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

But both the loyalists and the traitors seemed to have forgotten one thing, that is, even without weapons, Sandales's combat power was at the same level as the Primarch.

Just when the Emperor's sons were about to attack, Sandales suddenly appeared beside them. The traitor standing in the front had his neck broken on the spot before he could even move.

It was not until the pain of a broken neck hit his body that the traitor who was about to attack realized that he had made a huge mistake.

Even without weapons, the Primarch was not an enemy they could face. This suppression in basic physical combat qualities could not be compensated by weapons.

Before the Primarch, they were like babies with a knife; while the weapon itself might be lethal, they who wielded it were vulnerable.

"Don't be a traitor in your next life, promise me."

This was the last voice he could hear, and it seemed that the Blood Angels Primarch in front of him was speaking to him.

Looking at the Emperor's son falling to the ground, Sandales did not say anything extra. He simply left a word of advice after killing each traitor and continued to attack the next traitor.

Just as both sides were converging towards this place like goldfish scrambling for food, the entire church shook violently and attracted the attention of both sides at the same time.

Whether they were Weepers, Flesh Tearers, or the Emperor's Children, they were all so shaken by the violent shaking that they were unable to fight.

They felt as if a small mountain beside them suddenly began to move. The force that shook the earth made it difficult for them to keep their bodies steady. Only Sandiles, who flapped his wings and flew into the sky, could ignore such an impact.

Malakin and Seth watched in shock as the church behind them gradually rose into the sky. Then, a huge steel head appeared in their sight and briefly made eye contact with them.

They were so close that he could even see the mechanical components that were constantly focused in his eyes.

The body of the Emperor-class Titan, buried deep in the earth, reappeared in the sunlight. The sound of mechanical transmission continued to echo, and the shadow cast by the Titan standing up covered the entire battlefield.

Judging from the weapons it's equipped with, this Titan is even a thousand-year-old sacred relic left over from the Great Crusade.

The design styles of the Plasma Annihilator Cannons and Hellstorm Cannons carried on its arms are from the Great Crusade period. Although many Emperor-class Titans today still carry these two weapons, the clues can be seen at a glance in the design details.

The resources during the Great Crusade were so abundant that they could spend extra resources on special accessories for these weapons.

The auxiliary cooling system on these two giant weapons is one of the features that was added during the Great Crusade due to the rich resource base.

This system helps their weapons cool down faster, allowing them to deliver more deadly firepower in a shorter period of time than similar weapons.

As the body of this Emperor-class Titan continued to reappear, the multiple fixed firepower groups placed on its shell also began to come back online.

Fierce weapons such as three-barreled rotary laser blaster cannons and three-barreled parallel hell cannons were placed in front of the chests. There was even a terrifyingly large-caliber sky-punishment earthquake cannon that was maliciously pieced together between the crotch of the Emperor-class Titan.

If viewed from the ground, the caliber of this Sky Punishment Earthquake Cannon alone is enough to easily blow up the main gate of a huge steel fortress.

Behind this Titan are four sets of giant missile nests. Even with the naked eye, one can tell that each set of missile nests contains three warheads.

And conservatively speaking, it is loaded with at least vortex warheads.

The entire Titan model is a bit incongruous. If you have to say it, it looks like many different weapons are pieced together on one body.

Neither the type of leader nor the type of warmongerer.

In terms of its body, it is more like a flexible general-purpose attack platform like the Sovereign.

However, in terms of equipped firepower, it is more like a warmongering type that is inclined towards fire support.

"I'm back on the battlefield!"

The Emperor-class Titan's massive sound array system carried the Machine Soul's roar throughout the battlefield, and as its sound spread, the two sets of Void Shield generators built into its body came online again.

Compared to traditional Emperor-class Titans, his pieced-together body possesses an additional set of void shield generators.

The huge iron head glanced around at the ground and immediately distinguished the difference between the enemy and friendly forces, then raised its foot and stepped resolutely into the line of the Emperor's Children.

A giant iron foot, powerful enough to crush half of a Warhound Titan's body, came crashing down, shaking the entire battlefield like an earthquake.

Countless traitors of the Emperor's Children were crushed into pulp on the spot by the power of this kick, and the Chaos Poison Blade super-heavy tanks that attempted to suppress the Titans with firepower from a distance were directly blown into scrap metal by the Titans' Hell Cannons.

