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

Warhammer 40k, but I'm not an angel father! Author: Xie Liuming

Sandres: Dante, please let me go, I am not your father, your father is still lying in the stone pavilion.

Dante: Impossible! Dad, you are finally back! The Blood Angels are returned to you! I can finally retire!

Looking at Dante who was hugging his thighs tightly, Sandres fell silent.

Looking at the group of kids around him with golden eyes ready to recognize their father and the four gods in the subspace ready to give him a surprise, he made a decision.

Sandales: Dad! Please help me! Even if you can just send Guilliman back! (Hugging his thigh)

Emperor:!!!

Chapter 1 I am Nils, someone called you to work

Valentino, the human empire hive planet, eleventh tax level: first-level standard tax.

This is a planet that is no different from other hive planets in the human empire. The Upper Hive is still the residence of nobles and people of high status, the Middle Hive is still the gathering place of most of the planet's population, and the Lower Hive is the territory of garbage men and gangsters.

In a state church in the middle nest of Valentino, a handsome man with blond hair was half-kneeling. His face had reached a pinnacle of perfection, and almost anyone who saw his face would involuntarily feel a favorable impression.

The Anglican priest of the state church here was praying devoutly to the emperor's holy image, while the pilgrims carefully glanced at the blond man out of the corner of their eyes.

Their eyes were not fixed on him, but were constantly comparing his face with the blond figure in the stained glass window above the Anglican church.

Finally, they came to a conclusion.

This person is exactly the same as the glorious holy image in the stained glass window.

"The Emperor is watching you."

As the pastor's voice sounded, Sandiles slowly raised his head. To him, his current life was like a dream, because just a few months ago, he was just an ordinary resident of the Middle Nest.

One day a few months ago, I had just woken up from bed, and then I saw a tall hooded figure standing beside my bed.

He could barely see the golden light under his hood, but when he wanted to further inquire about his identity, the man slapped a blood-red bead into his chest with a powerful palm.

When he felt that he was about to vomit his lungs under this slap, the other party left him a golden sword and said a name he had never heard of before.

"I'm Niels, and he chose you."

A few months passed like an arrow, and his body became tall and strong. His originally jet-black hair turned into dazzling golden hair. His original appearance changed slightly, becoming more handsome and approachable.

What concerned him even more was that his physique had developed to an almost superhuman level, his limbs were powerful, and even his movements were so swift that ordinary people could hardly even see his afterimage.

For things that ordinary people cannot understand, it only takes him a little time to grasp them, and it is as if someone is instilling memories into his brain, and fighting skills that he has never seen before appear in his brain out of thin air.

His height has exceeded two meters and is heading towards three meters or even higher.

And it is worth mentioning that he never saw the red bead again after that day, not even in his body.

During this time, neither the Medical Sisters nor the Alchemist Sages of the Mechanicus could explain the changes in their bodies. This was not an influence rooted in their genes, at least in their opinion.

He searched through countless books but still could not find any record of the name Nils. However, during the search he discovered another blind spot.

He was becoming more and more like the demigod who existed only in legends, and the extremely pious and respectful priest beside him was the best proof of that.

In the other person's words, appearance cannot determine a person's identity, only the soul can.

And no one knew why the pastor's eyes were intact the day before he saw himself, but he was blind the next day.

This was obviously a change caused by the missing bead that the man named Nils had slapped into his chest, so in the past few months, he would make a pilgrimage to the Anglican Church almost every day, hoping that the Holy Emperor could give him an answer.

But the only response from the Divine Emperor was silence.

"I still haven't heard the words of the God-Emperor."

"The Divine Emperor has already orchestrated the fate of every person. Although you haven't heard his voice yet, please remember that he is watching over every one of his subjects."

After giving a wry smile, Sandales bowed to the priest and then turned and walked towards the door of the Anglican church.

He runs a tavern on Valentino. Unlike other taverns that sell ale or other moonshine, his tavern only sells attractive wines.

It’s not that he hates beer, but for him, wine always exudes an inexplicable attraction to him.

He likes the aroma of those wines, and also likes the sour taste of wine with a hint of sweetness.

"Sandris, aren't you going to open for business yet?"

Just as he walked out of the church door, a familiar voice stopped him from leaving.

Sandales turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and what came into his sight was an old but still strong figure. At this moment, this figure was approaching him step by step.

"Inquisitor Valadin, I thought you would be immersed in your endless work today as usual."

