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

Simple negotiation is an essential part of the process, otherwise even small and unnecessary obstacles may cause some trouble.

Under the command of the command center, the simply rebuilt Raphael Ultramarines Defense Line did not continue to question the fleet, but gave it the green light all the way.

Fortunately, it was not difficult to activate this webway gate. The prophet technicians led by Harlequin Hilandri and Thousand Faces quickly activated this webway gate and returned to the Eternal Soul under the rapid maneuvering of the shuttle.

The Astartes warriors of the Nova Marines and the Dawn Goddesses were curiously observing the interior of the alien facility through the ship's portholes.

This experience was quite rare. They had seen the terrifying and turbulent waves of the Warp Channel, but they had never seen such a smooth sailing environment as inside the Webway.

What shocked them even more was that there was ground in this webway. They could even use ground vehicles to fight or travel at high speed here. It was like an independent travel space.

Not only can fleets move here at high speed, but if there are abundant construction resources, they can even build a fixed city inside the Webway and use it as a bridgehead to control the use of the Webway.

Badan Dovaro, Captain of the Nova Marines, and Herac Enhusen, Captain of the Aurora Marines, were standing side by side behind Sandales.

At this moment, they really wanted to persuade Sandiles to build a bridgehead here, but due to the presence of the two elves next to them, they couldn't speak directly.

"You don't have to hide your inner thoughts. I can hear your thoughts directly."

The clown Hilandri took off his helmet, revealing for the first time the beautiful face hidden under the purple helmet, but at this moment, a melancholy expression appeared on this charming face.

The more proficient she became in prophecy, the less hopeful she became about the future of the Eldar. In the possible future she saw, the Eldar would actually need to rely on humans.

This result is far from her wish to revive the Eldar race.

It was somewhat embarrassing to have others see through one's inner thoughts, but the two chapter leaders did not give up at all.

The idea of building a bridgehead within the Webway is beneficial to all of humanity, and so-called face is insignificant compared to the interests of the human race.

"So, what do you guys think?"

Sandales certainly knew what the two chapter masters were thinking, because he also wanted to do so. Being able to control a webway gate would be extremely beneficial to humans, and the idea of building a bridgehead inside was even more perfect.

Although the work of opening up still needs to be done by the Death Army, facing the overwhelming trend of the resurgence of mankind, even they must give in to the power of mankind.

"We will discuss this matter carefully internally. We can't be impatient at the moment. Even within the Death Army, there are still some groups that still hold out for possible reveries, not to mention those of our own kind on the Ark."

"They are still unwilling to give up the prophecy given to them by the God of Death, even though they may be deceived."

Sandiles understood Qianmian's words. Self-deception was not uncommon in the human empire. Even though they knew that they were most likely being deceived by heretics, there were still many people who were willing to go all the way.

They covered half of their eyes, deceiving themselves into only seeing the possible benefits that the heresy could bring, without considering the consequences that were far more terrifying than the benefits.

This is especially true for these elves.

Unlike the current situation where humans still have a chance, they are being pressed step by step and are almost in a state of madness. They are unwilling to let go of even a glimmer of opportunity, and are even willing to be deceived, just for that possible future.

From a certain perspective, there is indeed a sense of tragedy, but the premise is that their actions must have relative gains. If they simply want to deceive themselves and are deceived, then their behavior is no different from that of a clown.

"Oh, by the way, I have one more thing I want to ask you. What will that black-hearted Victor do after gaining the power of the God of Death?"

Since he had no idea about this so-called Black-hearted Victor, Sandiles simply asked Thousand Faces for his opinion. Thousand Faces gave him a different impression from those high-ranking Eldar. He could always see the essence of things.

If we only look at his action style, this Thousand Faces is actually quite similar to Chagatai.

If they are really needed, they will do their best to support, and if they are not needed, they will definitely hide in a corner and watch quietly.

He won't offer help unless someone comes to him in person.

"Blackheart Viktor is the most cunning of all the Dark Eldar. He is cruel and ruthless, allowing all his subordinates to attack each other with lies and deception, thereby consolidating his position."

"If it benefits him, he will not hesitate to bestow upon himself titles and honors that do not belong to him, and anyone who dares to express dissent will be secretly purged by his black-hearted conspiracy group."

Sandiles could hear from Thousand Faces' tone his endless contempt for the black-hearted Victor. Considering the long life span of the Eldar, Thousand Faces was very likely to know Victor's past.

Even if he himself didn't know, he must have learned some information from the God of Laughter.

"He has lived for so long that no one knows when he first came into being."

"By the time everyone heard his name, Victor had already taken the throne of Comoros. Some even speculated that he might have existed before that horrific catastrophe."

Before the terrible catastrophe... Doesn't that mean this guy might be a figure from the Emperor's era?

