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

The Blood Angels thought their plan had succeeded.

The Black Legion was completely dumbfounded.

"Chaos Warmaster Abaddon has surrendered. The Black Legion has lost! But I have learned of a greater conspiracy. He has harmed both of us. Order an immediate retreat! Evacuate all Imperial soldiers from Cadia!"

"Why should we listen to you?!"

Bang - boom!

Horus used the World Breaker in his hand to slam the person who raised objections into the wall, and finally weighed the power hammer in his hand eagerly.

"Who else disagrees?"

"No more, right? If not, then hurry up and execute it!"

73

Chapter 73 The true Son of Horus is back!

“Is this…?”

"probably……"

At this moment, the Blood Angels were personally guarding the Black Legion's captives back to the surface of Cadia.

All the Cadian defenders gathered at the Klav Redoubt and the Allison Plain defense line have evacuated the planet.

The order to evacuate, issued in the name of Sanguinius, is absolute.

No one would question the Archangel's orders.

No one would question whether there would be any mistakes in the orders of such a demigod and son of God.

After all, no matter how bad the final outcome of such a scene is, it is just the destruction of Cardia. They still have more important missions to complete.

To be able to fight alongside an archangel in this life is an unparalleled honor, an opportunity many people beg for but cannot obtain.

The wills of Horus and Sanguinius have retreated into the Sea of Souls, and their bodies have returned to their original owners, Sandales.

Abaddon, who was beaten badly by Horus, is now hiding alone in a separate room in a depressed mood, and he is being guarded by the champions of the chapter and company around Sandales.

Among them was even the Emperor's Champion from the Black Templars, wielding a black sword. He had originally wanted to fight Abaddon to the death in a duel, but was stopped by Sandales.

"Is this really just your father?"

A captured veteran of the Black Legion mustered up the courage to ask this question to the Blood Angel descendant beside him.

When they were first captured, they actually did not resist, and even provided some help, working together to defeat the group of fallen brothers.

Because in the body of this archangel, they seemed to see a familiar figure.

Even if their gene seed is contaminated again, they will never forget that shadow.

"Shut up and don't say anything, he's just our father!"

"You are lying. You are denying something in your heart."

As an old monster who had lived for ten thousand years, this veteran of the Black Legion saw the clues almost immediately.

The young cousin in front of me is hiding some facts.

And even they themselves are unwilling to admit this fact.

They were nitpicking, and the body contained more than just the Archangel's soul.

If the archangels could return, then his father who died in the same place as the archangels could definitely return too!

You know, before the swords were drawn, the relationship between their father and the archangel was the best!

"Shut up, traitor! First you brought countless disasters to the empire, and now you're plotting against our father. What do you want to do?!"

"Philos, calm down. Father's orders are to keep them under guard."

"But these guys are targeting my father!"

In fact, when Horus used Sandales' body to walk out of the cave, they realized one thing.

It seemed that there were still some souls in his father's body that shouldn't be there. Apart from the original owner Sandales and their father Sanguinius, there seemed to be a guy named Horus.

Every time this name appeared in their minds, they felt waves of anger rushing to their heads, but their father's voice could always dissuade them from such uncontrollable emotions.

That damn guy must be trying to use my father's kindness to achieve his own return!

"I know they are targeting my father, but we are also carrying out my father's orders. This concerns our future relationship with my father."

"Camitro, what do you mean?"

Camitro, wearing Terminator power armor, was approaching this side step by step until he stopped next to the young recruit called Ferros.

As a veteran of the first company of the parent regiment, he was sent here to ensure that the young people of these subsidiary regiments would not do anything out of line.

The order left by my father was to guard these Black Legion prisoners, not to engage in battle or any other action against them.

They are the descendants of the Blood Angels. All they have to do is carry out their father's orders. Conflicts or quarrels are not within their consideration.

"Listen to me, if you get into a conflict with them now, our image in Father's eyes will decline."

Camitro embraced the young warrior Philos with his huge and heavy arms.

The other party was wearing standard Mk.6 power armor. The size of this power armor was like comparing a Bison personnel carrier with a Leman Russ tank.

After taking the impulsive young warrior aside, Camitro looked around.

After making sure that no one could hear what they said next, they slowly began to tell Philos what the veterans of their mother group were thinking.

"Think about it, the order our father left behind was to keep these traitors under guard, right?"

"Yes, that's exactly what my father said."

"Then think about it again. Why did Father ask us to guard these traitors instead of killing them?"

Listening to Camitro's slightly guiding statement, Philos seemed to have discovered some blind spots.

"You have also realized that something is amiss. Father is currently negotiating with the former Warmaster. He must have used his sincere words to persuade that sinner to return to the Empire and the Emperor."

"Even though it's been ten thousand years, Father still succeeded. If we clash with the Black Legion now, wouldn't all of Father's efforts be wasted?"

Philos was silent for a moment, hoping that what Camitro said was true.

