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

Therefore, the identities of these black-armored guards in front of us have to be moved back a while.

These guys might have joined the original legion immediately after the Terra Unification War, and have been fighting from before the Great Crusade until now.

If this kind of guy appeared in the current empire, no one would be able to stop him unless the Primarch himself took action.

Their combat experience is richer than those of the Dreadnoughts, and their existence is even longer than that of some newly trained Imperial Guards.

"I suddenly have doubts about your origins."

"Don't doubt it, my lord. We are the Night's Sons of Terra, and we are the last Night's Sons of Terra."

At this moment, Sandales understood the origins of these black-armored guards. They existed in the same period as the missing Grand Commander of the Imperial Guards, Constantine Waldo, and their existence was even older than the Great Crusade itself.

"Remain restrained, children. Their identities are more complex than you imagine, and even older than anything you have ever known."

"I don't want you to clash with them, otherwise you will definitely be the ones who get hurt."

Sandiles' words were a little unbelievable to the Blood Angels. They had never heard of the words exchanged between their father and these Black Armored Guards, and there was no record of them even in the library of the Angel Castle.

"Actually, you don't need to be angry at all. It's not so much that we hate you as it is that we are jealous of you."

"I'm jealous of you guys having a good..."

Before the leading Black Armored Guard could finish his words, Koze's angry roar was immediately heard. This thin-skinned Midnight Haunter didn't want the Black Armored Guard to speak ill of him in front of his brother.

This made the leading black-armored guard shake his head helplessly at Sandres.

To be honest, they were really jealous of the Blood Angels for having such a good father, and even welcoming another sub-father-like existence after ten thousand years.

Did these Blood Angels really take away the good fortunes of the other Legions?

They were really a little jealous.

"It seems like you guys aren't having a good time either."

Sandales had a smile on his face, almost as if he was watching a play. He was almost the same as Sanguinius in terms of his bad taste.

They all particularly like to dig out the little secrets within other legions, and watch their own legion's internal affairs as if they were a movie.

And now, the words of these black-armored guards undoubtedly made up for his and the archangel's strong desire in this regard.

Sandiles reached out and patted the shoulder of the black-armored guard in front of him, and finally pointed implicitly at the Blood Angels behind him.

"If possible, please help me train them a little. These guys are still too weak in anti-infiltration capabilities."

"Just consider it a request from your uncle. I'll bring you some grapes from the agricultural planet when the time comes."

After hearing the whispering voice of Sandiles with their hearing power which was stronger than that of the Blood Angels, the black-armored guards guarding the door and those hiding in the shadows immediately became alert.

Their father had never brought them grapes, but this uncle was willing to do so.

Then they could also make some exceptions and help train these young and somewhat ignorant cousins.

It so happened that the Blood Angels might have to frequently face those Zerg swarms that were good at shuttling through pipes in the future. Training their anti-infiltration skills now could be regarded as indirectly saving the lives of these young cousins.

They would never admit that they were greedy for the grapes given to them by their uncle.

Besides, the grapes were secondary. The main thing was given by this uncle, and they had never been given anything as a gift by anyone else.

This is the first time in my life.

The Blood Angels led by Thorpe watched Sandales, Celestine and Caul walk into the main control room, and then they saw these black-armored guards gradually approaching them.

What's even more terrifying is that a large number of black-armored guards emerged from corners where Astartes could not have hidden.

Especially since they were all wearing huge Iron Cavalry Terminator power armor, and he and his brothers didn't even notice their existence along the way.

At this moment, Thorpe, with alarm bells ringing in his body, realized what his father meant.

No wonder they were asked to remain restrained. Not to mention whether they could defeat the opponent in a one-on-one duel with their top martial arts that had been honed over thousands of years, these lurking black-armored guards could easily take their lives silently.

And they may not even know how they died.

This is the gap in combat experience and personal skills, not to mention that the opponent's equipment is even more sophisticated than what they use.

"Don't you want to challenge us? No problem, we'll give you the chance now, but you have to be prepared to get hurt and frightened."

"After all, we will be quite ruthless, and our methods will be very terrifying."

"If you are ready, please head towards the training ground."

