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

All of this created a strange but perfect scene for a debauched party, as if the people here were enjoying an incomprehensible feast of pleasure before everything became what it is now.

"Indulgence, gluttony, vanity, and extravagance—they've committed four of the six sins. Perhaps the remaining two are also growing in corners we haven't seen."

Malakin raised his hand and knocked away a set of puppets, but when they fell to the ground, they did not make the crisp sound they should have made. Instead, they made a sound similar to flesh touching the ground.

This detail confirmed the conjecture of Malakin and Sandiles that these dolls were actually made from human bodies, and the raw material used to make them was human flesh.

Some unknown evil magic of the subspace transformed their bodies into structures similar to those of puppets. Even the bones within the human body have turned into crystal-like existences to maintain the postures of these puppets.

"When did these people become like this? They certainly wouldn't have gotten themselves into this state. It must be someone else."

"I don't know. A month ago, the Upper Nest was still communicating with the Middle Nest. A few days ago, the Upper Nest suddenly stopped communicating. If Valadin hadn't come to find me, I wouldn't have even considered going to the Upper Nest."

Waving the sword of hope in his hand, light rolled outward like waves. At the end of this hall, there was a withered existence sitting on a high seat.

"How outrageous! How dare they?!"

Chapter 16: The flames burned the sins, leaving only charred ashes and wailing.

On the platform was a throne connected to a large number of pipes and wires, engraved with all kinds of twisted and heretical symbols. Beneath the throne were steps and countless dead bones, and beneath the dead bones were all the absurd and chaotic things in the hall.

Sitting on the throne was a being with a painful expression on its face and dozens of table knives pierced its body.

The golden flames illuminated the surroundings, including the throne and the corpse on it.

Sandres recognized him; it was the bishop, but he did not know who had made him what he was now.

"What a blasphemy! This is a mockery of the Empire!"

Sandiles silently looked at everything around him and the high seat that was cast in imitation of the throne. Although Malakin angrily scolded all this, both Sandiles and he knew clearly that all this was the current situation of the human empire.

Now the man on the throne of Terra is suffering great pain, and he can only watch the human empire gradually slide into the abyss.

The dry bones on the steps symbolize the Great Crusade and all that humanity has sacrificed in its ongoing struggle in this dark universe. There's always a saying that one general's success is built on the sacrifices of thousands of soldiers. The reason the Human Empire can continue to survive in this hostile universe is because of the endless sacrifices pushing this giant dry corpse forward.

Beneath this pile of bones, planetary governors, nobles, and those in high positions are like carrion-eating parasites enjoying the last few legacies left by this huge corpse. They indulge themselves, live extravagantly, and exploit those who could have built greater value for the empire.

"Malakin, calm down."

Sandales walked past the still roaring Malakin, and then slowly walked towards the body of the Ecclesiarch.

Passing by all the absurd scenes created by puppets around him, and stepping over the steps strewn with dead bones, Sandres stared at the body of the bishop in front of him. Even though he had been tortured, he had never seen a single trace of tears on the bishop's face.

The bishop used his own will to teach the cultists who tortured him what loyalty is, and he was able to return to the Golden Throne with his soul, while those cultists ended up dying.

As if sensing Sandales's arrival, the eyes that should have lost their life trembled slightly, and finally a holographic image was projected from the position of its right eye. It was a map, a map leading to the top of the tower.

After a brief flash of two seconds, a disc popped out from the right eye of the bishop's corpse. It was only the size of a fingernail, but it was enough to record quite a lot of things.

After everything was settled, the bishop's body quickly dried up and turned into sand, as if it had completed its mission. The body that had just been sitting on the throne was now just a pool of white bone sand.

Sandales silently picked up the disc and then performed a standard Anglican etiquette.

"May you rest in peace."

"Should we go to..."

Click——

A subtle sound was heard, and Malakin and the surrounding wailers immediately looked at the puppets surrounding them. At some point, these puppets, which were originally unable to move, all turned their heads towards them. These puppets had strange expressions on their faces, which contained endless irony and ridicule.

It was as if they were mocking the fact that everything they were doing now would ultimately be in vain.

The wailers slowly retreated and formed a line of defense with Malakin around Sandales. In their sight, these puppets that were originally unable to move began to approach them one by one in various postures, each holding a knife in their hand, as if ready to rush towards them and devour them at any time.

Sandiles' cold gaze swept over the puppets and the table knives in their hands, and finally looked at the dozens of similar table knives that fell from the high seat into the bone sand.

