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

But when they were about to approach Horus, the two attendant nuns beside the Living Saint Celestine immediately stopped them.

After all, in the eyes of them and all the Imperial warriors, the two traitors from the Black Legion were approaching the Archangel Sanguinius, not Horus.

"Capture them, we can get information from them."

Before Abaddon's gaze fell on him, Horus returned his body to Sandales in time. He couldn't let Abaddon discover that he had returned.

Otherwise he would definitely not come down in person.

“You…really…”

The two Black Legion veterans who voluntarily laid down their arms were surrounded by the accompanying Holy Blood Guard. Among the rebel troops who had just participated in the attack on the Temple of Saint Moricon, only these two rebel Astartes from the Black Legion were left.

They present themselves as traitors rather than corrupted, firmly believing that they remain loyal to the wishes left by their former fathers and closely follow the footsteps of the current Warmaster Abaddon.

Although many of his brothers have thrown themselves into the arms of the Four Gods one after another, he and a very small number of his brothers still remain wary of them.

They still remember the terrifying face of their father at the end of the Shadow Crusade. It was indeed their father's body, but it was in no way under the control of their genetic father.

Until the Gene-Father was finally defeated by the Emperor, they were only relieved that their father was completely liberated.

At least my father no longer has to be used as a tool by the subspace and can fully accept freedom.

"Don't say anything. You are captives now. I won't believe anything you say until I get the correct information from you."

Sandres interrupted the two traitors with words. The more they spoke now, the more difficult it would be for him later.

"Take them back to Redoubt Krav and keep them out of sight of anyone until I can question them."

He said this to the accompanying Holy Blood Guards, although he initially intended to hand over the two Black Legion traitors to the Living Saint Celestine.

But after thinking it over carefully, he was afraid that the living saint would kill them both with one sword.

Therefore, for the sake of safety, he should hand it over to the Holy Blood Guards at his disposal. Without his explicit order, the Holy Blood Guards would not directly kill these two traitors of the Black Legion.

The commander of the Holy Blood Guard nodded, and then escorted the two traitors onto the Thunder Eagle transport plane bound for Klav Bastion.

They needed to explain to Lord Creedburg first to prevent any unnecessary accidents.

"The situation is dire. Cadia's defenses are extremely limited. We just received news that the Black Templars' Astartes troops have retreated back to the Klav Redoubt."

"The Iron Warriors took the walls they were defending?"

"No, it was the Black Templars who voluntarily abandoned their defenses. They claimed that as descendants of Dorne, they shouldn't abandon their positions, but their remaining forces must play a role in the decisive battle."

The Living Saint Celestine walked to the side of Sandales at this time. She had already received the Emperor's divine inspiration, so she descended on Cadia and waited for Sandales' arrival.

Originally, I was worried that fate had changed, so that the emperor's offspring would not be able to come.

But unexpectedly, at their most critical moment, Sandres rushed to the battlefield and extended a helping hand.

The other side simply joined the battle and directly broke through one of the attacks of the demon waves. Even the demon engines could not resist it. Then they killed the warp demons in the formation, which quickly stabilized the morale of the defenders of the Temple of Saint Moricon.

"We need to abandon our defenses here and retreat into Klav Redoubt. If we can lure the Chaos Warmaster into battle on the ground, we'll have the opportunity to execute a decapitation operation and thwart his plans for the 13th Black Crusade."

"We follow your orders, but before we retreat, should we plant explosives here?"

"If there are any extra, you can place them here to inflict the greatest possible damage on the traitorous forces. But if there are no extra, then keep those explosives. They will be needed in the upcoming defense of Klav Redoubt."

The defense line of the Temple of Saint Moricon could no longer be maintained. Continuing to deploy manpower here would simply plunge their side into an endless war of attrition.

Abaddon doesn't care about the loss of those demons and fanatics. To him, those cannon fodders are gone, and there are still others to use.

But this is not the case on their side. The presence of every soldier can prolong the defense time of Cardia as much as possible. If the casualties in the Temple of St. Moricon are too heavy, it will be very difficult to defend the Klav Bastion next.

In the space orbit, the existence of the Phalanx helped them to contain the Black Fleet, so they had to find a way to delay as much time as possible for Caul on the ground battlefield.

Moreover, it is still unknown how long it will take Cawl to actually activate those black stone obelisks. After all, they are alien creations, and the Mechanicus has never conducted detailed research on these black stones before.

Unless a third party enters the market at this time, it would be a pipe dream to try to figure out how to use Blackstone in a short period of time.

Celestine assigned tasks to the two attendant nuns at hand and asked them to organize the troops to retreat into the interior of Klav Bastion, especially the combat nuns.

Before Sandales arrived, the Lord of Skulls launched a very deadly attack on them, and the defense line of one of the battle nun teams was directly hit hard.

Under the attack of the magic blood cannon in his hand, dozens of combat sisters were burned alive in their mortal power armor, and a considerable number of the remaining combat sisters were also injured. If they could not get medical treatment, the only fate waiting for them was to return to the Golden Throne.

"Why don't you go and reorganize the troops?"

Originally, Sandales thought Celestine would also leave here, but he didn't expect the latter to just stand quietly beside him without any intention of organizing the team.

"My orders from the Great Emperor are to follow your actions for the rest of my life. New servants will take over the Emperor's other orders."

Sandiles was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what Celestine meant.

Why would this living saint receive such a strange order from the Emperor, and what does it mean to follow his own actions for the rest of his life?

Does this mean that he is planning to send a large nun to serve him?

"Ahem, Sandrix, do you remember the deal you made with your father when Valentino came to the nest?"

"Deal? What deal? How can you have a deal with your father?"

