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

That was Lucius of the Emperor's Children Legion, known as the Undying.

This abomination chose to completely betray the glory of the Emperor and dedicated himself entirely to the Lord of Pleasure. His once elegant and perfect body had now become mad and ridiculous.

Although the military department's archives clearly record several attempts to kill Lucius, he still appears in the real universe again and again and plots many conspiracies against the empire.

And it is obvious that Lucius's arrival must be related to Fulgrim.

Due to the loss of control over the Mid-Nest, the atrocities of the Warp believers are escalating, the screams and cries of death of civilians are endless, and the confrontations between the defenders and the enemy are also ongoing.

In order to stop the two demon engines as much as possible, the armored forces of the planetary defense force are trying every possible way to attack the weak points of these filthy creations.

However, the artillery shells, missiles and other attack methods they used failed to cause much effective damage in the face of the defense devices that the two demon engines could not understand.

The two filthy creations were still moving towards the core area of the middle nest, while using other weapons on board to carry out precise strikes on the armored forces of the defenders.

The Weepers and Flesh Tearers remaining in Midhive are launching an attack on the traitors of the Emperor's Children with the cooperation of the planetary defense forces.

But this time, the number of the Emperor's children coming was too great.

During the flight, he even saw an assault force composed entirely of Terminator power armors attacking the Anglican Church.

And that is where Valedin and Mountbatten are located.

They were relying on the terrain outside the church to block the enemy and buy time for the evacuation in the rear.

"No, if we let those Terminators rush to the front line, then this line of defense will be completely broken, and then it will be over."

Now that he had found Valedin, Sandiles simply dived down, his speed even exceeding the limit of what the mortal eye could capture.

Among that team of Terminator assault troops, only the truly experienced veterans of hundreds of battles sensed the impending danger.

The traitors rolled to the side to avoid the attack before the sharp blade in his hand could cut through their heads.

Those who failed to dodge had their heads chopped off or split in half by the sharp blade in his hand.

The Terminator power armor, which is extremely powerful for other warriors, is as fragile as tofu in front of Sandales's sharp blade.

"Who! Stand up... How is it possible!"

The commander of this Terminator assault force originally wanted to see who would dare to attack them so boldly.

But when that figure in golden armor and white feathers came into view, all that remained in his heart was fear.

The other person is now facing away from him.

He prayed with his last glimmer of hope that this person was not the guy he imagined.

Even if there were dozens of Holy Blood Guards, it would still be much better than the one he could imagine.

"So your cowardly father, my brother who betrayed humanity, only allowed you to come to Valentino?"

"Sure enough, just like ten thousand years ago, he doesn't even dare to face me, right?"

Sandales slowly turned before these Emperor's Children, clad in Terminator power armour, and with his own image brought the final fear to these traitors.

"Archangel! You're back!"

"Yes, I'm back. Didn't that guy Fulgrim tell you that he had met me a long time ago?"

The moment he uttered the last word, Sandres' body left a trail of afterimage.

The burning sword in his hand quickly approached the neck of the traitor in front of him. Before the team commander even had time to raise the scimitar in his hand, he saw his headless corpse through his sight.

He made quick work of the Terminators, and while they were stronger than the average Astartes Traitor, they were still no match.

After shaking his head slightly, Sandales flapped his wings again and flew towards Valedin and the others.

As Sandales approached, the defenders, who were already on high alert and extremely nervous, almost pointed their guns at him, until they were warned by the descendants who recognized the identity of the Father of Genes and then put down their guns.

If anyone dared to fire at this person at this moment, the Astartes behind him would immediately tear him to pieces.

"Father, we have been holding the line."

"You're doing great. Keep it up. We need to buy time for the evacuation of the rear."

The return of the Father of Genes has once again filled the Astartes stationed on the defense line with strength. The enemy's light is sending them a signal.

That is the father of genes being with oneself.

As long as the glory of Sandales still shines before their eyes, they can make all the attacking enemies crash into their own front and cause them to bleed.

"You're back pretty promptly. I thought you'd have to wait a while longer."

"The situation at the lower nest is better than I thought. Those guys aren't united. They're hindering each other, and in the end, no one gets any benefit."

Sandales looked at Valedin and Mountbatten who were walking towards him.

Old man Valedin was still the same as before he went down. Although he could not directly participate in the battle, he could still provide limited support to the soldiers with his psychic power.

But Mountbatten's condition was worse than he had expected.

The other person looked very tired, with a hint of frustration between his brows.

"My lord, I failed."

Chapter 50: Enemies from the Former Military Academy

Sandiles was stunned at first, then he keenly realized that the other party was talking about asking him to activate the Titan.

"Did something unexpected happen?"

"No, my lord. Although the Titan's body is perfectly maintained, its soul also has a lifespan."

During the two days that Sandales was fighting in the lower nest, he had been staying in the Anglican Church, trying to start this behemoth that could turn the tide of the battle.

But no matter prayers, sacrifices, or even physical means, they could not activate any component of this Titan mecha or awaken its machine soul.

The Titan seemed to be truly asleep and did not respond to any of their efforts.

I cannot accept such a result but I am helpless. I can only try again and again, but it ends in failure every time.

It was not until the two demonic engines of the heretic appeared on the land of Valentino that he was startled out of the church by the vibration.

"This Titan was not included in the Imperial records. It's as if it never existed. The Mechanical Magos who recovered this Emperor-class Titan never reported it to the Mechanicus or the Ministry of Munitions."

