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

"You have taken everything from him, yet you deny his will. The Angron of Nuthrea was not what he is now!"

Sandales attacked Angron again.

And this time, his speed was increased again.

The old goddess increased the amplification of the wind from the spiritual world. She began to draw power directly from the soul sea of Sandiles through Veliszar. The soul power in this vast ocean seemed endless and could be used at will.

When she first accessed this power, even she couldn't help but be shocked.

This power is even enough to nourish a complete god.

Sandales's Sword of Hope directly pushed away the greatsword that Angron was swinging at him. A head-on collision was absolutely not advisable, so he could only use cleverness to deflect the greatsword's attack from its original trajectory.

Angron did not simply watch the brother who attacked him approach, but raised his injured right hand high, ready to attack Sandales again.

Sandales simply raised his sword and attacked Angron's knee. The sharp blade pierced into the gap between Angron's bones, directly separating the kneecap from the leg bones.

The last person to receive such treatment was the Kabanha carrier who was stabbed directly in the left knee by Orpes with a sacred dagger in Valentino's lair.

Angron had not expected that Sandales would give up fighting him and instead launch such a targeted attack, so his huge body lost its balance at that moment.

The bloody greatsword became Angron's tool to support his body at this time, so that he would not fall to the ground under the consequences of this attack.

But Sandelles was not willing to waste this opportunity.

The moment Angron lost his balance, Veliszar in his left hand immediately attacked Angron's other knee.

If his legs were crippled, Angron would be doomed to fail.

Just as Velizar was about to pierce Angron's right leg, a warning of danger suddenly rushed from the soles of Sandiles' feet to his forehead like an electric current.

Then a wave of air kicked towards his body from behind the wings. Although he barely avoided the attack by rolling, he still lost the time to continue the pursuit.

And this dodge was not without cost. One of his wings was affected by the attack swung by Angron.

"In the arena, gladiators will use every possible means to attack their enemies, including actions like yours."

In Sandales's sight, Angron was standing on the ground with his right leg, and the greatsword that was originally used for attacking now served as his left leg.

As for his left leg, which had been attacked originally, it was now constantly swinging in the air. Without the restraint of the kneecap, Angron's calf swung completely freely, like a wooden sign hanging on a tree.

It was this swinging left leg that had just attacked him.

Angron applied force to his waist to lift his left leg, then forced himself to give up the idea of further pursuit.

This is no longer just a matter of exchanging injuries for injuries.

Angron had no intention of saving any part of his body.

"A true gladiator can use any part of his body as a weapon."

Facing Angron, who was now separated from him again, Sandales suddenly smiled.

He was mocking Angron.

Or rather, it was a mockery of the demon prince who took the name of Angron.

"You are not worthy to speak in the voice of Angron. You are not the Angron who fought countless duels on Nuthrea."

"Not even the King of Red Sand who refused to obey the slave master's orders for the sake of Oinomaus!"

The words of Sandales again stirred up Angron's wrath, for his hateful brother had spoken the name of Oenomouth before him.

"The real Angron is my brother who constantly fights against the Butcher's Nails! He is the brother who secretly guards the graves of his fellow gladiators and Oenomouth!"

"And you are nothing but a detestable, hateful, corrupted and twisted thing!"

Sandales flapped his injured wings and flew into the sky again, then immediately dived towards Angron.

Both sides knew that this was the last confrontation.

Angron stood on his only remaining right leg, and his recovered right hand was ready to swing the sword again.

His eyes narrowed slightly, almost locking onto Sandales's position, but a golden light made him lose his vision in an instant.

Sandales threw the Sword of Hope in his hand directly. The blade burst out with intense light at this moment, directly depriving Angron of his sight.

Unable to see clearly, Angron could only swing his sword randomly, but then a strong impact force hit his body directly.

The body, which originally had only one leg left to stabilize its balance, fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the greatsword flew out of his hand.

Angron knew that Sandales was standing on his back, so he closed his eyes, which were temporarily blinded by the light, and controlled his hands to reach behind him.

"What are you doing?! Get off my body!"

Angron roared in anger and grabbed at his back, hoping to throw Sandales off his body.

'Take him away and cut off the butcher's nails.'

This is an old and ethereal voice.

At first, Sandales thought it was Malcador's voice, but he soon discovered it was not.

He is not Malcador.

When the Soul Sword Veliszar, held in his left hand, slashed at Angron's body, the sound began to echo faintly in the Sea of Souls.

Originally, the sound was very small, but after the old goddess increased the power of the spiritual wind, the sound was transmitted to his ears along with the waves of the sea of souls.

He found an opportunity, an opportunity to save his brothers, an opportunity to make up for the emperor's mistakes.

Sandales grasped the copper ring that the Blood God had placed on Angron's body. It was indeed a collar around Angron's neck, but more of a lid that sealed his memories.

As long as the copper ring remained, Angron would have reason to persuade himself to forget his past and his oath, and to allow anger and bloodlust to replace his thinking and rationality.

The falling Sword of Hope was caught by Sandales again, and finally chopped fiercely on the circle of copper rings.

The power of the Emperor and the Blood God collided with each other, and the waves it created even blew away the Astartes and all the Blood God demons in the distance.

Even Thousand Faces and Hilandri had to hide behind the Predator tank to avoid the howling wind.

"Get off my body, you damned thing! What the hell are you doing?!"

Angron continued to roar, and Sandales grabbed the wires that were inserted into his brother's head.

That was the culprit that brought about his brother's miserable fate!

"I'm—saving my brother!"

