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

"If you can bear the fragments of Sanguinius, then you can certainly bear his."

Whose? Whose soul fragments could it be?

Didn't you already put one in me? Why are you putting another one in me?

Sandales is almost crying now. It is obvious that the Emperor wants to turn himself into a Primarch signal extender!

If the Emperor stuffs another piece in, he will have two pieces of the Primarch in his body.

The most important thing is that I still don’t know who the second piece of the Primarch fragment belongs to. Are there any other Primarchs who died in that civil war?

Sandiles couldn't control his soul, so he could only watch as another white round bead was slapped firmly into his soul by the Emperor.

Complex consciousness and thoughts, vast memories, emotions of regret and sadness.

The three-pronged attack almost shattered his soul. Sandales only felt that his consciousness was being pulled and torn apart, and then glued together again under the shining light of the Emperor.

Then repeat the process again.

Until your soul is strong enough to bear it all.

"I have a task for you."

"Stop, you can't use me like a laborer like this!"

"That is the duty of every human being."

"Then you should find someone else to take care of these two pieces!"

It seemed that this sentence was so shameless that the emperor didn't know what to say.

After a brief silence, he could only sigh.

"what do you want?"

"Take out these two pieces!"

"Go away, change another one."

"Sanguinius's memories were indeed correct. You were a big bandit back then!"

In response to Sandales's evaluation, the Emperor's painful mouth twisted into a nostalgic smile.

Forget about bandit. When I was racing on the Terran wasteland, the word bandit was not qualified to describe me.

"Tell me what you want, and then get out of my sight immediately."

"Then... give it to a saint?"

"Deal! Now listen to me."

Originally, Sandelles wanted to bargain further, but he was shocked to find that his mouth seemed to be covered by someone and he could not make any sound.

Considering the current situation, he had reason to suspect that the Emperor's dark hand was at work again.

"I want you to go to Macragge and bring Roboute Guilliman back to me. That kid thinks he can get out of work by hiding in a stasis field? Don't even think about it. Make him come back and work overtime for me!"

"Someone will come to you after you finish dealing with Valentino's matter."

As the last word fell, the Emperor's big foot kicked Sandales' consciousness back into his body.

He had no intention of letting Sandres say even one more word to him.

The giant who had regained a bit of humanity due to the arrival of Sandales turned back into the cold golden sun at this moment, accumulating the power to take revenge on the four gods alone in the subspace.

While Sandales was having a high-intensity soul communication with the Emperor, the top-ranked Sanguinius had already asked Malakin and others to stay where they were, while he rushed straight to the source of the roar.

When he saw the Flesh Tearers rushing into the Lower Nest wielding their butcher knives even against their fellow planetary defense forces, anger washed over him like a tide.

The golden sword burst out with a speed far exceeding that of Sanguinius. Even without the pair of wings, Sanguinius's movements were so fast that the Flesh Tearers could not catch his figure at all.

Even Gabriel Seth, the Flesh Tearers' Chapter Master, only felt a flash before his eyes, and then a terrifying impact force directly acted on his power armor, knocking him straight out.

Normally, he should have been furious after being attacked, but at this moment, the gene seed in his body only felt excitement and fear.

At first he didn't quite understand, but when he looked up at the figure who was beating up his fighting brother, he could no longer lift his hands to fight back.

In other words, even if he wanted to lift it, his body would not allow him to do so.

I'm Chao? My father is alive?

"Father?"

Originally, Seth wanted to call out his father's name, but the only response he got was an angry fist from Sanguinius.

He certainly would not use a sword to attack his offspring, at most he would use it to parry, and the way to teach these offspring to walk on the right path required relying on his hands.

After picking up Gabriel Seth's power armor with one hand, Sanguinius directly stripped off the chapter master's helmet, and his golden eyes stared at his offspring who embraced the bloody hunger.

He was very glad because these descendants still kept that last red line. Although the influence of the Scarlet Hunger was deeply rooted in them, they would only let the Scarlet Hunger erupt when they were completely excited in battle.

Rather than immediately embracing the Crimson Thirst the moment you enter battle.

"I taught the Blood Angels to never succumb to the curse of the Crimson Thirst. I spent my entire life searching for a way to resolve this curse for you, even hesitating before making a deal with the devil."

"And what are you doing now?"

With every word Sanguinius spoke, Gabriel Seth felt as if a knife were stabbing into his heart.

If he still had some doubts about the identity of the person in front of him just now, then when this sentence entered his ears, his whole body was instantly soaked in cold sweat.

In this world, there is nothing more painful than being blamed by the father of genes.

Even though they had only met for less than half a minute, the genetic seed in his body had already clearly conveyed the identity of the person in front of him to his brain.

"I beg you to forgive us."

"I can forgive you, but what about the compatriots you killed?"

In the end, Sanguinius did not punch Seth in the face. Perhaps he was soft-hearted at the last moment, but perhaps it was also because the time for this accidental top number was over.

"After all this is over, I will come and talk to you about this matter. Before that, you must confess your sins to me."

After shaking his head slightly, Sanguinius threw Seth to the ground with a little disappointment, and then handed over the control of the body to Sandales, who had just been kicked back by the Emperor.

It's not just Seth and the others who need to calm down at this time, I also need to calm down.

The corruption of his offspring almost made him furious, and the Blood God's triumphant laughter almost broke through the sky of the war curtain.

