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

I'm afraid that now the upper nest, like the lower nest, has been blocked by those small number of people. That half of the planetary defense force is not guarding the noble manor, it is clearly blocking the upper nest.

Those guys are the private soldiers of the local nobles of Valentino, but they are labeled as planetary defense forces to reduce the supply of materials needed by their families. The planetary defense forces who can be thrown to the lower nest to die are all veteran fighters that the nobles cannot control.

The Governor's Building, the main facilities of the Ecclesiarchy and the Sisters of Battle are all in the Upper Nest, and half of the planetary defense force was mobilized there to blockade them.

After sheathing the Sword of Hope, Sandales looked at Andrea and asked, "Do you know where Valedin went?"

"I'm not sure. Lord Valadin led a group of elite troops and then went deeper into the Lower Nest. He left a recording for you. I hope you can understand the information in it after you come down."

Andrea picked up a set of individual communication equipment from the ammunition box beside him. It was very simple, just a communication box behind him plus a pair of headphones, without even any additional equipment protection measures.

After putting on the headphones, the familiar and vicissitudes of life voice of old man Valedin immediately came into his ears, but judging from his breath, the other party seemed to be very weak when recording.

"We're a step too late. The situation is worse than I imagined. They plan to destroy the water purification equipment and sacrifice the great demon."

Chapter 6: Rebellion against the Astartes

When these messages entered his ears, Sandres almost pulled off the earphones and threw them to the ground and stomped them into pieces. He really hoped that the messages he heard were some kind of false voices and nonsense, but reality told him that this impossible idea was nonsense.

Damn, it gives me a headache. I knew nothing good would happen if I came down with this old man.

In the eyes of the people around him, Sandales now had a worried look on his face and clapped his hands on his forehead. His look made everyone worried. Even the devil would have to sit down and have a good talk about when the great cause of reviving the empire could be completed.

"Emperor, if you can open your eyes while lifting your butt, can you please look over here? Even if Piyanzi shrinks a few times and crushes the big demon to death, I'm tired and don't want to fight with those big demons anymore!"

When Sandiles prayed to the Emperor to use his leather swallow to crush the demon to death, the voice of Valadin in the earphones still did not stop.

"I know you're secretly saying bad things about the Emperor. Stop mumbling. If you don't come down and help me, I'll have to go see the Emperor early."

"I've already led a group of elite troops into the reverse pipeline area that leads directly to the water purification facility. The cultists there are the most rampant, and I must strike the enemies there first."

"Please pay attention. Those guys have summoned some incredible stuff, but they haven't shown up yet. They're just hiding deep inside. Don't let that bastard get away with it."

After the last word fell, Sandales pulled off the headphones on his head and squatted down, looking just like a big boss of the Astra Militarum who was owed several months' salary by the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The thick resentment floating around was almost condensed into substance, and the political commissar and the judge had to call the Military Affairs Department incompetent.

Andrea and his colleagues exchanged glances, then slowly approached Sandales, "Sir, are you... okay?"

Sandales sighed, then tremblingly drew out the Sword of Hope again. He looked at Andrea with a nearly heartbroken smile, "It's okay. This little difficulty can't faze me. It's just a big demon! I'll chop off his head and use it as a decoration for the Emperor's pit! A blood sacrifice to the Divine Emperor, and a skull to the Golden Throne!"

Shouting slogans that weren't so loyal, holding the Blade of Hope, Sandales followed the marks left by Valedin all the way to the depths of the lower nest under Andrea's gaze. Before leaving, he only left him an order to guard the elevator shaft.

After the attack he had just launched, the cultists would not be able to quickly organize a sizable attack force in a short period of time.

I have to take advantage of this window of opportunity to help the old man Valadin. Even though the old man usually leaves everything to me, the compensation he gives me every time is indeed quite a lot. Facing the throne coins, I only look at the money. If I can rescue Valadin this time, I can get a lot of good things out of this old man's pocket.

More importantly, this guy is the only one who can send him to Baal as quickly as possible. Even if the old man wants to return to the Golden Throne, he has to wait until he sends himself away first!

If Valadin returned to the Golden Throne early, who would he turn to for a ticket to Baal? The Emperor?

"Old man, now I can only hope that the mark you left behind can be a little more obvious. If I can't save you because of the mark, don't blame me."