This terrifying modified cannon even retreated a distance when firing.

The warhead, which was powerful enough to destroy the world, landed precisely on the position of the Poison Blade super-heavy tank after a brief flight, directly causing an explosion comparable to a missile bombardment.

The air wave alone blew away the traitors who were protecting the tanks like fallen leaves, and those mortal fanatics who were not protected by power armor were turned into minced meat on the spot.

Sandales took advantage of the panic in the traitor's front to come to Malakin and his men, and took back the weapons and masks from the heir and commander Andrea.

They kept their promise and did not let a single traitor cross their lines.

The Astartes and the mortal troops cooperated well with each other, and the casualty rate was reduced to an incredible level. The death rate was firmly suppressed to a completely acceptable level, and the number of injured people was much less than expected.

The battle scenes from the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago seem to be reappearing today.

The mortal soldiers cheered from afar. The awakening of the Titans meant that the war they had experienced was finally coming to an end. They had been bearing the pressure of battle for too long.

Their bodies and minds have been lingering on the brink of collapse for too long. If it weren't for the people and things they care about, they would have collapsed long ago.

"Warriors, regroup! Those heroes who sacrificed their lives forged the fruits of final victory! Now is the time for us to make those traitors pay a heavy price!"

"All remaining air and armored forces are moving forward! The frigate Unbound Blood is entering the battlefield! Soldiers, follow me and charge!"

"For humanity! For the Empire! For our bright future!"

"go ahead!!!"

Sandales, who put on the Mask of Fortitude again, took the lead in charging from the air, and his entire body turned into a golden stream of light and leaped down.

With a roar, he plunged into the traitors' ranks, and with a single charge, he cut in half several Traitor Astartes in his path.

There were even two Emperor's children hanging on the Spear of Rage, screaming in pain as their bodies were pierced.

At this moment, the loyal warriors completely exploded.

The emotions that had been suppressed due to long-term combat pressure suddenly burst out like a flood. Even the most ordinary soldiers had already fixed bayonets on their laser rifles.

If the enemies in front of them fail to fall before the torrent they form, the bayonets in their hands will send them off.

Each of them originally had a peaceful life, but these traitors before them defected to the hateful enemy because of their weakness and cowardice.

They have destroyed everything for themselves, and now they are trying to destroy the lives of others as well.

This is impossible!

As long as there is one loyal person standing between these enemies and their loved ones, the traitors' evil goals will never be achieved!

Malakin and Seth were now overwhelmed by almost fanatical emotions.

Sandales's unreserved battle cry fully activated the hidden power of their gene-seed.

The superhuman organs implanted through 19 surgeries were stimulated by an unprecedented hormone. Blood flowed throughout the body with power, and the two hearts beat wildly like engines.

His blood vessels bulged and his face turned red.

Even breathing became heavy.

The fanatical war factor that had been buried in the genetic sequence for tens of thousands of years was reactivated, and the body was almost out of control as if it had been injected with a shot of powerful stimulant.

The loyalists' line rushed towards the traitors like a flood.

Seth took the lead, and his red power armor rushed into a group of purple Emperor's children.

The chainsaw sword in his hand opened and closed in all directions as if there was no resistance. Neither the power armor nor the flesh and bones could stop the power of the chainsaw sword's downward slashing.

The Emperor's Children, renowned for their exceptional skill, were unable to withstand his attacks, and these traitorous Emperor's Children were the ones slow to react.

Malakin's bloody blade attacked with great speed, each thrust severing the head of a traitor, and each swing was enough to cut down several of the Emperor's Children.

One man went on a killing spree and approached the Emperor's Champions of the Black Templars.

Completely liberating themselves at this moment, the Weepers, who no longer held back, erupted with a fighting power that was not in line with their usual image. Every punch they threw made the traitors in front of them stagger back repeatedly, while they continued to launch several attacks without any sign of fatigue.

The mortal troops faced the traitorous Astartes with their ordinary bodies, and the enemy, which they regarded as a scourge, was now as if it posed no threat at all in their eyes.

When a renegade Astartes is struck down by the Weepers or Flesh Tearers at their side, several mortal warriors will immediately rush to attack them.

