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

"We're both dead!"

"I don't care, get down here and get beaten!"

Sandales's consciousness awkwardly regained control of his body. He absolutely did not want to attract Horus's attention now, otherwise he would come back to fight him after defeating Sanguinius.

In a sense, he was an accomplice to Sanguinius in concealing information.

Before Sandiles recovered from the shock of the chaotic scene in the Sea of Souls, the crowd at the landing field was completely boiling.

What do their eyes see?

Isn't this a dream?

Archangel! The same Archangel who had stood alone at the gate of the Imperial Palace!

Sanguinius has risen from the dead!

He truly fulfilled his promise and returned to this world at a time when the empire was in danger!

The Ultramarines were the first to cheer.

The Extreme Warriors in power armor immediately raised their arms and cheered, and some of the more experienced warriors even fired their guns into the sky to signal.

Thanks to an action that could not be told to the public ten thousand years ago, the relationship between the Blood Angels, Dark Angels and Ultramarines was actually very good.

Because some of the writers who recorded the founding of the Second Empire at that time deliberately beautified the description of the fighting brothers of the three legions cheering together.

For example, these three legions were described as the empire's only remaining common hope, tacit comrades-in-arms, and cousins who could be relied upon.

In short, they are just short of being described as brothers with the same blood.

In fact, from the perspective of the emperor's genes, this is correct.

But neither Guilliman, Llane, nor Sanguinius were willing to let the writer record it in this way.

"Sir, you are really back?!"

Calgar's right eye trembled violently, and his left eye, which had long been replaced with a mechanical eye, kept flashing strange light. Even the extreme fists aimed at Koz were lowered at this moment.

It doesn’t matter whether he is a traitor or not. What matters is that the archangel has returned to them again!

And think about the prophecy given by Diglis...the golden figure, isn't it the archangel in golden armor in front of him!

Could it be that their father would really wake up again because of the other party's arrival? !

"My lord, I beg you, please tell me, are you here to wake our father?"

A dull sound instantly spread across the landing field.

The tall and strong Karga knelt on the ground at this moment, his weather-beaten face was soaked with tears, and his only remaining right eye was shedding bitter tears.

He now hoped very much that the prophecy Diglis had received was true, even if the price of making this prophecy come true was his own life, he would not hesitate.

Their father had been separated from the Legion for ten thousand years.

In Thessala, the Gene-Father resolved to protect his then-children, allowing them to escape the machinations of the Emperor's Children and the Traitors.

That's why he launched the assault on the traitor flagship, the Pride of the Emperor. His descendants did escape the encirclement, but he himself was killed in the battle by the traitorous and corrupted Primarch Fulgrim.

The tragic words in the documents describe the scene at that time. The loyal descendants rushed towards the fallen primarch without hesitation, using their own lives in exchange for their father's survival time.

The Legion's descendants fought desperately to bring their father back to a safe place through emergency teleportation, but the Legion's pharmacists were unable to save their father.

Therefore, the Father of Genes can only be placed in a stasis state for ten thousand years.

The library of the Ultramarines still contains books that record the scenes of that time. They are written by the warriors who experienced that battle and are also their tragic emotional sustenance.

Calgar recalled everything in the document, and looked at the archangel standing in front of him in the sun with trembling eyes. The light reflected by the other's golden armor was like the glory of the emperor.

Now they are my father's comrades who once fought together and the brothers who once toasted together on Terra.

After his return, Archangel Sanguinius also did not forget to awaken their father.

Sanguinius looked at Calgar who was kneeling and begging in front of him, and at the same time, he shared all of this with Sanguinius and Horus in the Sea of Souls through his vision.

The two people in the Sea of Souls no longer chased after each other, especially Horus, whose original anger had completely turned into guilt.

He himself was responsible for most of the consequences of all this. If he had not started the rebellion, the brothers would not have experienced the horrific past of fratricide.

These loyal descendants will not wait for the return of their genetic father for ten thousand years.

"The Emperor has entrusted me with an important mission, asking me to bring an important gift to his loyal children and warriors!"

