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

"clang--"

When the door panel was pushed open a crack, Sandres also heard the bell that Andrea had just mentioned.

But when he turned his gaze towards the source of the sound, he only saw Mountbatten lying weakly on the ground, and the big bell above his head was striking itself without anyone pulling it.

With his eyes slightly widened, Sandales immediately flapped his wings and flew towards where Mountbatten was lying.

When he carefully helped Mountbatten up, Mountbatten, who had barely opened his eyes, showed a satisfied smile as if he had died a good death.

"My Lord, I have found a way to awaken this Titan."

"Although the soul has a limited lifespan, its will endures forever. This Titan's machine soul has been worn down over time, but if another soul with a strong will were to flow in, it could be reawakened through resonance."

Mountbatten's voice was extremely low and weak, as if he was using the last of his body's strength to squeeze these words out of his throat.

The once robust body had now turned into a dead branch, just like Joe Feis who had been completely drained of energy while sitting on a psychic amplification device.

"The soul in the Orpeth Dagger cannot replace the Machine Soul. A human soul cannot bear the pressure of this massive machine."

"But Orpes and the others awakened it through memories and their own will."

Mountbatten pointed his finger at the huge platform in the distance which was equipped with various mechanical guide beams, and in the gap on it, the Orpes dagger was inserted.

But in the resonance of Sandiles' soul, the dagger that was originally active with the fire of the soul now seemed like an ordinary weapon. Instead, the entire church and its part buried deep underground were echoing with the fluctuations of will.

Mountbatten slowly raised his hand and finally shook Sandales' hand.

The almost blurred vision looked at Sandres' eyes that contained brilliance and the future.

"I saw the great Emperor and the dazzling golden throne. My teacher and Inquisitor Valadin were waiting for me there."

"They reserved a good position for me, but I didn't expect that even a single glance at the Emperor would nearly consume me."

Sandales did not say anything. This was not the time for him to talk to Mountbatten.

This loyal pastor used his last bit of strength to leave all the words he wanted to say in this world.

He knew that Mountbatten's destined glorious death was approaching, and he might be the one to send him to the end of this road.

"I hate my ignorance. The teacher had already anticipated our current situation. The Orpeth Dagger is the key to unlocking the Titans. The commander and his team members volunteered to become torches, carrying the flame of hope with their bodies and souls in a possible dark future."

"Now, the machine spirit has awakened, and the pieces are still complete. Only the last step is left."

"The long years have caused its reactor to stop functioning. The machine soul itself is unable to complete the connection with the body. It needs help."

"I need someone to build a spiritual bridge connecting my body to me."

Mountbatten raised his hand and pointed to an elevator not far away, which was the only passage leading to Titan's underground structure.

"Please take me there, my lord."

"Is there no other way?"

"My lord, there's no need to grieve for me. This is an honor. As for whether there's another way... don't you already know the answer?"

Mountbatten had a smile on his face, as if he had died a deserved death. The position his teacher had reserved for him was really good.

He could feel the honor surrounding him, the gaze of those martyrs who had already sacrificed their lives for the empire and their compatriots upon his soul.

This Anglican priest, born in Valentino, will have his name Mountbatten appear in Anglican documents.

These three words will be passed down on this planet forever, and the will and spirit represented by those words will inspire countless people to continue fighting against the dark future.

I will become the last torch and ignite the fire of hope where it should truly be.

Just like what I heard when I first met the teacher.

"Sacrifice creates hope. You must remember this."

Teacher, please forgive my stupidity. I only understand the true meaning of this sentence now.

It’s probably not too late...

Sandales did not say anything to retain him. Any words that tried to stop Mountbatten from rushing to his fate would be an insult to his great will and soul.

When a person truly understands what he should do, even the strongest rope in the world cannot pull him back.

Just as the Sisters of Battle had carried the wounded in the Upper Nest, he now carried Mountbatten's body as carefully as possible.

He could feel what Mountbatten was doing to his body.

Mountbatten burned his body's life force and transformed it into the most powerful psychic power possible.

At this moment, the pastor in his arms, who was like a dead branch, was like a surging star.

Turbulent waves of psychic energy surged through his body.

If we only talk about the field of psychic power, then Mountbatten at this time is not much inferior to his teacher Joe Feis.

Sandales carried Mountbatten's withered body into the elevator. No one entered any instructions, but the elevator started running on its own.

"Sir, would you like to use this last moment to chat?"

"You'd better save your energy to make yourself feel better."

"Haha... It's useless to take this little energy away. Besides, I can't take them with me. I might as well use it now while there's still someone to talk to me."

A wry smile appeared on Sandiles' face. That guy was almost the same as Valedin and the others. No wonder they could get together.

It's already this late, and you still have time to make such a cold joke here.

"I want to ask you a question. What can you see in the dark?"

As the sound of the elevator shaft kept running came, a meaningful question was put in front of Sandiles.

What can you see in the dark?

This question is difficult to answer.

