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

Other battle-brothers were armed with standard-issue bolters and either chainswords or bolt pistols.

Malakin and the others were fine. They had been with Sandales for a while, so they didn't show any excessive excitement.

But the 18 battle brothers behind them are different.

They had just come down from the battle barge after a fight with other brothers, and they had never seen Sandales before.

So when Sandales appeared in their sight, the 18 fighting brothers trembled together.

The gene seeds in their bodies seemed to be feeding back a message to their brains as if it were flowing smoothly.

"That's your father. Respect your father."

Fortunately, Malakin was still standing there and Sandiles did not initiate a conversation with them.

Otherwise, the current scene might not be 18 fighting brothers standing, but a scene of brothers kneeling and hugging each other's thighs.

Looks like, so damn similar!

If the occasion allowed, they would even want to punch themselves in the face to confirm whether they were still in reality.

In fact, the story of Sandiles's divine manifestation in the Upper Nest had long been spread like wildfire within the Weepers.

The six other battle-brothers who had followed Malakin and Senai into the Upper Nest described the scene as divine and sacred.

According to their description, the scene was almost like Sanguinius himself coming from Baal to Valentino to appear, and their father even had a conversation and teachings with them in person.

The vivid description made the other fighting brothers extremely envious and annoyed.

Why weren't they the ones who went with Malakin? Otherwise, he would have had the opportunity to see the brilliance of the Father of Genes with his own eyes.

Because there were too many people and too little resources, when Malakin explained the needs of this mission, the combat teams within the Weepers Legion simply started punching each other.

It is extremely dangerous to go down to the nest at this moment, and the number of people involved cannot be too large, so only the two most powerful teams in the regiment can accompany them.

As a result, the members of these two combat teams had to knock down their other combat brothers before they got the opportunity to carry out the mission with Sandales.

"Father...Father?"

As Maladin and Senai looked at each other with an 'I knew it' expression, a battle brother almost uttered these three words in a trembling voice.

The genetic seed in his body was now short of replacing his brain to control his body. An impulse was constantly stimulating him, driving his body to kneel down and pledge allegiance to Sandales.

Fortunately, Sandales does not have the iconic pair of white wings behind him.

Otherwise, I can guarantee that these 17 battle brothers and myself probably don't need gene seeds to stimulate them.

As soon as they see Sandres, they will immediately call him father.

"I know you are very excited now, child, but Sanguinius cannot speak to you for the time being. The Warp spell of the Lower Hive is blocking his soul from descending. As long as the heresy spell exists for even a second, Sanguinius cannot meet with you."

Sandales' words were like adding fuel to the fire of the wailers and pouring a bucket of gasoline on them.

What does it mean that the father of genes can’t talk to himself now?

Isn't this the glorious moment when those heretical demons are preventing them from meeting their father?

Ten thousand years ago, it was they who separated the Gene-Father from the descendants of the Blood Angels, and now it is they who are hindering the long-awaited reunion between father and son.

"Malakin, how's the situation at the lower nest?"

Sandiles held the Sword of Hope in its scabbard with his right hand, and asked Malakin about the current situation of the lower nest.

The information sent back by Orpes' reconnaissance team earlier had already indicated that the lower nest was about to be in chaos. Heretical spells were affecting the environment of the lower nest at all times. Now it was even impossible to determine what the areas affected by the heretical spells had become.

Have space and time been disrupted?

Is it possible that an area that should be here suddenly appears in another place?

After hearing Sandiles' question, Malakin just shook his head slightly. He couldn't say for sure about the situation of the nest now.

Although the area around the elevator shaft remains under control, some planetary defense forces report that they can now see the effects of the heretical spells on the environment with their naked eyes.

The heretic cult's offensive surged towards the elevator shaft like a wave. The Weepers repelled the charging crowd again and again, but those cultists seemed endless and kept launching attacks tirelessly.

Some battle-brothers even suspected that the heretics were using this tactic to deplete their already limited ammunition.

"What has been confirmed so far is that the areas covered by the subspace spell have experienced reality collapse. Things that originally did not belong to the real universe can appear out of thin air in any corner of those places."