The underground pipes of the lower nest are very complicated. Even in the area not far from the elevator shaft, there are intertwined pipe facilities. In order to ensure that Valedin can be found as soon as possible, Sandiles simply started his action from above the pipes.

Maneuvering along the long and crisscrossing pipes, you can occasionally see the pattern marks of the Tribunal left by Valedina on the wall.

Although some of the marks had been half erased by the cultists, some traces could still be seen. However, this also made him gradually become anxious, because if the cultists could find these marks, it meant that Valedin was now surrounded.

As an inquisitor of the Order of the Holy Hammer, ordinary cultists certainly couldn't do anything to him, and there were only a handful of enemies that could have caused Valadin to be surrounded and unable to escape.

When he slid down the pipe of the water purification facility to a lowland for the last time, the sound of fighting reached his position. Judging from the intensity of the firepower, one of the two warring parties must have set up heavy bombs.

Following the sound, I finally saw the old man Valedin. However, his condition did not seem as good as expected. Perhaps it was because he had just fought a battle with the subspace demon, Valedin looked very weak.

"No, we need to find a good position to attack. We must break the opponent's offensive momentum in one go."

It is definitely not an option to jump directly to the front line. Once you jump there, before you can react, the cultists' dense heavy bomb fire network will shoot you into a sieve on both sides. At that time, no matter how fast you move, you will not be faster than the heavy bombs.

How about trying a surprise attack on the heavy bomb position?

Among the evenly distributed front-line firepower points, only one or two heavy bomb positions were singled out like fools.

In fact, this is not a problem with the cultists' arrangements, but because the space here is too narrow. It is so narrow that if two Astartes appear next to a pipe at the same time, they can only pass each other to move forward.

However, such space is not enough to fully deploy the heavy bomb position.

His body was tense, his legs gradually gathered strength, and the Sword of Hope in his hand was ready to be swung at any time. Taking advantage of the gap when the heavy bomb position in front of him was preparing to reload, Sandales directly smashed into the back of the heavy bomb position.

The cultist who went back to the rear to get ammunition only saw a flash of gold, and then felt his head fly out like a baseball.

After killing the other three cultists in this heavy bomb position, Sandales went straight to other encirclement lines, a golden figure moving back and forth in the muzzle fire.

Every time he appeared, he would take the lives of several cultists and a firepower point on the encirclement line. As he turned, the line surrounding Valadin gradually collapsed. Wailing rose and fell along with the gradually weakening firepower, and Valadin's team could finally peek out to see the situation outside.

"Sir, are you here to save us?"

"Of course. How's that old man Valedin doing?"

"I'm not dead yet. Be careful, there are traitorous Astartes besieging us!"

"What the hell?"

As soon as he finished speaking, heavy footsteps sounded behind him.

"Well, it looks like the real workhorse of this offensive line has emerged."

Three World Eaters Astartes who had devoted themselves to Khorne appeared at the other end of the cultists' defense line, holding huge axes in both hands and looking at him excitedly.

The look on his face was like a lustful person who had seen the emperor's beautiful ass and couldn't wait to step on it.

"It looks like a Blood Angel? A lone Blood Angel? This is the perfect sacrifice to the gods!"

Chapter 7: Piyanzi is stuck on the skull seat?

"Are they the troublesome things you told me about?"

Looking at these World-Eaters baring their teeth at him, Sandiles now really wanted to chop down the cultists in the lower nest one by one. He had originally thought of going to Baal after this matter was over, but now it seemed that it would be a lonely trip.

He guessed why these World Eaters could identify him as a Blood Angel, but that was not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that those cultists can sacrifice the rebellious Astartes now. Then after I leave, will Valentino become the territory of demons?

A bunch of rebellious Astartes swinging axes and following the big devil to kill people, right? Can they also pick up a few nobles to open cans at any time to add to the atmosphere?

He had been constantly looking through the records of the established church, which recorded all the sins of these traitors.

If it weren't for these traitors who betrayed humanity, humanity might very well have spread its glory throughout the universe during the glorious era of the Great Crusade. They destroyed everything humanity might have once had and ended the beautiful century when the Emperor walked the earth.

