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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 slowly said, "You must remember that the Blood Angels are the protectors of mankind. We were born for war, but we cannot only see war and killing.

Even if it is a war 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."

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"Damn Death Guard, Mortarion and his stinking cans have completely destroyed this beautiful world."

"Why do they want to turn every planet into the festering look of Barbarus?"

The Blood Angels' Chief Captain, Radon, stood on the bridge of the Red Tear. Following the orders of the Archangel, he led more than two thousand veterans of the Legion to the world of Minoris Garmon 147.

They will try their best to save the humans here and bring them back from the brink of death.

As one of the three recognized heroes of the Great Crusade, Ra'Doron, the Black Knight Sigismund of the Imperial Fists, and Ezekiel Abaddon of the Sons of Horus stand shoulder to shoulder at the top of the Space Marines.

But compared to Sigismund and Abaddon, Radon is more low-key. He rarely shows strong fighting ability like the Black Knight or Abaddon.

In fact, Radlon is better at relying on his flexible and changeable command methods and smooth and agile command style to adapt to the ever-changing battlefield situation.

"The Primarch's will is our will. He did not want to see these mortals crying and dying in despair, so he sent us."

Radon's Star-type power armor is equipped with gorgeous shoulder pads and wing-shaped arm rings. Compared with the gorgeous armor of the Holy Blood Guard, his power armor looks much simpler.

This is related to his introverted personality. The company captain does not like to stay close to his brothers. He is better at maintaining a detached attitude to understand the thoughts of his combat brothers and guide them better.

"This planet was once a lush agricultural world, and the food it produced supplied several large planets nearby. But now everything is gone."

"Look, this place is not even as good as Barr."

The captain of the first company sighed. Even on the orbital platform, one could still see the devastation of the planet. The Death Guard and their "Desolate March" auxiliary forces had besieged the planet for a long time. The Fourteenth Legion's powerful chemical weapons and deadly poison gas turned all life into toxic sludge.

Witnessing a planet of life turning into a world of death comparable to Baal was extremely painful for the Blood Angels. No one valued the preciousness of a planet suitable for survival more than them.

"I used to wonder why the Death Guards of the Barbarus origin were so obsessed with keeping their poisonous gas star in its original state. Even their Primarch, after being found by the Emperor, still stubbornly refused to allow the Mechanicus to transform Barbarus."

"It may be this stubbornness that led them to become enemies of the empire."

The purpose of Radolon's trip was to liberate the planet occupied by the Death Guard. The powerful firepower of the Red Tear easily defeated the enemy fleet without heavy warships to protect it. The veterans of the Blood Angels were ready to go and were prepared to carry out orbital airdrops at any time.

"The Pale King of Barbaros firmly believed that the harsh poisonous atmosphere of the home planet could temper people's will, thus making his descendants and people more resilient."

"But has he ever thought about whether those people are willing to suffer in such a hell on earth just to become the tough person that Mortarion expects?" Radolon asked himself and answered.

The company commander's adjutant Kano nodded in response to Radolon's words.

"Our Blood Angels' home planet is similar to Barbarus, both are death worlds, but compared to their poison gas, Barr's radiation and desert storms are more deadly."

“But we never take pride in this, or show off our [tenacity] or [unyieldingness]. What we should do is face suffering head-on, rather than praise it. We must know that suffering is never worth praising.”

“We come from the deadly desert of Baal, but in the wasteland and radioactive dust, we grow fresh grape crops and brew sweet Baal wine. We are committed to changing the world, just like our father changed us.”

The company commander and the adjutant looked at each other and chuckled in tacit understanding, then put on their tactical helmets.

After comparing Mortarion and Sanguinius, they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of happiness and satisfaction. The pride of being the sons of angels made them fearless.

The orbital drop pods made of refined gold broke away from the deck of the battleship and cut through the skyline under the influence of the planet's gravity and engines. Hundreds of drop pods descended like burning meteors with unstoppable force.

With a thousand Blood Angels, Radolon launched a standard 9th Legion assault on the Hive World occupied by the Death Guard.

The most famous and powerful feature of the Blood Angels is the surprise attack tactic. Rapid penetration and surprise attack have always been the classic combination punch of the Ninth Legion.

It is worth mentioning that during the Great Crusade, the Blood Angels and the World Eaters, who had a very similar combat style, once formed a certain competitive relationship.

However, before their respective primarchs returned, the 9th Legion, which was still composed of ghouls, was far inferior to the disciplined and well-organized War Hounds Legion.

But the arrival of each Primarch changed everything. Sanguinius knelt before his descendants and transformed those sons who were despised and hated by the world into noble and holy angels.

