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

He didn't believe that the demons that occupied his brothers' bodies were good things, just as he didn't believe that Erebus was a good thing.

When Abaddon reached the end of the corridor, a figure surrounded by Blood Angel veterans finally appeared before him.

That was the Archangel Sanguinius who fell on the Spirit of Vengeance ten thousand years ago!

The magic sword in his hand, Draconian, had once drunk his blood, and now the magic sword was trembling wildly.

"Archangel, are you ready for your second death?"

The Fallen Brothers and Messengers of Despair behind Abaddon lined up one after another, and the veterans of the Blood Angels Chapter also took up their positions, with the leader being the First Captain Kalaran.

It's just that this time Kararan seemed to have changed his helmet, which was two times larger than the previous one.

The commanders of the two armies are about to engage in a real duel. The brothers and sons of both sides will never allow the other side to harm their commander or father.

The Blood Angels looked at the scene before them, then at the familiar demonic sword and the massive Claw of Horus.

My thoughts were dragged back to my past memories, and a bunch of horrible memories of the past flooded into my mind.

"I am right here with you. Do not dwell on the horrors of the past. I have returned to the Empire, and the past will not repeat itself."

Sanguinius's voice brought his descendants back to their senses, preventing the seeds of black rage that he had suppressed from surfacing again.

Karara shook his head angrily, shaking the already blurred image out of his mind.

The person standing opposite him was not Horus, and his father was right beside him. He didn't need Black Rage at all!

Besides, they couldn't say that the person standing next to them was Horus, right?

Besides, even if Horus really was standing next to him... that was Horus who was pulled back from the brink by his father's touching words!

"That's not necessarily true, Archangel. I'm not necessarily worse than my father."

"In my opinion, you're not even half as good as he is."

Sanguinius is currently using Sandales' body, while Horus is already rubbing his hands in readiness. He lets his good brother warm him up first, and he will take the field later.

Today he wanted Abaddon to recall why he was his genetic father!

Are you enjoying using your Claw of Horus?

Draconian used it quite impressively, didn't he?

Oh, I'll give you the World Destroyer again, and you can be the father of genes.

The two sides stared at each other with a fierce look.

No one knew who roared first, and the battle officially began!

(A beetle secretly starts recording in the gap)

Abaddon ran towards Sanguinius, and the archangel flapped his wings and flew towards Abaddon.

Violent sparks erupted between the Sword of Hope in his hand and the demon sword Draconian. This terrifying evil weapon born from the first murder of mankind once again collided with the weapon that embodied the power of the Emperor.

The two forces attacked each other madly as if they were incompatible, almost wanting to completely wipe out each other.

Abaddon wielded the huge ancient power claw of the Claw of Horus. This weapon, inherited directly from his father, once drank the blood of gods, and now it is also an extremely powerful divine weapon!

Sanguinius flapped his wings and retreated a distance. The Claw of Horus was too huge, and each attack was powerful and heavy, and he could not withstand it head-on.

If you want to paralyze this weapon, you must paralyze the joints of Abaddon's right arm.

But the armor attached to its arms is too thick, and it is also protected by the energy of the subspace and the blessings of the four gods.

Even with the spear of rage, it couldn't be easily penetrated.

You must find the right moment and stab into the gap the moment he raises his hand to succeed.

Sanguinius did not dare to underestimate Abaddon, who had been blessed by the Four Gods. He was almost dealing with him at the same level as when he fought Horus.

After all, since Sandales' body has not yet obtained enough soul fragments to complete its growth, it will be a bit troublesome when dealing with Abaddon.

While Sanguinius was fighting carefully, Abaddon was also suffering. The sparring with his father had made him feel the gap between himself and the Primarch countless times.

Even with the blessings of the four gods.

But when he faced a real Primarch again, he found that the unstoppable battle he had expected did not exist at all.

The archangel in front of him was extremely difficult to deal with. Just by passing over his head, his speed was already dazzling.

If he had not been cautious and kept Draconian in front of his neck, the sword in the other party's hand would have chopped off his head long ago.

The archangel once fought with his father who was blessed by the four gods for a period of time. Even though the other party died in the end, this is by no means a reason to underestimate the archangel.

