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

The noise just now was caused by them, and the dagger flying towards him was one of the ones that was knocked away during the battle.

"We should carefully dismantle the power armor piece by piece using industrial components, and then carefully search for the location of the feather."

"That would be too time-consuming. What if the Weepers go to the Primarch to complain?"

"You've already participated in this operation, and you're still worried about this?"

"If you ask me, we should just melt down his power armor. At worst, we can just compensate him with a Mk.7."

Dozens of technical sergeants surrounded the Senai brothers in the middle of the crowd like guinea pigs, and the various short saws and drills on their backs were buzzing, as if they were ready to cut the Senai brothers into pieces.

Sandiles shifted his gaze to look at another group of descendants who were engaging in academic exchanges on physics.

After all, compared to the technical sergeants' idea of removing the power armor to take out the feathers, the confrontation between these chapter masters is more direct.

"Father, save me! These brothers want to steal my things!!"

The Senai brothers, who saw Sandales coming out of the corner of their eyes, immediately shouted.

He didn't know who had leaked the news of his feather. Dozens of technical soldiers rushed into his cabin while he was resting, and then carried him all the way here.

Then these guys who only care about the holy objects and not their brothers started to think about how to dismantle his power armor.

"You... well, I know you all want feathers, but there's no need to treat your brothers like this, right?"

Sandiles' voice caused all the Blood Angel descendants present to shudder immediately, and almost everyone gave up everything they were doing in an instant.

Even the Astartes who were fighting with his brother would immediately throw him away and stand aside with a look of shame on his face.

"Actually, if you want the feather, there's no need to fight over it like this. The feather I gave to Senai is essentially a reward."

"And in the next actions I plan, you will have many opportunities to obtain feathers as rewards."

Sandiles walked to the side of the Senai brothers and pulled up the poor offspring.

And what Sandiles said also made the other Blood Angels' descendants breathe faster.

The true meaning of these words was already before them. They could exchange their actions and achievements for rewards, and this was also the promise the Primarch made to them.

"After consulting other Legions' past structures, I discovered that the Blood Angels indeed lack a direct reward mechanism. The Luna Wolves used to have their own Mirror Coins, and the White Scars also had calligraphy and paintings personally drawn by Chaghatai as rewards."

"So I'm going to follow their lead and set up some rewards to motivate you to take next steps."

Sandiles walked past these heirs step by step, and also took a special look at Yor and Mor of the Blood Knight and the Vermillion Angel.

"We will then travel to the world of Ultramar to rebuild the Blood Angels' homeland, and each of your chapters will receive a considerable number of new recruits."

"I want you to correct the erroneous culture within your chapter, make it more like the Blood Angels, and then train the new recruits to become your new brothers."

"Before the other two Primarchs and I embark on the expedition to Terra, we will conduct a selection process to determine the quota for this expedition. Only the victorious chapter can follow us to Terra."

As Sandales spoke, he walked around the training ground, hoping that his voice could be heard by more chapter leaders.

This decision was actually made by Horus and Angron, two brothers who grew up in Cthonia and Nuthria respectively and knew the importance of rewards for warriors.

As a Primarch, if one can establish a reward in the hearts of his children that directly symbolizes honor and value, then this concept itself will become the driving force that inspires them to continue fighting.

After careful consideration, Sandales sought the opinion of Sanguinius and decided to implement this plan only after obtaining the consent of this true archangel.

As for the rewards...

Isn’t this feather the best reward?

The feathers on his three pairs of wings will never be plucked out no matter how hard you try, so you can safely take them as rewards.

"But father, Dante has already put the feather into the treasure house of the mother group."

The Chapter Master from the Holy Angels Chapter couldn't help but express his own opinion. Although the Holy Angels Chapter did not directly split from the Blood Angels, now that the Primarch has returned, it is not an exaggeration for them to call the Blood Angels Chapter the mother chapter.

The feather used to convey the Primarch's orders and will has been collected by Dante into the treasury of the Blood Angels Mother Chapter. It is a feather with special significance, and they have no chance of getting it again.

"That feather of special significance will become a mobile honor and can be temporarily stored in the treasury of the Blood Angels Chapter."

"But if there is a Chapter that can make a contribution that surpasses the Blood Angels in the next battle, then they can be asked to hand over the feather from the Chapter's treasury."

"That special honor is only enjoyed by the most meritorious chapters."

88

Chapter 88 "This is just a suggestion"

“But we think it’s feasible.”

(Next we will enter the Terra Expedition and the Second Battle of Lion's Gate)

The Webway gate on the shrine world of Raphael was opened again, and the Ultramarines' Second Combat Team stationed there knew that the Archangel's fleet had returned.

However, when they looked up at the fleet that was large enough to cover the sky and the sun, every Ultramarines was still briefly shocked.

They had rarely seen a fleet of this size.

In this huge fleet there are ships of the Imperial Navy, a Mechanicus fleet mixed with a huge mechanical ark, and even dozens of chapter fleets with different emblems.

This couldn't help but make the Extreme Warriors on the ground a little suspicious.

Did this archangel bring all the military forces of the Blood Angels' descendants back to the world of Ultramar?

"This is the Raphael ground contact station. Please reply. We need to verify your identity."

Dante, who was in the main control room, heard the message from the ground communication station, and immediately used the human communication equipment transferred to the Eldar ship to establish contact with the Ultramarines stationed on the ground.

"I am Dante, Chapter Master of the Blood Angels. Led by the Gene-Father, we moved from the Baal system to the world of Ultramar."

A light green holographic projection projected Dante's image onto the equipment of the ground communication station.