As for the unfortunate Warhound, the first thing Angron did after his return was to kill all the high-ranking commanders of the Legion, which led to a young man like Captain Kahn of the Eighth Company becoming the new leader of the Legion.

The discipline of the War Hounds was destroyed successively by Angron and Butcher's Nails, and later they turned into mindless, angry World Eaters who only knew how to kill.

The first batch of airborne troops led by Radon all carried additional jet pack modules, which meant that the mobility of the Blood Angels would soar to a quite terrifying level.

They will bring the wrath of the Angels upon the plague pigs of the Death Guard.

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Calvin's stomach acid was burning his intestines. When hunger reached its extreme, he fell into a feeling of numbness and nothingness.

His soul seemed to be separated from his body and he often fell into a trance.

Strictly speaking, he was not a mortal auxiliary soldier of Minoris Garmon No. 147. He and his father were native farmers who operated those huge agricultural tools and repeated production activities.

However, as the flames of rebellion spread here, Calvin was forced to become an imperial militiaman.

The Emperor's Angels, the legendary Astartes promoted by the Imperial Propaganda Department in the past, are attacking their planet. Galvin learns that those rebellious Astartes are called Death Guard, which were once the Fourteenth Legion.

He curled up in his trench and just looked at his comrades with his eyes, because this could reduce the consumption of body energy. The food and clean water distributed to them by the logistics department were only enough to maintain the minimum requirements of life.

Most of the comrades around him were civilians recruited by the planetary governor and generals, but now there was no land for them to cultivate.

When those huge warships tore through the planet's defense orbit, what fell down were not only huge and dangerous wreckage, but also all kinds of incredible chemical bombs.

They cause the land to completely decay, and the highly toxic sludge can no longer support any life. Even the hardiest plants cannot grow in such an environment.

Not only that, the water source was also polluted by the enemy. Calvin saw with his own eyes that the hungry and thirsty civilians drank the drinking water pumped from the groundwater, wailing as their bodies rotted and melted, turning into a pile of rotten skeletons.

Although the Empire had repeatedly emphasized the Imperial Truth in its propaganda, Calvin's simple worldview still believed that this was definitely not something that could be accomplished by chemical weapons.

Magic, or psionics, is the ability of warp sorcery.

Their enemies are best at using chemical and viral weapons to launch attacks. This was the information told to Calvin by a veteran of the Sun Auxiliary Army who only told him because he gave him a protein bar.

Those Solar Auxilia who fought against the traitors claimed that the enemy numbers were not great, and that the rebels were facing tens of thousands of Imperial worlds and their forces were stretched thin.

However, these so-called few enemies have forced the world into a desperate situation. Imperial militiamen like Calvin can still barely fill their stomachs, but many other elderly, weak, women and children civilians have already starved to death.

In an agricultural world, many mortals starved to death. This may sound ridiculous, but it is a tragic fact that it actually happened.

All food is stored in strictly sealed containers, and those exposed to the outside will decay at an incredible speed and become disturbingly toxic.

The water source needs to be processed by the special purification equipment of the mechanical priest on the planet before it can be used. Calvin doesn't know how long he can hold on. Thinking consumes a lot of energy. He tries his best to control himself from having random thoughts.

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The quiet trench front suddenly became noisy, and Calvin saw the heavy artillery and veterans of the Sun Auxiliary Army moving.

The war is coming again.

The accelerated secretion of adrenaline made the hungry militiaman move. Except for some soreness in his legs and feet, he lay down in his position holding his laser gun under the stimulation of hormones.

A familiar stench began to waft, and Calvin skillfully put on a pig-mouth-shaped gas mask. This protective gear could cover the mouth, nose and eyes, isolating himself from the outside world as much as possible.

The political commissar, who was also a veteran of the Sun Auxiliary Army, began to roar and command these new recruits.

In fact, Calvin didn't know how to fight at all. He just shot in the direction the political commissar told him to shoot. As for whether he hit the target or not, that was not his concern.

Being able to hold the line and empty the magazine of his laser gun was the greatest loyalty he could offer to the Emperor.

He felt cold all over and was shivering. The thick military thermal clothing could not stop the cold from coming. The cold did not seem to be the cold that mortals understood.

Disturbing howls were heard outside the position, like a dying old man struggling to swallow the last mouthful of phlegm in his throat, or an old wooden house decaying under the corrosion of time and finally turning into ruins with a creaking sound.

That terrifying sound was not a ferocious roar, but it could arouse the instinctive fear in human hearts.

It is the fear of death and disease.

Thick fog began to spread across the battlefield. The gray mist brought uneasiness and dimmed the sunlight.

The mechanical priests and mortal technicians on the battlefield raised an extremely primitive chemical fuel searchlight. The weak light tried its best to illuminate the darkness and provide the most visual support for the auxiliary soldiers and militia.