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

His former brothers and father, they kept echoing in his mind like ghosts.

"I won't regret it. The final victory will belong to me."

"Even if my father comes back, I won't give up!"

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Chapter 67 Sandres: My dear son, you might as well kill me!

"I thought you were dead."

"It's the same for me. When I first heard the news of your death on the Spirit of Vengeance, I felt a little strange. But now, seeing that you and I have become the same, I don't feel anything anymore."

The Archangel and the Red Angel just stared at each other from a distance. Neither the demons from the loyal side nor the Blood God rushed up to interrupt their duel at this moment.

Both sides knew that this was a fateful showdown between two powerful beings.

The seeds planted ten thousand years ago have finally erupted today, and the painful fruits they have borne must have an answer today.

"Is Melos still alive?"

"As long as I live, he will not die, but if I die, his soul, like a crumb of bread, will also dissipate."

The Red Angel wanted to rely on words to thwart Sanguinius's will to fight, but he underestimated the Archangel's determination.

Ten thousand years ago, it was because of his hesitation that his descendants embarked on this ultimately irreversible path. Today, regardless of whether his behavior is right or wrong, he decided to do it first and then judge it carefully.

Moreover, as long as the Red Angel exists, the remaining soul of his offspring will suffer for one more day.

Therefore, even if the other person's soul disappears, it will free them from pain.

No matter what he did, it would be a good thing for Melos.

And for me, it is also something that must be done.

Remorse for his offspring and anger towards the Red Angel were superimposed on Sanguinius' body.

He could feel the power of the Blood God gradually approaching him.

But he didn't refuse.

Because the Emperor was also watching him at this time, he wanted the Blood God to watch carefully how he wiped out this abominable existence thrown by the other party bit by bit.

Hatred towards the Red Angel had been swirling in his heart for ten thousand years. Even at the last moment before he fell on the Spirit of Vengeance, all he could think about was whether Herlous had anticipated the outcome, and therefore had jumped into the vortex of anger without hesitation.

"The battle that failed to break out will come to an end today."

"And the only possible outcome is your death!"

A battle broke out between the two angels.

The Spear of Fury in Sanguinius's hand took the lead in attacking, its tip pointing directly at the Red Angel's head, but the latter simply used the long sword dripping with blood in his hand to deflect it from its original direction, and then continued to attack Sanguinius with the sword.

Herlous's body was not strong enough to fight against Sanguinius, but the Red Angel did not rely solely on its body to fight. After all, it was a powerful demon of the Warp. The destructive power and layers of conspiracy of the Warp were its foundation.

This blood-dripped sword is wreathed in boundless flames from the Raging Fire, a corrupted Warp device created by the Dark Apostle Erebus.

This device is also inextricably linked to the birth of the Red Angel itself.

"Want to know more about the past? To be more precise, the grudge between you and me is probably not just about Herlous alone."

When the Blade of Fury and the Sword of Hope collided with each other, Sanguinius heard the Red Angel's whispers to him. Although he did not want to care about the other party's words, he could not help but carefully consider his words.

He had long suspected that there was a feud between the Red Angel and his own Blood Angel, otherwise the other party would not have come straight to his legion.

He even said that the plan he was sent by Horus to clean up the Signus Cluster was just a conspiracy to corrupt himself and the entire Blood Angels Legion.

In the soul sea of Sandales, he had wanted to ask Horus more than once about the details of the original plan.

But in order to take into account the other party's reluctance to recall the past, he finally chose to remain silent.

"This plot was already planned when you went to confront the Archdaemon Kyris of Slaanesh."

"In fact, if you had stepped into the vortex of wrath yourself, the boundless rage of the Blood Angels would have been unleashed forever and without limit."

The power exerted by Sanguinius's hands was amplified several times at this moment. After feeling the unmatched power, the Red Angel quickly retreated and opened up a fighting distance with Sanguinius.