Originally, Sanguinius wanted to give a reminder, but a certain older kid next to him immediately refused to do so.

It's fine that Koz had a shady deal with his father, but why did you two also make a deal with his father?

So now I'm the only one who knows nothing?

Sanguinius pushed away the bald man who was about to glare at him, then waved his hand.

It's not their fault, because Horus was stuffed into the Sea of Souls after the deal was done in Sandales.

So it's normal that he doesn't know about this.

"Why didn't I remember that I had to live as a saint with the Emperor? The reason I agreed to work overtime wasn't because..."

Thinking of this, Sandres realized that he had forgotten something very important.

He asked the emperor to promise to give him a saint before he agreed to work overtime.

Now I have added the class.

Could it be that the saint given to me is Celestine?

This is not the saint I want!

What I want is a saint who can work overtime for me!

Having figured everything out, Sandales glanced at the living saint beside him out of the corner of his eye, then sighed silently.

"Go and help reorganize the troops first. Let's return to Krav Redoubt as soon as possible, and then we can discuss other matters."

"Got it, I'll get it done as soon as possible."

It was not until Celestine moved away from him that the expression on Sandiles's face completely got out of control.

That old Emperor Deng has screwed himself over. He is playing word games with himself!

What he wanted at the beginning was a saint who could work overtime for him, such as handling clerical work, and he could get one from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Now, he has a living saint, but what should he do with him? Letting Celestine handle clerical work is a complete waste of talent, and she may not be capable of doing it.

In the end, you still have to do the work yourself!

Lao Deng, just wait for me, are you playing word games?

Wait until I wake up Guilliman, and see if we still care about you. We will directly establish a second... No, I can't say that. Horus is still here...

Never mind, I don't care about this anymore, let's think about what to do next with Cardia...

Looking at the airdrop pod dropped to the ground by the Spirit of Vengeance in the distance, Sandiles couldn't help but start to worry about Cadia's fate again.

If things continue like this, Cadia will sooner or later be completely overwhelmed by the surging warp offensive.

Moreover, he felt that the Black Stone Fortress in space was definitely not just hanging there. If Abaddon wanted to, he could just smash that thing down and physically destroy Cadia.

"Father! You're back? Are you really back?!"

Before Sandres had time to think about anything else, a burst of shouting attracted the attention of him and the defenders along the entire line of defense.

If there was nothing wrong with his eyes, it should be the Blood Angels' power armor paint.

Kararan is coming? Shouldn't they defend the front line?

"Don't even think about running so fast! Father belongs to everyone, not just you!"

Ugh, it seems like there is someone else following Kararan~

Sandiles took a quick look and found that the veterans who followed him to Cadia were closely following Kararan.

He was even waving a steel cable in his hand, trying to pull back the brothers from the mother group who were running towards him.

However, Karararan and his men ran so fast that the veterans of the two regiments, the Weepers and the Flesh Tearers, behind them could not catch up at all.

Even if he threw out the steel rope in his hand to restrain their bodies, Karararan and the others would dodge it in various strange angles and postures.

"You've already had the pleasure of fighting alongside your father! Now it's our turn!"

"What do you mean it's your turn? Who can you blame for not going to Valentino?! Come back here, you bunch of bandits, don't even think about kidnapping our father!"

"It's Tiangang! We are the parent group of the Blood Angels!"

"I don't care! We found our father first! So he should be ours!"

The veteran who was chasing after Kalaran was called Thorpe, the psychic think tank who currently led all the veterans of the two chapters, the Weepers and the Flesh Tearers.

As fellow Astartes, you want to see your father, and we also want to see our father.

But the question is, isn't it a bit unfair for you guys to start early?

We are still cleaning up the battlefield!

You guys are so good, you ran straight to where your father is!

Aren't you afraid of damaging the reputation of the Blood Angels?

In Sandelles's sight, Karararan's running speed was almost as fast as that of the Buffalo armored personnel carrier, and his legs were constantly moving as if he had taken stimulants.

There was some distance between them originally.

But in the blink of an eye, Kararan had already run half the distance.

The most important thing is that this company commander is now wearing the Terminator power armor. If he can walk so fast in this thing, I have to look up to him.

When the figure with golden armor and white feathers came into view, Kararan's running speed instantly increased a bit, so much so that Thorpe behind him thought that this guy might not be a Blood Angel, but a White Scar.

He can run so fast even in a Terminator, he is the best even among the Blood Angels.

"Father! It's really Father, you're back!"

"Calm down, don't run so fast, or you'll crash into someone if you can't stop."

Although Sandiles had already advised him, Karararan had no intention of slowing down. Instead, he continued to rush towards him at the same speed.

"Slow down, slow down! Don't run so fast, you really won't be able to stop soon!"

Seeing that Kalaran was running faster and faster, even Sandiles' heart began to beat fast. He definitely couldn't dodge, otherwise it would affect his image in the hearts of the Blood Angels.

But the problem is, if I don't dodge, Kararan's posture really looks like he wants to crash into me.

If I can't stop the car...

This thought had just flashed through his mind when Sandiles noticed a restless blue bird claw appear under Kararan's feet.

Then the bird's claws tightly gripped Kararan...

"Father, get out of the way!"

"I told you not to run so fast—!"

Before he could finish his words, Kararan crashed into Sandres' body like a cannonball, and both of them fell to the ground.

This sudden situation almost scared Thorpe and the other veterans to death on the spot. Even the Holy Blood Guards were frightened and trembled all over.

If they just wanted to beat up Kalaran just now, now they want to kill Kalaran.

"Father, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but you might be in trouble later."

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Chapter 68: The higher the value of the sacrifice, the more lives will be redeemed from hell!

"Did he really say that?"