"You'd better be careful. They are not on the same level as those mortal champions of Khorne you once slew."

"I don't think so. It's like a beacon stuck on the head, just short of writing the price on the forehead."

Valadin, who was about to cough out his lungs, endured the plague in his chest and warned Sandales. After entering the lower nest, he was ambushed by the cultists of the Nurgle faction. The protective force field he carried with him failed, and the plague had already wrapped around his body.

If Sandres had not arrived in time, his team would have collapsed under the influence of the epidemic in just a short while.

Enduring the onslaught of anger, Sandales just stood there, his eyes fixed on the World Eater Astartes who was looking at him.

He hoped to see a last glimmer of sanity in the eyes of these traitors, but soon, this last wish was shattered.

The power hidden in Sandiles' body made them excited. They knew that the man in front of them was definitely a rare and powerful opponent, and defeating him would allow them to receive the reward from the Blood God.

A World Eater standing at the front raised his giant axe and rushed towards Sandales with a roar. In his memory, his speed was far faster than any enemy he had ever fought. His roar was wrapped in mental attacks, and every roar made his brain and ears buzz.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the area where the pipelines are now intersecting is relatively small. These World-Eaters cannot attack at the same time and can only be forced to fight one-on-one with me.

The heartbeat kept accelerating, and blood was constantly pumped into the blood vessels by the heart like fuel. The muscles all over the body became active at this moment.

He had fought mortal Khorne champions before, but this was his first time fighting a traitorous Astartes.

His body and soul were roiling in excitement and anger, and the sword of hope in his hand was ready to take the lives of these traitors.

The Sword of Hope and the Great Axe collided, and both sides felt the power of the other. However, in this confrontation, the World Eater felt incredible, because in a pure contest of strength, the guy in front of him, who might have come from the Holy Blood Angels, could easily suppress him.

In his sight, Sandales's body was much taller than his, but this did not necessarily mean that the opponent's muscle strength would be stronger than his. On the contrary, with the increase of the power of the Supreme Heaven, he was confident that he could suppress this powerful opponent, or at least they could be evenly matched.

But after this round of confrontation, reality gave him a hard slap in the face. The power from the axe blade flowed through his fingertips throughout his body, even causing his fingers to spasm for a short period of time.

The distorted face beneath the power armor helmet revealed a rare expression of surprise. He suddenly began to wonder if the guy in front of him was a member of the Blood Angels Chapter, who was transferred to a planet with almost no special features except for its large population due to a fault or a special mission.

If he ruled out these two reasons, he couldn't think of any other possibilities.

Despite being at a disadvantage in the contest of strength, the World Eater still intended to fight back. For those who believed in the Blood God, the most shameful action was to retreat in battle.

He wanted to raise the giant axe again to attack Sandales, but the sword of hope shining with golden light pierced accurately through the left eye of his helmet, penetrated his entire head and then pierced out from the back of the helmet.

His brain was destroyed, and the flames of the Sword of Hope burned the warp power residing in his body. It was not until he was burned by this flame that caused severe pain to his soul that the traitor realized what kind of existence he had provoked.

There was a fragment from ten thousand years ago remaining in the opponent's body, which he could never defeat no matter what. Even his own genetic father, who was sacrificed and ascended to demonhood by the Word Bearers Primarch in the name of freedom, could never defeat the true owner of this fragment in his prime.

"Saint...Ji..."

Under the incredulous gaze of the traitor in front of him, Sandiles kicked the corpse in front of him to the ground. This sudden change made the other World Eater angry. They were supposed to chop off the head of the guy in front of them as a gift to the Blood God, but the facts were completely opposite to what they imagined.

The opponent's sword swing was extremely fast, and his swordsmanship was precise and dangerous. One of their colleagues had already demonstrated this fact to them with his own life. If they were not more careful, the next one to die would be only one of them.

"I thought you traitors who have devoted yourself to the so-called Blood God would be so powerful, but I didn't expect you to be so weak."

"If you two are half-baked, you'd better chop your heads off first, so I don't have to bother doing this job later."

In order to provoke the two remaining rebellious Astartes, Sandales even made a sword flower gesture with his backhand and looked at them with contempt.

Believing in the Blood God did indeed bring them greater strength, but the onslaught of unwarranted anger would also cause them to completely lose their composure and rationality. If a warrior could not even remain calm in a duel, then he would undoubtedly lose.