"I'm getting older, and some of the work has been handed over to my successor, so I have time to have a drink every day."

Sandiles looked at the Inquisitor whom he called Valedin with a smile. As far as he knew, the old man in front of him came from the Order of the Holy Hammer in the Inquisition.

Above Valentino, this Valedin can be said to be a miraculous existence. You know, there are hidden cultists on this planet.

Not long ago, there was news that the old man in front of him had discovered the hideout of a large cult group and crushed the head of a cult bishop with one hand.

It is hard for me to imagine how much strength such an old man's palm can have, to be able to crush a person's head.

"Are you interested in walking with the old man?"

"The compliments will not be declined."

"Then you have to walk slower. At your current speed, I, old man, can't catch up with you."

In response to this, Sandiles did not give much response, but just smiled silently and accompanied Valedin to his tavern.

Even though Valedin is an old man, his legs and feet are quite nimble. In his eyes, his walking speed is even faster than that of most bailiffs belonging to the Ministry of Justice.

Normally, a prestigious inquisitor like Valadin should be searching for everything related to the Warp by now, and now that the other party has come to him, it means that something fatal has happened.

"Can you come to me? Is there something wrong with the lower nest again?"

"Very sharp thinking, and now the lower nest has gone crazy with killing."

Chapter 2 This Planet Is No Longer Available

Sandiles frowned at what Valedin said. According to past experience, every time this old man discovered the gathering place of a cult group, those guys would be relatively quiet for a while.

But what was going on this time? What did it mean that the Lower Nest had gone on a killing spree, and that the cultists were forcing the Junkmen to riot?

"My colleagues discovered something amiss in the Lower Nest. They began conducting large-scale rituals and painting blasphemous symbols in various locations."

"It's hard not to wonder if they're preparing to summon something."

Valentin sighed. He was nearly 80 years old now. His old bones should have retired long ago, but the pressure from Valentino forced him to continue working.

The being next to him who looks more and more like that demigod is the only absolute combat force he can rely on now. The last time he commissioned him to investigate a large cult gathering place in the lower nest, he turned around and brought back the heads of eight mortal Khorne champions for him.

To be honest, when he saw those eight heads, he felt his brain start to spin rapidly.

Because he clearly remembered that when Sandiles entered the lower nest, he was only wearing ordinary casual clothes and carrying a golden sword that the state religion recognized (a lie with open eyes) as being given by the God-Emperor in a dream. He didn't even bring an air filter.

It took only one hour from the time the other party entered the lower nest to the time they returned to the middle nest. Even when the other party returned to the middle nest with eight heads hanging from their waists, the bishop of the state religion almost cried and prayed to the Emperor of God.

"Did you not seek help from the Astartes Chapter?"

"It will take some time for them to get here, and before that, Valentino will most likely be beaten to a pulp by those guys."

Sandiles rubbed his head in embarrassment. What Valedin said was actually very clear. The old man needed him to go down with him again.

Compared to going down alone, nothing good ever happened every time I went down with this old man.

The first time was a large-scale action by the cultists. I followed the marshals and the planetary defense forces to kill batch after batch of cultists before I put an end to the riot.

The second time, he almost watched a Khorne Daemon being summoned by sacrifice. If he had not acted quickly and chopped off the head of the priest bishop, Valentino would have become a demon planet by now.

And now the old man plans to take himself to the lower nest.

"I believe that someone like you will never give up the summons of the God-Emperor."

Sandiles's annoying behavior made Valedin smile awkwardly, and then he took out a banknote from his bag.

It was a contract, a favor contract, and the conspicuous blood-drop-shaped sealing wax on it made Sandres open his eyes slightly.

This old man is also connected with the Blood Angels' successor group?

"This is your reward. After all, I'm old enough to never need this contract again."

This contract looked very old, and even the ink-written words on it were beginning to become a little blurred, but the blood wax symbolizing the Blood Angels was still attached to the holy contract.

As long as the sealing wax remains, the Blood Angels who signed this holy covenant will abide by the terms of this contract.

"This is a contract I signed with the Weepers. In return for a batch of extra supplies I gave them, this contract allows them to help you complete an operation."

Looking at the contract that Valedin stuffed into his hands, he really began to doubt Valedin's background again. This was not something an ordinary inquisitor could get.

The Weepers were founded in M36, the so-called 21st Founding, also known as the Cursed Founding.

