Warhammer 40k, but I’m really not an angelic father!

This type of distortion machine was once very rare, but as the war in the real universe continues to intensify, Soul Grinders appear more and more frequently in the real universe.

The demonic tide was still beating against the walls of the imperial palace like a tsunami. Soul Grinders, demon army vanguards, and even hell beasts had gradually appeared on the battlefield.

"We can't go on like this. If we keep delaying, the palace walls will be breached sooner or later. We must leave the city to meet the enemy!"

Koken's voice continued to be transmitted over the palace walls, but was soon drowned out by the even louder explosion.

The combat forces currently stationed on the palace walls are simply not enough to contain the demonic offensive. Even if the soldiers of the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Fists are defending, it is still not enough.

Just as Sandales was considering whether to lead his team to jump directly into the battlefield below, the psychic communication from the Glory of Macragge suddenly connected with his thoughts.

He did not allow Thorpe to accompany him to Terra, but instead asked the powerful psychic think tank to stay on Macragge's Glory.

"Father, we have reached Terra's high orbit. Should we release the drop pod now?"

Transport vessels from the Blood Angels Legion remained in orbit high above the Imperial Palace, while the Ultramarines' expeditionary fleet had already begun transporting Astartes from the Ultramarines Successor Chapters to the various sections of the Imperial Palace walls.

The first to bear the brunt were the Nova Marines. Their half-blue and half-white paint scheme made them very easy to recognize. Once they joined the defense line, they immediately filled the vacancies left by the Astra Militarum and engaged in close combat with the demons.

Next came the Aurora Chapter. These dark green-painted Astartes possessed a large number of war machines, and even the most basic armored vehicles were 3 to 5 times more than those of other chapters.

Terra is the throne world of humanity after all, so the fleet cannot use bombs with great destructive power, such as lava bombs or cyclone torpedoes.

We can only rely on some warheads with limited destructive power to kill the demonic tide, but the effect is really unsatisfactory.

"Release the Drop Pods and let the Death Company down. Now is the time for me to fight alongside them."

Sandiles' last words were to ask Thorpe to activate the airdrop pods that had already been deployed on the transport ships. The physical impact of these airdrop pods after crashing onto the battlefield would effectively clear a drop zone for them.

At that time, I will lead them to launch a counterattack.

As the subspace energy on the surface continued to churn, Sandiles once again awakened his sea of soul.

The vortex buried deep in the abyss suddenly accelerated in speed, and the enormous power poured into the sword in his hand. The flames that could only form a wall of fire turned into a sea of fire in an instant.

The power of the Soul Sea amplifies the might of the Emperor's Blazing Flames. Any demon that comes into contact with these flames will be instantly burned to ashes, and their bodies and souls will become nourishment that makes the flames even more violent.

There was a roaring sound of breaking through the air, and hundreds of airdrop pods fell from the high-altitude orbit all the way to the ground outside the Lion's Gate.

"Why are these Astartes landing outside? Facing these demons, letting them land directly outside is simply courting death."

After seeing the landing points of these airdrop pods, Koken immediately looked towards Sandales. The magic tide outside the Lion's Gate could easily fill a moat.

Now these airdrop pods are landing directly among the demonic tide, which is simply a suicidal act.

"Because they had already planned to accept this outcome."

Originally, Koken didn't understand what Sandales meant.

But when a voice even more angry than the devil's roar appeared on the battlefield, he instantly understood the meaning of Sandiles' words.

Because the Primarch released a being even more terrifying than those demons.

The Blood Angels, whose liveries were completely painted black, instantly rushed out of the drop pods, brandishing their weapons in an almost defenseless manner.

It was as if they would rather trade wounds with these demons than defend themselves.

“Horus!!”

“What have you done!!”

This sudden name and shout made both sides of the war stunned.

The loyalists were wondering why these black-painted Blood Angels would shout out the name of the traitor.

The demons were filled with fear, because these guys were even more like demons than they were. One of the Blood Angels took off his helmet and even rushed into the wave of demons and killed a vampire with his teeth.

Their terrifying appearance even made the Blood God's demons retreat.

Koken turned his gaze to Sandiles, who jumped directly off the Lion's Gate and landed steadily in front of these heirs.

The Blood Angels, who were originally immersed in killing, seemed to sense something, and then looked up at Sandales' back.

The familiar smell made them regain their sanity for a short time.

"Father, father?"

Their bodies were trembling. Ever since they were lost in the curse of black rage, they had never thought that they would ever be able to regain their sanity.

He never thought that he would have the chance to see the glory of the Primarch.

