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

"(?_?)"

"What's with that expression? Don't look at me with that weird look (??ω?｀)."

Valedin felt a little scared when he saw Sandiles's look. He didn't understand why this guy was staring at him as if he was a fool.

Although Valedin didn't understand what he meant, Sandiles felt that his attitude was already very clear.

Md, old man, can you be a little more considerate?

After forcing himself not to give the old man in front of him a few big bumps on the head, Sandiles squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, "Old man, do you have all the equipment?"

Although somewhat surprised by such a question, Valedin still patted his bulging waist bag. In this waist bag engraved with holy symbols were the tools he used to fight against the demons of the Warp.

Seeing that the old man didn't understand what he meant, Sandres simply stretched out his hands and gestured on his body twice. The old man was fully equipped, but we are still unarmed.

You can't expect me to fight those cultists with my fists, right? Although I can beat the cultists to death with my fists, why use fists when I have swords?

Since Sandelles's movements were already extremely obvious, the old man felt that if he couldn't see it anymore, he could just throw the rose knot away and go home to retire.

"Then you should go back first. I will have the bailiff come to find you later. I hope you will be ready to enter the lower nest by then."

Haha, just wait, old man. If you don’t have a few bumps on your head after this is over, then my name is not Sandales-_-＃.

Seeing the old man Valedin walking towards the elevator leading to the lower nest with a chuckle under his gaze, he had no choice but to quickly walk towards his tavern.

In fact, he didn't need to take many things. The most important thing was the Sword of Hope. As a holy object that could make the tears of the state bishop flow from the corners of his mouth, this sword was surprisingly effective in dealing with cultists and those things that were neither gods nor ghosts.

Every time it was swung, it was accompanied by raging flames. The blazing flames could dispel all the power of the warp. He didn't know how many cultists' heads he had chopped off with this sword.

His tavern was not far from here, just a few steps away. After opening the door with his key and entering the tavern filled with the aroma of wine alone, Sandres took out a box directly from the secret compartment in the floor under the counter.

Inside was a set of Inquisition protective force fields that he wore in daily activities, as well as the holy object known as the Sword of Hope.

With his current physical condition, dealing with those cultists would be no different from crushing an ant. But having said that, it is impossible that those cultists are really the same as ants.

They had weapons in their hands, and although they looked like they were made of scrap metal, they could definitely cause harm to the human body.

He didn't want to be hit head-on by the cultists' bullets while exploring the interconnected area of the lower nest.

"Copman, stop sleeping on the sofa. I need you to watch the store."

After everything was ready, Sandales walked towards the bartender who was sleeping soundly on the sofa. He originally wanted to give this guy from Safra Chemical Dog a blow on the head, but as he got closer, Copeman, who was still sleeping, suddenly sat up.

Although his face was still a little sleepy, his tense body had already begun to exude a dangerous aura.

"I said, could you please stop scaring me? If one shout doesn't work, just shout a few more times. This kind of sneaking up on someone while they're sleeping is very likely to scare them (;≥皿≤)"

"Do you think everyone is like you, a veteran of the Zafra chemistry school? You always feel like someone is going to kill you-_-＃"

Sandelles casually took out a bottle of Amacia produced in the Golden Valley of Lorraine from the wine cabinet beside him. This thing was a precious thing given to him by the state religion. At least in Valentino, this bottle of good stuff from the Golden Valley of Lorraine was enough for a family of three in the middle nest to live a stable life for a year.

And now he casually threw such a precious bottle of wine to the guy who was sleeping on the sofa.

"I have to go to the lower nest with old man Valedin. The tavern is temporarily closed during this period. Please help me watch it."

"What's going on? Is there another cultist uprising in the Lower Nest? Or is the fighting between the gangs getting too serious?"

Copeman looked at Sandales in surprise, then used the corkscrew beside him to take out the cork of the Amaseic bottle, and took a wine glass to pour the bright red wine into it.

"Nothing serious, at least not yet."

Chapter 4: Confess to me!

Oh, that means a lot.

Copeman paused slightly while pouring the wine into the glass, then looked at his boss next to him, who looked no different from a demigod, with a puzzled look.

As an ultimate veteran from the Zafra Chemical Dog class, he almost immediately understood what his boss meant.

"You mean to say that something really troublesome is going to happen to Valentino in a while?"

“Well, I didn’t say that (???).”

Can you look at me and talk properly?

Stop lying with your eyes open!

If you hadn't looked elsewhere, I might have believed you a little, but the way you look now really makes me unable to believe you!

"Boss, do we have tickets to other planets?"

"No(?_?)."

After shakily placing the Amaseic wine bottle in his hand back on the table, he solemnly asked Sandales this question, but the answer he got was like kicking him into the icy lake of Fenris.

