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

Chapter 451 Angel of Mercy
"Ryan went a little too far. I could tell he was too nervous and paranoid."

"Horus has become his shadow. Although he is unwilling to admit it, in his heart, Horus has always been a target that troubles him."

After finishing the meeting with his brothers, Sanguinius leaned back on the throne that left enough room for his wings. The Archangel supported his chin with his right hand and stared deeply at the star map in front of him.

"I am very worried that he will lose control at a critical moment because of the shadow in his heart."

The leader of the Holy Blood Guard, Azkaelon, was beside his father, combing and polishing the archangel's gorgeous white wings, smoothing out the frizzy feathers.

This invincible killing god who could tear Khorne's bloodthirsters apart with his bare hands on the battlefield seemed to enjoy it. Azkaelon's movements were extremely delicate and gentle, just like those mortal women when taking care of their babies.

But even the most patient care could not resist the influence of the archangel's sorrowful heart, and a white feather fell off naturally, and was held in the palm of Azkaelon's hand with the fastest reaction speed in his life.

A complex emotion of heartache and joy appeared on Azkaelon's face. Just as he was about to put it away, Sanguinius had already turned his head and looked at his son who was doing little movements.

"You really want my feathers? Azkaelon?" the archangel said gently.

"Yes, yes, sir." The leader of the Holy Blood Guard answered the Father of Genes with some stammering.

"Then keep it. I'm right here. Why are you so obsessed with my fallen feathers?"

The angel waved his hands and muttered to himself.

Azkaelon, with a look of joy on his face, put the feather into the interlayer of his power armor. He wanted to store it in a stasis field as his own personal collection.

This must not be known to other battle brothers, otherwise this precious collection will be lost.

"I don't know how Radron completed his mission. He went to the world of Gamma Minoris Garmon to save the mortals there. This is a difficult mission."

Sanguinius's gaze seemed to penetrate the star map and fall on distant Minoris.

According to Lion's strategic division, the enemies Sanguinius needs to face mainly include Betagarmon II and III. There are still troops loyal to the Empire on these planets who are resisting stubbornly, and they are in urgent need of support.

But Sanguinius couldn't bear to give up on the other worlds along the way. They might not be as important as Betagarmon, but there were also countless human beings suffering there.

They sent star messages for help day after day, longing for assistance from the Empire, but the only ones who could respond quickly were Sanguinius and his Blood Angels.

After comprehensive consideration, the Archangel squeezed out as much time and energy as possible, allowing his sons to lead the Blood Angels to save those worlds.

This was not actually within the scope of Sanguinius's responsibility, but his compassionate heart could not sit idly by and watch so many humans die.

Sanguinius is actually a very warm-hearted person. He always seems to be enthusiastic, but in fact he does not have that much warmth in his bones. However, in the face of so many human hopes, he still goes against his nature.

"Azkaelon, I must warn you and your brothers about something." The archangel began.

"I'm here." The leader of the Holy Blood Guard listened carefully to his father's teachings and put all his concentration into it.

The Primarch took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "You must remember that the Blood Angels are the protectors of humanity. We were born for war, but our eyes cannot be filled with only war and killing. Even in those wars that we can stay out of, as long as the people there need us, then it is our responsibility."

"We are not only the Emperor's angels, but also the angels of mankind. We must not forget our past or deny our origins. Each of you is my beloved son.

But you also have your own mortal parents, don’t look down on them from a high position, on the contrary, I hope you can always have a humble heart. "

Azkaelon immediately knelt on one knee and bowed his head to his father.

"We will always remember you, Dad."

His two superhuman hearts were beating wildly, and although it sounded like just a father's teachings to his son, he heard another deeper meaning.

The angel's words sounded like a request for help. Azkaelon had never forgotten the predetermined death that his father faced on the planet Daven. He had always been reluctant to mention it, as if it would not happen if he didn't mention it.

Looking at Azkaellon kneeling on the ground, Sanguinius sighed silently. He had seen that the future was getting closer and closer, and he and Horus were bound to have a decisive battle.

As for the Blood Angels and his sons, Sanguinius always had an unrelieved worry and fear. He felt indebted because he had the opportunity to change the fate of his sons who were trapped in the black rage and blood thirst, but he said no to changing their fate.

The Blood Angels are a proud legion, but they have an extremely dark past. Before his return, the Ninth Legion was called the Legion of Ghouls. Because of the bloodthirsty instinct running in their genes, the warriors of the legion generally had the habit of drinking blood and feasting on flesh and blood.

Even now, Sanguinius still knows that some Blood Angels companies will recruit humans called "Blood Slaves", although these humans often voluntarily donate blood and become providers of the great Astartes.

Sanguinius was worried and frightened by this. He understood that his descendants did this because of the thirst for blood. His descendants' hunger for blood was not physical, but came from the psychic or soul level.

If they do not drink blood for a long time, the Blood Angels will become weak and even old, and develop wrinkled skin and white hair like old people. Of course, almost no soldier of the Ninth Legion can tolerate this and will have such a serious reaction.

When the descendants of the Blood Angels gather together, they often drink a drink mixed with blood and wine - called Kalash. The Archangel is worried that if he is gone, his descendants will once again become zombies that suck human blood and eat raw flesh.

"I sent both Radlon and Amit out. Don't you want to build your own great cause and make a name for yourself?"

The archangel thought about it and asked his son again.

Azkelon answered without thinking.

"I don't need that, father. My only wish is to stay by your side. All of the Holy Blood Guards are willing to die for you, whether in the past, present, or future."

Looking at his son's extremely sincere eyes, Sanguinius finally smiled with relief.

Never mind the damn future, at least now, at least at this moment, he can still be with his sons. Horus was consumed by his own ambition and weakness, and he destroyed everything.

"Notify the fleet to head towards Betagarmon II."

"Tell those priests of the Mechanicus, as well as the captains and crews of the Titans, that will be the place where they will fight the traitors who betrayed Om Messiah."

(End of this chapter)