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

Although I don't like its installation location, I have to say that this weapon is very useful.

It was not like the regular model that he remembered originally, but had been specially modified. Each of its shells was almost equivalent to the explosion of a missile.

Just as the machine soul of the Great Will was about to continue killing the traitors, the horrific noise and the sudden explosion on the void shield drew his attention to the two filthy things in the distance.

He had never seen these things before. The former Warmaster had only used the warships obtained from the Emperor to attack the loyalists.

But the two filthy creatures before him definitely did not belong to the real universe.

The void shield created ripples, and the two huge enemies in front of him were trying to attack him.

At this moment, he finally found the sandbag he wanted, as he had nowhere to vent his overwhelming fighting spirit.

The reactor was roaring, and powerful force was flowing through his body.

The wills of those loyal mortals continued to flow through their bodies, and they all called the filth in front of them the same name - the demon engine.

At this moment, the body of the Great Will caused the earth to tremble.

The huge steel body like a mountain strode towards the two demon engines. All the weapons on board were fully fired at this moment, and countless shells were poured onto the two demon engines that were much smaller than itself.

The rotary hell cannon rained down a barrage of bullets on one of the demon engines.

The horrific fire from the Plasma Annihilation Cannon and the Hell Punishment Cannon tore apart the shield of another demon engine and nearly one-fifth of its body.

When facing each other head-on, the size advantage is irreversible, because a larger body means that one can carry more deadly and dangerous weapons.

The demon engine that was suppressed by the rotary hell cannon charged towards the Great Will, and the chaos chainsaw on its right side was buzzing.

The Emperor-class Titan in front of him didn't have any melee weapons. As long as he could get close to his body, victory would surely belong to him.

At least that's what the demon controlling this demon engine thinks.

But he soon realized how ridiculous this idea was.

Before he could rush to the front of the Emperor-class Titan, a missile nest had already risen between its ribs.

Three large-caliber missiles were aimed directly at his body, dragging out thick smoke and directly hitting his body.

The warhead directly shattered the shield, and the subsequent explosion blew him to the ground.

When he saw everything clearly again, a horrifying picture was deeply engraved in his sight.

This Emperor-class Titan was trampling another demon engine with its huge iron feet, while the weapons in both hands were almost touching the poor guy's face to annihilate him at the atomic level.

He even saw the Hell Cannon between his legs continuously firing at the core of another demon engine.

And then, this terrifying Titan turned his gaze towards him. Even though he was a demon from the warp, he had never seen such a complex and emotional look in a mechanical creation.

It was as if what was in front of him was not a steel structure, but a group of humans with huge bodies.

Another missile.

He was protected by a shield just now, but he fell to the ground because of the explosion of a missile.

At this moment, the shield was offline, and he could only watch the missile getting closer and closer to him. The missile spewing red flames hit his body as if it was carrying the revenge of mankind.

The armor-piercing bullet penetrated the outer armor and exploded directly inside the body.

In his last moment of consciousness, he could only see his shattered body through his remaining vision.

The consciousness attached to the Daemon Engine was banished back into the Warp.

The Great Will kept lifting its feet and then suddenly stepped down, using inertia and huge applied force to crush the demon engine beneath it into a piece of iron.

The rage that had been accumulating for ten thousand years was released at this moment, but the Great Will was by no means satisfied with this.

He hasn't killed all the traitors yet.

The Titans' victory inspired other friendly forces fighting on the ground.

The sword in Sandales's hand kept slashing across the necks of traitors one after another, killing these traitors who should have turned into mud ten thousand years ago one by one.

The tide of loyal Astartes and mortals eventually overwhelmed the traitor lines, and the loyalists, already bloodthirsty, did not hesitate.

There were even some soldiers who were injured but did not have time to retreat, so they simply hugged the thermal bombs and died together with the enemies in front of them.

They intended to drag the souls of these traitors before the Emperor, so that the sin-laden being could recount all the mistakes he had made in his life.

The traitors collapsed.

Among them, the very few veterans looked at the oncoming crowd with trembling eyes, as if they were seeing a scene from ten thousand years ago.

The Solar Auxiliary Army, mixed with those cousins who were still loyal to the Emperor, rushed towards him, their eyes full of hatred and confusion, but they swung their weapons without hesitation.

He couldn't imagine it.

In today's dark and hopeless universe, why do these people still believe in the rotten corpse sitting on the golden throne?

Couldn't they just abandon their trust in that guy and go for what they wanted most?

Now, as long as they retreat from the front line, they can hug their families. There is no need to stay on the battlefield and risk injury or even death.

And that archangel.

You have been gone for thousands of years.

Today's human empire has withered like a huge rock on the verge of breaking in the abyss.

Is it worth fighting for again?

Think about those nobles who came to the nest. Don’t you ever feel any hatred towards them?

Isn't it a good thing that if you abandon the Empire, they will meet a terrible fate?

This traitor who had betrayed for ten thousand years roared and challenged Sandales.

He didn't understand why the archangel came back again.

At least before I die, I must know the reason!

The traitor's challenge made Sandales look at the pitiful guy. He flapped his wings and landed on the ground, while the loyalists around him surrounded them.

As long as the Archangel gives the order, they will kill this traitor without leaving even a trace.

"Ten thousand years have passed. What has become of this human empire? Why did you come back?!"

