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

Maladin sneered, then stared coldly at the sonic railgun that was continuously firing into the sky.

It was that abomination that destroyed the battle barges of the two chapters that were stationed in high-altitude orbit.

When the huge cannon rose from the top of the tower in the nobles' living area, he realized that danger was coming.

Even though a warning was sent to the fleet in high-altitude orbit as quickly as possible, only a very small number of frigates were able to leave the attack range of the orbital gun.

And as long as this railgun remains in place for even a second, the fleeing fleets must not enter high orbit, otherwise they will be destroyed immediately.

This will shatter the last hope of this planet.

"What do you mean?"

"See the bottom of that railgun? That's a reactor. The entire noble community of Valentino is concentrated inside it. The sonic attack emitted by the railgun is a variation of the screams of those tortured nobles."

Valedin was able to use his powerful psychic powers to directly sense the wails of the nobles from the soul level.

Those who indulge in pleasure and seek extreme excitement that they have never experienced are finally kicked into the abyss.

"It's ridiculous. That railgun destroyed a battle barge with just one shot. Its power is so great that I can't help but wonder how weak those nobles were to provide such a huge amount of energy for that railgun even under torture."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that the base of this railgun was built by them themselves. It seems it was originally built to provide them with those bizarre sensory stimulations."

After hearing this, Sandales had a rough idea of the origin of this railgun.

Those fat nobles with their heads on their buttocks, deceived by heretics, built a pedestal of exploitation that provided sensory stimulation as their own pleasure palace.

In fact, they had no idea that this thing was the energy source for the heretics' huge weapons. Maybe they were deliberately allowing the heretics to build military weapons under their noses.

"The armed structures above were probably built under the protection of those nobles. Initially, I was burdened by the immense pressure of my duties and was unable to investigate. Later, when I had a break, I realized that the so-called pressure was actually caused by the nobles."

Valedin's words revealed his contempt and disparagement for those nobles, but it was useless to say anything now, as those guys had been installed in the railgun like batteries.

Now, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't rush over and blow that thing up.

"Communicator, can you contact the Valkyrie Squadron?"

"Yes, sir, please speak."

"Can you hear me? Commander of the Valkyrie Squadron, I'm Sandales. I'll take over the command for now."

A voice that was not very clear but was barely audible came from the communicator. At the same time, noise mixed with the sound of artillery fire continued to come.

"I am Sebastian, the commander of the Valkyrie Squadron."

"I need you to shift your attack target to the orbital gun that is continuously firing in high-altitude orbit. Only by destroying that weapon can we receive support from the fleet."

"We can attack the railguns, but how do we deal with these two demon engines? The ground forces' artillery fire can't stop them."

After looking up at the retreating Valkyrie Squadron, Sandales gave Sebastian a firm answer.

"I will lead the elite troops to carry out the decapitation operation on the Demon Engine. Your mission is to destroy the orbital cannon."

"Understood, sir. We will complete the mission at all costs. Once we return to the airport and restock our ammunition, we will take off again."

Sandales had just taken the communicator away from his ear when he heard the last words coming out of the noise.

"Good luck, my lord."

"Good luck to you, too."

Valedin watched Sandres give such orders in silence. He just stood aside without saying any extra words.

It was not until Sandales put down the communicator in his hand that the old man, who had already made up his mind to die, spoke.

"I'll go with you. The two of us will take some troops to take charge of one of the Titans, and let Malakin and the others take charge of the other."

The first thought that came to my mind regarding Valedin's request was to refuse.

Given Valedin's physical condition, if he were to engage in another battle of such intensity, he would surely die.

For a hero who dedicated his entire life to Valentino and the empire, this was not the right ending for Valentino.

"I know you want to refuse me, but you'd better let it go. You can't get close to the demon engine alone under the cover of all that artillery fire."

"Not to mention the traitors on the ground, the weapons on the demon engine itself can shoot you down from the air."

"You need a bait."

Looking at Valedin's stubborn look, Sandales sighed.

Ever since I met Valedin, I knew what kind of person this old man was.

From a certain perspective, he is not much different from those stubborn members of the Mechanicus. If I don't allow him to carry out the mission together, he will definitely follow me secretly.

"If you go, you will definitely die."

"If I go, I'll die a good death."

Valedin just looked into Sandales' eyes.

In his heart, Valentino's current situation was closely related to himself.

That rail gun was the culprit that caused all this, and it was I who allowed the rail gun to be built.

If I could ignore the opinions of those nobles and force a review, there wouldn't be so many things happening today.

"Sandelius, you are now the Primarch of the Blood Angels, and you still have future duties to fulfill."

"And my duty is almost done."

"I am Valentin, the Inquisitor of Valentino! I bear the undeniable responsibility for everything that happened today!"

"I would rather die on the battlefield fighting the enemy than stay in a small house after retirement and wait for death silently!"

Chapter 52 Seth: You've already abandoned Azkalon, you can't abandon us

Sandales knew that he could not persuade Valedin, so he could only sigh in front of the old man.

"Are you just going to walk away and leave Valentino to Salazar?"

"I knew that guy wasn't dead. When you returned to the Middle Nest, his psychic energy was no different from a big lightbulb in my eyes."

"Don't change the subject. Are you really going to leave Valentino to him alone?"