Either stuff explosives into the gaps in their power armor, or pierce the weak points of their power armor with bayonets.

But no matter which method they use, it is enough for them to kill a terrifying enemy who is far stronger than them with their mortal bodies.

Such scenes were repeated throughout the battlefield, so much so that the powerful ones of destruction who were hiding and lurking in the subspace even wondered if there was something wrong with their eyes.

The Blood God, who failed to obtain Sandales, slapped his thighs repeatedly with a look of frustration, then waved his hand and ordered his demons to intensify the torture of Lucius.

Doesn’t this stinking snake toy like to possess people?

No problem, there are plenty of demons here for you to possess.

In exchange, you have to fight in the arena forever and get no pleasure at all.

The Lord of Change in the Crystal Library watched excitedly as the threads of all fate gradually intertwined, eventually forming new changes and endings.

Everything he did was to see the current result. A new existence represented countless new changes and possibilities.

Everything that was once a foregone conclusion is too boring.

But now, he has the motivation to continue playing in this great game.

In order to have more fun, he doesn't mind helping others cheat and giving that guy some chips.

In the end, it will all come back to you in another form anyway.

stamp--

"What are you doing? Don't touch me, I'm looking at something now."

The eyes of the Lord of Change, which grew in the palm of his hand, stared intently at the thread of fate that had now been twisted into a rope.

There is nothing more interesting now than watching fate begin to change again.

"Oh my god, that bandit is here to take what we agreed on..."

"Let him take it if he wants. Is there any need to come to me for such a small matter?"

"Do you mean to ask him to move the crystal pillar in the corner?"

What the hell?

The eyes on the Lord of Change's left hand suddenly turned to the place where Carlos was pointing.

Then he saw a bandit leader with golden light all over his body open a rift between the divine realms, and then try to bring the largest crystal pillar in the corner of his library back to the Golden Throne.

"Put it down! I didn't ask you to touch the crystal!"

"I'll just give you a Blackstone Fortress. Keep your dirty hands away from my things!"

62

Chapter 62 Horus: The Age of the Primarchs Never Ends.

The war between the Titans has begun.

After a brief battle, the Skitarii revealed the true name of the Emperor-class Titan to the loyal warriors.

The Great Will.

This Titan, who has been fighting since the Great Crusade, once experienced a war that was enough to destroy the world. It was a time of sorrow and one of the turning points in the decline of mankind.

Isstvan III was the battle where the former traitors wiped out the last loyal members of the legion, and it was also the final destruction of all the glory of the legion by these traitors.

The Great Will watched all the traitors on the battlefield with its own eyes, and its feet kept trampling the flesh of these culprits who destroyed everything on the ground.

His memory circuits still retained the horrific scenes on Isstvan III.

The Warmaster's ships unleashed a terrifying firepower on all the warriors on the ground. He coaxed the loyalists of the Legion onto the land of Isstvan III with words and dropped a biological bomb symbolizing destruction on them - the Life Devourer.

This weapon, powerful enough to corrode the flesh and bones of all living things at the molecular level, devoured the flesh of the vast majority of loyalists.

At that time, he was left on Isstvan III and no one cared about him. Lacking energy, he could only watch those loyal soldiers being devoured by this weapon.

He had seen the Emperor, or rather, all his current consciousness and soul were given by the Emperor.

He was equally loyal to the Emperor, and therefore he despised and hated those who betrayed him.

The Warmaster discovered him, and the destructive beam directly destroyed his body, even the void shield generator was blown into pieces.

"You are responsible for what happened on Isstvan III!"

The plasma annihilation cannon, which was equipped on him by someone unknown, was now firing at full power, and group after group of compressed plasma bombs were thrown into the line of the Emperor's Children.

The battlefield, which seemed to have been decided, was completely reversed in an instant. The powerful firepower of the Titans directly crushed the Emperor's Children's intention to surround and annihilate the Weepers and Flesh Tearers.

The machine soul of the Great Will was roiling in boundless rage, and everything before its eyes was so similar to the past of Isstvan III.

The traitors still surrounded the loyalists and intended to wipe out this last bit of strength.

I won't let the past repeat itself!

The revolving hell cannon almost wiped out all the fortresses and fixed firepower in front of it. The punishment hell cannon that someone had installed between his legs smashed all the armored forces of the traitors.