"Can't you just accept your fate?!"

Sandales did not answer the traitor's question, but simply dodged the incoming blow and finally looked at him with a sad look in his eyes.

This traitor's mind is no longer clear. Ten thousand years of indulgence have made him completely addicted to this kind of sensory stimulation, and he has even forgotten his original vision.

"You speak, I answer. Before I send you off to atone for your sins, you can ask me a few questions."

Sandales's calm voice made the traitor even more crazy.

"I am Amar'tar of the Emperor's Children Legion, a true warrior on a quest to find what I seek!"

"You are just a weak person who indulges in his own desires. You can't even control your own behavior."

With a simple blow of his fist, Sandales sent the pathetic traitor flying.

In his sight, no matter how the traitor controlled his body, his attacks were as if pressed in slow motion.

"Look at this empire! They even allow the nobles to bully the common people. They exploit them and enjoy everything that doesn't belong to them!"

"So I'm here, my anger will make them realize their mistakes and make them pay for it."

The Emperor's Child who called himself Amatar was thrown to the edge of the duel arena by Sandales without even using the Sword of Hope.

"Is that corrupt being sitting on the Golden Throne so worthy of your respect?! The longer I live, the more I hate that fellow."

"Look at the world for yourself! Have the wars happening every day decreased?"

"Everything he promised us is as impossible as a mirage!"

Emmatar shouted this in anger, but was knocked to the ground by Sandales' punch the next second.

The Primarch's suppressed angry punch made his brain buzz. He couldn't even control himself, and even his consciousness was almost torn out of his body.

He could feel himself being lifted up by Sandres, his eyes filled with anger staring at him face to face.

"I still say the same thing. Don't you know why this galaxy has become what it is now?"

"For the sake of all humanity, he sat supreme on the Golden Throne for over ten thousand years."

"Doesn't he want to get up and continue walking in the human world? It's him who can't get up! It's you pathetic guys who have ruined his right to walk in the human world!"

"You are the ones who have torn him away from the humanity he loves. He can only watch the universe and the empire wither away, and watch the empire helplessly because of the wars you have started."

Emmatar was thrown to the ground by Sandales. This guy is no longer worth saving.

He did not know how to reflect on himself, and was even unwilling to turn around and look back at the sins he had committed in his life. His hands were stained with the blood of countless weak people, but he did not have even the slightest remorse.

The Sword of Hope erupted in flames once again, and the golden blade edge inched closer to Emmatar.

In Amatar's eyes, it was as if the Emperor was gradually approaching him.

"The age of the Primarchs has ended. Your return will change nothing! The Black Crusade of the Chaos Warmaster will crush all that is left of that corrupt Empire!"

Emmatar stared into Sandales' eyes, as if he wanted to see even a hint of hesitation in the archangel's eyes before he died.

But soon, his originally dilated pupils shrank to the size of a pinhole.

Impossible, what did I see?

How could that person come back?

Emmatar dared to swear on his past of ten thousand years that the person standing in front of him was definitely not an archangel.

At least not in the last few seconds!

That blazing rage and boundless love for the Emperor, that blame and hatred for Abaddon, the Warmaster of Chaos... Horus?!

"Impossible, shouldn't you be dead?!"

"The Primarch's era is not over yet. I will ask Abaddon thoroughly. As for you, go to hell!"

The Sword of Hope suddenly pierced Amartal's two hearts and even cut his neck, making it difficult for him to speak.

In the last moments of his life, Amatar stared at the back of the being before him.

What he just saw was not an archangel, nor a person who looked very much like an archangel, but the former warmaster Horus.

"The time of the Primarchs has never ended. We will restore everything."

"Now, warriors! Tear apart all enemies in front of you!"

63

Chapter 63 An incredible mission.

(This is 11000 words. I haven’t eaten enough yet. I’ll update it after I find the Emperor and catch up on my sleep. Hey)

The smoke of gunpowder still filled the battlefield, but the battle was over, and one of the two sides had fallen completely.

The traitors' conspiracy was completely thwarted.

The planet Valentino is devastated, but it still stands.

Sandiles stood silently on a cliff, looking down at the battlefield.

They paid too much to win.

Valedin and Joeface, two high-ranking officials on the planet.

The entire Governor's Guard and countless Planetary Defense Force soldiers, hundreds of loyal Astartes, nearly two-thirds of the planet's armored force, the battle barges of two chapters and a nearly annihilated Valkyrie squadron.

The upper nest area of the entire planet was completely destroyed, and the lower nest also left a lot of signs of damage. Nearly half of the middle nest buildings were damaged or even razed to the ground in the battle.

The losses are staggering, almost to the point of being unacceptable.

There were still organized teams on the battlefield collecting everything that could be used - steel, ammunition, and even food parcels left behind by the fallen soldiers.

Even if a battle broke out on Valentino, no fleet would transport support supplies to this hive planet.

Because the material support information sent out at this time may not yet be floating at any Star Language Relay Station.

It can be expected that the people on this planet will only be able to obtain limited food under a rationing system for some time to come.

The only good thing is that we don't have to worry about water.

The equipment of the Water Purification Order in Zhongchao is intact. Under the instruction of Salazar, the only remaining high-ranking official on the planet, no one will hold others back in terms of water resources.

"Father, Governor Salazar needs you to come over."