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

"Of course, how dare I fake my father's orders?"

Malakin slowly continued to talk to Senai about this issue, and then tried his best to sort out all the troubles he would face in trying to complete this task.

"First, how can you prove to Dante that we have seen the Father, and how can you prove that this order came from the Father himself?"

Senai took the reliquary directly from his waist, opened its lid and placed it on the table.

Looking at the white feathers in the reliquary that were once again exposed to the air, even Senai himself did not expect to open it again at this time.

This token, which was originally used to prove his identity to Dante and other chapter masters, was actually used first to prove the feasibility of this mission to his own two chapter masters.

I can only say that I thought this task was too simple.

The two chapter masters looked at the white feathers in the reliquary, examining them carefully without even a tremor in their eyes.

They certainly did not doubt the authenticity of the feather, but at that moment they estimated the value represented by the reliquary.

If it were before my father's return, such a holy relic box containing his white feather would have attracted countless Blood Angels chapters to fight for it.

Even now that his father has returned, being gifted with feathers alone is an honor that cannot be measured for a chapter.

"In fact, my father also gave me a feather as a reward for the mission. However, I will not remove it from the gap between my body and the power armor until this mission is completed."

If the feathers in the reliquary made Malakin and Seth linger, then Senai's words completely ignited the emotions of the two chapter leaders.

The two men turned Senai over almost instantly, wishing they could immediately throw the feather out of the gap in Senai's power armor.

"Why wasn't I the one following Father? Otherwise, this feather would be mine!"

This was probably the only thought in the two people's minds.

"You don't need to shake it anymore. The gaps in the power armor have been sealed. Unless the power armor components are disassembled one by one using equipment, it will be impossible to remove the feather."

"Besides, I knew you two would act like this after hearing this news. I anticipated it."

After realizing that they could not get the feather, Malakin and Seth threw Senai to the ground, then turned around and continued to look at the feather in the biological box.

Although he envied Senai very much, he could neither see nor touch the feather at this moment, so he might as well look at the one in the reliquary.

"Now you should realize the reality of this mission, right?"

"We only see the enormous difficulty of this task, but we are willing to carry it out. Describe the details so that we can discuss countermeasures."

Senai stood up again, glanced at them, and then moved his body carefully through the power armor.

Although the power armor is tightly connected to his skin, the gap between the two is not very wide.

But the force with which the two guys swung the feather just now almost caused the feather to be thrown out from the gap in his neck. Even if it had been swung for another two seconds, the feather would have been blown away by the wind.

If I hadn't reacted quickly, the feather might not be in someone's hands.

"What we need to do is bring this information to Dante and persuade him while also persuading the other Chapter Masters to lead their Chapters out of Baal."

"Get everyone to a safe location."

Senai's small movement avoided the attention of the two chapter leaders. After feeling the feather fall on his left rib, he continued to explain the details of the mission.

"What if Dante and the Chapter Masters resolutely refuse to carry it out? Or what if some agree and others disagree?"

"Then we need to implement the second plan and defend against the Bal three-star. Note that this is defense, not just a deadlock."

Senai emphasized the difference in words at this time. He didn't want the order to be miscommunicated and result in a result that his father would not accept.

"We also need to defend Bal Samsung, but we need to minimize casualties as much as possible. It's best not to sacrifice ourselves for any reason. Father wants to see us alive."

"Simply threaten those Chapter Masters who refuse to carry out their orders, such as reporting their actions to my father."

Seth frowned at this time. This was not a good solution. Instead, it might stimulate those combat brothers who refused to follow orders to actively seek death.

"Don't worry, I understand what you mean," my father added.

"Those battle-brothers who refuse to carry out orders will not be allowed to avoid facing their fathers one day with any excuse, including self-sacrifice."

"Even if they are scolded and held accountable, they must be able to see their father alive. Otherwise, even if they sacrifice themselves, their father will not recognize them."

This task doesn't sound difficult, but the pressure of carrying it out is not small at all. Fortunately, my father has put the worst possible results in front of us, and by the way, he has blocked the retreat of those brothers who intend to seek death.

It’s not that easy to die. I have to live to see my father.

"How long do we need to hold on?"

"Until my father arrives with reinforcements from Macragge to aid Baal."

Everything has been explained, only the last step remains.

Who will convey orders to Dante then?

"I have my father's feathers, and this responsibility should be borne by me..."

"You're talking nonsense! Father is only giving you the feather as a reward for safekeeping. Whoever conveys the order to Dante will get the feather!"

Seeing that Senai was trying to block the two of them from getting the feather, Seth simply patched it up.

Even Malakin on the side was looking at Seth with admiration. This guy was a bit reckless sometimes, but his reaction speed was really fast.

The Senai brothers, whose reward for the mission had been compromised by Seth's words, were almost grimacing.

He shouldn't have mentioned the feather!

64

Chapter 64 Belisarius-Caull.

(The previous chapter seemed unsatisfactory, so I added another one to compensate)

When Sandres walked into the temporary governor's office, Salazar, who was processing various government affairs and documents at a rapid speed, looked up at him and then pointed in a direction.

"The person looking for you is over there, a Mechanicus sage. He has a very important mission that he needs to complete with you."

"It's also worth mentioning that he brought an entire Mechanicus fleet with him, which is larger than the fleet of a single chapter."

Salazar's description made Sandales a little confused. What kind of person could come to him at this time?

With doubts, he walked towards the room that Salazar pointed to, but as he approached the door, he heard the extremely regular sound of mechanical operation.

