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

But no one dared to speak first, and no one dared to confirm the other party's identity.

Across the battlefield, both the Empire and the Demons fell into an eerie silence.

The imperial soldiers held their breath, while the demons were terrified by the appearance of the figure before them.

"Archangel?!"

"It's the Emperor's offspring!!"

"The Emperor has sent his children back to us!!"

The battle sisters were the first to react, simply because the figure before them looked exactly like the stone sculpture of the archangel.

The living saint Celestine and the two attendant nuns beside her immediately gave Sandales the title of Archangel Saint Gilles.

Although he was not Sanguinius himself, he was currently walking in the empire under the other's name, so he was worthy of the title of Archangel.

The battle line that was about to collapse was quickly reorganized with the arrival of Sandales. These soldiers who were about to lose their fighting spirit were extremely excited at this moment.

They had never seen the Primarch in person, nor had they ever thought that they would have the chance to see the Primarch in person in their lifetime.

The Emperor has sent a long-lost son back to the mortal realm to lend a helping hand to the people of the Empire when they need it most!

"Warriors, do not give up hope. The Emperor is watching over you and me!"

"The Emperor commands me to return in the darkest hour and bear the weight of the Imperium! I am Sanguinius! Genetic father of the Blood Angels!"

"I have awakened from my eternal slumber and heard the call from your hearts! Rekindle your fighting spirit and rebuild your defenses! I am with you!"

Sandales picked up the severed head of the Hell Dragon and threw it directly into the wave of Warp Demons.

He swung the Sword of Hope in his hand suddenly, and the golden flames driven by all his strength swept across all the demons in front of him like a tsunami. The burning flames and the wailing of the demons were endless.

The demon's screams were piercing.

But to the ears of the imperial soldiers it sounded like heavenly music.

The golden light emanating from Sandales rekindled their faith in the Emperor, and they once again clenched their weapons with their hands, filling the gap in their defenses.

This time, whether they were soldiers who could still fight normally or soldiers who were already injured, they all chose to stand on the front line again.

The Emperor's blood descendants are with him!

Anyone who dares to betray the Archangel at this moment is a coward who has given up glory!!

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!!!"

The Blood God's demonic wave launched another charge. They had heard the oracle from their god behind the veil of war.

The archangel before us must be brought back to the veil of war!

He will become another magical weapon in the hands of the Blood God!

The demon who brings the archangel back to the curtain of war will receive more favor and recognition from the Blood God!

Even got the chance to be promoted to the Great Demon!

No Blood God believer can give up such a reward. Even if they may die at the hands of the archangel in front of them, they are willing to fight for it!

But soon, they will find that they have underestimated the true strength of a Primarch.

Sandiles' figure was like a flash of light, constantly shuttling through the waves of demons. Every time he swung the Sword of Hope, it was enough to set off a huge wave of golden flames to devour countless demons. The Spear of Fury in his hand pierced the heads of powerful demons one after another with precision and swiftness.

No one on this battlefield can fight Sandales in a second round.

They couldn't even see Sandales's movements, and his body turned into ashes and disappeared in an instant.

The defenses of the Temple of Saint Moricon were already extremely fragile.

But at this moment the demons will never be able to break through.

Because an absolutely invincible existence is blocking their path.

The archangel's power is too terrifying.

Even the big demon can't last many rounds in his hands.

All the legends passed down among the demons describe that the bloodthirsty demon named Kabanha died again and again at the hands of the archangels.

Even the most powerful bloodthirsty demon, Skarbrand, could only fight the archangel on equal terms.

The loyal Cadian Blitzkrieg Army engaged in a frenzied battle, their laser rifles firing at a rate several times faster than usual, and the heavy grenade launchers that were mounted also spewed out tongues of flames continuously at this moment.

Even the soldiers at the forefront of the position had drawn their bayonets and combat daggers to engage in close combat with the blood god demons.