"They can launch surprise attacks from every tricky angle, and we should be thankful that the main active forces in the Lower Nest are currently limited to the Blood God and the Plague Lord's cult factions."

Sandales rubbed his head irritably.

Only one day had passed, and the nest had already become what it is now.

God knows how many people those pagans killed and how many rituals they performed down there.

"Come on, let's go down and see what happened."

A group of weepers followed Sandales into the elevator shaft and protected him in a corner away from the elevator door after it closed.

After all, they don't want any strange things to rush in the moment they open the door.

The mechanical sound of the elevator descending rumbled, and along with it came the sound of continuous fighting. Sandales had already unsheathed the Sword of Hope and was ready to rush out of the elevator and join the battle.

But he soon realized he was wrong.

"I should have caught that changeling and used him as a flashlight..."

Chapter 35: Is this still the nest?

The scene that appeared in their sight made Sandales and the other wailers dizzy. This was no longer the effect of simple warp corrosion.

In Sandales's sight, the outside space was divided into dozens or even hundreds of pieces, and there was even a scene where the upper and lower halves of a person's body existed in two different spaces at the same time.

The word "bizarre" is not enough to describe the scene before their eyes. Even the transformation spirit would make them dizzy.

The dancing brilliant light spots constantly kept everything running, and even the heretics were separated in this complex space.

"Chamber Master, my lord, it is a pleasure to see you again."

"Suarez, what happened in the lower nest? Why did the situation get worse again?"

The sergeant who came forward to negotiate with Malaquin and Sandales was named Suarez, a veteran who had served the empire for more than 150 years.

He was still wearing the Mark VII power armor, the most common in the Weepers Chapter, but the helmet he wore was a Mark VI model.

"While we were stationed in the area around the elevator shaft, a terrifying wave of subspace energy swept through the area. This not only pulled part of our outer defense line into the already shattered space, but also encompassed all the heretics' offensive spearheads."

As Suarez spoke, he handed a data tablet to Malakin and Sandiles. The icons that lit up on the tablets were the plate areas radiating out from the elevator shaft itself.

Among them, the elevator shaft itself and the areas within the four surrounding plates are barely safe, but all areas outside of them have been caught up in the aftermath of the subspace energy.

"We tried various means to eliminate this negative impact, but we soon discovered something strange. It seems that the main target of this impact was not us, but those heretics."

At this moment, Sandales looked at the fragmented space again.

As Suarez said, the imperial soldiers who were caught in the broken space were in a passive defensive state. They were just holding their own line and ensuring that no one could rush through here and approach the elevator shaft.

It seemed that in their sight, he was still in the safe area around the elevator shaft.

The heretics who believed in the Blood God and the Lord of Plague were thrown into the intersection of different shattered spaces. The two sides immediately engaged in battle the moment they met. The believers of the Blood God dragged their axes and roared as they continued to attack the army of rotten zombies.

He had already seen several World Eaters fighting against those bloated Death Guards.

He was thankful that he was fighting the World Eaters instead of these disgusting Death Guards.

Otherwise, when I get back to Zhongchao, I will have to drink some strong liquor to moisten my throat to prevent the bacteria from taking root in my throat.

"The two sides dragged into the shattered space are locked in a continuous fierce battle, each consuming its own manpower, while our warriors are resting and waiting for the opportunity."

"The impact of the warp wave this time was quite coincidental. There must be a huge hand that we can't see controlling everything behind the scenes."

Suarez turned and walked in front, guiding Sandres to the command post.

On the way to the command post, Sandales saw a large number of planetary defense force soldiers who had retreated from the front line due to injuries.

Some of them were injured by the homemade firearms seized by the heretics and the standard weapons secretly delivered to the heretics by the Shangchao nobles.

But more of them were wounded who suffered serious limb injuries directly in hand-to-hand combat.

"Suarez, what's the situation with these wounded? Why are there injuries from hand-to-hand combat?"

When Suarez was questioned by Sandelles, he first paused, then took off his helmet to reveal his weather-beaten face.