Various parts mesh with each other, and even electric current is transmitted.

"Nice to meet you. I am Belisarius Cawl. The Emperor's power is truly astonishing. He truly created a new Primarch."

As soon as Sandiles pushed open the door, a huge being appeared in his sight.

Its body is modified from various machines, and its raised back is like a round reactor. Electricity is constantly jumping from several protruding ports, and the sound you hear is also synthesized by the sound array system in its throat.

"You know something about me?"

"I have only heard of it, but never seen it with my own eyes. Since I reached an agreement with the Lord of Ultramar, I have never seen a Primarch walk the earth again."

Kohl looked at Sandiles with admiration. The existence before him was like a miracle.

I don't understand how the Emperor reshaped an originally imperfect existence into such a successful work.

"Don't be so quick to look at me. Why did you come to see me?"

"Why am I looking for you? Didn't you already know that? You need to go to Cadia, and I'm the only one who can take you there now."

As Kaul spoke, he wanted to conduct a comprehensive examination of Sandiles' body. The existence in front of him was too tempting.

A new Primarch, but so similar to the original Archangel. The two are almost identical, but there are differences that cannot be ignored.

What is the nature of this new Primarch?

What is he good at?

What did the Emperor design him for?

A series of questions flashed through his mind like beads strung together.

In his own vision, every original body created has its own ultimate purpose.

The ferocity of the Space Wolves, the psychic power of the Thousand Sons, and the kindness and humanity of the Salamanders.

Each of their Primarchs symbolizes the personality of a certain field. What about Sandales in front of us?

"What are you doing in Cadia? If you have a pact with the Lord of Ultramar, you should go directly to Macragge."

Sandiles raised his hand to stop Kaul from getting closer to him. Although he had guessed why the other party was so excited, it was the first time he met Kaul, so it would be better to get some information first.

Realizing that his behavior was inappropriate, Kaul chose to take a few steps back, and then used the projector on his body to project a holographic image of a huge machine for Sandiles.

It was a cylindrical machine loaded with power armor, and the armor was so huge that it was obviously not prepared for ordinary Astartes.

"what is this?"

"The Armor of Destiny, one of my proudest creations, was able to save the Primarch from near death."

Roboute Guilliman...

"What is your relationship with Guilliman?"

"Ten thousand years ago, the Lord of Ultramar anticipated his own death and made a man he trusted make two promises."

Kaul extended his mechanical finger towards himself, and the additional mechanical arm gestured to open.

"One of those promises was to swear to resurrect him one day in the future, and now, I am almost able to fulfill that oath."

Sandales's eyes kept scanning over this holographic image. The various data on it were as numerous as ants, but behind each character one could see Cawl's efforts in trying to resurrect Guilliman.

This man is worthy of Guilliman's trust.

"Are you so sure you can resurrect Guilliman? Aren't you worried about failure?"

"I am a genius. While not as great as the Emperor, I am definitely not an ordinary mortal. To create this machine, I have traveled the universe for thousands of years, searching for all kinds of knowledge and piecing them together into this creation."

Kaul's words revealed his confidence, almost to the point of arrogance.

"How arrogant! Even the Emperor wouldn't dare call himself a genius, so what is he?"

Horus in the Sea of Souls looked at this guy with displeasure, but Sanguinius made no comment.

Kaul stopped the projection and looked at Sandiles again. Now was not the time to talk about this matter. They needed to rush to Cadia as soon as possible.

"When are we going to leave for Cadia? According to my calculations, if we want to arrive safely, it would be best to set off today."

"Is it so urgent?"

"The Black Fleet led by Abaddon is almost completely encircling Cadia. The naval fleet in orbit is still resisting, but it is probably only a matter of time before they are destroyed."

At this time, Kaul approached Sandiles and looked at him seriously.

"I have been inspired by the Emperor to go to Cadia. There is a black stone obelisk belonging to the aliens. I need to understand its function and explore how to activate it."

"In two hours we'll be leaving for Cadia, so I can do a few last things."

"No problem. I'll wait for you here before you leave."

Kaul watched Sandiles leave the room, and then continued to immerse himself in the entertainment of his work.

Salazar was still handling government affairs and hardly even raised his head.

"Are you done talking to that guy? When are you planning on leaving?"

"In two hours, go straight to Cadia."

"It's a fortress planet, right in the center of the battlefield. It looks like you'll be much busier than me from now on."

After a few seconds of silence, Salazar stopped marking the documents and looked up at Sandales, his old friend who had helped him a lot with Valentino.

"Thank you for all these years. Without you, Valentino would have fallen into the hands of heretics long ago."

"Forget the thanks. Can you carry this planet on your own?"

"Even if I can't bear it, I have to. Besides, I've already asked my family for help. You can't let me, as the planetary governor, abandon this planet and its people."

65

Chapter 65: Kaul: WC, what the hell?

(10,000 words, and the comments section has great ideas. I'll write the extra chapters in the next two days.)

In Sandales's memory, the military nobles with a shorter inheritance were ultimately much better than those insect-like political nobles.

At least those military nobles have truly exchanged their lives and abilities for their current status. Compared to the greedy and incompetent people in some state religions and the Ministry of Military Affairs, their existence is as precious as gold among many rusty coppers.

The Sacfilo family, where Salazar grew up, is one of the military honor families. They control a large part of the voice in the Ministry of Military Affairs and take progress and pioneering as the family's main motto.