The living saint Celestine was delighted with the arrival of Sandales. The sword in his hand was also constantly cutting off the heads of demons and cutting those powerful demons in half with one sword.

Although his killing speed is not as fast as Sandales, it is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people.

The demon engines that arrived at this time wanted to join the battle. The skull lords whose blood was always burning with boiling blood raised their giant axes and chopped away all the bloodletters that stood in their way.

The fastest Skull Lord had even rushed in front of Sandales, with its giant axe raised high, ready to chop down.

But Sandelles was faster than him.

Before the Lord of the Skull could react, he flapped his wings and rushed towards the Lord of the Skull's head, which was as big as his body, like a cannonball.

The spear of rage, wrapped in power, pierced directly into its eye socket. The spearhead penetrated the entire iron skull and then exited from the back of the skull, directly destroying the body center of the demon engine in front of him that was used for combat.

Even creations of the Warp would be destroyed if attacked to a critical point, let alone being attacked by weapons like the Spear of Wrath and the Sword of Hope, which embodied the power of the Emperor himself.

The demon engine raised its giant axe and smashed it to the ground. The huge steel body placed on the giant chariot fell forward powerlessly. Even though the subspace engine was still running, its power could not be deployed.

The consciousness of this Daemon Engine had been completely obliterated by the Emperor's power within the Spear of Rage.

"Challenge me again if you dare! I will gladly accept, but the price of defeat will be your lives!!"

Sandales's roar shocked the demons and inspired the fighting spirit of the loyalists.

Together with Sandales, they roared provocatively at the demons, and some of the Cadia Blitzkrieg Army even took the initiative to challenge the Blood God's demons under the influence of emotion.

The surging desire to fight even surprised the demons, and they couldn't help but question one thing.

Who is the devil?

Who is the being blessed by the Blood God?

It's them?

Or the human in front of you?

The attack wave from the Blood God Demon was delayed at this moment, and the following Skull Lords launched a round-the-clock challenge to Sandales.

One after another.

The relatively bulky and huge body of the Lord of the Skulls was unable to catch up with Sandales's movements at all. He could only be hit in the vitals again and again and was gradually disassembled into parts in the continuous battle, and finally scattered all over the ground.

Even their consciousness and soul were burned by the Emperor's flames, and in the end there was no chance of reforging.

The Blood God, who was watching the battle from afar in the sky, roared in anger and dissatisfaction, and grabbed an object at hand and threw it towards where Sandiles was.

Sandales, who originally wanted to start killing again, almost immediately felt that a powerful enemy with a strong subspace soul was approaching.

The fluctuations of the other party's subspace soul were very obvious, the aura was strong, and the spearhead was pointing directly at himself.

It was a horrific figure trailing blood, suddenly thrown out from the warp crack that was torn open on the surface of Cadia not far away.

It crashed straight into the defense line of the Holy Morican Temple where it was located at a warp speed that science could not explain at all, and raised a curtain of dust with a roar.

This is an enemy sent by the Blood God himself. He is very powerful and should not be underestimated!

"Sanguin...les..."

This voice!

Sandales was originally planning to fight with the demon in front of him, but unexpectedly, Sanguinius suddenly asked him for control of his body at this time.

'Do you know him?'

The existence that Sanguinius himself cares so much about is definitely not a simple person. Either he has a close relationship with Sanguinius in the past, or his combat power is extremely deadly.

Sandales began to negotiate with Sanguinius almost without thinking.

If the opponent's fighting power is very amazing, then you have to be careful. If it is related to Sanguinius, then you will give your body to the archangel and let him resolve these connections personally.

"More than just knowing him, do you remember the offspring I once told you about? The one who completed the deal with the devil on my behalf."

Sanguinius' tone was very lonely at this time. He was extremely sad to see the body of his former heir again.

