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

From the day he was rescued by Sandres, this boss who was both his teacher and friend had been constantly teaching him what a person should be like. All his bad habits were changed bit by bit, but the other party seemed to have anticipated that there would be a day when he would be asked to leave.

"You have transformed yourself and are reborn. Now the final step is to say goodbye to the past and embrace the new life."

Fortunately, Valedin persuaded Copeman to give up the idea of staying here on the grounds that Kapolis would need someone to accompany him in the future. However, despite this, he still made Sandiles swear that he would go to the Extreme Star Region to see him alive.

"How's the airport operating? Are the routes not blocked?"

"Thanks to Valentino's independent location, there are no forces or demonic fleets near this planet that can block Valentino's shipping routes."

Sandiles' fingers tapped lightly on the table. The current situation could no longer be described as urgent. If the situation in the lower nest was allowed to deteriorate further, the influence of the heretical ritual would sooner or later spread to the middle nest.

I don't even know whether the message for help was received by anyone.

Just as Sandales and Malakin were thinking about countermeasures, the door of the tavern was pushed open by an almost dry hand, and an old man with his teeth grimacing in pain from his wound walked in cursing.

As Valedin walked towards his seat in the tavern, he threw a miniature holographic projection device in front of Sandiles.

The light emitted by eight micro-projection probes constructed a true picture of Valentino's nest. Most areas were marked in red, and a very small number of parts were even close to red with a hint of black.

"The reconnaissance team risked their lives to explore the current situation. The red areas are dangerous areas, and those with black within the red are areas that have been completely affected by the heretical ritual."

"See that black, ink-black spot? The last sound from the reconnaissance team died there. Amidst the clamor, I could only hear roars that were definitely not human. Something's already entered."

Valedin's physical condition at this time could no longer support him to continue entering the lower nest, so he had to take his bailiffs with him to maintain order in the middle nest.

He sent a reconnaissance team to investigate the situation, but he didn't expect that they would never come back.

That reconnaissance unit is the elite of the elite under his command. They are trained according to the level of those Storm Descendants. Although they may not be as good as the real Storm Descendants, they are definitely not ordinary people.

But it was such a team that lost their lives after entering Valentino's current nest.

"Do you suspect a great demon has been sacrificed?"

"It's definitely not the big devil. If a big devil really appeared in the lower nest, we wouldn't have the chance to sit here and talk."

With a helpless chuckle, Valedin picked up a bottle of Quartis wine from the table next to him, skillfully pulled out the cork from the bottle, and poured himself a full glass.

If this bottle of Quartis wine were placed in those garden worlds or aristocratic worlds, it would definitely be sold at a sky-high price.

But for Valentino today, this bottle of wine can only be used as a consumable to disinfect wounds or as a substitute for analgesics to numb the pain of the wounded.

"Your wound hasn't healed yet. Alcohol will dilate your blood vessels, which is not conducive to wound recovery."

Malakin wanted to give Valedin some advice, but the old man just waved his hand to indicate that he understood the truth.

He has been a judge all his life. If he doesn't even understand that drinking is not conducive to wound recovery, then he has lived a dog's life.

"Master, do you really think I can live to see my wounds healed?"

A reliable smile appeared on Valadin's old face, and this expression made Malakin feel a little pain in his heart.

Yes, everyone here is prepared to die calmly, and Valedin is no exception.

"The reserves of painkillers and other medicines are rapidly depleting, but the number of wounded continues to increase with the onslaught of those heretics. My quota of painkillers has been used up, so I, an old man, can only settle for the next best thing and use this thing to numb the nerves and slightly relieve the pain."

Looking at Valadin's somewhat hunched back, Malakin could not say anything else. He just sat down silently in the open space next to Valadin and snatched the remaining half bottle of Quatis wine.

"Give it back to me. You're not hurt. Why are you stealing my wine?"

"I feel bad, isn't it okay?"

"You're bullshitting! You have two hearts!"

"Both hurt."

Chapter 26 Malakin: I blanched! That’s my dad!

Sandiles ignored the two guys behind him who were feeling the pain in their throats due to the bitter wine, but stared fixedly at the holographic projection device in front of him.

I can guarantee that even if what those cultists sacrificed was not a big demon, it would definitely be something similar.

We almost let Kabanha in last time. No matter what, the thing this time can't be much less dangerous than that guy.

And you can’t give me Kabanha twice in a row, right?