He also felt sad for the soldiers who were injured in the hand-to-hand combat, but the accident that happened not long ago was too sudden.

"About three Terran hours ago, our ammunition reserves were nearly exhausted, and the elevator transporting the ammunition was unfortunately stuck halfway."

"After that, we requested assistance from the battle barge and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the heretics. Then, this surge of warp energy directly overturned the heretics' offensive and dragged them back to their original position."

"In the end, this is what we see now. It's obvious that the third party doesn't want the two parties to break through our defense so easily."

As Suarez's description became more detailed, Sandles and Malaquin both began to feel a headache.

It's true that heretics will kill the country and demons will guard the national borders, right?

The three parties in the Lower Nest are fighting each other, and the Upper Nest is the only one that dominates. The most active forces in the subspace and the real universe have now gathered in Valentino, and have all sent out considerable manpower to seize control of Valentino.

This doesn't mean they are defending Valentino, it's clearly demons from different factions hindering each other.

They could no longer imagine anything unexpected happening at Valentino.

After raising his hand to return the data board to Suarez, Malakin looked at Sandres again. He now finally understood what this "sub-father" meant by what he had said before.

No wonder his father couldn't let his soul descend upon Sandales. Given the influence of the warp magic like the Nest, no one could find him unless the Astronomican of Terra was moved to Valentino.

"Sir, we..."

"Relax, Malakin. Perhaps this isn't as difficult as we thought. Since none of the three parties want to let the other side succeed so easily, we can become the weight that can tip the scales."

Sandales reached out and gently patted the chapter leader's shoulder armor, then finally faced the scene before him that looked like a broken mirror.

He needed to find a suitable entry point among these hundreds of broken spaces. This entry point had to allow them to reach the depths of the lower nest as quickly as possible, while also preventing them from appearing in the center of the battlefield by chance.

After all, this was just a stealth operation, and they didn't want to suddenly appear on the battlefield and face simultaneous attacks from both sides.

Sandiles's eyes swept over the fragments. He saw the battlefield and the dark corners, but these were not the entry points he needed.

It was not until the light spots on the Sword of Hope at his waist converged into a straight line and accurately pointed to the turbid fragment not far away that Sandales was sure that he had found the perfect opportunity.

But on the other side of the fragment, he vaguely saw a familiar figure.

Chapter 36 Malakin: Seth, you better not come over here

WC, Salazar? You didn't ask the Emperor to conscript men?

A burly old man with ragged clothes but a resolute face was carrying two chain saw swords and slashing at demons everywhere. From time to time, he would throw out a few psychic energy shots to blow up the enemies in the distance.

Salazar Sacfiro, the planetary governor who was born into a military family, was now constantly moving around in the corners of this lower nest like a god of war.

Its bulging muscles have almost reached the level of a small Astartes.

Due to his status as the planetary governor, although he did not undergo any dangerous transformation surgery, he still received some new drug injections at the instruction of the Inquisition.

One of the drugs that could stimulate muscle development had a very effective effect on him, so much so that when he was young, Salazar could even bend the door of a Bison armored vehicle with his fists.

Sandiles opened his eyes slightly, then stepped on the fragment without paying any attention to the surprised looks of Malakin and Senai behind him.

WC, Dad!

Can we not be so impulsive?

At least let us explore the way first, and then go in after you make sure it is safe!

Maladin did not dare to delay at all at this moment. As soon as Sandres stepped in, he followed in.

What if I lose my dad?

Forget about returning to Baal, his brothers in the regiment would tear him to pieces right now.

Dante had to bring the Blood Angels and a large number of sub-groups to Valentino overnight to look for someone.

After crossing the fragments of space, Sandres almost collided head-on with Salazar, so much so that the burly old man almost hit Sandres' kidney with his chainsaw sword.

When the sparks from the Chainsaw Sword and the Sword of Hope splashed onto Sandales, Malakin, who had just caught up, almost felt his eyes go black and fell into a rage on the spot.

Senai was slightly better. At most, he had put the crosshairs of the precision bolt gun on Salazar's head, and his index finger had already pulled the trigger halfway.

"Calm down, don't do anything, he's Salazar!"