After confirming that this man was none other than the legendary Chapter Master of the Blood Angels who had served for over 1500 years, the Ultramarines stationed on the ground immediately gave the order to let him pass.

"My Lord, where has the Archangel gone?"

"Father is currently negotiating with other Chapter Masters. We have dealt a severe blow to the Leviathan Hive Fleet's manpower, but there are still some matters between the various Chapters that Father needs to handle personally."

"Have you brought all the forces of the war group here?"

"All the Chapters that responded to Baal's call have arrived. Our homeworld destroyed itself to preserve the continuation of the Blood Angels."

The Ultramarines officer stationed at the Raphael ground communications station wanted to talk about other topics, but when he heard that the Blood Angels' home planet had been destroyed, he immediately stopped talking.

No wonder this fleet is so large. It is probably because its mother planet was destroyed, so all the regiments that went to support it chose to follow the footsteps of the Father of Genes.

"We can't comfort you better, cousin, but welcome to Ultramar. It will surely become your new home."

"Thank you so much."

After ending the communication, Dante looked at Thousand Faces who had been staring at him. He really didn't understand why this elf had been staring at him all the way and was still unwilling to look away.

"What on earth do you want to see from me? You've been staring at me the whole way here, from the moment my father left for the training ground until now."

Dante finally couldn't help but asked the question directly. Any normal person would find it difficult to accept the feeling of being stared at for a long time.

What's more, the person staring at him now is an alien from the Eldar.

"You have lived for over fifteen hundred years. I have never seen an Astartes outside the Great Crusade live that long."

"Forgive my crude choice of words, but I do have doubts about this."

Dante suddenly felt a little surprised.

You watched me all the way just to ask me this question?

"Normally speaking, every Astartes individual should actually have a long lifespan. Although not as long as you Eldar, it is definitely not short."

"The reason I've lived this long is because countless brothers have died in battle for me. Those deaths should have beenfallen me, but it was those fearless brothers who bore the consequences for me."

Dante's tone was very calm, as if he was stating a fact.

But Qianmian, who was standing opposite him, didn't think so.

He could sense the immense pain hidden within Dante's heart, and he attributed the deaths of all the Astartes brothers to himself.

"You should actually take a good rest, put aside your duties as the Chapter Master, and take even a day to calm your mind."

"You have too many obsessions in your heart."

Dante just sighed at Qianmian's suggestion.

He also wanted to give himself some rest, but he didn't have the chance until the Primarch returned.

The entire territory of the empire is like a map.

During the Great Crusade, the Emperor was able to complete the map through his own power and the help of his loyal warriors.

Today, this map is riddled with holes.

They, the Astartes and other living forces of the human empire, are just plugging these holes like plugs.

They block this place today, and will go to another place tomorrow. And if they block that place tomorrow, there will be another place they need to block the day after tomorrow.

However, every action is accompanied by a large number of sacrifices and casualties. As the commander of the regiment, I can only try my best to make the most correct judgment.

Sometimes, you even have to pay a price to achieve your combat objectives.

Such an order was tantamount to sending those brothers to their deaths with his own hands. Even though they had never blamed him for anything, the feeling of giving such an order was really unpleasant.

Over the past 1,500 years, many enemies have died directly as a result of his decisions, but even more friendly forces and compatriots have died indirectly as a result of his decisions.

As a human being himself, he could not really abandon his humanity and issue those ruthless orders.

"It's a very real price to pay, but their sacrifice ensures the continuation of your entire race, doesn't it?"

"That's true, but I hope there's a better way to avoid their sacrifice."

"When facing the Warp, no one dares to say they have a better way to deal with them. The enemy you will face is far more terrifying than you can imagine."

Thousand Faces seemed to be reminiscent of Dante's words. When he was still on the Ark World, many of his compatriots also lost their lives in battle because of the orders he gave.

The feeling of watching your compatriots die while being unable to do anything about it is enough to drive a strong person crazy.

It was for this reason that he left the Ark World, gave up all his duties, and escaped his responsibilities.

In this respect, I, who have lived longer, am no better than Dante.

The other party said that he had no choice, but in fact he still faced everything with his strong will.

If Dante wanted to, he could actively face his true death in a battle.

But he didn't do it.

He chose to continue commanding the battle, continue to bear the title of commander and endure all the pain brought by his duties.

"Together you have created a new future for humanity, and I envy you."

"I thought you'd be jealous of us."

"The vast majority of the Eldar are indeed very jealous of humans. They know very well that humans are already moving towards a bright future, but they are unwilling to admit this fact."

Qianmian thought of his compatriots and their leaders who refused to change and even insisted on their own way.

No matter how hard he tried, those short-sighted compatriots chose to ignore their suggestions. Even Uslan gradually became desperate after repeated setbacks.

All the things he predicted happened one after another. Even if he wanted to do everything to change the outcome of the prediction, all his actions only became a driving force to speed up the realization of the prediction.

It was not until the end that he realized the fact that he himself was just a pawn and plaything arranged by fate.

He chose to commit a crime on the Usvi Ark World, and left the place where he had lived in the name of exile, leading only a lone army to wander around in this dark universe.

Sooner or later he will come to find humans.

"So why don't you try to join the human race and share your technology with us? Then you can also have a chance to survive as a subhuman branch of the empire."

At this moment, Sandres' voice reached the ears of Qianmian and Dante, but what he said was quite joking.

How could we allow the proud Eldar to join the human race?

“Maybe in the future, we can try…”

"Hmm? I just made a suggestion."

"But Hilandri and I think it's feasible."

"what??"

89

Chapter 89: The Anti-Foreign Religious Society.