"I declare this in the name of the Archangel! I have come to awaken the true Lord of Ultramar!"

At that moment, everyone in Macragge seemed to have heard this great declaration.

Macragge is seething!

78

Chapter 78 "Alas——"

"Don't waste time sighing, get up and work overtime"

Although Chapter Master Calgar and First Captain Agammann were very reluctant, after Sandales's persuasion, they finally agreed to allow Curze and Evelyne and others to enter the hall where Guilliman's body was.

He just asked to send heavy troops to keep a close watch on them, especially this guy Koz. Calgar directly arranged two teams of Terminator combat teams to guard him.

At the same time, he was not allowed to get too close to Guilliman's position.

Curze must have agreed to these requests, as he had not yet figured out how to communicate with Guilliman.

Will his brother attack him immediately after waking up?

Or should I grab myself and question myself immediately?

All kinds of questions and speculations were plaguing Curze's mind. He could not predict what the awakened Guilliman would do.

Sandales and the people around him were safely escorted by the Ultramarines to the gate of Hera Fortress. Among them, the huge circular structure carrying the Armor of Destiny was particularly noticed.

The Armor of Fate, designed to the best of Cawl's ability, was placed in this auxiliary assembly facility, because the Armor of Fate was very heavy and it was necessary to ensure that Guilliman was dressed as soon as possible during activation.

Even half a second late could have cost Guilliman his life completely.

They don't dare to gamble on such things, so they must be prepared for everything.

Sandiles looked up at the Hera Fortress in front of him.

He was constantly comparing this magnificent building with the Hera Fortress in Sanguinius's memory. Ten thousand years had passed, and many things in this huge fortress were gradually being worn away.

The brilliant gold paint painted on it, the various gorgeous and majestic sculptures and eagle heads, the patterns and stained windows carefully engraved on the exterior of the Hera Fortress.

Everything gradually aged with the passage of time. Even though the Ultramarines had tried their best to maintain and renovate it during this period, it was still difficult to resist the erosion of time.

The Ultramarines pushed open the gate of Hera Fortress with great excitement. The Terminator Guards and the Ever-Victorious Army who were responsible for guarding the fortress were lined up at the gate to welcome them.

The return of a Primarch must be taken seriously by the Ultramarines, let alone when the other party is one of the best blood brothers of his genetic father during his lifetime.

And now that this archangel is coming with a great device that can awaken their father, they must respond to the archangel with appropriate courtesy.

Evelyne and Thousand Faces followed the team into the Hera Fortress.

Along the way, they met too many fanatical people who tried their best to witness the glory of Sanguinius, the Son of God, with their own eyes.

Their fanaticism is rare even among the elves. Only those who believe in the Mother Goddess Isha or serve a certain god specifically will pray so fanatically and hope to see the appearance or heroic figure of the god.

The human empire before us has completely bid farewell to its rational and calm past during the Great Crusade.

The belief in the Lord of Mankind has become the true foundation of the current human empire and the only reliance of mankind in fighting against the warp.

"In fact, these fanatical people are a kind of irony to the Primarchs."

Thousand Faces, who had lived for a long time, suddenly spoke a word, but his voice was only heard by Evelyne and Sandales.

It was obvious that they were using some kind of communication method that only the Eldar had, and Sandiles, who had obtained the Soul Sword, could also hear what Qianmian and the others were discussing through this sword.

"They once witnessed that ideal and glorious era, and even vowed to spread reason and science throughout the empire. So this crazy and ignorant empire is not what they want to see now."

"I know you can hear me, Archangel, so I will say this to your face as well."

"What do you think Roboute Guilliman will do after he awakens and sees the current state of the Empire?"

Qianmian was actually reminding Sandales.

He had lived long enough, and during these ten thousand years, he had met idealists who possessed countless beautiful qualities and were capable.

But after seeing that everything they fought for turned out to be a fleeting thing, they all fell into irreversible collapse without exception.

He was worried that Robert Guilliman would eventually follow the same path. After all, the more pure an idealist is, the greater the hurt he will suffer after witnessing his ideals shattered.

