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

He was unable to raise his weapon to fight back against Sandales and could only let the flames of the sword burn his soul.

In the raging fire, he seemed to see a figure. The figure's eyes were filled with anger, but more of it was sadness and pity for him.

What a joke, this person should have died long ago!

Sanguinius!

The remains of the Blood Angels' Primarch should be lying in the Stone Pavilion of Baal!

Even the soul should have been shattered into pieces!

Fear filled the eyes of the World Eater, but Sandales didn't care what the enemy in front of him was thinking. The Sword of Hope slid to the other side of his body, destroying the World Eater's second heart like a hot knife cutting butter.

"May your soul be redeemed, if you still have the chance."

These are all the words I can say to the traitors. If they had not chosen to abandon their original duties, they should have died with honor, instead of leaving this world in disgrace as traitors as they are now.

There was another traitor Astartes who needed to be dealt with right now, and he couldn't waste too much time on this guy.

Just as Sandales thought, the only remaining World Eater reacted in a short period of time and swung the axe in his hand towards his head.

In a hurry, Sandiles quickly twisted his body, and the bloody axe blade almost brushed his hair and hit the ground.

"I've always wanted to ask you a question. Why did you choose to betray? (?_?)"

The World Eater tried to pull the axe back, but he found that Sandiles had already placed one foot on the axe. No matter how hard he tried, the axe wouldn't budge. Helplessly, he could only look at Sandiles and say, "It wasn't us who chose to betray, it was the False Emperor who betrayed us first!"

Fuck, what does it mean to put the blame on someone else? This is called putting the blame on someone else.

What did the Emperor betray you by? Did he blow up your homeworld, or did he allow someone to stab you? If you were really like Valadin said, the Word Bearers, who even let the Ultramarines destroy their homeworld, then your motives for rebellion would be barely understandable.

But the problem is that you guys have nothing to show for it, yet you chose to rebel. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?

No wonder you voted for Khorne, you guys don't have enough brains.

Well, I'm talking about the butcher's nail on your head, don't get me wrong.

Unable to get the answer he wanted, Sandales punched the World Eater in the face. With a power more terrifying than that of an Astartes, he knocked the guy to the ground with one punch.

"I'll let you rebel!"

"I told you to vote for Khorne!"

"I'll make you lose your mind!"

"You even beat Valedin and bullied the old man!"

"How dare you come back to disgust me!"

"You scum!"

"Do you know that because of you guys, an important matter of mine has been delayed and cannot be carried out. How are you going to compensate me?"

“(Ｘε(＃Ｘ)”

Sandiles punched the World Eater in the face with every word he spoke. From the time he asked the first question to the time he stopped, he estimated that he had punched him at least dozens of times.

The skull of the World-Eater beneath him was dented, his brain was severely damaged, and his body had no response. He was breathing out more than breathing in.

"You shameless and hateful people have destroyed the future that everyone should have had, and now you shamelessly return here to continue to harm lives. I truly feel sorry for you!"

"Again, may your soul be redeemed, as long as you still have that chance."

After stabbing the Sword of Hope into the head of the last World Eater, Astard, Sandiles sheathed his sword and walked towards Valadin, asking, "Valadin, you're not going to die here, are you?"

The old man smiled, then aimed his bolt pistol at the precious No. 2 part on Sandales' body.

"What are you doing?-_-||"

"First, explain to me what the Emperor and the Blood God are doing in a warp tug-of-war. Where the hell did you see that abomination?"

Chapter 9: Sandales: My sword is not bad either

No, I fucked up. How can I explain this to you?

Do I have to tell you that I watched a little man in a blue robe put that book on shelf number nine? I just flipped through it to see what it was like, and who knew that this piece of knowledge would be engraved in my head!

It even has graphics, you know? It even has graphics!

Every night when I go to sleep, the image of the Emperor and the Blood God pulling out the hooks keeps flashing through my mind!

Let's take a step back and say, was this mental offensive effective? Not only did it terribly shock the two World Eaters, but it also nearly made you, the Inquisitor, consider suicide. This attack method is truly effective, and it's the kind that neither the enemy nor allies can avoid.

"Forget it. Let me ask you another question. You couldn't answer that question before. Where did the book go? And what happened to the guy who put it on the bookshelf?"

After a brief shock, Valedin began to cough again, as if the plague in his chest began to take effect again after reluctantly accepting such an extreme subspace hook literary stimulation. The burning pain flowed through his lungs, and every time he coughed, he felt that his lungs were coughing up blood.

He didn't expect that the dagger thrown by the Nurgle believer would be so contagious, and what he didn't expect was that the protective force field he carried with him would fail at such a critical moment.

The dagger flew past his shoulder, leaving only a tiny scratch, but even this tiny scratch was enough for bacteria to flow into his body. If he had not immediately washed the wound with the holy water given to him by the state religion, he would have lost his life at that moment.