After dodging Abaddon's attack, Sanguinius stepped directly on the Claw of Horus and stabbed Abaddon's head with the Spear of Fury in his hand.

But Abaddon swung the Draconian in his left hand at this moment, deflecting the furious spear that was stabbing at his head to the side, and the spearhead almost brushed past his ear.

This situation made Abaddon sweat profusely.

It wasn't his own movement just now, but Draconian that was moving his body. If it hadn't reacted, the spear would have at least taken off a piece of flesh from his face, even if it hadn't pierced his head.

After dodging this attack, Abaddon was instantly swept by rage.

With eyes brimming with rage, he stared directly at the Archangel in front of him, and used the Draconian to chop at the Archangel's unprotected left rib.

The spear of his rage was still hanging on the right side of his head, and the sword of hope had not been successfully retracted. The archangel had no chance to defend himself at the moment!

When Draconian slashed at Sanguinius's body with hunger and greed, the archangel suddenly turned his left wrist and made a flipping gun flower with the Spear of Fury in the air.

The Spear of Fury turned around to block the attack of Draconian, and used his left leg as a second source of power to stabilize his posture. At this time, his right hand, along with the Sword of Hope, slashed towards Abaddon's neck.

Abaddon wanted to exploit the gaps in his body to attack, and didn't he also want to exploit Abaddon's gaps to attack?

At this moment, the Claw of Horus was under his feet, and Draconian was stuck by the Spear of Fury due to Abaddon's backhand attack, so he had no power to resist at the moment.

Both of them looked at the flaming Sword of Hope at the same time. Abaddon's eyes trembled in fear, but his right hand moved on its own.

The large-caliber parallel bolter attached to the Claw of Horus suddenly opened fire, pouring cursed bombs at Sanguinius at close range.

These cursed bombs were enough to tear through any Astartes' power armor, but they had little effect when they hit Sanguinius's new golden and red armor.

Although the actual damage was not great, the continuous bombardment forced Sanguinius to retreat, and Abaddon took this opportunity to increase the distance between himself and the archangel.

This was not his intention to take a breather at this time, but his intention to continue to suppress the enemy with the parallel grenade launcher on the Claw of Horus.

He now realized that the archangel's armor did not have any long-range weapons, and the opponent was now in a state of close combat advantage and long-range disadvantage.

That's why he was extremely eager to engage in close combat with himself in order to eliminate his shortcomings.

He didn't care whether the duel was conducted in a fair and just manner. As long as he could kill the archangel in front of him, he would use any method!

Abaddon suppressed Sanguinius's actions with the parallel bolter in his hand, and even intended to use bolts to attack the three pairs of wings behind him.

These three pairs of wings give Sanguinius unparalleled maneuverability, which is the most troublesome part.

The Primarch's physical fitness was far superior to his own. If his speed could be fully utilized, he would become the archangel who boarded the Spirit of Vengeance ten thousand years ago to die.

Abaddon had a ferocious expression on his face.

But at this moment, he found that Sanguinius seemed to have a smile of success.

Before he could anticipate what was happening, a beam of golden light smashed straight through the ceiling above his head.

Under the bright light, Abaddon closed his eyes, but a sharp pain spread from his right hand the next second.

Something had destroyed the parallel bolter connected to his nerves.

When Abaddon opened his eyes again, the figure of the living saint Celestine appeared before him, and the other party kicked him and made him stagger.

Just as the Chaos Warmaster tried to steady himself, Sanguinius once again pressed forward with spear and blade.

After knocking Abaddon directly into a half-open wall, the falling rocks directly covered the hole, as if it was pre-designed.

The Black Templars' swordmasters and the previously missing Firehowl Company suddenly appeared above the hole in the ceiling and quickly joined the battle between the Blood Angels and the Black Legion below.

Especially the Fire Howling Company, these warriors from the Space Wolves Legion seemed to have awakened the content programmed in their genes.

When attacking the Black Legion traitors, their movements and reactions were even faster than those of the Black Templars' sword masters, and their combat power was close to that of the Blood Angels who possessed Primarchs to stimulate their gene-seed.