"Are you really my father? Are you not dead? Or are we still hallucinating?"

Every Blood Angel in the Death Company can feel the rage and desire to kill coursing through their blood.

Their vision was obscured by darkness and scarlet colors, and only that dazzling and pure white light could bring them calmness.

"We can't control ourselves, Father. Our bodies are urging us to go deeper into killing."

"I'm sorry, father, we disappointed you. We couldn't stay strong forever, and we even lost ourselves to the curse."

Even the glory of Sandales could not fully restore the soldiers of the Death Company to their senses.

Their brief moments of rationality gradually disappeared under the influence of the Blood God, replaced by the impulse that urged them to embrace endless killing.

"I am proud of each and every one of you. There is no need to hold back now. In the name of the Primarch, I give you one final command."

Sandiles' voice reached the ears of every Blood Angel in the Death Company. At the command of the Father of Genes, they gripped their weapons tightly and used their last bit of sanity to put on their helmets that symbolized the Blood Angels.

True Blood Angels cannot let their fathers see their hideous side.

Sandiles looked at the tide of demons rushing towards them again and gave these descendants the last order they could receive in their lives.

"Release yourself completely and fight with me until the last moment of death!"

Once the order was given, thousands of Blood Angels, having completely unleashed themselves, collided once again with the wave of demons.

They could feel their hearts beating faster and faster, and blood filled with anger and strength was flowing through their bodies. Every warrior among them would let out a terrifying roar when they swung their weapons.

Even the Blood God Demon would feel frightened and powerless when fighting against such a terrifying existence.

In the constant killings that had taken place before, the demons always brought fear and death to their enemies, but at this moment the terrifying figure standing in front of him brought fear and death to them.

The Primarch is leading this group of guys who are more like demons than themselves to kill indiscriminately, turning all the suffering and sorrow that mankind has endured for thousands of years into tangible flames and giving them back to all existences in the warp.

The Soul Grinders rushed towards Sandiles and the others with their hideous and terrifying mechanical bodies. Inside each Soul Grinder was imprisoned a demon that had made a trading contract with Vashtor.

They signed a contract with Vashtor, relying on the power of the Soul Furnace to strengthen themselves, and the price was to collect more souls for the other party.

Over the past ten thousand years, countless demons have sought out Vashtor to sign contracts, but without exception, they have become consumables that can be manipulated and toyed with at will in the hands of the Lord of the Soul Furnace.

From the day they signed the contract, it was impossible for them to escape the control of the Soul Furnace. Their souls became tools of Vashtor, and they could only be driven forever by this hateful sub-god of the Warp.

Every Soul Grinder wanted to kill Sandiles and drag the entire warp with him to be buried with him, but Vashtor did not want this to happen.

All the Soul Grinders who dared to rush towards Sandiles were cut in half by the two swords in his hands, and the gaps connecting their demonic bodies to the vicious machines were easily cut open by Sandiles like butter.

The Sword of Hope burning with the Emperor's flames and Veliszar conducting the wind of the spiritual world continued to swing among these demons, reaping the lives of one Soul Grinder after another.

Demons killed by these two weapons cannot be resurrected in the Warp, and the power directly derived from other gods can easily sever their connection with the Warp.

When they die, their shadows in the Warp are swallowed by the Well of Eternity and further expand the Sea of Souls of Sandales.

Every demon killed becomes raw material for making Sandales stronger.

The Blood Angels of the Death Company did not use any explosive bombs or plasma weapons at all, relying almost entirely on the swords in their hands to bring down the punishment of destruction on these abominable demons.

These fearsome warriors fought recklessly and with the supporting fire from the palace walls, their gains were great.

The demons that were originally climbing up the wall were cleared out one by one, and even the line of warp demons rushing towards the wall was pushed back by them.

The battlefield was littered with broken limbs and armor from slaughter and fighting, but even more so was enough blood to cover the ground.

The battle is still going on, but the demon's offensive is not as fierce and effective as it was at the beginning.

The endless killing of the Death Company has frightened even the demons. A large number of vampires even chose to retreat when facing the Blood Angels.

Only those demonic vanguards still chose to continue fighting the Blood Angels.

But the result is obvious.

While Sandiles was responsible for dealing with those powerful and difficult-to-deal-with Chosen Ones or Soul Grinders, the warriors of the Death Company crushed all the demons that dared to stand in their way with a devastating speed.

Although they paid some losses for it, every soldier in the Death Company was willing to do it.

Because in this final battle of their lives, they were able to fight side by side with their genetic father who lived ten thousand years ago. This was simply the parting gift that their father could give them in the final moments of their lives.