In response to the question raised by old Valedin, Sandiles was rare silent for a while, with his hand supporting his chin as if he was thinking about how to answer Valedin's question.

If his memory served him right, the little man in blue robe who put the book on bookshelf number nine was caught by the cardinal the next day because he wanted to take the book back.

After spending a day comprehending the knowledge in the book that the official history was not correct and the unofficial history was wild, I determined that this book was a complete heresy.

As for this book, even if you use holy oil to ignite it, it may not burn. Putting it on a ship will guarantee that there will be no fire. It's just that from time to time a few villains who talk nonsense may pop up on the ship, but they are easy to deal with. Just shoot them with a gun.

"I urge you to answer carefully. This is my dying wish, old man. Please, tell me where the book is? And where is the guy who left the book?"

Valedin looked at Sandiles's current expression with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Damn it, I, an old man, have been carrying out the mission of eradicating heretics on Valentino all my life. The "Valentino" is related to me, an old man. And now you tell me that there is a guy on Valentino who can openly put heretical books into the Ecclesiastic Library under his nose.

This is no longer just a slap in the face of Valadin, it is clearly rubbing the face of the Order of the Holy Hammer on the ground. It is a huge contempt for the state religion and deserves a heavy punch!

Sandiles seemed a little embarrassed. He touched his Sword of Hope and said something that made Valedin both relieved and terrified. "The book has been dealt with. After being soaked in a vat of holy oil and burned day and night, the book is finished. But the little man in the blue robe should be locked up by the bishop."

Sandiles' words made Valedin put down one of the two swords hanging in his heart, but the problem was that the one that was still hanging had now completely turned into Damocles. He now felt that the sword was dangling on his forehead and it might fall down freely at any time.

"Tell me, where is that blue-robed little man imprisoned? I have to pluck all his hair with my own hands, then dunk him in a vat of boiling holy oil and fry him like fried chicken!"

"Aren't you dying?"

"It's okay. Just like you said, even if I die, I will turn into a skeleton burning with vengeance to get this done."

Seeing this heretical knowledge begin to spread from him, he was numb, and Valedin was also numb, both psychologically and physically.

Sandiles curled his lips. It was obviously not the time for Valadin to think about this matter. The plague of Nurgle was running rampant in Valadin's body. If it was not dealt with as soon as possible, Valadin's life would be in danger.

If Valedin had not escaped from the lower nest, Caporia would probably have taken over Valedin's position immediately. In that case, the idea of sending Copeman and Caporia out of Valentino would have been completely ruined, and the two long-term residence permits for the Extreme Star Domain Garden World that were obtained with great difficulty would have become useless.

Neither he nor Valadin would allow such a situation to happen, so even if the old man Valadin was in a very bad condition, he had to hold on and send Caporia and the others out before going to meet the Emperor.

"Let's not talk about that for now. How are you going to deal with the Nurgle virus in your body? If this thing stays for too long, you might not even be able to return to the Middle Nest."

"What can I do? I took some medicine to keep myself alive, and I can still get emergency medical treatment at the elevator shaft. I just regret not asking a medical sister or pharmacist to come down with me. Otherwise, our situation would be much better than it is now."

Looking at Valedin who was grimacing in pain, an idea that was not so friendly to Valedin suddenly popped up in Sandiles's mind.

His Sword of Hope is a holy object that has the ability to burn the power of the warp. It can completely help Valadin escape from his current predicament, but the price is, hehe, a little bit of pain.

Really, it's just a little bit, equivalent to inserting a red-hot iron rod into your body. You will faint from the pain and won't feel anything.

"What's with that look in your eyes that looks like you're dying to stab me? I'm telling you, don't let so many inappropriate thoughts creep into your head. I'm still holding on, but if you do that, I'm afraid I'll be dead."

As an old enemy who had worked with Sandiles for a long time, he knew very well what it meant when Sandiles' eyes flashed with gold.

When other people's eyes glow with gold, it can be said to be a miracle of the emperor and a manifestation of the emperor's divine will.

Sandiles' eyes flashed with gold. It was definitely because this inhuman thing had come up with some tricks to torment people again. Even the emperor couldn't stand it anymore, so he gave others a warning.

Although the final results of these methods are good, the process is absolutely difficult to accept.

"Ahem, as an Inquisitor, would you like to try fire medicine once in your lifetime?"

Chapter 10 Valedin: It hurts!

This statement is definitely a beautified description, no need to think about it.

Seeing Sandiles eager to try, Valedin now just wanted the bailiffs around him to drag him away. He would rather drag this body to die with the cultists than get even a millimeter close to Sandiles.

To perish together with the cultists would be nothing more than killing one person with a melta bomb, but to stay with a guy like Sandales, who knows what would happen.