No wonder the bishop turned into a pool of bone sand in the end. The body beneath his clothes had long been eaten up by these puppets. He probably used all his strength to suppress this absurd cult ritual before his death. The high seat under him should have been a set of psychic energy amplification equipment. The bishop used the amplified psychic energy to impact the cult ritual and suppress them.

As the corpses turned into sand, the last carrier that could suppress them disappeared.

The route leading to the spire leads to the upper nest and the last remaining loyal forces at the spire. Although it is unknown how many people are still hiding in the spire, a conservative estimate is that there should not be many left.

Anger flowed through his blood, and he could tolerate the rebellious Astartes attacking him face to face, because they were just some lost people who had taken the wrong path.

But these hereditary nobles and the so-called powerful people who enjoyed all kinds of luxuries were not among those whom he forgave. They enjoyed everything that was left of this glorious empire, but they still shamelessly desired more and even intensified their ridicule of those who fought for the empire and were willing to sacrifice their lives.

Those who do not know how to cherish the lives of others are not worthy of salvation. They are made into puppets because they deserve it.

At this moment, both the wailers and the puppets that had long lost their minds felt the danger. Sandales's usual gentle expression changed, and his face was full of coldness and anger.

"You damned souls are bound within these puppets, coaxed and used like toys by others, subjected to their ridicule and curses, yet you never reflect on what you have done."

"You killed those extremely loyal people with your own hands, and then shamelessly faced us with your hideous faces. You deserve to be tortured!"

Sandales walked down the stairs step by step, avoiding the dry bones. The Sword of Hope in his hand was spewing out golden and scorching flames at this moment. Even his golden hair was slightly blown up by the air waves. The light illuminated the entire hall, and even the high seat behind him and the dry bones on the stairs appeared to be shining.

The only remaining golden emblem of the Red State Religion on the high seat is reflecting a unique light. The Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne welcomes the arrival of this loyal man and reserves a seat for him in that warm dream.

The wailers had dazed expressions on their faces, and even the muzzles of their guns dropped unconsciously. Malakin was speechless. They had never seen the era when the Father of Genes walked the mortal world, but if he were to guess, it was probably no different then than now.

"You should atone for your sins!"

As the voice fell, flames engulfed everything in the hall like a tsunami. All traces of heresy disappeared at this moment, and all that remained were the burnt charcoal and the wailing of the soul.

"And I will give you a ride..."

Chapter 17 Dad is back?

Charcoal covered the floor of the hall. The doll that originally had a sneer on its face was no longer there. In this piece of black scorched earth, only an extremely luxurious and gorgeous badge remained.

The concentration of subspace energy on it was so high that even the flames of the Sword of Hope could not be immediately dispelled. Purple mist surrounded it and was even so thick that it condensed into water droplets on the surface of the badge.

The purple droplets that gradually slid down the edge of the badge flowed like poison. This badge exuded a musky scent that was enough to make people completely lose their minds and eventually go crazy.

Only the power armor filtration equipment of the Astartes Brothers and the force field protective equipment carried by Sandiles can resist the invasion of this musk.

Sandales wanted to go forward and destroy the badge, but a weeper immediately stopped him from doing so.

"Sir, let me do this. That badge may contain dangers we are not aware of (o_o)."

Even through his helmet, Sandiles could see the concern in the soldier's eyes.

For the wailers, they had just witnessed a scene that could be called a miracle. The importance of Sandales in their hearts was rising like a volcanic eruption. They would rather put themselves in danger than let Sandales get even a millimeter away from danger.

"I'll do it myself. That thing can't hurt me."

Sandres hoped to withdraw his arm from the fighter's block, but he underestimated the fighter's determination.

Even though he was already exerting some strength, the soldier in front of him was still holding his arm tightly, as if to say, "If you don't let me go, I won't let you move."

"Let him go. This is a soldier's legitimate pursuit of honor. Even if you don't agree to it now, he will make the same choice in similar situations in the future."

Malakin's voice came into Sandiles' ears from the side. At this moment, even he could not help but regard Sandiles and their genetic father as the same existence.

If this is not the case, how can we explain that this person who looks so much like their father can wield the sword containing endless flames so easily?

The differences between this Sandiles and their genetic father were very limited, only remaining in the slight differences in his face and the fact that he did not have the pair of white wings that his genetic father had.

In terms of personality, Sandiles is exactly the same as their genetic father. Even when facing traitors, Sandiles is still more sad than angry. He still has mercy on those traitors, but he will not hesitate to swing the sword in his hand to sentence them to death.

Before entering the Upper Nest, he knew that the Upper Nest had become a den of cultists, but he was still prepared to enter the Upper Nest and try to unify the last remaining loyal forces here.