"When I was studying with my teacher in the past, I discovered something."

“When the five senses of human beings are blocked, consciousness will completely escape back into the depths of the heart, hiding in the garden woven by memories and the past, curling up in a corner and shivering.”

"As a mortal, all I can see is my ordinary life."

"So I'm curious, as the Son of God, what do you see? Is it the glorious past of the Human Empire, or a future where it might rise again?"

Sandres actually wanted to know the answer to this question, so in the darkness, he slowly closed his eyes.

Consciousness drifts like a lone boat, moving forward continuously in the ocean of the soul.

He pushed aside the past and memories of Sanguinius and Horus, and stopped in front of a dusty door.

This door was very similar to the one leading to the outside world from the throne room of the palace, which he had seen in Sanguinius's memory.

He placed his hand on the door and after a brief hesitation, gently pushed it open.

The imagined golden light and harmonious scene between brothers did not appear. All he saw was the huge golden throne... and a figure that was not supposed to be sitting on it.

He has a thin body, deep eyes, a painful and resolute face, and a strong and resolute will.

in his eyes.

I saw the attachment to the world and the love for the human race.

There is also the reluctance to let go of a certain existence that is difficult to let go.

"Vice Chancellor Malcador..."

The elevator reached the bottom, and the jolt of stopping pulled Sandales' consciousness back to his body from the past.

What appeared in his field of vision again was a huge and regular circular reactor... and a seat sticking out from the reactor.

Sandales walked over step by step holding Mountbatten.

This may be the end.

"My Lord, what do you see?"

"I saw a greedy old man who wanted to gain more for humanity. He was pathetic, lamentable, and respectable. He gave up everything, including his most difficult existence, and even himself."

"Then he must be a great man."

"He's a great man, but you know what he's more like in my eyes?"

Mountbatten seemed to be very curious about Sandales's answer, so he silently looked at this person who was about to send himself to the end of his life.

"In my eyes, he is more like an old man who cares for me like an elder."

"Hehehe...I see."

He seemed to be amused by Sandres' answer, and also seemed to have understood something at the end of his life.

Mountbatten smiled contentedly and finally let out a long sigh.

"It turns out that the Son of God is also an ordinary person. How unexpected."

"We are human beings, and that is why we are compatriots."

After placing Mountbatten's body on the seat in front of him, Sandales took a step back and silently watched this loyal man who was about to say goodbye to the world.

"You still have your own responsibilities to fulfill. I wish you success in overcoming all obstacles and defeating all enemies who dare to covet humanity's bright future."

“At the same time, I hope you can find your own destination.”

Sandales did not answer, but watched silently as Mountbatten was connected to the reactor bit by bit.

Leaping blue flames ignited on Mountbatten's body, and flashing white arcs of electricity passed through his body like streamlines.

"I'll go ahead. Please take care of yourself."

Mountbatten made no sound of pain.

But after saying this, he turned into a point of light and disappeared.

The psychic energy ignited by life reignited the reactor, and the bridge built by will and soul reconnected the machine soul with his body.

The surging power spread from the reactor throughout the body, and energy once again flowed into the pipes and lines. The internal area that was originally only dimly lit was now illuminated by lights.

"I will follow you. May you rest in peace."

Sandales turned around and got back on the elevator he had come in by, and arrived back under the church bells amid the sound of machinery.

He reached out, grasped the hammer that was to strike the bell, and pushed it to hit the bell.

"clang--"

The bells rang through the empty church, and will once again descended upon this iron body.

Sandrix pushed the ram a second time.

"clang--"

Energy and power continue to flow, and all components start up again.

The hammer finally struck a third time.

"clang--"

The Titan's body buried deep underground began to tremble, and its originally dim eyes lit up with light.

No instructions are needed at this time.

The returning machine soul has understood what its role is this time from those memories and wills.

The divine machine is once again moving across the earth!

It will unleash its long-storing rage upon the enemies of humanity!

The constant vibration under his feet indicated that the huge monster had started to move its body again, and Sandales flapped his wings and quickly flew out of the church.

As soon as he left the church, he ran into several Sons of the Emperor who were trying to attack the defense line where Malakin was.

"A Primarch without weapons?"

He could see surprise in the eyes of these sons of the Emperor, but soon, this surprise turned into joy and greed.

The traitors in front of them saw themselves as defenseless prey, but there were still some smart people who chose to run to a safe place at this time.

"Father?! Why didn't anyone protect Father?!"

Malakin, who was fighting not far away, was surprised to see Sandales who had just returned to the battlefield out of the corner of his eye, but the surprise was soon replaced by horror.

Because standing in front of his gene-father were several fully armed Emperor's Children traitors, while his father was unarmed.

Malakin's shout attracted the attention of both the Sons of Sanguinius and the Emperor's Children, and both sides rushed towards Sandales's location like crazy.

The loyalists were almost driven crazy because their father had no protection, while the traitors were more excited because there was an unprotected Primarch here.