Sandales did not think that Victor could be compared with the emperor who once walked the mortal world, but if he just wanted to live a little longer, then maybe Victor could do it.

No one knows how much of the ancient saints' legacy the elves have inherited. The elves themselves have an extremely long lifespan, and if combined with some life-sustaining technology, it would not be difficult for them to live for more than ten thousand years.

Of course, the premise is that you don’t lose your life before that.

"If a madman like that were to obtain the power of the God of Death, it would be terrifying news for the entire Eldar race. He would definitely go crazy and instigate his compatriots to kill each other, especially the Ark Eldar and the Savage Eldar."

"They will most likely use various means to intensify conflicts between different Craft Worlds, or between Craft Worlds and other races. The most likely scenario is to start a war with you humans."

"The next step is to massacre the Savage Eldar. Although we don't know how many Savage Eldar are still wandering in the universe, for those Dark Eldar, it's always right to kill them if you see one."

These words were not said by Qianmian, but by the clown Hilandri next to him.

As a clown who is always active in the universe, she herself has also lived for a long time with the power of the God of Laughter, and knows some of Victor's past.

The current Lord of Comoros was just a low-level existence during the heyday of the Eldar. He was a weak being that not many people cared about and could even be killed by others at any time.

No one knows how he climbed to the position of Lord of Comoros.

Hilandri looked at Sandiles, who now had a curious look on his face.

If the Eldar do not unify quickly and reach a reconciliation with humans, then those Ark Eldar will, under the instigation of these Dark Eldar, continue to wage war against humans, eventually escalating the conflict between the two races to a point where it cannot be reconciled.

By then, Death's plan should be complete.

With the help of others, we can destroy the elves and give humans a "surprise" at that time.

"You said earlier that the Death God Inad was absorbing the fragments of other Eldar gods. Can it also absorb the fragments of the so-called Bloody Hand Cain?"

Originally, Sandiles thought that Hilandri would say yes, but soon he saw Hilandri gently shaking his face twice.

"Inard is currently unable to devour Cain's fragments. Even if Cain is shattered again, he is still the Eldar's God of War, and strictly speaking, he is not dead."

According to the records of the God of Laughter, Kane was smashed into pieces by the Blood God during the apocalyptic catastrophe, and the Lord of Joy was also present during that period.

Most of the Eldar gods were transformed into nourishment for the Lord of Pleasure, but Cain was the only one who was scattered in the form of fragments.

"All gods can have their own incarnations. The incarnation of the God of Death, Inad, is Inkane. The War Prophet can also sacrifice himself in exchange for a fragment of Cain to be activated, turning it into a Cain incarnation that is more powerful than the Nether Walker mecha."

"So from this perspective, Bloody Kane himself isn't actually dead. If enough fragments are awakened, perhaps Kane can see the light of day again."

"And the Death God Inad can only devour the fragments of those Eldar gods who have clearly died. He wants the souls of those gods to return to true death, which can propel him to the position of a god in the Warp."

Sandiles did not interrupt Hilandri's explanation, but listened silently to the information given by the other party.

Judging from the current situation, the only Eldar gods who have the power to influence humans are Isa, the goddess of life who was captured by Nurgle, Inad, the god of death who is gradually awakening, and Xigochi, the god of laughter who has hidden in the Webway.

The Lord of Pleasure can be considered one of the gods of the Eldar to some extent, but his influence has long since increased to the level of a Warp deity, so he cannot be simply generalized.

As for Cain, who has been reduced to pieces but is barely alive, and the old goddess Mora-Heg, who only has the fragment of the Soul Sword to survive, they are not included in the list of possible threats.

The God of Death Inad will definitely do everything he can to collect the fragments of Cain. As the former god of war of the Eldar, the power contained in Cain is irresistible to the God of Death Inad.

As the god of death who can bring final death to any Eldar, Inard will definitely want to seize power from the truly dead Blood God, and this requires gathering enough fragments of the Blood God to reunite them.

Then Inard will defeat Bloody Kane head-on and truly give Kane the final death, so that he can seize Kane's power.

"Actually, ten thousand years ago, we were searching for a divine artifact called the Hand of Vaal. But somehow, the aura emanating from that artifact suddenly disappeared, as if someone had taken possession of it."

"We can guarantee that the artifact has never been obtained by the Lord of Pleasure or any other Eldar being, but its aura has indeed disappeared."

Ten thousand years ago...it's something to do with the hand, could it be Dorne?

In an instant, Sandres thought of his brother who was known as the "Stubborn Stone" and the "Final Wall". Before he disappeared, no one knew what he had done.

And until now, there has been no trace of Dorne anywhere.

He seemed dead, but not dead.

"Is there anything special about that artifact?"