He could feel the power of the Blood God flowing through his body, but the Blood God was unable to control Sanguinius's will and soul.

The true owner of this body possesses a brilliant sea of soul that is not afraid of the power of the warp.

He could sense that this sea of souls housed the power of the Cursed One and the Marked Malcador, and that it itself was a precious treasure extracted from the pure essence of the two vanished primarchs.

Sanguinius was able to escape the Blood God's influence by merging fragments of his own soul into a part of the other.

"You have indeed seized Herlous's body and live in this world, but this cannot conceal the fact that you yourself are nothing more than a filth born from someone else's legacy."

"Tagas was used as a tool by you, and I also regret not being able to completely free him back then."

Sanguinius despised the Red Angel's birthpath, which, like a parasite, drew its birth and everything it needed from the bodies and legacy of others.

The Red Angel was created from the rage of Captain Talgath by the power of the Warp Chaos. He was originally a sub-product of Talgath's withering.

Even his plan to seize the body relies on Tagas's body, which is used to power the "Raging Fire".

The Sword of Hope flashed again.

The Archangel's anger was infused into it, and the sword pierced the Red Angel swiftly.

This time, the Red Angel failed to dodge.

Although he chose to hide the moment Sanguinius set out, the Primarch's strength was ultimately not something he could match.

The sword of hope pierced his shoulder and cut off his left arm like a hot knife through butter.

The demon's warp blood was splashed in the air, and the severed arm was still burning with the demonic flames of rage.

The Red Angel hoped to use the sword in his hand to repel the Archangel's attack, but the Spear of Fury pierced his other shoulder directly.

The furious sword in his hand also fell to the ground at this moment.

"You are much stronger than I thought."

"Maybe... Do you know that you look a lot like the head of Kabanha that I stepped on?"

Listening to what Sanguinius said, the Red Angel suddenly laughed.

Kabanha, the guy whose head was chopped off by the archangel every day, is not qualified to be compared with himself. He doesn't even dare to face Sanguinius now.

I am much better than that ridiculous guy.

"Kill me and end the fate between you and me."

"Oh, you have a good idea. This is just another trap."

Sanguinius' words made the Red Angel's laughter stop abruptly. He didn't know how he had exposed his true plan.

Herlous was still alive within his body. Even if only his soul, as small as cookie crumbs, remained, he was still alive.

As long as Sanguinius kills his own offspring with his own hands, causing their souls to dissipate, Sanguinius will be infected by the blood red, and even the Sea of Souls will not be able to protect him.

But where did I reveal my flaw?

"Very confused, right?"

"Originally, I did intend to kill you myself, but after realizing the relationship between you and my two offspring, I realized something was amiss."

"You are constantly tempting me to kill you, so that I can personally kill my offspring."

The Red Angel, whose plan was seen through, wanted to resist immediately, but Sanguinius suddenly stepped on his body.

The force was so great that it almost dug a hole in his chest, and his body, which had originally wanted to resist, was buried under the ground again because of Sanguinius' attack.

"Perhaps this is what Horus meant. I will lose my judgment of other truths because I care too much about my offspring."

"You hope that I will end my fate today, but this is simply your attempt to repeat the past that deceived me ten thousand years ago."

"I won't be fooled this time."

Pain flowed through the Red Angel's body. He could feel the angry spear that pierced his shoulder destroying his body, and the power belonging to the cursed man was erasing his connection with the warp bit by bit.

If he allowed his power to invade again, the connection between him and the subspace would be completely cut off.

"Mighty Blood God, I beg you to save me! I will offer you the skulls of even more powerful men!"

The Red Angel was scared at this moment. He didn't want to face real death.

The power that came from the cursed one was so overwhelming that it was impossible for the demons killed by that power to be resurrected.

In order to survive, the Red Angel threw away his own face and cried out for help to the Blood God in the curtain of war, but what he didn't expect was that the Blood God who had originally liked him quite a lot did not respond at this moment.

