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

It was not the humans present who refuted Trazyn, but the Screaming Banshees. They could not tolerate this Necron insulting their god in this way.

"The losers of the Heavenly War have no right to speak here. I am now speaking to this young race as an elder, and you, the losers of the same period, should not appear before me."

Trazyn's attitude towards the Eldar was not as good as his attitude towards humans.

As for humans, he at most regarded this race as a young man who kept falling while climbing to the top of a mountain. Although the reasons for his falls were sometimes ridiculous, it was still interesting to watch him climb the mountain.

If I had to find a reason to describe it, it would be equivalent to the feeling when the ancient saints promoted the elves.

It's rare to see a young race that is very similar to themselves and is moving forward on the path they have walked, and this guidance game of helping them from time to time is quite interesting for me.

This feeling may be strange, but it feels pretty good.

But the Eldar are different. This race, which was promoted by the Ancients as a tool of war, is not just a mortal enemy of the Necrons.

These races who voluntarily serve as weapons of war for others and even enjoy doing so are not worthy of their respect. Even humans are much stronger than them. At least humans rely on their own strength to continuously climb to the top.

"You are insulting the Eldar."

"Do you Eldar have any glory left? Not only did you create an enemy that destroyed your race due to your own indulgence and desires, but you also expanded its influence to the entire universe."

When the Aspect Warriors of the Shrine of the Screaming Banshee warned Trazyn, the Necron Overlord of the Nihilak Dynasty paid no heed to the threat.

With a slight shake of the scepter in his hand, several warriors from the Eldar tribe present were instantly imprisoned in a motionless state.

"Humans at least use their own strength to get up after falling, but you can only run away in fear. No wonder Szalak was so confident in letting the Necrons fall into hibernation. It seems his judgment was completely correct."

"He always hated your arrogance, the Eldar, for never having experienced setbacks. He knew you would eventually destroy yourselves. And now, after so much time, you've finally found yourself on the run."

"I feel so sorry for you guys."

Trazyn stood up and mocked the tribe warriors in front of him, but the Eldar in stasis were unable to resist at all.

"A fragment of an Eldar god will be exchanged for this lady's eternal freedom. I don't care which god the fragment belongs to. I only want a fragment of an Eldar god in exchange. Don't think about refusing to pay. I will always find a way to collect the debt. Do you understand?"

"Also, let me tell you something. I still have a lot of great things in my museum. If you intend to take back those things that belong to you humans, you'd better exchange them with something more valuable."

With a deep laugh, Trazyn walked step by step towards the webway gate that was emitting a strange green light.

Compared to the Webway gate opened by the Eldar, the energy transmitted by this gate is more turbulent and unbalanced.

If the Eldar's use of the Webway can be compared to using a key to open a door, striving for smooth entry and exit.

The Necrons' method of using the Webway at this time was equivalent to physically opening a hole in the door. They simply entered the Webway and then turned around to seal the hole.

As Trazyn's figure disappeared from the inside of the Webway Gate, the Webway Gate, which had been violently opened as the interface of the Tombstone Gate, slowly returned to its closed state.

Several banshees that were placed in stasis also regained their freedom at this moment, but they felt extremely humiliated at this moment because they valued the glory of battle.

The Eldar and the Necrons fought a war long ago, and the Eldar ancestors thought that the disappearance of the Necrons was a victory for the Eldar.

But unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to adopt a dormancy strategy, hoping to exhaust the vitality of the elves by the passage of time.

"How are you guys? Are you okay?"

Sandiles helped up the Eldar technician who looked the weakest. Although he was not aware of the hatred and past between the Necrons and the Eldar, humans still had to cooperate with the Death Army, so he still had to show the necessary concern.

"We are fine, we are just a little unbalanced inside."

The Eldar technician, who was helped up by Sandiles, took off the helmet he had been wearing.

They have deceived themselves for too long over countless years, and now they just can't bear to suddenly accept the truth.

"You humans now have to think about a question. Although as an Eldar I shouldn't say such things, I still have to ask: which god's fragment do you plan to hand over to that Necron?"

The moment the Eldar technician uttered these words, Sandiles sensed the murderous intent coming from several nearby tribe warriors towards the Eldar technician.

But it seemed that when he saw that he was protecting this technician, the murderous intent instantly receded like the tide.

"Don't worry about me. These tribes' warriors won't trouble their compatriots. And if you insist, you have the right to command them."