If Father was indeed negotiating with Horus.

If they clashed with the Black Legion at this time, Horus would certainly reject his father's conditions in order to protect his offspring.

This would go to waste all their father's efforts.

They can't take such a risk.

"So what's your opinion?"

"Not only must we avoid a conflict, we must also engage in dialogue with the enemy and sincerely persuade these traitors to return to the Empire and wash away their sins through future battles."

"What good will this do us?"

"Father will be happy to think you followed his path."

Philos thought silently for a while, finally nodded, and returned to his previous position without saying a word.

This time, although he did not have a verbal conflict with the guy who asked the question, he did not take the initiative to talk to the other party either.

Just standing there in silence.

"How is it? It's hard to manage the people under you, right?"

"Manage? If a few more of them come, I might not even be able to control myself."

As Camitro replied, he threw the rectangular ceramic steel in his hand, which had been squeezed and deformed, to the ground.

If I hadn't been holding this thing in my hand, I would have fought with those traitors long ago.

Do you really think these veterans are all calm?

It is impossible to remain calm. How can I remain calm when seeing my former enemy?

But they must give priority to carrying out their father's orders.

All matters concerning hatred can be resolved later through honor duels.

But now, they must not have a private conflict with him, otherwise their father will be very sad.

"Karan, when did you discover that father and the Warmaster were together?"

The warrior who walked up to him was none other than Kalaran, the captain of the First Company of the Blood Angels.

It was the other party who first gathered these veterans and made public the news that his father and Horus were actually together.

"Do you remember the two Black Legion traitors who surrendered on the battlefield?"

"They were let loose, and no one issued a manhunt order, if you understand me?"

As a long-time colleague, Camitro instantly understood what Kararan meant.

The other party's words were very clear, referring to the fact that my father let the two traitors go.

"If it were just my father, he would definitely not let the traitor live."

"It is up to the Emperor to spare them, and Father would probably prefer to send them to the Emperor."

Kalaran reached out and took off his power armor helmet, and underneath the helmet was a face whose swelling was slowly subsiding.

My brothers in the regiment were really too cruel.

I don’t know where they got the steel cables from, but they actually hung themselves on the ceiling and used them as sandbags.

There were even a few guys out for revenge.

He actually suggested strapping himself to steel blocks and then having them ram him with Leman Russ tanks.

I don't understand it myself. This doesn't take brotherhood into account at all!

"Heh, your face isn't swollen yet?"

"Shut up, you have no right to say that. Everyone else fought with bare hands, but you wanted to use power gloves!"

"Isn't this just a habit? You should understand, right?"

I don't understand shit. Don't let me catch you next time, or I'll hang you on the ceiling and beat you up.

"Why did father suddenly order a retreat? Could it be that Abaddon was really telling the truth?"

"What else? Since Horus is truly with his father, then Abaddon, as his descendant, would certainly not dare to lie to Horus."

Kararan breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the various ships that were evacuating in the distance and his silent father.

As news of the defeat of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon spread, the Black Fleet that had been assembled was completely shattered, and many Chaos warbands that did not want to continue fighting here chose to flee.

The few remaining Black Legion veterans have been captured one by one by them. These are guys who can still be saved, and it is not worth it to let them die because of the Chaos God.

"Karan, gather all the fighting forces to the port. We are about to leave."

"Father, may I ask why we must evacuate immediately?"

"There is another Blackstone Fortress within the Eye of Terror, and they are ready to open fire. There is a man even more sinister than Abaddon, who intends to destroy the Blackstone Obelisk of Cadia along with this abandoned Warmaster of Chaos."

The communication equipment brought news that Sandales was summoning them to the airport. The Empire's only remaining naval ships here were evacuating the survivors on Cadia as much as possible.

Approximately 600 to 700 million manpower were successfully evacuated from Cadia. Including the Cadian Astra Militarum fighting in various star regions of the Empire, they may be the last surviving Cadian people in the Empire.

"Is there no way we can foil this plan?"

"Remember those two guys I let go? They've gathered the remaining Black Legion members in the fortress and are now trying to seize control of the Black Stone Fortress."

Sandiles' explanation answered some of Karajan's questions.

But he was still a little confused. Since someone had already gone to seize control of Blackstone Fortress, why did they still leave?

Could it be that Father anticipated that they would fail to take it?

"I know what you're wondering. They can definitely capture it, but the problem is, I'm worried that the attack on Blackstone Fortress will be completed before it's captured."

Sandales had already rushed to the Imperial Navy's evacuation site to coordinate, and was thinking about the prophetic picture.

According to the common prophecy of Curze and Sanguinius, the Blackstone Fortress hidden in the Eye of Terror must have completed the firing and blasted a huge crater on the surface of Cadia.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the planet Cadia itself did not explode.

After that attack, the Blackstone Obelisk on Cadia was undoubtedly destroyed, and the eruption of the Eye of Terror was a foregone conclusion.