When next to this guy, he would have to dig out his eyes when the Tzeentch demon came, and he would have to give up his seat to Sandales when Carlos came. He would also have to ask for advice on how to make the changes in everything as bizarre and varied as what he did.

"Don't play word games with me. Just tell me what you want to do. If it's effective, I'll consider it."

Valedin could now feel that the wound on his shoulder had begun to grow some strange things. The granulation tissue there began to extend outward and seemed to have begun to have their own consciousness.

Normally, this kind of thing should be removed immediately with a knife, but judging from his current physical condition, if it were removed with a knife, he would definitely die from excessive blood loss.

So now he could only try his best to see if Sandales could come up with some groundbreaking suggestions. Even if this guy said that stabbing him with a sword could save his life, he would have to try it.

"Well, you know, the sword in my hand is a holy relic. You just saw the flames on the sword. It's very powerful when burning things in the warp. If you don't mind, I can use this thing to perform a minimally invasive surgery on you, with a purely physical cauterization."

Sandiles had what he thought was the purest smile on his face, while Valedin had a gloomy face.

What he just thought was completely nonsense. He didn't expect that Sandales really intended to use the sword in his hand to give him some different treatment.

"Have you ever done surgery? I'm quite skeptical about your technique."

Although the old man said this, he had already exposed his shoulder to Sandales. The shoulder that originally had only a scratch now had an abscess, and a tumor with eyes was blinking on it, as if curious about why so many people were looking at him.

"Don't worry, old man. When the Medical Sister and the Alchemist examined me, I did a simple visual check. Even if you haven't eaten ant-beef, you've seen an ant-bull run. I can still imitate them."

After getting Valadin's permission, Sandales began to adjust the intensity of the flames on his Sword of Hope. He didn't want to send Valadin to see the Emperor in person.

However, he didn't know whether it was the emperor's inspiration or the sword of hope that was rebelling against him, the flames on the sword were getting bigger and bigger and couldn't be extinguished at all.

Valedin, who had been waiting for a while, looked at the puzzled expression of Sandiles and the sword in his hand that was constantly emitting fire. Cold sweat slowly flowed down his forehead, and even the tumor on his shoulder that was blinking began to tremble with fear.

"What are you doing?" The corners of Valedin's eyes inevitably trembled twice. This fiery scene really made him a little nervous.

"Oh, don't worry. We just need to raise the temperature of the flames. That way, the disinfection will be more effective. The Nurgle Plague isn't that easy to remove, you know."

I don't understand! You better know your place and don't send this old man to see the Emperor!

Valadin now truly felt that the Golden Throne beneath the Emperor's butt was calling him. All the predecessors of the Inquisition were squatting at the very bottom of the Golden Throne, looking at him in confusion, as if they were betting on when he would be able to squat with them.

Seeing sparks flying from the sword rubbing in Sandiles's hand, the trembling in the corners of Valedin's eyes became more and more intense, and he regretted more and more that he had agreed to Sandiles's request to help him get rid of the Nurgle plague.

"Can you first describe to me how you did the sight reference?"

Despite the panic in his heart, Valedin asked the question word by word. To be honest, he felt that the words that Sandales had just said about referring to the methods of the medical nuns were also the result of beautification.

"Don't worry. After all, those medical sisters and alchemy sages have been closely observing me for several months. In such a long time, even a fool would be trained to become a self-taught doctor."

Sandiles smiled and then prepared to perform minimally invasive surgery on Valedin.

It seemed that the words "several months of close observation" calmed Valedin's mind a little, and his originally trembling body gradually calmed down. However, this was just a brief calm before the storm. He would soon want to raise his hand and shoot the bastard behind him.

Because when Sandales pointed the tip of the sword at the tumor on his shoulder, he said, "The operation is easy. Just poke it with the tip of the sword and it's over."

Valedin: What the hell?! Are you kidding me?!

Just as Valedin was about to move, the bailiffs beside him pinned him down at the signal of Sandales. Compared to their own boss, they were more willing to obey the orders of this handsome and capable adult. At least this man could send them back to the middle nest safely.

"Santilles! I won't let go..."

Before he could finish his words, a "puff" sound reached Valedin's ears, along with a pain that was no less than his shoulder bone being crushed into powder. The sound like the sizzling of fire echoed in this small space.

Valedin: I fucking s#@#$…

Sarcoma: I also fucking blanch #%&$@…

Sandales: Hahahaha!!!

With one strike of the sword, both sides felt pain. Among the three people involved, only Sandales laughed extremely wildly, while the other two had only pain on their faces, with no other expression.

For Valedin, his feelings were very simple.

pain!

It hurts more than being cut by a hook!

I blanched it! You f*cking did it on purpose!

Is a sword strike that slow?! Can't you just cut this thing off faster?!