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

They also deeply detest those greedy people who exploit the empire like parasites.

"Did the Sacfilo family respond?"

Sandales sat across from Salazar, holding a glass of Amaze poured for him by the planetary governor himself.

If the Sacfillo family responded directly, Valentino would not have to worry for some time to come.

This military family has its own merchant fleet. If they knew what was happening on Valentino's side, it would definitely not be difficult to transport the resources and other consumables needed for reconstruction to this planet.

Salazar seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at this moment. He also did not expect that the star message he sent to the Sacfiro family would reach the family headquarters so quickly.

The transmission speed of this star message was even faster than the request for material support he submitted to the Ministry of Military Affairs.

"The Sacfilo family will be directly responsible for the subsequent reconstruction of the planet. The family has also established good relations with the surrounding Forge Worlds. During the reconstruction period, the safety of this planet will be the responsibility of the Mechanicum."

"I have to say, your title and identity as the governor of a noble family is sometimes quite useful."

"I'm just a planetary governor. I was lucky enough to be born into the Sacfilo family and gain some military merits."

The two old friends, who were several decades apart in age, smiled at each other, and finally raised their glasses and clinked them together.

Sandales silently tasted the slightly sour wine in the glass, while Salazar began to shed tears.

"Jofeis, Valedin, and even the relatively young Mountbatten have already left before me. Perhaps one day in the future, I will be able to return to the Golden Throne with them."

"But what do you think they were thinking? Are they so cruel to throw everything onto me alone?"

Sandales did not comfort Salazar too much, but after a long silence, he gave his old friend a heartfelt word.

"This is a sign of trust, Salazar. They believe you can continue to lead this planet forward, so they dare to leave with confidence."

"If it were in the hands of another incompetent planetary governor, they would probably take the governor with them when they leave to feel at ease."

Such words made Salazar smile bitterly, and his originally depressed mood improved a little at this time.

Indeed, this is a trust. If they do not believe in themselves, they will continue to protect this planet even if they drag their dying bodies.

"I have a gift to pass on to you. You will definitely need it in the upcoming battle."

"This is a gift from the Emperor himself, handed to me personally when I first met him."

With a wry smile on his face, Salazar lifted out a huge ceramic steel box that was as long as a man from under the desk.

If his body was not strong enough and he did not have the support of psychic power, even he would not be able to move this huge monster.

The box hit the steel desk with a dull thud, indicating that the contents inside were definitely not something light.

"When I met the Emperor, he asked me to give this gift to you alone before your departure, and repeatedly requested that no one else be present."

A gift from the Emperor?

What good things can he bring to me?

Although this ceramic steel box was as tall as a person for Salazar, for himself, it was just enough to hold the Sword of Hope.

With a little curiosity, Sandiles gently opened a gap in the ceramic steel box, and then immediately closed it tightly after seeing what was inside.

Why is this thing still here?

Shouldn't this thing be destroyed?

In Salazar's sight, Sandres' face was full of astonishment and shock, so much so that even the middleman couldn't help but wonder what was in the ceramic steel box.

Judging from its size and weight, it should be a weapon.

But judging from Sandales's reaction at this moment, this thing must be amazing.

'Open the box, I told you to open the box, did you hear me?!'

"That must be mine! My father didn't throw it away, he fixed it! He cared about me even at the last moment!"

When the weapon appeared in his sight, Horus's voice like a huge bell began to resound in the sea of souls.

That's the World Breaker!

The giant power hammer that he used to wield with his left hand was one of the gifts he received from the Emperor when he was promoted to Warmaster.

This weapon held the same status as his coveted Centauri Ring, for it was forged by the Emperor himself for his most favored son.

"I'm curious, what's in here?"

"A weapon. To be more precise, a weapon that should not exist anymore."

Salazar understood what Sandales meant. The implication was that he didn't want him to ask too many details about the weapon.

Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing.

In short, his mission was completed, and there was no need for him to continue to care about this matter.

"You still have some time left. You should be able to go talk to those descendants again. I still have work to do, so I won't keep you here any longer."

Salazar ordered the guests to leave, as he still needed to deal with the allocation of various materials on the planet.

Instead of letting Sandales continue to waste time here with him, it would be better to let him go and have a few more words with the Astartes heirs who are burdened with other tasks.

However, what he didn't expect was that the moment he lowered his head, a white feather gradually floated down from the sky and fell in front of his eyes.

"I also have a gift for you. It will make your future journey much easier. Even those within your family who intend to harm you must consider the consequences of their actions."

The feathers in front of me trembled gently in the breeze, and the fluff at the tips even swayed slightly due to the flow of air.

In my eyes, this is not just a feather.

This is clearly a recognition of his life's work and achievements.

With this feather, not only will he rise rapidly in the family, but he can also leave behind a legacy for his name and surname that will be celebrated by all his blood relatives.

This is a personal gift given to yourself alone.

Perhaps in the future, there will be many legends praising this governor who once protected the Primarch's second home planet, and the feather he obtained will be regarded as a family sacred object.

"Thank you."

Although it was an answer that couldn't be simpler, it made Sandres feel relieved both physically and mentally.

"You deserve this. Don't let your soul return to the Golden Throne before I return to Valentino next time. Otherwise, I won't forgive you."

"Don't worry, I still have a lot of work to do, so I don't have time to go to the Golden Throne for now."

Colleagues who have worked together for decades will part ways today.

And neither of them knows when the two will meet next time.

If fate arranges for them to meet again, then the two will eventually reunite, but if not, this may be their final farewell forever.

The door closed again, separating them into different worlds.

Sandales will eventually face the sun and spread light to further places.

Salazar needs to stay in Valentino and protect this place where many people have devoted their lives in his own way.