"They are all warriors of the affiliation of the Shroud of the Screaming Banshee. To put it another way, they are the children of the Eldar who are loyal to the Old Goddess. Since you have protected the soul of the Old Goddess, they will fight for you."

While the Eldar technician was saying this, Sandales also looked at these banshees holding molecular scimitars and wearing screaming masks.

In his sight, these banshees first crossed the blades in their hands in front of their chests, and then actually knelt on one knee in front of him as if to show their allegiance. Although he was a little bit unconvinced at that moment, the voice of the old goddess dispelled his doubts.

'Trust them, they are all my loyal daughters.'

After a brief salute, the banshees stood up again and acted as guards, an action that made Dante and Mephisto next to them extremely dissatisfied.

The role of the Primarch's guards should have been held by the descendants of Astartes. What are you aliens doing here?

Can you, the aliens, protect your father?

As if they noticed the gazes of Mephisto and the others, the banshees immediately responded with provocative looks.

Their thoughts mirror those of Dante and Mephisto.

The Screaming Banshees also held their own opinions. They also believed that these bulky Astartes could not protect the demigod on the ever-changing battlefield, let alone the soul of the old goddess.

If the Phoenix Lord Jan-Zar of the Shrine of the Screaming Banshee had not come in person, how could you have been assigned the task of guarding?

Even Dante, a veteran chapter commander with a long service history, almost lost his mind at this moment.

The actions of these Eldar are tantamount to directly questioning the protection capabilities of their Blood Angel descendants to their father's face. This is not only a slander on their reputation, but also a plunder and denial of their duty as Blood Angels to defend the Primarch.

Psionic fluctuations were already rising from Mephisto's hand next to him. If Sandales hadn't been there, the war-loving Blood Angels' chief think tank would have already launched an attack.

Looking at the scene before him, which seemed to be a struggle between his son and daughter for favor, Sandiles couldn't help but feel a little numb.

Because he thought of a possibility at this time.

In the near future, as more and more fragments of the original body are protected by the sea of his soul, will the remaining descendants of the legion come to find him?

Right now, the competition between the Eldar Banshees and the Blood Angels is so fierce, so what will happen when the offspring of other legions arrive...

Ms. Yuton's voice came into Sandiles' ears when he was feeling more and more headache, and what she said also surprised Sandiles a little.

"You are not the Archangel Sanguinius. I can see that there is a fundamental difference between you and him."

The Macragge Seneschal, who had raised Guilliman, saw almost immediately that Sandales was not Sanguinius.

For Ms. Euton, this result was not based on the two pairs of wings behind Sandales, which were more than those on Sanguinius.

The physical difference could not be regarded as conclusive evidence. What really made her feel uneasy was that Sandalesna and Sanguinius still had different personalities.

"The Archangel Sanguinius has a sensitive and compassionate heart. You are slightly more rational than him, and your actions tend to be more concerned with the overall situation."

"Please tell me your name. I hope everyone's name will be respected."

Ms. Yuton stood up and walked to the side of Sandiles, who immediately squatted down. He hoped that he could have a face-to-face talk with the kind Ms. Yuton, as she was fully qualified to do so.

"I am Sandales of Valentino. Due to certain reasons, I can only appear to the public under the name of my blood brother. My other brothers and descendants know my secret, but to the people of the empire, I am now the Archangel Sanguinius."

"But you don't need to worry, the souls of those brothers are now living in my body."

He originally thought that Ms. Yuton would persuade him to face the people of the empire with his real name, but he didn't expect that the peaceful lady in front of him would just stroke her thin hand on his head.

Her palms were filled with warmth, and he could sense the heartache and sympathy in Ms. Yuton's soul.

"I understand. I won't preach any other great truths to you. You can only borrow someone else's name to face everyone, which in itself is a very painful thing."

"For a normal person, if he can live in this world with his own name, he would never borrow someone else's name, because that feeling would not make him happy."

In the quiet conversation with Coze just now, Ms. Yuton already knew what era it was.

She was surprised that she had been sealed for ten thousand years, and was also sad that the empire had ended up in such a state during these ten thousand years.

Today's era is an absolute dark age.

"You are a strong person. I can no longer see the glorious past in your eyes. If I am not mistaken, you are a child of this era. You are much stronger than Guilliman."

During the time that Euton was talking to Sandales, Guilliman and Curze, who were standing by, had been staring at their brother with their dark eyes for a long time.

