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

"WC, Sandales? I thought you were dead."

Damn, can you, old man, speak?!

How do you talk to our dad?

What do you mean our dad is dead?!

Yes, it is true that he was lying in the stone hall at first, but now he is alive again!

Salazar's words made the Weepers, who had originally put down their guns, point their guns at him again.

If they had almost fired a whole magazine of bullets at the old man Salazar because of their nervousness and visual stimulation just now.

Now they really want Salazar to feel the wrath of a crying man.

"I was going to ask you something! Alexia told me you set yourself on fire, but why are you in the Lower Nest now?"

"Ahem, it's a long story, and some of the words aren't suitable to be said in person."

As Salazar said this, he looked up at Malakin and the others, then pulled Sandales to a corner and whispered to him.

"You may not believe me, but after I set myself on fire, I met the Emperor, and he slapped me thirteen times, claiming it would improve my psychic powers, and then had a guy about your height with a head of fire kick me back."

This description sounds so familiar...

Why do I feel like it has something to do with the headless old father of the Iron Hands family...

"He asked me to bring you a message."

"What are you talking about?"

After glancing at Malakin and the others, Salazar told Sandales in a quieter voice what the figure had told him.

"He said that next time you see the Iron Hands, you should beat them up first. Those guys are on the wrong path."

"Also, why is it the Weeper? I was clearly calling for the Flesh Tearer."

Salazar whispered to Sandales that he had clearly established contact with the Flesh Tearers when he was in the Astronomican, but why were the Weepers coming now?

In my impression, these guys' fighting power doesn't seem to be as good as the Flesh Tearers, and a lot of their weapons and equipment seem to have been lost in the Battle of Badab.

Is it somewhat inappropriate to ask the Weepers to come to support?

Sandales's mind was now preoccupied with nothing but the words of the man who was most likely Ferrus Manus.

But it was the second half of Salazar's sentence.

Didn't this old guy just say that he called the Flesh Tearer over?

Why is Sanguinius' soul fragment so active at this moment?

What's with that constant urge to beat someone up?

"Salazar, you old bastard, you can't just call anyone over here, you can call the Flesh Tearers and the others!"

“They were the only ones I could contact at the time!”

In fact, everything old man Salazar said was heard clearly by Malakin behind him.

To the Astartes, the old man's whisper was no different from speaking in their ears.

Especially since the old man didn't even try to hide from them while he was talking, but simply found a corner.

The one-way radio device of the power armor helmet had already received everything he said through the vibration frequency.

Yes, we the Weepers were indeed on the wrong side of the battlefield during the Battle of Badab, but that doesn't mean we are determined to oppose the Empire...

Besides, those bastards of the Minotaur didn't take away all our stuff, especially Valadin, who later secretly stuffed some good stuff into the crotch of the regiment. The battle barge now stationed in the high-altitude orbit of Valentino was provided to us by Valadin.

How come we, the Weepers, are so inferior to the Flesh Tearers in your mouth, old man?

Those guys are a bunch of madmen who don't know how to suppress their black rage and blood thirst.

If they come to Valentino, either let them kill the enemy or let them kill you.

It's only slightly better than the Blood Knight.

"Malakin, did the old man just say he called the Flesh Tearer over?"

"Yes, you heard it right."

Senai now gently poked his Chapter Leader's arm with his elbow.

When he heard the news that the Flesh Tearers were coming, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

He had read old documents in the library of Angel Castle. It seemed that his father was very sad and disgusted that his descendants succumbed to the Scarlet Hunger. He spent almost his entire life looking for a way to lift the curse.

And if Father saw the Flesh Tearers and the Blood Knights...

Gulp... (Swallowing)

Maybe this time it will be my own father who is caught in the dark rage...

"What are you so nervous about? What if the Flesh Tearers come? Father is still here. Do they dare to raise weapons against us?"

"The trouble is, my father is still here. Guess what he would do if he saw the Flesh Tearer in that state?"

Malakin fell silent for a moment.

Then he looked at the Sword of Hope on Sandiles' waist, which was beginning to turn golden red, and silently prayed for the Flesh Tearers and their Chapter Leader.

This was the closest the Blood God had ever been to his father...

So Seth, you'd better not come over here, otherwise don't blame us if your dad beats you to death.

Chapter 37 Sanguinius: My father is looking for you. Please lend me your body.

At this moment, Sandales ignored Malakina who was looking up at the ceiling of the lower nest with a look as if he was looking at a dead person.

For him, the old man Salazar's words made the fragment of Sanguinius in his body stir. If it weren't for the warp spell still affecting the Internet speed of Sanguinius's upper body, he estimated that the great player would have to topple the account on the spot.

This old man can call anyone, just call the Flesh Tearer.

Isn't it known that Sanguinius is deeply saddened by the fact that his scions have succumbed to the Crimson Thirst?

"Sandris, let's put everything else aside for now. I need your help with something. A big guy from the Khorne faction has entered the Lower Nest. Have you heard of the Demon Host?"