What's going on? Looking for someone on this limited planet?

I am Sandales, not Sanguinius.

If you want to be Sanguinius's dog, go to Baal!

What's up Valentino?!

"Sir, the people from the state religion are here."

Brother Senai, who was guarding the door of the tavern, pushed the door open and said something. After getting the consent of Sandiles and others, he let in the Anglican priest who came to attend the meeting.

Unlike the bishop who had already sacrificed himself in the upper nest, this priest walked into the room silently and then pounced on Sandales.

Because the incident happened too suddenly, even the Senai brothers were unable to reach out and grab this guy. Malakin reacted and swept out with the bloody broadsword in his hand, but the priest's body suddenly became ethereal, and the sword chopped directly on the air.

Seeing that the priest was about to touch him, Sandales responded quickly.

He took out the Tzeentch model he had taken from the Ecclesiastic Library in one hand, and the Sword of Hope in the other, and hung the book above the golden flames.

The already blazing flames below began to leap even more violently like a bird of prey seeing a delicacy, as if it wanted to jump off the Sword of Hope and set the book on fire.

This sudden change instantly caused the priest to change the direction of his flight, and he flew back towards the Tzeentch model in Sandales's hand in an anti-physical way that could revive the Necrons.

But soon, Valedin's dry palm like an eagle claw directly made this guy's intention fail. The blue spiritual energy attached to his fingers and tore off the disguise that the priest put on his body.

"Changeling? Why is it you, a bastard who has been against me for decades?"

What appeared in front of everyone at this time was a little man wearing a blue robe and with four arms. His face was hidden under the hood on his head, and only a pitch-black hole could be seen with the naked eye.

This guy has no legs and is just floating in the air. Blue spots of light are floating here and there under his robe, and the light at the hem is twisting and swinging unnaturally, as if to prove that this guy is not a species that should exist in the real universe.

"Ahem, good afternoon everyone! I'm here to make a deal with you... Wait a minute! Damn old man, put down the brick in your hand first!"

The spirit of change had just floated up when it found that the old man Valedin was holding a brick made of black stone and hitting it on the forehead.

As someone who had been engaged in intense confrontation with old man Valedin on the planet Valentino for decades, he was well aware of how ruthless Valedin could be when he attacked.

He was to the point where if he dared to find a heretical book in this library, he would burn down the entire library.

If the largest library on Valentino did not belong to the state religion, this old man would definitely have dared to use hot melt to destroy the library where he had worked.

Back then, the bishop who went up to the nest almost had a fight with Valentin. When they were young, the two of them and the planetary governor Salazar almost divided the political arena of Valentino into three factions. But later, as everyone got old, the fight stopped.

"Shut up! I have nothing to discuss with a heretic like you. Tell me, what are you planning to do here again, you bastard?"

"If I catch even one note wrong in any of your sentences, I'll smack you right on the head!"

The unfortunate kid, the Changeling, was almost dumbfounded by Valedin's words.

You tell me to shut up one moment and then tell me my origins the next. Should I tell you or not?!

"Inquisitor, calm down, you must calm down!"

If Malakin had not been holding Valadin at this moment, the black slate brick in his hand would have really hit the changeling's forehead hard.

Just as the Changeling said, Valedin didn't have a good impression of this old opponent who had been fighting against him for decades.

For him, the only memory he had of this spirit was that it instigated others to take action during the day, and stole things at night, killing others without paying for it, and making itself worry so much that its hair turned white. It was that hateful thing.

And every time he was about to catch him, a group of nobles who lacked virtue in character and were stupid in mind would jump out and try their best to hinder him. Otherwise, the black slate brick in his hand would have achieved its first victory in its life.

"Well, I see your situation isn't very optimistic right now, so out of kindness, I'm going to come over and help you."

The changeling's faceless head turned gently toward Sandales.

"To be precise, I intend to help you."

Looking at the meaningful transformation spirit at this moment, Sandiles had a blank expression on his face.

He said that nine out of ten words coming out of this guy's mouth could not be believed, so in order to effectively increase the credibility of the text, Sandales directly moved the Tzeentch model a few centimeters closer to the blade of the Sword of Hope.

The footer of this book even began to curl up on its own to prevent the flames under its buttocks from turning it into a "butt-roasting book".

"Dad! You are my dad! Let's not burn that book. If you burn it, my life will be over! I won't be able to go back to my hometown in the subspace!" Originally, Sandales wanted to move the book down a little bit, but at this time the spirit suddenly flew up, hugged his thighs tightly and began to cry violently.