If a voice that had been separated for thousands of years had not suddenly sounded in his mind, he would have probably thrown that last punch driven by rage.

"Long time no see, brother."

Chapter 39 Horus: Children, I am back

"I thought you murderers would be beaten into fools by your father, but I didn't expect your father to be so merciful and let you go."

"That's better than you guys siding with the Empire at the Battle of Badab."

After reuniting, the two chapter leaders engaged in a verbal battle. If they could get along on equal terms before their father's return, they became rivals after his return.

Both sides are eager to reveal everything the other has done in the past.

Malakin used Seth and his men's attacks on mortals and their compatriots as a starting point to lament their severity.

Seth hits the nail on the head by showing that the Weepers sided with the traitors at the Battle of Badab.

If Sandres hadn't been squatting in the corner at this moment, the two of them would probably have started fighting with their fists on the spot.

"Brother, what do you think father is doing right now? Why did he become like this after beating us up just now? Does father still have some grievances against us?"

A Flesh Tearer who was beaten badly by Sanguinius came to the Senai brothers.

He was a little confused at this time.

Their father was clearly punishing them for their behavior just now.

Why are you squatting in the corner and starting to reflect on yourself now?

"Of course I have opinions about you, but that's not the reason. Father might be having some issues right now. You know, he knows a lot of things that we don't know."

"Could it be that this separation of tens of thousands of years has caused Father to experience some pain that we are unaware of?"

I don't know if it hurts or not, but if you were to fall into a black rage just by hearing that name, you would get beaten up again by Daddy right there and then.

At this moment, the Senai brothers tried their best to suppress the urge to say the name they heard.

The reason is simple. That name is like a catalyst for battle among the Blood Angels and their major chapters. Even their Weepers can't help but feel their hands itching when they hear this name.

"So what should we do now? Should we continue with the mission, or wait for father to come and give new orders?"

"I don't know. Let's wait and don't act rashly."

After implicitly placing his body between his brother and Sandiles, Senai couldn't help but wipe the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.

As the most elite scout in the chapter, he heard the name of the former Primarch of the Luna Wolves, Warmaster Horus, almost at the moment his father returned his body.

Although he didn't know why his father mentioned the traitor's name at this moment, the fewer people who knew about this, the better.

Sandales, hiding in the corner, was now immersed in a conversation with the other two Primarchs in his soul. After the Emperor personally reshaped his soul, he only felt that his soul had now become a library.

He could now easily review all the memories of the two original fragments in his body, and borrow their combat skills from their lifetime to fight the enemy.

However, the corresponding price is that I have to listen to the chattering of the two original bodies in my body every day.

When he learned the name of the other Primarch, he felt that the Emperor was clearly plotting against him.

Because that old Deng seemed to be planning to stuff all the fragments of the Primarchs who died in the civil war into his own body, making him work overtime constantly.

Moreover, under the stimulation of the second original body fragment, he clearly felt that his body seemed to have changed again.

The muscle level that was originally considered only strong began to develop towards a strong level.

Plus, my shoulder blades are a little itchy, as if something is going to grow...

"Your existence proves one thing: the Emperor successfully saved that plan."

"So what was the original plan? Can you please stop hiding it from me like a fool? You were the Warmaster back then, you should know what it feels like to have the truth kept from you."

"Can't you read my memories? Go and see for yourself!"

"I'm not going to watch this! Your memory is like film, where do you want me to start? What? You want to watch a documentary here first and then deal with the demon host outside?"

Looking at Horus Lupercal who was only concerned with hanging out with Sanguinius, Sandales felt a headache coming on.

The warmaster before him had indeed not concealed any corner of his memory from him.

But the problem was that the other party's memory spanned hundreds of years. All the memories from his arrival in Cthulhu to joining the Great Crusade and finally launching the rebellion were laid out before his eyes like a film.

If time permits, I might even think of bringing out a bottle of wine and drinking it while enjoying this first-person perspective documentary that spans hundreds of years.

"It's actually not something shameful. Have you heard of the Second and Eleventh Legions?"

Horus's smiling face with a bald head was now looking at Sandales. He had made a huge mistake in his life, and now, he didn't expect that he still had a chance to make up for it.

The most important thing is that he was able to reconcile with the brother he had killed with his own hands. This is what Horus cares about most now.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not from ten thousand years ago."

In response to Sandales's answer, Horus just smiled mysteriously.

"That's hard to say. You may not be from this era."

"When that bastard Russ speared me out of that controlled body on the Spirit of Vengeance, the Spear of Russ also allowed me to see some things about those two legions."

Horus placed a hand on Sandales's shoulder in a familiar manner, the same way he had placed his hand on Fulgrim's shoulder.

"Before Russ found his way to the Space Wolves, he had always considered himself the Emperor's executioner. The disappearance of the Second and Eleventh Legions was closely related to him."

"Although I don't know why those two legions were wiped out, it was definitely Russ's doing."

Sandiles' eyes looked a little strange. What did this plan have to do with the two disappeared legions?

Since he didn't know the inside story, he didn't interrupt Horus rashly, but temporarily suppressed this question in his heart.

But Horus saw through Sandales's little thoughts at a glance. Although he was a new seed that was growing vigorously, he was still too young compared to veteran Primarchs like himself and Sanguinius.

Even Ryan, the beast who pretends to be a civilized man, is much better than Sandales in terms of intuition and vision.

"You also know that each legion has its own Primarch. So guess where the Primarchs of the Second and Eleventh Legions went?"