These few words made the furious Angron freeze for a moment, and then he felt severe pain and a sense of emptiness as if his soul had been sucked out.

The Soul Sword Veliszar pierced deeply into the body of the Demon Prince Angron. The butcher's nails that were originally rooted in his brain had been cut off, and the Demon Prince's body also came to a standstill at this moment.

The Blood God's demon army was now madly rushing towards Sandales and Angron's location. They had already learned from the Blood God's oracle what the Primarch wanted to do.

He was going to awaken the last bit of rationality in Angron.

He then took his brother back to the Sea of Souls to enjoy eternal peace.

"Go to Father, quickly!!"

"Stay away from our father! Devil!!"

The Blood Angels led by Thorpe immediately burst out with unparalleled speed. They rushed towards Sandales even faster than the demons of the Blood God.

The Nova Marines and Astartes of the Dawn Goddess Chapter also launched a charge at this moment, and the shocker long-range artillery made a deafening roar.

The impact warheads directly created an isolation belt on the path that the Blood God Demons had to pass, which was enough to shatter their bodies, helping the loyal descendants to stay protected by their father.

Thousand Faces and Hilandri also joined the battle, using their powerful psychic powers.

The psychic shock emitted by Thousand Faces blew all the blood god demons back to their origins, and Hilandri was even more straightforward, directly pulling out a static field constructed by psychic energy on the battlefield.

The war outside broke out completely, but Sandiles had no intention of paying attention to the battle at this time.

His soul had already entered Angron's body through Veliszar, and even his thoughts were like looking for a needle in a haystack, constantly searching for the only remaining figure of his brother in the sea of blood burning with flames of anger.

Angron, the Red Sand King, must still be alive, guarding the tombs of his fallen gladiator brothers and of Oenomouth, whom he had unintentionally slain.

The power of the Blood God completely filled Angron's body, which had already become a demon. Sandiles could feel the Blood God's will surrounding his soul.

"Killing, anger, speak up, blood sacrifice to the blood god."

Anger and murderous intent began to fill his mind.

This is not his peaceful sea of soul, but the Blood God's sea of blood burning with endless rage.

The sea of soul that symbolized his Primarch's essence could not protect him here.

If this continues, not only will he not be able to save Angron, he himself will be dragged into the wrath of the Blood God.

Waves raised by blood were trying to press his body into the depths of the sea of blood. His originally light wings became extremely heavy after being stained with blood.

He could feel countless hands grabbing his ankles and pulling him down.

He wanted to swim upwards, but the power of the Blood God was dragging him into the abyss. He could hear the Blood God's triumphant and satisfied laughter.

The vision became increasingly darker, and even the thinking began to become dull and low.

However, at this moment, an arm suddenly stretched out into the sea of blood, and the powerful force directly dragged Sandiles' body out of the sea of blood.

When the two hands touched each other, Sandiles felt a sense of tranquility in his brain. The whispers that had been constantly lingering around him disappeared in an instant, and the Blood God's laughter turned into a roar at this moment.

"A true Nutherian gladiator will protect his brothers. If you are willing to come alone to save me, then I will protect you as well."

"Relax your mind and don't be affected by that loser's incompetent rage."

These were the last words his soul heard before returning to his body.

Sandales's vision returned to normal.

He could now see clearly what was happening around him.

The Daemons had already begun their charge, and the loyal warriors were ready to defend the Primarch.

"Pull back the defense line, return to the ship immediately, and let the fleet open fire!"

"I've got what we wanted!"

Sandales's orders came like the wind.

The Astartes, who had already formed their battle line, immediately began to move. Unnecessary consumables were left in place, and all armored forces immediately returned to the ships as quickly as possible.

"Transfer your psychic energy to me. I want to construct a huge stasis field!"

Hilandri's shout attracted the attention of all the psychic think tanks. They poured their psychic energy into Hilandri's body, and then a stasis field that was large enough to cover most of the battlefield was instantly deployed.

All the Blood God Demons who intended to launch a charge stopped at this moment, except for the body of the Demon Prince who was in rage and out of control and could still move.

If before it could still be called Angron.

Then at this moment he can only be called the Scarlet Angel.

Because the last fragment that truly belonged to Angron, the King of Red Sand, had been taken back from the demon body by Sandiles through Veliszar.

Veliszar, who was able to conduct souls, brought them back to the Sea of Souls of Sandales, and relied on this precious Primarch's essence to resist the terrifying Warp Will of the Blood God that was chasing him.

Even the Blood God's power, however immense, could not enter the Sea of Souls, where the power of the Emperor and Malcador resided.

The Blood God's roar echoed across the veil of war.

He failed again.

Every time when he is about to succeed, someone will come to disrupt his good fortune.

But it doesn't matter, he will have another chance in the future.

Sandales and his men evacuated very quickly.

The fleet opened fire at full power, banishing the Demon Prince, who could now only be called the Scarlet Angel, back to the warp, and then immediately drove away at full speed.

Sandales, who was eagerly sent to the treatment cabin by his descendants, was able to have some rest. During this period, his thoughts returned to the Sea of Souls.

There was originally only three figures in the Sea of Souls, but now there was one more.

The new brother was sitting on a chair, with a plate of fine steak and a glass of Amazec wine on the table in front of him.

Although this is the Sea of Souls and there is no real substance here, any perception experienced here is no different from the real world.

"How does peace feel, my brother."

"Peace, only peace."

No butcher's nails, no whispers and furies.

The real Angron was relaxing and enjoying the peace and quiet at this moment. He had waited for this moment for too long.

"Now let me relax and have a quiet meal."