"With such superb fighting skills, why would you become a slave to the false emperor? Join us and you will gain power a hundred times greater than you have now! Becoming the chosen one of the great gods is not impossible!"

The second World Eater ready to engage Sandales attempted to disintegrate him with words, perhaps as a tactic to cover the attack, or perhaps he truly wanted to draw Sandales to the Blood God's side.

But when he saw that this World-Eater did not rush towards him, but instead intended to rebel against him, a sneer immediately appeared on Sandiles' face.

I have seen many enemies who have fought to the death with me, but you are the first one who tried to recruit me.

"Before I answer you, you must first answer me a question. I read in the records of the Ecclesiarchy that Khorne is the blood god who always sits on the skull throne. So why does he always sit there? Is the leather swallow stuck there?"

Chapter 8: Please explain to me what is subspace hook tug-of-war?

Shocked, stunned, and at a loss.

These three words perfectly described the expressions on the faces of several important figures present. Of the only two World Eaters left, one was stunned and the other was at a loss. Valedin, who almost coughed out his lungs behind Sandales, was shocked and didn't even bother to cough. His eyes were as big as ping-pong balls.

The World Eaters who originally wanted to incite Sandiles to revolt were now twisted like Word Bearers. Sandiles's words directly blocked all the topics he wanted to say.

I just wanted to incite you to revolt, but with just one sentence you pointed the finger at our base, right?

Those bastards who carry the Word at least have some tricks up their sleeves, but you are completely clueless and every word you say hits the nail on the head!

Our god has been sitting on the skull seat. What does it have to do with you? Even if the leather swallow was really welded to the skull seat, it wasn't you who welded it!

"Blasphemy! Your words insult our God!"

"Come on, this is your God. The Emperor sits on the Golden Throne to maintain the Astronomican, but your so-called Blood God sits on the Skull Throne purely for idleness. Could it be that he's hiding something beneath his fur?"

When saying this, Sandiles even raised his eyebrows in cooperation, and this action almost angered the World-Eater opposite to death.

They had never seen such a shameless person. How could your fake emperor be any better than our god? If our god is a leather swallow welded to the skull, then your fake emperor is a leather swallow welded to that ridiculous throne.

Sandiles smiled silently at this time. Seeing that the two World Eaters were almost angered into Word Bearers, he suddenly felt that he could carry out mental attacks in an alternative way.

Holding the Sword of Hope on the ground, Sandales slowly opened his mouth. "I understand. Just like what's said in the book on shelf number nine of the Ecclesiarchy, the Emperor must be competing in a Warp tug-of-war with your so-called Blood God. As long as the Emperor wins, countless Astartes, burning with the flames of revenge, will penetrate directly from under the Skull Seat into your War Veil and turn it into a Second Empire, right?"

"What the hell???" x3

The amount of drug in this sentence caused the two World Eaters to shut down on the spot. Even the Butcher's Nails on their heads were faintly emitting white smoke. Valedin behind Sandiles was already trying to take out a bolt pistol from his leg to end his life.

What kind of person is this? You should just be provoking the enemy, but why are you provoking your allies too? It's a good thing there's no one from the established religion on this team, or else he'd probably just take out your bolter and shoot you too.

Also, where did you get all this weird stuff? Is it even in the Anglican books? It's a dereliction of duty on the part of the bishop that such a book exists in the Anglican library for even a second!

Seeing that this mental attack that did not distinguish between friend and foe was quite effective, Sandiles understood... the opportunity had come!

Taking advantage of the fact that the two World Eaters were motionless at this moment, Sandiles immediately flew up, and the Sword of Hope in his hand, like a javelin, pierced directly into the chest of the World Eater in front as his body leaped, destroying the heart of the World Eater in an instant.

As an Astartes with two hearts and three lungs, having one heart destroyed by Sandales was not a particularly fatal thing for him, but the unknown flames wrapped in the Sword of Hope made him suffer unspeakably.

The moment the sword pierced his chest, he felt his soul burning. The muscles in his arms even lost their original function under such severe pain. Along with the pain came the reproachful voice from his soul. That voice shocked him that anger and pity could appear in the same soul at the same time.