The look was no different from the one when Malakin was hugging his thigh and crying bitterly.

"Captain, calm down! You must calm down!"

Seeing this scene of people snatching their father away, Malakin's eyes widened like cows. He was originally trying to stop Valadin, but now he was being stopped by the old man.

If Valadin had not used his old body to block his path, the spirit would have been dragged down by his robe and subjected to a physical exorcism.

For him, his current attitude is very clear, that is, he wants to immediately pick up the black slate brick in Valedin's hand and beat the spirit in front of him into a fool!

Damn! That’s my dad!

We are the only ones who can hold my dad’s thighs!

Who are you? How dare you cling to the same leg as us?!

Get out of here right now!

Just when the tavern was in chaos, the door was pushed open again, and this time the person who came was indeed a pastor of the Anglican Church.

The old man with a white beard was so shocked after seeing this scene that he couldn't even speak. He stared in amazement at the scene in front of him that looked like a picture of hell.

Finally, in a state of mourning that was more than despair, he was pushed into the tavern by the wailers outside the door.

"I don't think my rank is high enough to attend such a grand meeting."

"Don't worry, you are qualified because you know too many secrets."

Chapter 27 Wait, a Church?

The priest who was brought to attend the meeting was named Mountbatten. He was a student of the self-sacrificing Bishop Joe Faces of Shangchao and was also the designated next Bishop of the Anglican Church of Valentino.

But now the pastor was a little overwhelmed, because next to the seat where he was sitting was a guy with four hands, no visible face, and floating in the sky.

If there weren't so many heroes present who could easily crush this thing to death to support him, he would have probably taken out the Emperor's Holy Word and slapped the heretic next to him in the face.

If I have to sit with this thing, I would rather take my chainsaw sword and fight with the big demon ↘ (fuck).

After resisting the urge to smack the dog-hating guy next to him into a fool with the Emperor's Word, which was thicker than the Imperial Code, Mountbatten looked at the real person in charge.

"Sir, do you have any request for us to come here? The State Church currently has some forces available to protect Valentino's safety."

Mountbatten subjectively thought that Sandales asked him to come in order to seek the support of the state religion, but soon he found that Sandales shook his head silently.

This is strange. If Sandales is not going after the remaining armed forces of the state religion, then what is he going for?

Although the High Lords had deprived the State Religion of its right to possess armed forces, Valentino was located in a remote area, and the Lords Valentine and Salazar turned a blind eye, so the State Religion here had a group of its own religious guards.

Despite its small size, its personnel are absolutely elite and loyal, and can be regarded as the Emperor's death squad.

"Did that guy Joe Faces tell you...where the Valentino State Church's hidden mechanical troops went?"

This time it was Mountbatten's turn to be confused.

An expression of ignorance and shock was visibly visible on the white-bearded face.

My Lord, I didn’t know that the state religion also had mechanical troops!

That grumpy old man who always polishes my forehead with the Emperor's Word never told me this!

Besides, if I had known that the state religion still had mechanical troops, I would have pulled them out and used them long ago. By then, let alone the heretics, even if they brought the demon host here, I would have scattered their ashes.

"Well, it seems Joe Face didn't tell you."

Valedin on the side shook his head slightly in disappointment. It was impossible for Mountbatten to fake the pure confusion on his face.

The old guy Joe Feis usually likes to be secretive and piles things into the warehouse of the Ecclesiarchy like a hamster. Back then, the Sage, the supervisor of the Mechanicus, almost had a fight with him because the old guy blackmailed someone for a mecha.

If Salazar hadn't intervened, the Forging World would have severed ties with Valentino on the spot.

"Sir, could you please elaborate on this matter? I've never heard of the Ecclesiarchy having a mechanical army on Valentino."

While asking Valadin, Mountbatten used the hard corner of the Emperor's Word in his hand to slam the dirty little hand that was reaching out to him onto the table, causing the Transfiguration next to him to twist like a maggot in pain.

"It's okay to tell you. After years of accumulation, Joe Feis has already assembled at least one mecha knight for the state religion. The situation is tense now, so we decided to call you over to see if you know anything about this matter."

Having said that, Valedin didn't say anything more. If Mountbatten, his direct student, didn't know where the knight mecha was hidden, then there was no point in asking others.

"You have time to ask him, why don't you try asking me?"