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

The demons all shook their heads.

At this moment, Sandales fell into depression.

He had just started to get the hang of it and had originally thought of taking this opportunity to familiarize himself with Horus's completely different fighting style.

As a result, before they had killed many demons, these guys were so scared that they dared not move forward.

Are you still demons under the Blood God?

Do you know that you are embarrassing him by doing this?

"Okay, you're neither leaving nor coming up, right?"

"It's okay. I'll just wait it out with you guys. I'll just sit here and wait to see when Kabanha comes over."

One of the vampires ran out, but the other demons remained motionless.

Because the surrounding Khorne army and bloodletters were afraid to move forward, and they refused to disperse the encirclement.

So Sandales had no choice but to sit down and see what they were going to do.

So the Weepers and the Flesh Tearers saw an extremely weird scene almost at the same time.

Their gene-father sat on a small hill of skulls formed by the heads of 88 Khorne warriors, looking depressed and bored at the Khorne demons around him who were surrounding him and worshipping him like their big daddy.

That image, they felt, was bigger than Kabanhaduskabrand.

Chapter 42 "Fly, child, it's time"

"Sanguinius!"

A roar that was enough to shake the entire lower nest crossed the space at this moment. The huge figure directly knocked down two walls and a whole set of pipes and rushed straight into Sandiles's sight.

Thick black smoke swirled around his muscular body, his skin was blood red, his chest was beating constantly, his bent arms were covered with copper rings and his limbs were hidden under bronze armor covered with battle scars.

A ferocious and excited smile appeared on the Eternal Roaring face, and his yellow eyes were full of madness and fighting spirit.

Its fangs were exposed, eager to taste the Primarch's blood.

"Today, you have returned once again, having gone through countless hardships, but there is still one last distance to go before we reach our destination!"

Before Sandales could reply, the figure swung the giant axe in his hand directly at him.

The strong smell of blood instantly filled the entire pipeline area.

Kabanha looked like he had just crawled out of a river of blood, with blood still dripping from the corners of his body to the ground.

The sudden stimulation made Sandales' body enter the extreme combat state in an instant, and the instincts of his battle-hardened body even surpassed the signals sent by his brain.

Before Kabanha's giant axe could get close to his head, he rolled over and dodged it.

Then he used the Sword of Hope to cut a wound on his calf that was burned by flames.

Kabanha naturally wouldn't care about this minor injury, but the slight pain it caused further irritated Kabanha's nerves.

It has been ten thousand years. I have been waiting for this enemy I have been thinking about for ten thousand years. The scars left by him still hurt on my body.

And today, he added new injuries to his body.

As the bloodthirsty devil of the Blood God, he had never been so obsessed with an opponent. With the return of this powerful enemy, he became completely excited again.

Even if Skarbrand comes today, he can't snatch this opportunity to fight away from me.

I will chop off Sanguinius's head with my own hands!

The giant axe fell straight to the ground, chopping off the hill of 88 heads of Khorne's soldiers where Sandiles had just been sitting.

There were even a few heads that fell directly in front of Malakin, Seth and the others.

Both of them saw in the dimmed pupils of these heads an emotion that no Khorne demon could possibly show - fear.

The sword in Sandiles's hand can completely kill demons, and these killed Khorne vanguards can no longer be resurrected in the warp.

"This is not the real Kabanha. His real body did not come."

Just as Sandales dodged Cabanha's attack again, Sanguinius' voice echoed in his ears.

As a former enemy, Sanguinius could tell that Kabanha was not his real body just by looking at Sandales.

You know, the original Kabanha was able to break his own legs.

Sandres' current physical strength has not reached his original level, but Cabanha is unable to hit Sandres, which in itself is a bit wrong.

'It is just a puppet body controlled by Kabanha's will, just like me in the past.'

Horus also noticed that something was wrong with Kabanha at this time, because the other party's movements were visibly slow to a certain extent.

As someone who had once been used as a puppet by the Four Gods, he knew very well what such a reaction meant.

A body that does not belong to you will eventually feel uncomfortable when used, and even a bloodthirsty maniac like Kabanha cannot avoid it.

Perhaps Kabanha could use his own fighting skills to judge whether the attack could hit.

But for the body he was using, even if he completed the estimate, he ultimately couldn't do it.

Malakin and his men almost immediately came behind Sandales, ready to support Sandales with long-range firepower, while Seth and his men were at the forefront of the battle line, holding grenade launchers and chainswords.

Although the other Khorne demons had no intention of taking advantage of the chaos to attack their lines, it did not mean that they did not need to take precautions.

It was not known whether it was their illusion, but the surrounding Khorne demons cooperated extremely well with their line and formed a circle together, encircling Sandiles and Kabanha.

The two sides were like forming an arena, with only Cabanha and Sandales fighting for their lives in it.

Despite Cabanha's size and strength advantage, his attacks were never able to land on Sandelles.

This made him even more angry and excited, and even the wings behind him began to emit flames.

"Just like when we first met! You once again savored the joy of slaughter! Answer me, did you feel a sense of release when you killed those 88 vanguards?"

He flapped his wings violently, weaving blood and sand into a mist.