"This Titan seemed to appear out of thin air, and I noticed that it had many different types of components and weapons, as if it were pieced together."

Mountbatten forced himself to stay awake and forced his tired eyes open despite the drowsiness.

The brilliance of Sandales had restored a little of his spirits.

But that's just a little bit.

During his inspection of the Titan, he discovered that it had experienced a battle that was powerful enough to dismember it, and the only original parts left were the core cockpit and reactor.

Even the hull components and void shield generators were dismantled and reassembled from the wreckage of other destroyed Titans.

"Have you figured out the identities of those Ecclesiarchs?"

"They are Skitarii of the Mechanicum. To conceal their identities over the past few decades, they have attached a layer of artificial skin to their mechanical bodies, allowing them to continue to maintain and service this Emperor-class Titan with their own hands."

Sandales now understood.

The reason why the Mechanicus Sage dared to leave this thing to Joe Feis was in exchange for the STC template.

Purely because this thing can never be pulled back to Mars.

The kind that can't even be reported.

After all, who would dare to commit such a patchwork act of blasphemy against a divine machine?

If those nitpicking guys on Mars were allowed to find out the source, then the mechanical sage would have reached the end of his rope.

Compared to this, it would be better to leave this pieced-together Emperor-class Titan in Valentino and exchange it for some more valuable STC templates to bring back to Mars.

"Is there really no way to wake it up? If this Titan can't be activated, our next battle will be in big trouble."

Looking at the two huge monsters approaching here from the eastern wasteland, even Sandiles began to feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.

If they tried their best to carry out a high-intensity decapitation operation, he and his descendants might be able to destroy these two demon engines.

But if that happens, the casualties will definitely be frighteningly high.

Maybe both of these regiments will be defeated by Valentino today.

The most crucial thing is that the Emperor's Children and Slaanesh Daemons who have already launched an attack on the Midhive will definitely do their best to prevent him and his descendants from approaching the Daemon Engine.

Looking at the Valkyrie Squadron in the sky that was constantly venting firepower at the Demon Engine under artillery fire, Sandiles silently prayed for them.

Now, the only ones that can directly break through the firepower network and cause damage to the Demon Engine are the Valkyrie aircraft and the armored artillery units of the planetary defense forces.

"I'm sorry, my lord. Although the answer is very unacceptable, I have no better way to awaken this Titan."

In fact, Mountbatten almost hated himself now.

He had noticed something unusual about some of the rooms in the church but hadn't mustered the courage to ask his teacher for the details.

If he had acted earlier and performed a series of machine soul awakening rituals for this Titan in advance, would the situation today be different?

In his heart, he had already silently blamed himself for today's predicament. It must be because of his cowardice and weakness that the Titan's machine soul could not be effectively preserved.

"Don't blame yourself, Mountbatten. Everything has its destiny. I will go with the soldiers to deal with those two damned creatures."

"Now I give you another task. This reliquary contains a dagger that houses the souls of Orpeth and other victims. I want you to place it in the safest place."

"They deserve to sleep."

Mountbatten stared blankly at the reliquary that Sandales handed to him, and then took the heavy treasure with trembling hands.

He failed to complete the task assigned to him by Sandales, but the other party still did not blame him. Instead, he gave him another crucial responsibility.

"Please try to rest for a while now. There may be other tasks for you to complete, but before that, you must first ensure that your physical condition is restored."

After expressing his concern to Mountbatten as kindly as possible, he looked at Valedin again.

There are some questions that I haven’t gotten answers to yet.

First of all, where did these two behemoths come from?

They can't stay on top of Valentino the whole time.

Secondly, what about that sonic railgun in the distance?

That shape and attack method are obviously the blasphemous creation of the Lord of Pleasure. There is no Dark Mechanicus on this planet. Who created that thing?

"I know what you want to ask, Sandrix."

Valedin raised his withered old hand slightly, then sighed.

"All of this was beyond our expectations. The Emperor's children arrived far too quickly."

"They broke through the blockade of the Upper Hive and spread panic and chaos to the Middle Hive. The heretics who had already infiltrated took this opportunity to leave the Hive City area."

"Remember the Gasliland Military Academy?"

Sandales followed Valedin's gaze and saw that it was where the Gaslilan Military Academy used to be, and where Andrea, Orpes and others had trained.

That was the only building on the hive planet of Valentino for large-scale training of planetary defense forces. Originally, this building should not have existed on this planet, but because the Sacfilo family was a military family, they finally built such a military academy under the order of Salazar.

"Those heretics chose the abandoned Gaslilan Military Academy as the site of their sacrifice, provocatively and ironically sacrificing their armed forces in the very place where they once trained our troops."

"That's where those two demon engines came from."

Extra: Hehehe, I definitely have some drafts saved up, and there will be big scenes and exciting things coming up, believe me? (????)

Chapter 51 Valedin: I'll go with you

(Two people you definitely won’t expect will appear next, guaranteed surprise)

(Also, I will start updating 10,000 words a day after it goes on sale, trust me)

He chose to accept this explanation.

This is indeed a very Emperor's Children approach, they will spare no effort in satirizing the Empire through various actions.

The behavior that Valadin described is just the tip of the iceberg among the countless abominable actions of the Emperor's Children.

"So, what about that sonic railgun?"

"Huh, sonic railgun? I think it's a torture generator."