Originally, the Blood Angels thought that the Black Armored Guard Commander would lead them, but soon, this idea was completely shattered.

Because a black-armored guard suddenly appeared from the shadows, destroyed the power backpack of one of the Terminator team members, and then immediately disappeared.

And they didn't even catch each other's shadow.

"The lights will guide you to the training ground. Just a heads up, this ship is quite spacious, which will be quite advantageous for you. Don't let us kill you one by one before you reach the training ground."

"Otherwise, when your so-called glory and dignity are crushed to the ground, don't blame us for being too ruthless. After all, the painful experience you're going through right now might save your life one day in the future."

Thorpe and the other veterans were extremely nervous at this time.

The other party must be in the shadows somewhere around them, but they cannot determine the exact location of these black-armored guards through sound.

The combat experience they were so proud of seemed to be trampled on the ground and crushed into pieces at this moment.

In front of opponents with more combat experience, they are like a group of babies holding weapons.

Thorpe kept an eye on every corner around him, but he still couldn't find any trace of the black-armored guards.

Those black-armored guards were like real ghosts. They didn't even leave footprints on the ground, and there was no way to detect their movements from any traces.

"what!"

A burst of exclamations made Thorpe's already tense nerves tense again. An old soldier who was defending the outer perimeter of the defense line was captured out of the formation by a sudden attack.

Just when the other brothers wanted to go to the rescue, the black-armored guards who had been planning for a long time immediately rushed out from the shadows and knocked the two brothers who wanted to provide support to the ground with swift movements.

Their power backpacks were destroyed by the power claws on the black armored guards' hands.

However, those black-armored guards did not activate the power stance on them at all. Instead, they relied solely on their superb martial arts skills and immediately stabbed the sharp blades of the power claws into the gaps of their power backpacks the moment they found the right opportunity.

Then he lightly lifted it and cut off the energy transmission line of their power armor.

The destruction of the power backpack means that the remaining energy in the power armor will continue to be consumed. Once the remaining energy to drive the power armor is exhausted, they can only rely on their physical strength to forcibly drag it to move.

By then, their movements, which were already extremely slow in the eyes of these black-armored guards, would be further slowed down.

They couldn't give up the power armor because they had no way to remove it from their bodies. These heavy power armors required special equipment to assist and install them before they could be worn.

Therefore, even if taking off the power armor is much easier than that, it is definitely not something they can accomplish at the moment.

"Thorpe, what should we do? As soon as we divert our sight, they will immediately rush out from their blind spot and attack us."

"That's right. Even if we wanted to react, they were too fast. Even though there was some space around us for us to use as a buffer, we couldn't keep up with their reaction."

"These guys are too cautious. If their attack fails, they immediately retreat into the shadows again, almost like sharp knives waiting in the darkness."

The veterans now asked Thorpe for countermeasures, but the latter was also feeling uneasy because of the offensive of these black-armored guards.

He had seen the Midnight Lords and had also fought against them before, but the strength of these Black Armored Guards was far more terrifying than the Midnight Lords he had fought before.

If the Midnight Lord, who had fought with him before, were to fight now, his neck would be broken in an instant by the opponent.

The current situation is barely maintained by the Black Armored Guards who have sacrificed a lot of strength. Otherwise, the veterans and Terminators who were attacked would not just have their power backpacks' lines cut off.

It is definitely easier to cut the neck than to sever the wires in the mechanical gap.

"What? You can't beat us like this? You still want to challenge us?"

"Do you know that Azkalon single-handedly defeated a small team of my men? In a corridor even narrower than this, that team still couldn't capture Azkalon."

"Instead, he pinned you to the ground and beat you up. How come you've become so weak after ten thousand years?"

The familiar voice sounded again.

Until this moment, Thorpe still couldn't determine the true source of the sound.

He wanted to face the other party directly, but every time he shifted his gaze, he could always see a figure in another shadow ready to make a move.

And when he was paying attention to these two corners where attacks might come from, there would always be another brother affected by attacks coming from other places.

He felt like a prisoner in a dungeon.

When Thorpe wanted to speak to give orders, a cold light suddenly flashed across his sight, and his body's instinct drove the sword in his hand to attack.

But the clash of weapons he expected never came.