The chapter leader is Malakin-Flos, and it is a standard fleet-based chapter. Although the number of people in this chapter is slightly less than that of other chapters, it is definitely a force that cannot be ignored.

"By the way, which Astartes Chapter responded to your request for assistance?"

Valedin did not answer his question, but instead watched him raise his chin towards the contract in his hand.

"You mean the Weepers?"

"Yes, the High Lords' Council needs to transfer them to another area, and they need to pass through Valentino for supplies along the way. They also need to help us deal with the issue of unloading the nest."

Sandiles silently stuffed the contract into the lining of his shirt, then looked around to make sure no one could hear what he said next before whispering his concerns to Valedin.

"From what you just said, those cultists are planning to summon something extremely troublesome, so troublesome that even the Inquisition and the Sisters of Battle on this planet can't handle it?"

"Have you heard of the Lord of Skulls?"

The moment this name appeared, he didn't want to continue talking about it. Perhaps ordinary people didn't know what the Lord of the Skull was, but as a nobleman of the state religion in a certain sense, he still had the power to review the archives recorded by the state religion.

The Lord of Skulls is a giant war weapon under the command of the evil god Khorne of the Warp. Only the most astute dimension craftsmen can restrain the bloodthirsty demon soul that controls the Lord of Skulls. The fuel that drives that giant war weapon is the boiling blood of those ugly murderers.

These war weapons created by the Warp Crucible were given a mission from the moment they were born, which was to destroy all enemies that stood in their way.

Although the records of the state religion showed that they regarded the Skull Lord as some kind of mecha vehicle, in his opinion, that thing was simply a prison used to imprison the souls of those bloodthirsty demons.

And to be honest, he didn't think that this was something that their planet Valentino could deal with. The Skull Lord was at least 10 meters tall. If it was taller, it might reach 15 meters.

This level has reached that of the Knight Mecha. If there is only one, it is still okay, just fight with all your might. But if the number of Skull Lords appearing on a planet reaches a certain threshold, then the fate of the planet can basically be decided.

Unless there is a force that can directly reverse the situation of the war and join the battle, there is a 99% chance that the planets where these Skull Lords are located will become demon planets. After all, when the Skull Lords are summoned, there will definitely be other subspace demons that will pour into the real world.

"Are they planning to summon a Skull Lord?"

If he only summoned a Skull Lord and a legion of demons, he might be able to give it a try by risking his life and cooperating with the summoned Astra Militarum and the Lamenters. Although that thing was very difficult to deal with, his physical fitness had been transformed and was enough to support him in completing various radical strategic tasks.

"You're half right. They do intend to summon more than one Skull Lord."

Chapter 3 I suddenly don't want to do it anymore

Great, can I take back what I just said now?

Sandales's only thought was, what the heck is a Skull Lord? It's a being comparable to a Mechanicus Titan. Just one Skull Lord and a legion of demons would be enough to kill this planet, and now you're planning to bring in a few more.

I just said that once the number of this kind of thing reaches a certain threshold, the planet will be almost abandoned.

Judging from the population density of Valentino, there are definitely more and more cultists in the lower nest. If they really dare to sacrifice, they will definitely be able to call over a legion of demons, and they may even be able to attract a big demon.

After all, he almost sent a great demon into Valentino last time. Although he didn't know why the great demon of Khorne named Kabanha was as excited as a wild dog after seeing him, he could be sure of one thing, that is, Kabanha was definitely targeting him.

I'm afraid that the next time these cultists summon the devil, the other party will definitely respond first and come to me excitedly.

Seeing that Sandiles seemed a bit reluctant to work, Valentin reached out and patted Sandiles' shoulder, smiling like a profiteer, and said, "Relax. Didn't you say you've always wanted to visit Barr? After this incident with Valentino is over, I'll find a way to send you there (?o?o)??."

These words really touched his heart. His body had been changing over the past few months, and his physical features became more and more similar to the demigod in the mythological example. Every night in his dreams he could hear a voice calling him to go to Baal.

If he hadn't been worried that Valentino would collapse due to the riot of the cultists in the lower nest after he left, he would have gone to Baal in the name of pilgrimage to see who was calling him.

He really wanted to verify his long-held suspicion: whether the demigod in the myth had a mission to assign to him. Just as the bishop of the state religion had said, everyone in the world had his own destiny and responsibility.

"Tell me, when are we going to go down to the nest?"

"Right now, if you don't mind."