You have to know that your boss is a ruthless man who can kill eight mortal champions of Khorne without blinking an eye. How terrifying must something be if it can make this person feel a little troublesome?

Is it that if that thing glares at me, I will be doomed to die on the Golden Throne?

No, I haven't married yet! I haven't proposed to the judge yet. I can't lose my life to Valentino!

Seeing that his bartender was about to lose his temper, Sandiles suddenly felt a little regretful for snatching this guy back from the eight mortal champions of Khorne.

"Look at you. You still want Kapolis to marry you? Even Valedin agrees, and I don't."

"Why, boss?"

"Because if you can get Kapolis in your current state, then I can go straight to Terra and marry a High Inquisitor of the Inquisition."

While the bailiffs from Valedin haven't arrived yet, maybe I can take a short break.

After sitting down in the chair opposite Koopman, Sandelles took out a new cup and poured himself a glass of Amaze.

Compared to the ridiculously expensive Quatis wines, his tavern would have more of this Amacia in stock.

"I said, do you like Kapolis so much-_-||?"

"Of course, boss. You know I like red hair (^з^)"

Picking up the wine glass and taking a sip of the moderately sour Amaze, Sandiles recalled the scene when Capolis and Copeman first met. The meeting between these two guys was completely an accident.

When the cultists rioted and Capolis was surrounded in the lower nest, it was Copeman who used the underground pipe shuttle skills he learned from the chemical dog Safra to rescue Capolis. Although he didn't know what happened between the two guys in the underground pipe, the only inside story he knew was that the old man Valedin wanted to stab himself afterwards.

It doesn't take much to figure out that the bartender had done something unspeakable with old man Valedin's student. Normally speaking, Valedin was generous for not having a glorious one-on-one duel with Copeman with a grenade gun.

Of course, this does not rule out the fact that Copeman rescued Capolis, which added a little bit of points.

dong dong...

There was a gentle knock on the oak door of the pub, and through the window of this seat, he and Copeman could see a team of bailiffs from the Ministry of Justice standing outside the pub.

"Boss, there seems to be something wrong with the expressions on their faces. It's like they just crawled out of a pile of dead bodies."

Copeman was very sharp-eyed and noticed that something was wrong with this team of bailiffs. Normally, these bailiffs who always collapsed first and asked questions later during an operation would not show such an expression of being on the verge of a mental breakdown.

To have them reduced to this state, there must have been something in the lower nest that could destroy the planet Valentino.

"Boss, seriously, you have to be careful this time. If you need me, I'm always happy to go down with you. When it comes to combat skills in the Lower Nest and Pipeline areas, no one is more skilled than the Zafra Chemical Dog."

Sandales curled the corner of his mouth, then gently patted his bartender on the shoulder. It seemed that Copeman still cared about him.

"One more question, Boss, is it true that there are no tickets to other planets? T_T?"

“Give me back my feelings (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻!”

Anger rose from his heart, evil was in his heart, and with a slight force on his hands, Copeman's "self-confession" instantly flowed out from the corner of his eyes.

"Boss, wait a minute, I was just kidding!"

"Stop talking nonsense and confess your sins!"

“Wait… wait a minute!”

Copeman's eyes widened, but it was too late.

Boom!

Sandiles's fist, which had already lost its strength, hit Copeman's head hard. The latter lay down and fell into a sweet dream again.

"If I don't knock you out, you'll definitely follow me into the lower lair. Although I know you want to help me, I really can't let you go down this time."

"If you go down, Capolis might have to use two tickets by himself. If that happens, old man Valedin and Capolis will not forgive me, so you'd better sleep well here. Capolis will come to take care of you later."

After drinking his glass of Amacia, Sandelles covered Copeman with a blanket and lit a sleep-inducing incense stick in the tavern before leaving.

Some things are better if fewer people deal with them.

Pushing open the door, Sandres saw the bailiffs waiting at the door.

Expressions of exhaustion, disbelief, fear, and even a sense of having escaped death kept changing on the faces of these bailiffs like slides.

"Is the situation in the lower nest so serious?"

"Sir, the situation in the Lower Nest is far beyond your imagination. We are almost out of control. Those guys are frantically attacking the elevator shaft between the Middle and Lower Nests. If we didn't have some heavy weapons, I'm afraid they would have already rushed to the Middle Nest."

The inspector leading the Ministry of Justice team is named Andrea, a famous law enforcer on the planet Valentino, known as Valentin's right hand.

At this time, the inspector's face was covered with wounds, and shrapnel even left a long wound on his forehead.

"Please explain in detail. I need to know as much as possible about the current situation of the lower nest."

