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

Chapter 40: Sandales: No, I have to wake up Guilliman to work overtime for me

Horus looked at Sanguinius, who just waved his hand with a helpless expression.

"Think about it again. Why did the Emperor come to you a few months ago instead of sending the fragment of Sanguinius to you when you arrived in Valentino?"

"Don't you think your current experience is very similar to what we experienced back then?"

Horus's simple question was like a huge bomb dropped into Sandales's mind, and the meaning of his words was very clear.

If he could still consider himself the bearer of Sanguinius before, now he is no longer just a bearer.

"So, I..."

Horus's big hand rubbed Sanguinius' head twice, and finally walked back to Sanguinius again.

"Though those two legions were wiped out, the things their primarchs left behind are still very valuable. We can't let them go to waste."

"The legacy we recovered from them is an irreplaceable treasure. Your soul, growing like a tree, is part of it. Without the soul essence refined from their two Primarchs, how could it contain the fragments of Sanguinius and me?"

"A certain old man once consulted the Emperor's notes and attempted to use this essence to create a new Primarch. However, the plan ultimately failed halfway, and an imperfect product that could not grow was left on this world."

Having said this, Horus stopped talking and just pointed his rough finger at Sandales' body, letting Sanguinius take over the conversation.

"Later, the Emperor secretly added some ingredients and threw this experimental subject with a brilliant soul to Valentino, a planet that neither the Empire nor the Warp cared about."

"Then the Emperor began to use the fragments left behind by the other Primarchs as screws, little by little, to make up for all the shortcomings of this imperfect experiment."

Sandales was almost dumbfounded now. He had never thought that he was involved in so many things, even related to the plan of Prime Minister Malcador.

Just as he said, everyone in the empire is like a screw keeping this huge machine running.

And now these fragments from the original body have become the parts that make up a new original body like himself.

"So, my brother, this is why I did not contradict you when you said you were Sandales and not Sanguinius."

"In my eyes, you are a brand new existence from the beginning to the end. You are yourself, not anyone else."

“We are just parts you can use, not the basis of your identity.”

Sanguinius also looked at Sandales with a smile on his face.

From the beginning to the end, he looked at Sandres as a brother, and it never changed.

Perhaps because he had a strong ability to accept things, Sandales did not ask too much about the inside story of the matter, but accepted the fact calmly.

After all, what good would it do him to ask more questions?

This is already a fact. He can't ask the Emperor to take out these two fragments again, right?

No wonder the emperor agreed so readily when he asked me to pay him the salary just now, but when I asked him to take out the fragments, he refused without hesitation.

So this is the crux of the matter!

No, doesn't that mean I'll have to work overtime for the Empire in the future?

Wouldn't his original wish of letting Sanguinius take over his body while he hid away and did nothing be dashed?

(Horus, Sanguinius: What a coincidence, brother, we thought so too)

"So the reason you're laughing so happily now is..."

"This body is yours, so you're the one doing the work. The two of us just need to watch from the side. At best, we'll just take over for a while from time to time. It's pretty easy."

The expression on Sandales's face had frozen, while the smiles on Sanguinius and Horus's faces grew brighter.

As early as the Great Crusade, these brothers had fantasized about whether one day in the future they would be able to live a life without having to work at all. They never expected that their wish would be realized today in an abstract way.

They really don't have to work because they leave the work to someone else.

"Oh, by the way, there's something I need to tell you. If you ever see Abaddon, remember to lend me your body. I need to have a good talk with that brat."

"Let him explain to me what it means that the era of the Primarchs is over."

Sandiles no longer wanted to say anything to Horus. After all, he didn't know how long he would have to work overtime in the future.

Even the Ultramarines Primarch who had already sat down in the stasis position on Macragge... No, I should call him Thirteenth Brother.

In short, even he was called back by the emperor to work, so he didn't dare to think about who else would be called back by that bandit to work overtime in the future.

"So my physical shortcomings have been made up now?"

"You wish! You are still far from being a complete Primarch! If you want to be a Primarch, you must first master some psychic powers."

"So what do you mean?"

"After a while, another brother might come in, but we need to let you take it easy first. After all, eating two at once will easily make you full."

"...boil it!"

Brother Senai, who was originally waiting for Sandiles outside, was resting with his eyes closed, but a subtle movement in the distance immediately caught his attention.

A numerous and noisy sound of footsteps was coming towards him from a distance, and it was obvious that their target was his father.

Seth and Malakin, who were originally bickering, stopped their chattering at the same time and immediately tacitly integrated their fighting brothers.

It was a huge army of Khorne demons. Kabanha, who had been waiting for a long time, could not wait for the arrival of Sandiles. He became more and more impatient and simply sent the demon army to find Sandiles directly.

Facing the surging demonic tide, Malakin and Seth felt their scalps tingling almost at the same time.

They only had dozens of fighting brothers, while the enemy's numbers far outnumbered theirs. Even if they had the chance to unleash all their ammunition, it would be impossible for them to repel the enemy under such a demonic tide.

"Be prepared! Protect... huh?"

Just when Malakin and Seth ordered to protect the Father of Genes, Sandiles, who was squatting in the corner, suddenly jumped out, picked up a mace snatched from the Flesh Tearer and rushed into the demon tide.

Immediately afterwards, the two chapter commanders and many battle brothers saw what a crushing battle looked like.

The sword of hope chopped off the head of each demon with precision and swiftness, while the raging fire burned everything around it to ashes.