"Father, are you heading to Cadia next?"

As soon as Sandales left the temporary governor's office, the two chapter commanders and the Senai brothers who had been waiting for a long time immediately came to greet him.

They needed to leave more strength for their father. Just a dozen Holy Blood Guards were not enough to protect their father's safety.

"We've discussed this a bit, and we're planning to leave you two companies of veteran soldiers from different chapters. Although they only number just over a hundred, they're all veterans of the chapters who've experienced countless battles."

"We've also received news that Dante has sent the Blood Angels' First Company and Captain Karalan to support Cadia. If you reach the Fortress World, you'll be able to directly receive reinforcements from the parent company."

The Captain of the Blood Angels Chapter...

Well, it is a truly respectable existence.

Dante didn't simply want to defend Baal to the death.

He also understood the importance of Cadia, but Baal's position in the Blood Angels' minds was too prominent, so he had to make this choice.

He must speed up the work on Cadia and Macragge. The sooner he kicks Guilliman into overtime, the sooner he can bring reinforcements to Baal.

"I see. Anything else?"

After nodding to the two loyal chapter leaders in front of him, Sandales waited for their next message.

"There is indeed a favor I need to ask of you. We have discovered a Mechanicus fleet in high orbit. If possible, could you please ask the leader of this fleet to allocate a battle barge to us?"

"Just one frigate isn't enough to support our journey back to Baal. The Unbound Blood's Geller position has already been compromised. If we rashly enter the warp, we're likely to get into trouble."

"So we're going to leave it at Valentino, but that would leave us without a ship to use."

Although he felt a little embarrassed, Malakin still reported his needs to Sandales.

There is no shame in stating your needs to your father in advance.

And if the mission entrusted by their father failed because of the so-called face, that would be a disgrace to both of their regiments.

Faced with such a need, before Sandiles could speak, the voice behind him gave Malakin a direct answer.

"No problem. In return for allowing me to see such a Primarch again, I can provide each of your chapters with a battle barge."

"Let's divide it based on the fleet I have at hand."

Belisarius Cole, who was supposed to be immersed in his work, suddenly walked out of the door behind him. As soon as he walked out of the door, his eyes immediately fell on the ceramic steel box in Sandales's hand.

It's obvious that this research enthusiast now cares very much about the contents of this box.

As early as when the box made a smashing sound, he had already noticed the existence of this thing. Instinct drove him to study the weapon inside, but reason told him not to take it away from the other party so rashly.

It was the Emperor's creation and a unique gift given to this Sandales. Taking it away rashly would only cause conflict between himself and the other party.

So the best option is to satisfy its needs in exchange for a chance to glimpse the Emperor's creations.

"If you want to study it, take it."

Looking at the box being handed to him, Kaul almost immediately wanted to reach out and take it, but he stopped after a brief thought.

"Now is not the time to study it. There will be plenty of time in the future to learn the knowledge and craftsmanship used in it, but for now it needs to remain in your hands."

"The ships will still be divided up, so there's no need to worry."

Sandiles didn't know what this guy Kohl wanted to do, but since the other party was willing to allocate two ships, he gladly accepted it.

"In that case, father, we will leave first. The sooner this mission is completed, the better."

After taking a final, deep look at their genetic father, Maladin and Seth suddenly turned around and led all the battle brothers of the two regiments towards the battle barge that was descending from the high-altitude orbit.

Almost every descendant with the blood of Sanguinius kept turning back to look at Sandales, but after a brief hesitation, they seemed to have made up their minds and continued to follow Malakin and the others.

The Thunderhawk transport planes and various armored vehicles belonging to the two regiments were also gradually heading towards the assembly point, but without exception, each of them was filled with reluctance to leave.

There were even a few dreadnought mechas that left the place almost looking back every step they took.

If they had a choice, they would never leave Sandales' side.

But at this moment they had no choice. In order to have a greater chance of winning, the father had to seek more help.

Baal is facing danger, and the bloodline of the Blood Angels is also under threat.

They had to return to save their brothers' lives, so they had to part with their father temporarily.

Everyone can only comfort themselves by saying that all the efforts are worth it, and use reason to suppress the emotions that keep surging in their hearts.

"I promise you, when I return to Baal, I will join you all in this grand celebration. I will toast with you, savor delicious food and fine wine, and recreate the glorious past engraved on the murals of Angel Castle!"

He made a promise to these valiant sons, just as Sanguinius had made when he inherited the IX Legion from the Emperor.

"Since they have already started the operation, let's set off now. The situation in Cadia is becoming increasingly unstable. The sooner we arrive, the sooner it will be safe."

Cawl turned and headed in another direction, where his flagship, the Iron Wraith, was located.

This is a powerful mechanical ark, one of the most powerful warships in the empire. Each mechanical ark is considered an unparalleled treasure within the Mechanicus.

In order to awaken the machine soul of a mechanical ark, no matter how great the price is, it would not be excessive.

This invaluable vessel now carries an artifact even more valuable than the ship itself: the Armor of Destiny, capable of resurrecting Roboute Guilliman.

Therefore, the further the ship drifts in the universe, the more complex the potential dangers it faces.

If he didn't really need to go to Cadia to complete a crucial experiment, he would probably take the ship straight to Macragge.

"I'm a little curious, why did you suddenly not want to study this weapon anymore?"

Sandiles' words made Kaul pause for a moment, and then he got an answer that he didn't expect.

"You know what? The process of solving a problem brings me more pleasure than the result of that problem. Just think of it as an investment."

"When I promised to resurrect the Lord of Ultramar, I was also focused on the process of creating this device. Resurrecting the Lord of Ultramar is just the result of this promise."