Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 331: Sanguino's Devotion

When the space on the planet Daven began to collapse, the regeneration speed of the Iron Truth in space also began to slow down.

The deck of its battleship began to peel off like cracked skin, and black blood and pus flowed out from the blisters, no longer spreading and expanding the size of this giant floating island.

Its increased mass comes from the warp, and is now spiraling out of control.

in the state.

Sanguinius was supported by his Sanguinary Guards, Azkaelon yelled at the Legion's apothecaries to heal the Primarch, and the Archangel tried to keep his sons calm.

"Calm down, Azkaelon. I'm not that easy to die."

“This is not where I’ll end up.”

The archangel looked at his son with a strange look in his eyes, and Azkaelon sensed a chilling fear in it.

He felt that look was full of sadness and helplessness. Sanguinius seemed to feel extremely indebted and guilty towards his sons, but they had no idea where this debt came from.

"Father, didn't we do well enough?" The invincible god of killing on the battlefield felt helpless at this moment. He turned around and scolded Nasir Amit, who was also crazy about killing, to come and protect the father of genes together.

The captain of the 5th Company had an extremely unstable mental state. Even among the Blood Angels, they were known for their ferocious and reckless fighting style.

Sanguinius knew that with the choice he had made, he would meet his foregone conclusion - death at the hands of Horus, and his sons would be eternally haunted by the bloodthirst and the Black Rage.

Although the Black Rage has not yet manifested at this point in time, as a warp curse, it also has the special property of ignoring time.

And at the moment of his death, the black rage will awaken in the blood of every angel's offspring. Sanguinius foresaw everything, but he had no way to change it.

The demon promised him that he could turn everything around, but Sanguinius would no longer trust any tempting whispers from the demons of the Warp.

The Primarch's power armor continuously releases various hormones and therapeutic drugs, and the built-in nano-core generates repair particles at the microscopic level to help Sanguinius heal his wounds.

The archangel forced himself to stand up, threw Madel's scepter on the ground, and the body of the demon in front of him slowly returned to the other side of the portal.

He realized that the other party was still alive. This Warp Demon with a special mission could not be killed. Whenever it died in the material world and its essence was forced to return to the Warp, those Warp powers would immediately piece it together and send it again.

From the outside, this is the Chaos Demon constantly resurrecting.

Not all Chaos Daemons are treated this way. After being killed, most of them must wait for a period of time in the Warp before they can be resurrected again.

But Demar is different. At this moment, it has become a gold medal headhunter who can bring Sanguinius down in the eyes of the powerful in the Warp, and it has been given countless privileges and more power.

The roar sounded again, as if coming from a great distance, like a beast craving for primitive revenge. It still coveted Sanguinius, and its mission was not yet completed.

After taking Sanguinius back, the four giants of the Second Empire, who were about to retreat, felt the attraction released by the giant blue portal. The material world and the Supreme Heaven were fighting fiercely, and Sanguinius was locked again.

The four gods longed for Sanguinius, a desire far greater than that of any other Primarch. The resurrected Damar stuck half of his body out of the portal and grabbed Sanguinius's right leg.

"You will serve!"

The Chaos Daemon roared, and the air around him cracked like cracked glass, as its tentacles grasped onto Sanguinius's wings and pulled the Archangel with all its might back to the other side of the portal.

Sanguinius impaled Demar's chest with the Spear of Pythagoras, and the two were stuck in the portal, inseparable from each other, while Lion and Guilliman did their best to help their brother escape from the clutches of the enemy.

"Give me your hand, Sanguinius!" Guilliman was roaring and raging. The Lord of Five Hundred Worlds rarely lost control, but when his own blood brother was entangled by the demon, a primordial rage surged in Guilliman's heart.

He strode forward and crushed the Chaos Demon's wrist with his ruling hand. The sound of scales and bones cracking was chilling.

Zhuang Sen used his wolf blade to brutally cut the demon's arm. Its armor, scales, muscles and bones were cut off layer by layer. Countless sparks burst and the arm was cut off abruptly.

Countless blood and pus spurted out from the wound. The three primarchs bathed in the demon's blood and tried their best to help Sanguinius escape.

Besieged by three primarchs, Demar ignored the physical injuries, which were meaningless to him. He released his psychic power. The overwhelming psychic power instantly penetrated the armor of the Holy Blood Guards, burning their souls and bodies.

"Think of your sons, angel. Did they consent to your sacrifice? Were they willing for you to die at the hands of Horus? They would be cursed forever by the psychic vibrations of your death."

The Chaos Archdemon wanted to use Sanguinius's love for his offspring to force him to submit. Sanguinius might be extremely strong, but he also had weaknesses.

