The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 2798: Son of Vengeance

“This—”

As Sotharion was about to speak, looking at Luvia Greta's attire, a sweet and sour fragrance suddenly invaded his nostrils, followed by a creamy, flowing substance slowly entering his mouth.

He looked down and saw Veronica holding a dish of cheese-like dessert, elegantly using a silver spoon with her slender fingers to gently slice off a small piece of cake, offering it to Sotharion with a teasing expression.

“So engrossed in the view?”

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“Ah, I was just, uh…”

Before he could finish speaking, the spoon was at his lips, and he could only swallow it in one gulp, the sweet and sour deliciousness blooming, spreading throughout his mouth, pleasing his body and mind.

“Just never seen anything like this…”

“Beautiful, isn't it?”

“Uh, yeah… pretty good.”

“I designed it.”

Sotharion thought Veronica was bored, so he nodded.

“Didn't realize you had a talent for fashion design, my lady, truly impressive.”

“Hmph, can't have everyone wearing armor all the time, plus the Ark's casual wear isn't very appealing.”

Suddenly, Sotharion lowered his head, gently brushing a strand of hair by Veronica's ear with his finger, and whispered:

“My lady, I'm sorry.”

Veronica blinked, put down the dish in her hand, and cupped his face with both hands.

“What's wrong?”

“As a husband, I should be by your side at this time. I want to do my best in every role, but I find that I don't seem to be doing any of them well.”

“I know better than anyone how hard you work running around. The consequence of pushing yourself too hard is that even a Primarch would collapse. Don't worry too much about me. I'm doing fine here, just occasionally a little… bored. I often miss the times when we adventured and fought together, you scoundrel, even making me drink recycled water.”

Looking at his wife's smiling face, Sotharion felt a warmth in his heart, embraced her, and murmured:

“How can I not worry? Sometimes I really wish a Primarch would stand up and tell me, 'Sotharion, all of this has nothing to do with you. You can go and do what you want to do…’”

Leaning on Sotharion, Veronica gently rubbed her face against his chest, then softly replied:

“You won't. You can't let go of those children, those children you raised with your own hands.”

Sotharion was silent for a moment, then said softly:

“They have grown up and will eventually decide their own future. Perhaps that will be when I can retire with honor.”

“Hmph, you're just saying one thing and meaning another. Oh, right, almost forgot something.”

Veronica put her arms around Sotharion's neck and whispered in his ear:

“The Tutor secretly sent me a message. He said the Son of Vengeance will awaken in the near future. You need to prepare early and not fall into the trap of the King of the Black Sun.”

“Hmm?”

Sotharion frowned.

“This isn't another nonsensical prophecy, is it? Son of Vengeance? King of the Black Sun? What are these things? I've never even heard of them.”

“Well, I'm also half a prophet, although… somewhat rusty, but don't underestimate the Tutor's abilities.”

“You still believe him?”

“It's not about believing, but knowing that no matter what his purpose, there must be a reason for this statement. After doing some divination, I speculate that the one related to you must be a Primarch. The Tutor mentioned the word 'awaken,' which means he is currently in a state of slumber.”

“Hmm? Primarch, slumber…”

Suddenly, an identifier popped into his mind, causing Sotharion's brow to furrow even more.

“Could it be the Thirteenth Primarch, Roboute Guilliman?”

Veronica reached out her hand.

“Look, the Imperial Primarchs we've seen so far are the Khan, Corax, and Leman Russ, and the ones confirmed dead are Sanguinius and Ferrus Manus. That leaves Vulkan, Guilliman, Dorn, and Lion El'Jonson. Of those four, Lion is likely in a state of unknown life or death, you said that, right? Vulkan and Dorn are purely missing, so the one definitely in slumber is Guilliman.”

“Then who is the King of the Black Sun?”

“Silly, have you forgotten the symbol of the Death Guard?”

“But I can't connect the two at all… Logically speaking, Guilliman should have been placed in a stasis field after being seriously injured by Fulgrim, essentially making him a living dead man. How could he awaken? Could it be…”

He looked down at his wife's delicate face.

“Related to you? Can you heal him?”

Veronica made a thinking expression, pursing her lips slightly.

“Well, I can't say for sure, because I haven't met him and don't know the extent of his injuries, but the Imperium hasn't been able to wake him for ten thousand years, so the injury must be extraordinary… The main point now is, do you want to see Guilliman wake up?”

“Do I want to… it doesn't really have much impact, does it?”

“Of course it does. Look, those few Primarchs are clearly alive and kicking, but they just don't show up, which means either there is a force restraining them, or they know they can't clean up the mess the Imperium is in. And that Guilliman, if I remember correctly, is a Primarch known for his internal affairs, right? If he wakes up, he will definitely take over the Imperium immediately.”

Sotharion fell into deep thought, and after a long while, he whispered:

“If he can make the Imperium better… then I have nothing to say. It's not unreasonable to hand over everything belonging to the Imperium to him. Maybe that's the best outcome.”

“Sotharion, but think about it, why are Macaroth and his group so obsessed with a dead Primarch when there is a Primarch who can be awakened?”

“The situation is too complicated to explain in a few words, but now that you mention it, I really think Guilliman might be awakened. I just don't know what the trigger is. Could it really be you, my lady?”

“If it were me, the Tutor would have reminded me. Knowing his personality, I don't think it is.”

“Well, let's wait and see. Macragge is so far away, I have no interest in going to the Ultramarines to stir up trouble.”

“It seems you really don't like the Ultramarines?”

“It's not about liking or disliking, it's just that there's no need and I'm too lazy to have contact. It's best if everyone minds their own business.”

After speaking, Sotharion reached out and picked up the wine glass that had been refilled, and drank it in one gulp.

After staying in the royal court for nearly a week, Sotharion returned to Nason IV. Fortunately, no one had any doubts about his disappearance during this time. Then he continued to deal with the remaining matters of Ustad.

However, when he went to Nason VI to check on the new colony, the outpost on the edge of the star system suddenly sent out an emergency signal. An unfamiliar fleet suddenly emerged from the nearest warp node and rushed straight towards the Nason system. Subsequently, under the operation of a series of warning mechanisms, all the defense facilities of the Nason system were activated, and Sotharion returned to the star system headquarters of Nason IV as soon as possible to understand the situation.

According to the identification signal returned by the other party, this unfamiliar fleet belonged to a Chapter.

And this Chapter was not unfamiliar to Sotharion, it was the Mantis Warriors.