It seemed that because they were old friends, Valedin softened his attitude at this moment.

From a certain perspective, this can indeed be considered an act of escape.

He handed over all the future tasks of the entire planet to Salazar, and then abandoned him and the planet, returning to the Golden Throne alone.

This statement doesn't sound very kind.

"My body is no longer strong enough to sustain me in high-intensity missions. Therefore, I'm simply a burden staying with Valentino. Rather than being an eyesore here, it's better to let me sleep forever."

"You are giving up on yourself. Salazar will not agree with you doing this."

"Don't worry, even though that old guy won't agree with me doing this, he can't stop me either. Or rather, he can't wait to do it too."

Having said that, Valedin seemed to be amused by a thought in his mind, and a smile appeared on his bitter face.

Although Sandales didn't understand what Valedin was thinking, it was definitely related to Salazar.

"I'll bet you a throne coin that Salazar and I will definitely find a way to throw all the future missions on this planet onto each other's heads."

"Maybe that guy is in some corner right now, thinking about how to get to the Golden Throne as soon as possible so that he can find a good spot to hide."

Hearing this, even Sandales couldn't help but laugh and cry.

The soldiers maintaining the front all smiled under their masks at this absurd joke.

They were the last batch of students at the Gaslilan Military Academy before it was abandoned, and they were also people who had worked with Governor Salazar.

In their minds, every one of those three old men was as stubborn as a stinky stone.

Only those with strong mental willpower could come up with such absurd jokes in such a critical moment.

"So you've really decided?"

"Is that true? If you could turn me back into my younger body, I wouldn't go with you even if you asked me to."

"It's impossible to make you younger now. Let's wait for the next life."

Sandales made a hellish joke, then turned his gaze to the demon engine that was striding forward without any hindrance.

Those two abominations were trampling the land of Valentino with rumbling sounds. He had to destroy them, otherwise he would not be able to win.

"Father, can we come with you? We'll do our best to draw the abomination's fire for you."

The Weepers and Flesh Tearers who had just warned these mortals came to Sandales. They could not just sit there and watch their father approach danger.

Even if this really has to be done, at least let them go to hell with their father.

"You can't follow them. The battle line here still needs someone to maintain it. Besides, this is an extremely dangerous decapitation operation. There's a high probability that no one who participates will come back."

Sandales refused the request to let all his descendants join the mission.

On the one hand, he didn't want these descendants to lose their precious lives because of this mission.

On the other hand, there must be some small ships left by the two regiments outside the orbit.

These last remaining Lamenters and Flesh Tearers will become the potential seeds of these two chapters, preventing them from being wiped out here.

"Father, are you doubting our determination to sacrifice?"

"No, I have never doubted your resolve, but I cannot allow your two chapters to linger on the brink of destruction because of my mission."

"Father, this is not a task for you alone, but a task you and we, the descendants of the Blood Angels, share."

Malakin's voice rang out at this moment, and they finally caught up with their father, following closely in his direction.

But what they didn't expect was that as soon as they arrived here, they heard their father's words that he planned to keep some of them away from the battle.

This is no longer just a matter of staying away from the battle.

Anyone who stays away from the battle at this time is equivalent to staying away from his father.

Their bloodline and genetic sequence have been separated from the Primarch for more than ten thousand years. They cannot continue to endure that kind of torture after seeing the Primarch's glory.

They could have endured the darkness, provided they had never seen the light.

"You must leave seeds for the chapter and cannot allow your chapter to end up being wiped out."

"If we just want to preserve the flame for the chapter, then we can start recovering the gene seeds of those brothers who died in the battle now."

Seth now took a step forward, past Malakin, and looked directly into Sandales's sight.

"Leaving the seeds behind is not difficult. What is really difficult is giving up the opportunity to fight with you."

"You cannot abandon us as you abandoned Azkalon ten thousand years ago."

Seth's words brought Sandales's consciousness back to Sanguinius' memory in an instant.

That's what happened to the Archangel before he went aboard the Vengeful Spirit.

The commander of the Sanguinary Guard at that time was Azkalon. In order to preserve the Sanguinary Guard of the Blood Angels, Sanguinius forced Azkalon to stay in the Royal Palace on Terra.

In this way, even if he eventually falls, the Holy Blood Guard can be rebuilt.

Thus, in the long and potentially dark centuries that lie ahead for the Empire, the Blood Guard and the 500 worlds of Ultramar will serve as the last beacon of reason and hope.

'Sometimes it is extremely difficult to give such orders, but it is an honor for them to go into hell with you.'

Although Sanguinius and Horus were comforting him in his sea of soul, Sandales still felt a little uncomfortable.

Executing orders and giving orders are two different feelings. If he could complete this dangerous task alone, he would definitely not bring Malakin and the others with him.

"Give the order, father, that we may go with you."

Sandiles turned around silently and looked at the civilians fleeing on the street.

"The 10th Recruit Company, the 9th Support Company, the 3rd and 4th Combat Companies will stay, and half of the 1st Veteran Company will stay. They will maintain the line here."

"Everyone else, get ready. Let's go meet those two disgusting things."

Chapter 53 Valedin: I am indeed a mortal

"You have destroyed the future of the empire and taken pride in the wailing and suffering of the civilians!"

"What on earth are you doing this for? Just for that ridiculous pleasure?!"