"No! Father, don't listen to its instigation." Azkaelon stood up firmly under the burning of the demon's psychic flames. He leaned forward as if resisting the power of the storm. He and the other Blood Angels were walking towards their father.

They didn't know what Sanguinius had gone through, but they vaguely heard words like death and curse, as if the Gene-Father's choice would bring irreversible consequences to the Blood Angels. But the Blood Angels didn't care about that; they didn't care what would happen to them.

As long as Sanguinius can break out of the siege, the entire Holy Blood Guard will risk their lives.

Azkaelon withstood the pressure from the demon with immense willpower and walked to the side of the three primarchs.

"Go and pull your father! Azkaelon!" Roshi shouted. Iron Man Veronica was trying her best, but this was not a physical wrestling in the simple sense.

This involves psychic energy and willpower, and is a symbolic competition and confrontation.

Sanguinius refused to save his son. He stared into Azkaelon's eyes and said with difficulty.

"I can't leave here. The Subspace must get an Angel. This is the meaning of the existence of the entire Daven Planet. And this meaning has almost become a node of destiny as its symbolism continues to strengthen."

"Hurry up and return to the New Caliban. I can still control this demon in the real universe and destroy Davin."

"The destructive storm that spans the galaxy will dissipate with the destruction of Daven and the collapse of the space in the temple. You must seize this opportunity!"

Luo Xi's heart trembled. Sanguinius wanted to sacrifice himself in exchange for this opportunity.

He might not die, but he would definitely be completely captured by the warp, and Sanguinius's expression was extremely painful. He didn't know how long he could hold on, but he had only one thought in his mind - one second, and then another second, every extra second would give him a chance of survival.

Azkaelon was torn between the fate of his Primarch and the terrible price that would be paid, and he could not make a choice.

"Go quickly, please." The archangel's unprecedented pleading voice sounded, and Luo Xi's heart ached like a knife. He felt that he was going to lose this friend he had just met.

However, at this desperate moment, a Blood Angel wearing armor and the same golden mask as Sanguinius appeared in front of the archangel. It was Sanguinius's herald.

When Sanguinius first arrived in Macragge, in order to protect their Primarch, the leader of the Sanguinary Guard, Azkaelon, summoned ten Blood Angels to draw lots and selected two to serve as heralds to become the Primarch's substitutes.

Alatreon and Haradil of the Blood Angels were chosen, and when the two fought each other until only one remained, the remaining man donned a golden helmet with a visor identical to that of Sanguinius.

The herald wearing the golden mask has a new mission and a new name - Sanguinor.

"Let me take your place, father, let me take care of everything," Sanguinor began.

Sanguinius stared at the golden mask that looked like his. Was it Alatron or Haratir underneath? But he knew that he had to continue fighting. He must not fall before the final end came.

The archangel did not hesitate, he had to turn pain into strength and grasp that fleeting hope.

He thought of the pharmacist Herlous. During the demonic temptation in the Signus system, Herlous awakened the Primarch at the cost of his own life, warning him not to believe the words of the demons, and today another descendant made the same choice.

As the herald and stand-in of the Primarch, Sanguinor is also an Angel.

He would voluntarily bear the suffering and torture of the Primarch, and he would replace Sanguinius and be pulled into the Warp by Madeir.

The Chaos Daemon realized what Sanguinius and Sanguinor were thinking, and for the first time it screamed in fear, calling on the names of the Four Gods, praying for more power and help.

“Oh, the Most High!!”

But it was too late, everything was too late. With Sanguinor's sacrifice, the surging attraction in the portal swallowed the Primarch's herald into it. Sanguinor stabbed the demon's heart with his sword and disappeared with it in the turbulence of the ether.

"This is a great sacrifice." Lion King put down the wolf blade in his hand and patted his brother's shoulder with his other hand.

"Do not fail him," said Guilliman.

Roxi stared deeply into the turbulence of the void. He seemed to see the being called Sanguinor, and after entering the subspace, the outline of wings appeared - just like a real angel.

The Warp's conspiracy completely failed. Davin's temple continued to shake and collapse, dust fell from the dome, and invisible flames burned it to ashes.

Those Warp Demons that fought with the Space Marines retreated back to the Warp furiously but helplessly. Without the power of the Four Gods, they could not exist in the real universe at all.

Roche and Guilliman supported Sanguinius together. The signal to retreat had been given. All Astartes, Mortal Auxilia, and Mechanicus forces would completely evacuate this cursed planet within three minutes.

It was time to end it all. Daven had worn out its symbolic significance. It had caused Horus to fall, but elevated the angels. Now it could be destroyed by human bombing.

(End of this chapter)