Originally, Sandales was still thinking about how to explain this matter to Sanguinius, but Salazar's words immediately diverted his attention.

The demon host is not unfamiliar to me. Its existence is equivalent to a large subspace beacon.

Where it appears.

It's like a time bomb that could explode at any time.

Judging from the situation in the Lower Nest, the Blood God's faction was the first to sacrifice the Demon Host, and the evidence was the massacre that initially broke out in the Lower Nest.

The faction of the Lord of Change should have just sacrificed the demon host not long ago to fight against the Blood God and his men.

"I'm no stranger to the demonic host, but the question is, do you know where it is? As long as we can find it, then getting rid of it won't be difficult."

In fact, in order to deal with this kind of thing, he had specially asked Valedin to prepare a few similar ones for him.

As the pair of gloves that have been used for almost a lifetime in the Inquisition, Valedin knows almost everything about the Inquisition.

And thanks to his unknown mentor's influence on Terra, he was not monitored or constrained by anyone, so he was able to get what he needed.

"Do you have a map? If not, I can only know its approximate location."

Sandiles directly took out the holographic imaging device that Valedin had thrown to him. Although the lower nest had been divided into hundreds of areas by the subspace spell at this time, such a holographic imaging device blessed by the state religion and engraved with the runes of the Inquisition was not affected.

It also shows exactly where these people are.

"See this? The pipeline area where the food processing plant's leftovers are discharged. This was originally the Plague Lord's territory, but with the invasion of the Blood God faction, they took it over."

"The concave and convex terrain has turned this place into a natural corpse dump. Numerous bones have already filled half of the pit. The heretics have inscribed blasphemous symbols around it, bringing the will of Kabanha upon a heretic bishop."

Sandales looked at the place where Salazar's finger was pointing. That was the area where the reconnaissance team sent by Valedin had disappeared.

Compared to the other areas that were red to black, the area where Salazar's finger was pointing was as black as ink.

The location of these people is only two pipeline areas away from there. After passing through these two pipeline areas, they will directly reach the location of the demon host.

It was not until this moment that Sandales realized why Orpes's reconnaissance team had failed to send even a single accurate message.

It is impossible to use any communication equipment in the area where the demon host is sacrificed. The distortion of the subspace will destroy all components of these devices.

So let alone sending a message, even if they could ring twice it would be considered that the machine spirit was struggling hard.

"That's not right. From what you've described, haven't you already been there? You didn't destroy the altar?"

Salazar was stunned at first, and then almost punched Sandres.

Do you want to listen to the bullshit you're talking about?

I am a planetary governor, not the Emperor's chosen one.

With my combat capability at that time, I could handle some of the miscellaneous soldiers, but if you wanted me to face the demon host, you might as well throw me into an apocalypse-level battlefield, so that my command ability could at least be of some use.

"Forget it, don't dwell on this..."

"Embrace the glory of battle!"

WC, what's going on?

Just as Sandales was about to leave, a deafening roar instantly penetrated his eardrums and went straight into his brain.

He could guarantee that this roar was definitely not uttered by a heretic or a servant of the Blood God.

The pronunciation is clear, and he is definitely human, maybe even an Astartes.

Are there any weepers nearby who have been teleported into the broken space?

Seeing Sandales looking at him, Malakin quickly shook his head.

Although the readings were unstable, his auspex showed no signs of any Weeper battle-brothers.

Moreover, the content of this war cry would definitely not come from the mouth of one of his own fighting brothers.

"Old man, when did you contact the Flesh Tearers?"

"About a week ago. At that time, the Upper Nest had been sealed off by those noble bastards, so I was unable to pass on this information."

A week ago, that is to say...

WC, Archangel, stop pushing me! I can't stand it right now!

It was not known whether it was the Emperor's presence or Khorne simply replacing his network cable, but at this moment the connection between his soul and the Warp was extremely stable.

Sandiles only felt a big hand grabbing the back of his soul's neck, and then the connection between him and his body was replaced by a more powerful consciousness.

"Father is looking for you. Let me borrow your body for a while. I'll go and give those brats a good beating."

This was the last sound he would hear.

Sanguinius' father, wouldn't that mean...

What appeared before his eyes was a cold and dazzling sun that was bright enough to blind them both.

A giant in golden armor was sitting on the golden throne.

His body was tall and strong, but his face was filled with pain and sorrow.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he could always see millions of different faces on this face. Even the simplest voice from the other party was enough to make his brain almost explode.

There was no doubt that the giant that appeared before him was the Emperor.

The protector who sat on the throne and protected the human empire for ten thousand years.

"A replacement, a seed that is growing."

"The legacy of a plan, the final confession of a sinner."

The Emperor uttered many obscure and difficult-to-understand words, and Sandales did not understand the true meaning of each sentence.

But the legacy left behind is undoubtedly a description of myself.

Chapter 38: Sandales: Lao Deng! You have to get paid for your work!

"A body strong enough to carry the Primarch's will, a perfect vessel."