The Living Saint Celestine replaced Sanguinius and started the battle against the Black Legion, but all the loyalists were intentionally or unintentionally directing more firepower towards the fallen brothers whose bodies were possessed by demons.

As for the Messengers of Despair and the thousand-year-old veterans of the Black Legion, they were handed over to the Living Saint Celestine, the Company Champion and the Emperor Champion of the Black Templars to capture.

On the other side of the wall, Sanguinius successfully pierced Abaddon's thigh with the Sword of Hope, and the Emperor's power instantly surged into his body.

The two directly opposing forces used him as a battlefield, bringing him unbearable pain.

My sanity was gradually slipping away, and anxiety and anger took over my heart.

Horus's claws suddenly slapped out, intending to knock Sanguinius' body directly to the ground.

But when it was about to hit the ground, Sanguinius urgently changed his body posture.

He immediately flapped his wings to spin his body, unloading most of the force by rolling, and finally squatted steadily on the ground.

Abaddon was not so lucky.

His left leg was pierced directly by the Sword of Hope. The Emperor's power burned part of the muscles in his left leg into charcoal, and even drove away some of the blessings of the Four Gods in his body.

The magic sword Draconian was also instantly dropped from his hand due to the sudden attack, and his eyes were injured by the golden light of the living saint Celestine, so at the last moment he could not see which direction Draconian flew.

It can be said that he, the Chaos Warmaster, now has no ability to resist at all.

"So even archangels can use tricks?"

"Subterfuge isn't just for you guys. As long as you can kill the enemy, you can use any means. After all, if you kill the enemy, no one will know you used it."

"Father's evaluation of you back then was truly objective. If you cut it open, even the inside is black."

"Do you still remember what your father said back then? I thought you had forgotten it completely."

Abaddon endured the dizziness in his eyes and the severe pain in his legs, and once again steadied himself.

He originally thought that the archangel would take this opportunity to pursue him relentlessly.

But after standing up, he found that the other party was rummaging through a box and was not coming to chase him.

"What? You're so kind that you suddenly don't want to kill me?"

"Of course not. If we talk about murderous intent, I have it heavier than any of my brothers, especially towards traitors like you. But the problem is that someone else asked me to spare your life first. He has something to discuss with you."

"Stop joking. The only ones who can talk to me here are you and that living saint. Who are the others?"

"You said this, remember this, don't regret it later. Even if you get beaten up, don't turn around and say I'm a mean person."

These last few words made Abaddon's right eyebrow twitch wildly, and he even wondered if there was something wrong with his facial nerves.

But soon, his two hearts began to accelerate uncontrollably, and even his body began to tremble slightly.

"I ask you again, do you really remember what Horus said back then?"

Sanguinius suddenly had a bit of a bad taste in his mouth. After suppressing Horus's strong desire to take over the body, he continued to ask Abaddon this question.

It was as if the answer to this question was very important to me.

Although he didn't know why Sanguinius asked him this, Abaddon still looked around silently, looking for the Draconian he had thrown out.

When he saw the magic sword embedded in the wall, he quietly dragged his body closer to it, intending to retrieve the magic sword and launch a sneak attack before Sanguinius turned around.

He knew that such behavior was almost a pipe dream.

But he didn't want to surrender, nor did he want to die in humiliation under the archangel's sword.

He would rather be beheaded by the Archangel in battle than die miserably and powerlessly.

"Of course I remember what my father said back then. I remember it clearly."

"Really? I don't think so. Look at what you've done to the Sons of Horus. The so-called Black Legion? Is there still the purity of the Sons of Horus?"

"You are not my father, so why are you teaching me a lesson on my father's behalf?!"

Abaddon was like a wild cat whose tail was stepped on. Sanguinius' words deeply stimulated the most painful weakness in his heart.

After the founding of the Black Legion, the former Sons of Horus fell apart.

Most of the brothers either left because of their own ambitions or parted ways because they looked down on him.

It was not until later that he found them and defeated them one by one that he regained control of their power.

How could the archangel possibly know what he was going through!

No one knows how much he has paid to maintain stability among brothers!

"If Horus returned today, he would probably be very angry, right?"

This statement made Abaddon furious.