The raised sand and blood mist blinded Sandiles' eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, Kabanha's giant axe was not far from his body.

If this continues, the giant axe will definitely cut him in half.

"I will chop off your head and place it among my most treasured collection!"

At this moment, the flexibility that Sandales inherited from Sanguinius became invaluable.

Controlled by instinct, his entire body was completely parallel to the ground, like a piece of falling paper.

Cabanha's axe blade almost brushed his hair, and Sandiles could even clearly see the tiny dents on the axe left by continuous fighting.

The sound of the wind and waves caused by the swing of the axe roared in his ears, almost making Sandres feel that his body was in a momentary spasm.

I now understand that Kabanha is unable to achieve perfect control over this body, and therefore cannot make the slightest adjustments to his attack movements...

"Father, be careful!"

Malakin's voice set off alarm bells in Sandiles' heart, and the sense of crisis coming from behind almost instantly spread throughout his body.

A copper bell tied to an iron chain was swinging towards him quickly.

That was the copper bell with a chain tied to the tip of Kabanha's wing bone. The previous attack was just a feint, and now it was Kabanha's real intention.

"I'm a little confused. Compared to ten thousand years ago, where are your white wings covered with feathers?"

Sandales originally wanted to use the sword in his hand to block the attack, or at least to relieve some of the force.

But a voice echoed in his mind. It was not the voice of the Emperor, not Sanguinius, and not Horus.

Old and kind, strong but weak.

"Fly, child, it's time."

Chapter 43 "Now, Demon, Round "

That was a real memory.

Sandiles only felt as if he was soaked in some kind of petri dish. The surrounding liquid made him feel warm, and the surrounding light allowed him to barely see the things in front of him.

A round quartz cover, or more precisely, a quartz cover filled with various nutrient reagents.

This memory did not belong to Sanguinius, nor to Horus.

But it belongs to yourself.

But in the past few decades, I have never had any impression of this memory in my mind.

It has never had any ripples in my mind, but it exists firmly in my memories.

"I'm sorry, my child, there's nothing I can do."

"Compared to that guy, my attainments in this area are still insufficient. I failed to give you a perfect body."

"But fortunately, I left you a pair of wings to fly."

He was an old man, his face was so old that there was not a single smooth spot on it, and wrinkles covered every corner of his face.

In the pupils buried deep in the eye sockets, Sandres saw self-blame, sadness and determination.

Malcador?

The former prime minister?

"The plan failed halfway, but a possible existence has descended upon this world."

"Forgive me, I know you long to fly in the sky, but now is not the time."

"The sky of Terra is already dark now. It does not belong to you."

"One day in the future, your wings will bloom in scarlet. You will reunite humanity's army. Like a star torch, you will once again light the flame of hope for humanity in the darkness."

As Makado spoke, he stroked his hand over the misty quartz cover and wiped away the mist caused by the heat dissipation of external equipment with his palm.

Ten thousand years have passed, and Malcador is no longer with us.

But when he looked into Macador's eyes again through his memories, the old man's eyes, which had been dull and lifeless, were now full of spirit and true self.

The corners of his wrinkled mouth lifted slightly, and a kind smile was imprinted in Sandiles' mind.

"Now, fly, it's time!"

Sandiles' consciousness was pushed back into his body, and the copper bell, which was larger than his entire body, was still rushing towards him.

Malakin in the distance was horrified at the impending attack, and Seth even planned to rush forward and use his body to block the copper bell that was about to be swung.

In front of him, Kabanha's hideous face laughed wildly, as if he had already seen the moment when he would drink the angel's blood and place its head on top of the collection.

"Your wings will bloom in scarlet..."

At this moment, Sandiles only felt that the flow of time around him was slowed down countless times, and the constant pain and itching on his back was urging him on.

The wings are not yet fully grown, but they are enough to soar.

Sandiles' legs suddenly leaped out, and the wings on his back turned from thought into reality at this moment.

The golden flames dragged a long tail in the air, and the white creature dragged Sandales' body into the air.

Kabanha watched all this in shock, letting the copper bell hit the air.

The person in front of him looked like Sanguinius, yet he was very different from Sanguinius.

Malakin, Seth and others, who were already as pale as death, had already made plans to die together with these demons.

They had the opportunity to send their father back to Barr from Valentino as quickly as possible, but they watched their father fall into danger.

At this moment, even the Weepers were irresistibly trapped in the curse of the Black Rage, their vision was almost completely dark, and all the demons present were no different from Horus.

They were laughing at their own and others' dereliction of duty, and once again stepped on their father's bloody body.

But just before they completely lost control, the sound of flapping wings seemed to stir up a strong wind, blowing away all the darkness in their sight.

Whether it was the Weepers or the Flesh Tearers, they all looked up at the sky above their nest.

The familiar white wings soared in the sky again, and the sword of hope in their hands cut through the curtain of darkness with flames. The golden light wrapped in warmth, dispelling the curse that was constantly indulged in their hearts.

Under the terrified gaze of the demons and the throbbing gaze of their offspring, Sandales, flying for the first time, crashed into Cabanha like a meteorite.

The golden flames were completely ignited at this moment, and the surrounding air was even wrapped and compressed together, forming a boulder with an exaggerated diameter.