At that time, he was too concerned about his offspring's scarlet hunger curse, so he was overwhelmed by the devil's words. The devil claimed that as long as he made a deal with it, he could completely solve the problem of the legion's scarlet curse.

But it was not until the loyal pharmacist sacrificed himself and jumped into the vortex that he truly realized that the devil had been deceiving him from the beginning.

I had originally buried this memory deep in the past.

And now, the Blood God dug this painful event out from deep within his memory.

In fact, the Blood God who was sitting on the skull throne was also confused at this time.

He originally wanted to capture Skarbrand, but who knew that he ended up capturing the Red Angel instead.

This existence is completely a scar in Sanguinius' heart. Now that he throws the Red Angel over there, won't Sanguinius hate him to death?

It’s broken, it’s broken, it’s broken!! Is this pool really unusable?!

Can I do something to salvage it?

Even if he goes to Baal... Yes, isn't the Great Devourer going to Baal? I'll help him stop the Zerg swarm!

At this time, in the sea of ​​Sandales's soul, Sanguinius was gradually taking over the control of his body. After thousands of years, he felt extremely sad every time he thought of the pharmacist's name.

The loyal Herlous had stepped into the vortex of anger in his place, and the only legacy he left in this world was the gene seed in his body.

When Herlous stepped into the vortex, his body twisted endlessly in the hellish flames, and the flesh on his face eventually turned into a hollow mask.

The originally bright and red armor turned dark and ugly, with black heat emitting from every joint.

In the shadows of the Warp, ghostly blood-stained wings unfolded from behind its body, coating the shattered remains of Herlous with an illusory rain of blood, until in the end, not even a corpse remained.

Herlous, the apothecary who once belonged to the Blood Angels, was now shattered. Only fragments of his noble soul remained, and his body was possessed by the abominable demons of the Warp.

Herlous faded into final silence, replaced by the demon of the Warp—the Red Angel.

"I swore that Herlous's sacrifice would not be in vain, and one day in the future, I will rescue my loyal offspring from the clutches of that demon."

"That demon once claimed to be the fallen son of Baal, but I will never recognize his title. It was the Red Angel who fell, not Herlous."

"Its existence is an insult and blasphemy to Herlous. I don't know how the Red Angel has survived until now, nor do I know to whom it has bowed over the past ten thousand years."

"But I know one thing: my descendant is still alive. Even if only a fragment of his soul remains, he still retains some traces. This is a fact that the Red Angel himself acknowledged."

Sanguinius, having taken over the body once again, opened his eyes and, with his own will and soul, gazed upon the demon that occupied the body of his former heir.

Now they really look alike.

The Red Angel seized the body of his offspring, while he himself used the body of his blood brother.

Perhaps it was today that fate arranged for him to completely cut off this destiny.

Therefore, he will kill the Red Angel with his own hands today and truly liberate his offspring's broken soul.

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Chapter 1 Abaddon's Nightmare (Bonus)

(Including this chapter today, it has 16000 words, which is equivalent to the update volume of eight chapters)

(This chapter has been heavily revised, and I may have misremembered some of the plots. Please forgive me. If there are any errors, please point them out and I will try my best to correct them.)

The cold light brushed across the edge of the steel, and the biting cold wind blew across the face.

Abaddon regained consciousness in a state of emptiness and loneliness. However, when he opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings, he found that he had arrived in a snowy field while he was supposed to be on the Spirit of Vengeance.

It looked very much like the Valhalla in his memory, and the endless wind and snow were blowing on him.

"Is this a trick of the Emperor? Or am I lost in past memories again?"

Abaddon, who had been the Warmaster of Chaos for a long time, had never thought about the true meaning of this dream. To him, it was just a dream.

But dreams can never come true.

"The power armor I'm wearing... is from the Luna Wolves era?"

"Heh, why am I wearing power armor from the Luna Wolves? I personally ruined the Primarch's era."

Although somewhat amused by the equipment he wore, Abaddon paid no attention to the details.