"I don't know. There's too little information about this artifact, and since its aura disappeared, I haven't looked for it since."

In other words, the clue is broken again?

Sandales was silent for a moment, then turned his attention away from these things.

For now, neither the establishment of a bridgehead nor the matter concerning the artifact of the Hand of Vaal can be advanced. If we want to deal with those things, we have to wait until later.

"My lord, something is amiss. The reconnaissance boat has detected something suspicious in the area ahead."

When Sandales wanted to immerse his thoughts in the sea of soul, a reporting voice immediately pulled him back.

That was a reconnaissance boat sailing ahead of the fleet. Although Hilandri claimed that this webway had not been used for a long time, Sandiles still sent out a reconnaissance boat to explore the situation ahead.

Looking back now, my decision was correct.

"Report, what did you find?"

Herac, the commander of the Dawn Goddess Chapter, immediately asked about the specific situation. They had to obtain the details before they could prepare to respond.

When the news from the reconnaissance boat was passed back to the fleet, the speed of the entire fleet suddenly dropped at this moment, and the Astartes who were originally observing the internal environment of the webway immediately entered combat status.

Various types of war machines were also activated at this moment, and even the fire control system that needed to be shut down when the ship was sailing was put back online.

"In the Webway node ahead, there are a large number of Blood God Demons entrenched. The leader is extremely large. Although he has a demonic body, he still bears the marks of human creation."

Angron?

Sandiles was distracted for a moment. Although Thousand Faces had predicted that the enemy would be crimson in color, he really didn't expect that it would be Angron who would come.

"The Blood God's demonic army shouldn't be waiting for us here. If, as you say, this webway has been unused for a long time, then their appearance only means that the Blood God has long known of our plans."

Sandales immediately ordered the fleet to a state of defense, and then ordered the Aurora and some companies of the Nova Marines to land on the Webway to form a line of defense.

These blood demons deny the very concept of ranged weapons. If one wishes to defeat and exile them, one must return to the most primitive methods of warfare.

Either the whole army will fight hand-to-hand, or I will fight an honorable duel with Angron.

Looking at the current situation, Angron should be more eager to duel.

The two regiments responded very quickly, and a considerable number of Predator tanks and Land Raiders were deployed at the forefront of the defense line.

Behind the lines of armored forces, Astartes, and Ultramar mortal auxiliaries came the Shocker long-range artillery, fragile guns that spewed devastating shells and needed protection.

After all, no matter how much the Blood God Demon denies the concept of long-range weapons, the shock wave from the explosion will eventually have a certain impact on it.

Sandales flapped his wings and flew off the ship. When his golden figure just appeared in the webway, Angron immediately rushed towards him, and the surging blood god demon army also surged like a tide at this time.

They didn't stop until they were about a hundred steps away from Sandales.

At this moment, Sandiles was finally able to see with his own eyes the brother who was sacrificed and ascended to demon status during the Siege of Terra.

The former King of Red Sand no longer looks like a human being. He is hideous and terrifying, and even his face has turned into the appearance of a demon.

The bulging muscles on his legs were not like those of a human, he had wings on his back, and he held a giant blood sword given by the Blood God in his hand. A huge set of brass armor covered his body, but even so, a large amount of skin was still exposed.

Angron's body was scarlet and terrifying, with angry blood coursing through his veins.

The only remaining trace of humanity on his body was the densely packed iron wires on his head. Those were once the Butcher's Nails. Even after ascending to demon form, this torture device still remained on Angron's body.

"You weren't supposed to become like this, my brother. The Lord of Red Sand's true destiny wasn't to become a hideous monster, knowing only boundless rage."

"The old Angron died on Nuthrea. The Angron who was taken away is nothing more than a walking corpse."

Sandales' words were echoed, as if Angron, who was filled with boundless anger, was not affected by the emotion.

This being, who has been promoted to the Demon Prince, can even communicate with Sandales.

"Angron's soul burned when he took me directly from Nuthrea, abandoning my fellow gladiators."

"You're lying to yourself."

"That's enough. I'm not here to discuss this with you! Stop wasting time and pick up your weapons!"

Angron raised his bloody greatsword towards Sandales, knowing that the man before him was not the Archangel Sanguinius.

He can tell.

But he doesn't care.

All he wanted to do was to defeat this guy in front of him who looked so much like Sanguinius, then chop off Sandales's head and place it among his most precious trophies.

"I challenge you to a duel, and you must accept it!"

"No, I refuse. You are not Angron, the gladiator on Nuthrea. I do not fight irrational beasts."

This statement was beyond everyone's expectations.

When facing Angron, the demon prince who had ascended to the level of a demon, Sandales chose to point both of his blades at the ground.

He refused Angron's challenge to a duel.

"Nuseria has no rules for refusing a duel!"