"I understand your concerns, Thousand Faces. What you are thinking about is indeed something that needs to be considered. No idealist can bear to see everything they have fought for turned into nothing. However, Guilliman is different."

"He is a great brother, an idealistic and shrewd brother. It is precisely because he is such a person that he will not abandon this empire that is on the verge of collapse."

"He is a strong man who hides all his pain and tears deep in his heart. When talking to others, he will not expose any of his weaknesses. Instead, he will cry silently in a corner where no one is."

Even if Sandales could only read Guilliman's image from the memories of Sanguinius and Horus, he could still see his pure soul from those eyes that always revealed enthusiasm and hope.

Guilliman's soul shines like a diamond, transparent and strong, and no blow can shatter it.

Perhaps Guilliman will temporarily lose his direction due to heartache or confusion, but the ultimate hope hidden in his heart will lead him out of the darkness.

"Guilliman is always good at learning the good qualities from those around him. He never gives up easily and always hopes to make all things that are decadent and decaying become ideal and beautiful."

Thousand Faces did not understand why Sandales praised the Lord of Ultramar so much.

He was not familiar with the Primarch known as Guilliman. He had never had any communication or formal meeting with him before. He had only watched him from the corner.

"The suffering, sorrow, and decline that the Imperium of Man has endured over the past ten thousand years will pierce the Primarch's heart like a sharp blade. Everything he once fought for has been shattered. Can you truly guarantee that he won't go down the path of self-destruction?"

In response to Qianmian's doubts, Sandiles did not make any further excuses. If the other party insisted on not believing it, then it would be meaningless to argue with him even with the most powerful words.

The most effective method at the moment is to let the other party see with their own eyes all the decisions Guilliman made after waking up.

"If you do not trust my opinion of my brother, then simply remain silent. When you truly communicate with Guilliman, you will understand what a noble and hopeful man he is."

Sandales knew all that Qianmian said.

Ignorance, stupidity, hatred, war, crazy beliefs, and many other horrible and negative words are like chains tightly wrapped around the dying body of the empire.

The grand vision promised to humanity by the Emperor ten thousand years ago has now been shattered. The countless monuments that once stood in the Empire are now in ruins, and all the glory of the past has been lost.

But this does not mean that they will choose to give up.

Humans and Eldar are different.

Human beings can work loudly to strive for a better future for the race, or they can quietly heal their wounds in the darkness.

But there was one option they wouldn't consider.

That is giving up.

Amid the sounds of numerous footsteps and shouts of the archangel's name, Sandiles's team was gradually moving deeper into the Hera Fortress.

In the corridor leading to the palace hall, Sandales could see the vivid and exquisite murals on the walls, which depicted everything that this empire once had.

The former strength and honor, the former glory and beauty.

Today, space is constantly ravaged by war, and the fortress's surface has been weathered, but beneath it all, in the quiet, traces of its former glory remain.

This is all the history that the Human Empire has ever had, recording everything the Human Empire has sacrificed for the future of the race.

Even the Archangel Sanguinius had chosen to accept his fate in this life, but Guilliman chose to try to change everything.

"Why did you dare to explore the universe with the power of a weak race? Why do you always fall and get up again and again?"

The voice was not Thousand Faces, but Evelyne.

Qianmian's evaluation of humans made Evelyne want to understand this race more deeply.

They did not have ancient beings like the Ancient Saints or Star Gods to promote them, but the other race still relied on its own abilities to gain a firm foothold in the entire universe.

"Aren't you worried that rash exploration might bring destruction to your race?"

I don’t know if it’s fate or coincidence.

When Evelyne asked this question, Sandales's gaze happened to rest on the mural depicting the Emperor leading the fleet of the Great Crusade to officially set off.

In that painting, countless Astartes marched toward the direction of the Emperor's blade, while even more countless mortals marched toward the unknown depths of space. In this frame, is the Emperor the most dazzling figure?

No, the Emperor does not wish for humanity to think that he is the most dazzling one.

Instead, he hopes that all human beings will think that they are the most dazzling one.

“When humans first looked up at the sky, the desire to conquer it took root in their hearts.”