dante continued to express regret over his actions. Guilliman did not stop him, listening quietly. He understood that this old warrior, who had lived for 1,500 years, needed to vent his emotions at this moment because the Imperium still needed him.

It was not until Dante fainted from excessive repentance that the Regent allowed the Apothecary to carry this venerable old warrior away for treatment.

It is unknown how much time had passed, but when Dante awoke, he heard that the Regent had already departed to continue the Indomitus Crusade.

Meanwhile, Guilliman had brought Dante new Space Marines, the Primaris Space Marines, upgraded and modified by Archmagos Belisarius Cawl of the Cult Mechanicus, an Archmagos Dominus.

"That old geezer is actually quite clever."

However, this move sparked widespread dissatisfaction among the Blood Angels, with the most intense reaction coming from the Flesh Tearers Chapter Master, Seth.

"These people are nothing more than Ultramarines wearing power armor of the same color as ours. Guilliman just wants the Ultramarines to replace other Chapters."

"Seth, calm down. It hasn't reached the extent you're describing."

"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down? We just went through a massive war. Guilliman arrived right after, knowing we were weakened from the war and intending to take advantage of the situation."

Facing Gabriel Seth's opposition, Dante suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. But if he did not accept this new blood, he would be unable to face the various challenges in the galaxy to come.

"Sigh, Dante has truly worked hard and served diligently for 1,500 years."

"Indeed. He probably thought he could finally be relieved of his duties after this battle. Who would have expected his father to drag him right back into it."

Amidst this stalemate, a turning point soon arrived. When Chief Sanguinary Priest Corbulo led the Primaris Space Marines in a raid on a fortress occupied by a Chaos warband, the immense psychological pressure of the battle overwhelmed the new recruits, causing them to succumb to the Red Thirst and the Black Rage. They violently tore the Chaos warband guarding the fortress to shreds.