Both of them now feel sad.

But in fact, there are more than just two people who feel jealous now.

In the sea of souls of Sandales, there are two souls whose faces are almost distorted by jealousy.

Sanguinius was fine, the Archangel was just remembering his past when he was beloved on Baal.

But the existence of the other two sitting around the round table is not certain.

Angron was almost biting his back teeth off. If the situation wasn't wrong, he would have just wanted to pull Sandales back and experience this feeling himself.

As for Horus?

His face was calm, but that was only possible if he ignored the action of constantly polishing his ring.

The ring is now almost polished to a layer that is reflective enough.

"Ahem, mother, let's go back to Macragge. You may need to undergo some examinations right now, otherwise we can't guarantee whether the Necron will leave any restrictions on your body."

"Yes, let's focus on your health first. We will be preparing for another operation next. You can also plan things for us on Macragge."

Curze and Guilliman escorted Euden out of the Eternal Soul, while Calgar and a figure holding a power spear left after a slight apologetic salute to Sandales.

Sandiles didn't really care about what had just happened, but the figure that covered everything under the power armor made him suspicious.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be Sevatar, the captain of the Midnight Lords Legion.

Although the Empire had announced that he had been beheaded, this was not the first or second time the Empire had lied, so their words were not credible. It was very likely that Sevatar was not dead...

"Father, what should we do next?"

"Take all the Blood Angels to this agricultural planet called Xandar. It will be renamed Baal and will serve as the new home planet of the Blood Angels."

Sandales handed Dante a save file containing the specific coordinates of the agricultural world of Xandar and ordered all the descendants of the Blood Angels to be brought there.

"Issue orders to each chapter, allowing them to decide for themselves whether to re-establish their homeworld as Baal. If they are willing to come with us, we will allow them to relocate the population of their homeworld. If they are not willing, there is no need to impose too much control on them."

"Also, have each chapter control those warriors who have embraced the Crimson Thirst and prevent them from harming the original residents there."

"I will begin to channel Baal's soul into this planet. Whether the scarlet thirst that has plagued the Blood Angels for ten thousand years can be quenched depends on the effectiveness of this plan."

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Chapter 94 I want a new boat!

(Updated today)

(Finally, I can go eat hotpot!)

"You want to go to Terra, I have no objection, but what about Ultramar?"

After returning to Hera Fortress, Lady Euden saw the shattered state of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, and she struck Guilliman's thigh with her cane.

I had repeatedly told Guilliman that the human race was not as ideal as he had imagined.

If so many planets were hastily returned to self-government, the separation and degeneration of the 500 worlds of Ultramar would only be a matter of time.

If the leaders of each planet are replaced by a generation, the current situation of the planet is likely to change dramatically.

By then, rebellion and war will definitely follow.

But what did that stupid guy Guilliman do?

In the end, he actually released these planets to self-government without learning any lesson!

The power of a city has the ability to blind the eyes of a hero, not to mention the power to control an entire planet.

"If you want to have a good foundation, then the world of Ultramar must be reclaimed. As for the divided area, you don't need to explain it to me. I can see what you little guys are up to."

When Ms. Yuton saw the star zone distribution map of the Ultramar world, she immediately saw the divided area marked as the yellow area.

Given Guilliman's obsession with the restoration of Ultramar, he would never allow a partition to appear within the boundaries of the Ultramar world.

So even without thinking, he could guess what Guilliman was trying to do in that area.

It's nothing more than regretting the decision he made ten thousand years ago, and intending to say one thing in public and do another in private.

"The recovery of Ultramar will be led by those we trust most, while the planets in the Sector will be secretly unified by those lurking there."

"We still have a lot of things to experiment with in the Segmentation Zone, and we won't make any rash decisions until we can ensure that every action won't have an undue impact."

"What was left behind ten thousand years ago has now become an obstacle to our reform. Therefore, if we want to impose correct policies on the entire empire, we must first conduct experiments on the world of Ultramar and the Segment."

Every word Guilliman said revealed his regret for writing the ceremony and carrying out various split operations.

At that time, he naively believed that the ideas held by Horus were all wrong, and that Astartes should not interfere in any affairs of mortals.

But look at it now, the nobles live in luxury, and even the war apostles of the state religion will prepare a perfect and comfortable residence for themselves before carrying out their work.

Each of them has an extremely fanatical belief in the Emperor, but their actions are also what the Emperor would never tolerate or accept.