The mace was being used to great effect, with the shaft of the mace constantly smashing the heads of demons one after another at various tricky angles.

All the attacks directed at Sandales were dodged by him with an almost impossible move, and could not touch him at all.

Sandales relied on the two primarchs' completely different fighting styles to shuttle through the demon tide, and killed people indiscriminately in anger under the gaze of the confused Blood God and Malakin.

At this moment, even if a devil saw Sandiles' current appearance, he would exclaim that he saw a devil more evil than himself.

"Lao Deng! You're plotting against me! I don't want to work overtime!"

Chapter 41 "Preventing You from Going the Wrong Way, Brother"

It turns out that the joys and sorrows of different beings are also different.

When Khorne was still dreaming about getting the gold card, the demons under his command were almost beaten into idiots.

After obtaining the fragments of Horus, Sandales could clearly feel that the fighting style between this Primarch and Sanguinius was completely different.

If Sanguinius's fighting style is swift and flexible, he attacks the enemy's weaknesses.

Horus was extremely powerful in battle, and when he got the chance during the fierce battle, he would kill his opponent with a single blow.

This fighting style is simple and direct, and is very close to the fighting style of Khorne demons.

So much so that Khorne in the Warp is now almost getting high, and the roar of laughter continues to echo in the curtain of war.

The noise was so loud that the other three people and a certain Taiyang who was sitting on the toilet like him wanted to slap him.

"Are you sure this is our father? Why does he look so much like that guy?"

"I can't really say. He does look a bit like that guy, but the father himself is definitely not fake."

Seth and Malakin no longer thought about arguing, but instead started discussing something together.

Although the person who is currently killing everyone in the demonic tide is indeed the image of their father, why does the shadow on the ground look more and more like a big bald man?

Although neither side named the person.

But in the hearts of the battle brothers of the two regiments, that name was already on the verge of coming out.

"Captain, are we really not going to support Father? Many of our brothers cannot bear to see Father fighting alone in the demonic tide."

As the two Chapter Masters conversed thoughtfully, Seth was approached by a Battle-Brother of the Flesh Tearers.

Perhaps it was the sight of Sandales fighting alone in the demonic tide that evoked the darkest moment they could remember ever witnessing.

So much so that some Flesh Tearers began to see in their minds the scene of the Gene-Father facing off with the Warmaster Horus with sword in hand on the Vengeful Spirit.

The curse of black rage began to spread silently among the Flesh Tearers.

If the scolding just now had not been still echoing in their minds, the Flesh Tearers would most likely have rushed directly into the demonic tide to embrace the excitement of battle brought by the black rage.

"Father's orders are for us to stay here, so tell them to hold on."

"Father has already returned to their sight, yet they still want to let the curse control them. Anyone who embraces the curse at this moment is effectively removing themselves from their father's sight."

Without a second thought, Seth rejected the Flesh Tearers' idea of embracing Blackfury and joining the battle.

I have no objection if you want to lose the big picture for the small.

But don't bring me into disfavor with my father.

I just hugged Bloodthirst and my father was so angry that he almost twisted my head off.

If you embrace Hei Nu now, what if he accidentally strikes our father with his sword later?

By then, the brothers around you will think you are Horus.

Then I won’t save you!

"But Chapter Master, some of our brothers can no longer bear it."

"What are the others doing? He can't help it, can't he ask the other brothers to help him hold it back?"

The Flesh Tearer who came to find Seth hadn't reacted at first until the former raised his chin and asked him to look around.

What's the point of looking around? What can this determine...

Sigh——(retracting weapons)

"What did you want to do just now?"

"It's nothing, brother. We just want to stop you from going down the wrong path."

you fart!

You clearly just wanted to hit me on the head with the sticks in your hands, didn't you?!

Seeing their little idea being discovered, the Weepers who had retracted their weapons and the Flesh Tearers who were still able to remain calm silently turned their helmets in the other direction, hoping to cover up the awkward atmosphere with this action.

The regiment is a whole. They are still able to remain calm at this moment and refuse to embrace the curse. They will never allow their battle brothers around them to embrace the curse.

So if anyone dares to show even the slightest sign of accepting the curse in front of his father, don't blame the brothers for being merciless when they strike.

That stick really hit you on the head!

Seeing that the Senai brother from the Lamenters was eager to hit him on the head with a stick, the Flesh Tearer walked back to his original position in embarrassment.

Then he silently took a stick used for knocking people out from his fighting brother beside him.

Whoever wants to hug me can do so. I won’t hug you anyway.

I would rather hug my father than curse him.

The battle of Sandiles did not last too long at this time. After he had chopped down 88 Khorne vanguards in a row, the surrounding Khorne demons were now a little frightened.

They do yearn for endless battles and the rewards of being bathed in the blood god, but this does not mean that they will give up their lives.

The fighting power of this big man in front of him is almost enough to kick a certain Angron off his seat and then sit there himself.

Who dares to go up?

As long as the person in front of him said the words of blood sacrifice to the Blood God and skull sacrifice to the skull throne, the Blood God would dare to move his butt from his seat and come to greet him.

They even built a bloody duel arena specifically for this big daddy at the center of the battle curtain, which belonged only to him.

"Anyone else want to die? I wouldn't mind giving some of your skulls to your master on that Piyanka skull throne."

The demons did not move.

"If you don't come over, then I will go over!"

The demons took a step back.

"No, I'm asking you guys, are you still Khorne demons? The other demons are rushing over to fight, but you guys are rushing to retreat, right?"