Instead, he watched helplessly as the black-armored guard who had attacked him turned around and disappeared into the shadows again.

They are testing their counterattack threshold.

They hope to use psychological tactics to understand what kind of attacks they will choose to fight back against and what kind of actions they will allow to proceed.

If this continues, their psychological defenses will be broken before their formation is breached.

As expected of the Night Lord, just a simple action can put psychological pressure on the enemy.

Thorpe could feel his heartbeat accelerating and his breathing becoming rapid and labored, which were signs that his body was gradually being overwhelmed by anxiety.

His instincts rooted in his racial genes were released bit by bit under the stimulation of anxiety.

Once the human body faces unacceptable psychological pressure, it will shift from a weak and withdrawn emotional pattern to an emotional pattern that is difficult to control and irritable.

The former will cause a person to act more cautiously. Although it is less likely to make mistakes, he may also miss the opportunity to act because of excessive caution.

The latter will make people impulsive, which may occasionally have unexpected effects in battle, but more often it will make a person's actions arbitrary and reckless, and eventually step into a trap that the enemy has already set.

Right now, his emotions were shifting between the two, and he had to do his best to suppress his body which was gradually being controlled by anxiety, otherwise he would impulsively fall into the situation that the Black Armored Guards wanted to see.

They want to make themselves lose control of their minds.

"Ugh!"

Another scream was heard, and this time it was an old soldier who was pulled directly from above into the ceiling of the corridor.

Those black-armored guards had occupied the ceiling area above their heads at some point, and finally, when they focused their attention on the surrounding areas, they reached out and abducted a veteran outside the defense line.

The commander of the Black Armor Guards who was talking to Sandiles and constantly putting psychological pressure on Thorpe hoped to gradually break through the formation that currently prevented them from carrying out large-scale operations.

Although these Blood Angels are like children who know nothing about coping strategies, at least their theoretical coping methods are still acceptable.

They would form a formation to minimize their blind spots while leaving enough space so that others would have the opportunity to support them with weapons if they were attacked.

"These people are as young as fresh recruits on the battlefield. At a time like this, we can no longer stand still. We must begin to move, even if it means paying some price."

'Try to take control of the action yourself, forcing the attacker to adjust their strategy based on your actions.'

The commander of the Black Armored Guards, who was hiding in the shadows of the ceiling, just silently watched the Blood Angels' formation gradually becoming chaotic.

In their hands, these young cousins were like toys being played with. If it were the civil war ten thousand years ago, they would have been killed by the enemy long ago.

Why would I keep them until now and spend so much time trying to make them understand how to deal with it?

"The constant replacement and transmission of orders will lead to errors. Changing orders from one day to the next is a taboo in such a rapid operation."

"Even the most elite squad will experience a delay between the transmission and execution of orders, and that's your chance to break the deadlock and move immediately."

'The reason we're making you so nervous is to make you make mistakes and compensate for the delay in giving us orders.'

In his eyes, these Blood Angels were like a herd of cattle surrounded by a pack of wolves.

Each of them still has the ability to resist.

Especially those guys wearing Terminator power armor, they are like the main force in the herd with sharp horns and strong muscles.

If he could seize the opportunity, he could even counterattack any of his black-armored guards.

But they were too passive and their goals were too big.

"Sommerian, do you still want to play with them?"

'We can't stop until we teach them how to deal with this situation.'

"But now it seems that they can't figure out how to deal with it. How about we try a different teaching method?"

'Ackenrod, do you have other ideas?'

The commander of the Black Armor Guards, known as Somorian, now looked at his old friend.

This Akenrod was the captain who had led the team to compete with Azkalon, and was also the black-armored guard who was finally caught by the leader of the Holy Blood Guard and beaten to the ground.

All the Black Armored Guards who had taken the initiative to attack were members who had been beaten by Azkalon in the past. They were blaming these young Blood Angels for the incident that happened ten thousand years ago.

"If we want to deal with the enemy, we must first understand them. Why don't we just train them the same way we trained the Black Armor Guards, and then let them figure out their weaknesses through their actions?"

"Although it's a solution, we'll discuss it later. For now, let's give them a setback and dampen their spirit."