"The cultists have completed their sacrifice, and a group of Warp demons have emerged from the rift. So far, we have not been able to capture the heretic bishop who leads this group of cultists."

Chapter 5 Entering the Lower Nest

"What about the planetary defense forces? Judging by the current situation, they should be involved in defense matters."

During a brief conversation with Andrea after entering the elevator to the lower nest, Sandales learned that old man Valedin had entered the lower nest area in advance, and not with him.

The cultists' sacrificial rituals summoned demons from the Warp, but in order to ensure the stability of the Middle and Upper Nests of Valentino, the Governor suppressed the news and limited the control range to the Lower Nest area.

Despite the best efforts of the judicial police from the Ministry of Justice and the soldiers from the planetary defense force, the cultists' offensive continued to spread towards the elevator shaft of the middle nest little by little.

"Half of the planetary defense forces have already entered the Lower Hive to defend it, but the nobles of the Upper Hive have chosen to keep the other half of the planetary defense forces around their own estates. Although they promised to mobilize that half of the planetary defense forces before Lord Valadin entered the Lower Hive, we still haven't received any reinforcements."

As the sound of mechanical collision rang out, the elevator shaft officially reached the lower nest. The moment the mechanical door just opened, the stench mixed with the smell of blood rushed in.

The smell that hit his nose almost made Sandiles vomit on the spot. He had entered the lower nest to clean out the cultists before, but this time the smell was too unbearable.

The Sword of Hope at the waist was emitting a faint glow, which meant that the subspace energy in the lower nest had become so dense that it was unacceptable.

The air was filled with germs, and in addition to wailing and blood, there was also a stench and plague spreading in the lower nest.

If nothing unexpected happens, there should be three factions fighting each other in the lower nest at this time.

"Why has it developed to this point? It's only been a little over a month since I last entered the Lower Nest, and didn't Valadin just enter the Lower Nest a while ago?"

"We didn't know, sir, that these cultists had suddenly received supplies. They not only used large amounts of food and water to win over a group of scavengers from the lower nest, but also acquired a considerable amount of armaments and heavy weapons."

Very well, now if you tell me that the insects from the upper nest had no hand in this matter, then I would rather believe that the Emperor was so overwhelmed by Slaanesh that he couldn't get up from the Golden Throne.

"They're attacking again, everyone get ready!"

In Sandelles' ears, the sound of gunfire suddenly rang out, and several bullets even hit the iron plate of the elevator next to him.

Time was of the essence. In order to suppress the offensive of these cultists as quickly as possible, he simply drew the Sword of Hope from his waist, and then rushed into the crowd of cultists at a speed that Andrea and the others could not even see clearly.

A flash of gold shuttled between the crazy cultists and scavengers, and every flash would take the lives of dozens of cultists. No matter how hard the cultists tried to make him react, Sandiles's movements were much faster than theirs.

He kept waving the sword of hope in his hand, and the flames spread outward from him like waves. Under the burning of the fire, the stench and germs were burned away, and the cultists were beaten back under the suppression of his unreasonable personal strength.

It is true that some of the cultists were armed with heavy weapons, but the Inquisition protective force field he carried with him ensured his personal safety very well. The planetary defense forces and judicial police from the Ministry of Justice behind him also provided him with fire support with the weapons in their hands.

For these mortals, their joining is equivalent to adding a force to the battlefield that is enough to directly reverse the situation.

The cultists' offensive was completely broken up by his own blow before it could be fully launched. The defeated soldiers retreated into the shadows, and the flames that were still burning on the ground illuminated the areas covered by the shadows.

He saw a scene that had never appeared on the planet Valentino. It was no exaggeration to say that it was a sea of blood and corpses. The bodies with their heads cut off were piled up like a hill, and their height was almost touching the pipes leading to the central nest, and blood was gathering from every part of the hill to the ground.

"Something is not right. The cracks and gullies on the ground were secretly planned. Rather than saying these are traces left by the battle, it is better to say that the cultists are deliberately turning this place into another place of sacrifice." Sandiles instinctively felt that something was wrong here. The symbols on the ground that were about to converge made his soul tremble. A voice urged him to swing the sword in his hand. Flames spread from the sword edge, and all the blasphemous symbols were burned to ashes under the golden flames.

The power of the subspace was completely dispelled at this moment, and the plan to turn the position in front of the elevator shaft into a sacrificial site was completely wiped out.

An angry roar came from the depths of the lower nest, because Sandales' actions had ruined his plan.

"Let's get back to the point, Andrea. Did the Ecclesiarchy and the Sisters of Battle send any personnel?"

"No, my lord, the Sisters of Battle did not send any reinforcements."

Haha, I'm afraid it's not that no reinforcements were sent, but that the reinforcements sent were simply unable to leave the upper nest.