His cries for help fell on deaf ears in the midst of war, not even causing a ripple.

The Blood God's gaze was fixed on Sanguinius, paying no attention to his own plans.

The other party was delighted that Sanguinius was finally willing to use the blessing he bestowed, even if the price was an ancient demon under his command.

From the beginning to the end, I was used like a slave and a consumable.

Once it served the orders of Horus, the Warmaster of Chaos, but now it has been forsaken by the Blood God.

"Even if you rely on this tyrannical power to erase me, you can't escape the consequences of killing your offspring! I will haunt you forever like a shadow, until you completely collapse in pain and despair!"

"Really? How do you know it was my brother who killed him?"

The sudden change in tone made the Red Angel stunned for a moment. He was very familiar with this speaking style.

Or rather, he obeyed this person's orders from the beginning.

"You should have died! You should have been killed aboard the Vengeful Spirit, your soul ripped apart by the Warp!"

The Red Angel recognized the person who was currently using this body. He was not the owner of this body either, but a dead being whom he had never expected.

At this moment, a Holy Blood Guard came up carrying a ceramic steel box containing the World Breaker.

After taking over the body, Horus picked up the weapon that he had not truly wielded for ten thousand years.

Although a long time has passed, every time he mentions the World Breaker, the weapon seems to have become one with him and he can use it at will.

Everyone on the battlefield didn't understand why the archangel would take out a weapon that was extremely similar to the one he had used before, but no one dared to ask any questions.

Because their doubts were questions about the Primarch's will, which was absolutely not allowed.

"From your perspective, there is indeed a connection between you and me, right?"

"The original orders were..."

Boom——!

Before the Red Angel could finish his words, Horus smashed his head with the World Breaker.

The spear of fury that pierced his body blocked his possibility of returning to the Warp. The Emperor's flames burned the Red Angel's soul to ashes, but the remaining fragments of Herlous' soul were taken back by the Emperor.

Horus watched the demonic flames on the body at his feet gradually extinguish, and then placed the Worldbreaker back into the ceramsite box.

It is true that Sanguinius cannot kill the Red Angel with his own hands, but he is different. Not to mention killing him with his own hands, even if he grinds the Red Angel to ashes, he will not be in any trouble at all.

The death of the Red Angel ended the knot that had entangled him and the Archangel for ten thousand years, and the Blood God also had a small pleasure in this battle. Although he failed to deliver the goods, he could be regarded as exchanging the Red Angel for an experience card.

"Anyone else dare to come? I'll take care of them all!"

Horus did not return his body to Sandales, but continued to control his body and challenged the demons of the Blood God.

He wanted to use this opportunity to lure Abaddon down from the Spirit of Vengeance.

He could guarantee that as long as Abaddon found that no one on Cadia could defeat Sandales head-on, he would come in person.

The Blackstone Obelisk beneath the Allison Plains was something Abaddon had to destroy, and the existence of Sandales was an obstacle he had to overcome.

So this foolish offspring will eventually come in person.

"Take my words back to your Warmaster of Chaos! I await him within Krave Bastion! If he still considers himself the Warmaster of Chaos, come and challenge me personally!"

"If he can't defeat a Primarch, the Black Crusade will remain a joke forever!"

"Abaddon will never be as good as my fallen brother. At least Horus dared to wield his weapon against the Emperor, who was far more powerful than he!"

Horus kicked the broken body of the Red Angel into the demon wave, and all the demons retreated silently after a brief silence.

Traitorous Astartes from other Chaos warbands also stayed away from the battlefield.

They could not defeat the Primarch, that was an undeniable fact.

This time, the attack on the Temple of Saint Moricon was temporarily disintegrated, and the defenders could take a short breath and simply replenish their physical energy.

As Horus was about to leave, he discovered that there were still a few traitorous Astartes remaining on the battlefield. Two veterans from the Black Legion chose to lay down their weapons and walked towards Horus.