At this moment, just as then, Sandales' actions were very similar to those of their genetic father who had calmly walked towards his destined death in the past.

If these aspects cannot prove Sandales' identity, then the miraculous scene just now can allow them to completely confirm their guess.

All descendants of Sanguinius are deeply entangled in a curse called the Black Rage. Although the Weepers are indeed one of the Blood Angels' successor chapters that are rarely affected by the Black Rage, this does not mean that they do not have the symptoms of the Black Rage.

He himself had once been cursed by the Black Rage, and when Sandiles appeared, he seemed to feel that there was no sign of Black Rage in his body and soul anymore, and the curse deeply rooted in the gene seed seemed to be dispelled by some kind of will.

Although the warm light only shone on their power armor, every Weeper present could feel the gentle father caressing their heads.

"Are you so confident in letting your soldiers touch something so dangerous?"

"We are already on a dangerous path for the fate of humanity, so how can we even talk about 'engaging'?"

Malakin's words made Sandales at a loss as to what to say. Since people had already said this, what else could he say?

Do you have to be the bad guy this time?

Are you kidding me?

After sighing slightly, he looked at the Astartes Brother beside him. The fact that he could follow Malakin meant that this warrior was at least an important figure in the Weepers Chapter.

"Before you go and fulfill your mission, please tell me your name."

"Senai, my lord, my battle brothers call me Brother Senai, you can just call me Senai."

Brother Mori? Where have I heard this name before?

Oh, yes, I remember now. Old man Valadin once talked to me about the Death Watch. At that time, his colleague persuaded an Astartes monk named Senai to serve in the Death Watch for a second time.

Could it be the person in front of me?

Although he was feeling a little nervous, Sandales did not slow down at all. When Senai walked towards the badge that looked very dangerous, he quickly stuffed the Sword of Hope in his hand into the other's hand.

"This holy weapon has the ability to dispel the influence of the Warp. It can ensure that you will not be seduced by the Warp when you approach the badge. It will also make it easier for you to destroy that filthy object."

Senai didn't say much, but nodded vigorously. He understood that Sandiles was concerned about him, and now was not the time to say anything else.

God knows how long the badge has been in the upper nest. What if he gets close to it and a ferocious Slaanesh demon suddenly jumps out of the badge and tries to give him a standard Warp elbow strike?

He and the regiment commander had finally found his 'possible old father' whom he had not seen for ten thousand years. He couldn't just meet him and say goodbye to him forever, right?

If this kind of weird scene really happens, even if I return to the Golden Throne, I will have to cling to the emperor and ask him to give me another chance to see my old father.

Senai's approach caused the flames on the Sword of Hope to collide with the purple mist around the badge, just like the emperor and the evil god had started a war of words. It was not until Senai stabbed the badge with the Sword of Hope in his hand that a shock wave spread out from the badge as the center point and directly knocked Senai back.

"My dead brother can now appear before my eyes. Could it be that the false emperor has finally admitted his true identity? What a irony!"

Chapter 18 "Father, Father? Is that you?"

Almost at the moment the voice sounded, Sandales immediately caught the Sword of Hope that flew back from the air and swung forward with a flaming sword, which happened to block the attack that was heading straight for Senai.

The poison, enough to corrupt any determined Astartes Brother, was stopped in mid-air by the flames, and the speed was so fast that even Malakin could not see the afterimage of the movement. Only the hateful figure projected by the badge could see the whole process of the movement.

"Ah, you're not him. He should still be lying in Baal's broken coffin. How pitiful! Because of the conspiracy of that pathetic false emperor, my dear brother was ultimately unable to actively pursue what he truly desired."

When Malakin helped Senai up, Sandiles was looking at the hateful figure from afar. He could feel the anger surging in his body, but he also keenly felt that this anger did not actually belong to him.

Rather, it belonged to another part that resided in his soul. This was the memory of the semi-divine Gilles, a memory that only stayed ten thousand years ago, of an intimate conversation between brothers.

The only image that flashed through his mind was that of the handsome, elegant and noble Purple Phoenix, the former Primarch of the Emperor's Children Legion and the true master of Chemos - Fulgrim.

At that time, Fulgrim was elegant, handsome, with eyes as bright as the stars. He fought continuously for the fate of mankind. He could not confuse such a demigod with the hideous being in front of him with a disgusting snake tail.

In his sight, this hideous being was lying on a soft bed in an unknown location in the Warp, with a few scattered Slaanesh army vanguards like maids around him.

His face was still elegant, yet he looked extremely evil. The purple color, which originally symbolized nobility, now became a synonym for decadence and indulgence.

He originally had only two arms, but now he has four arms. His legs, which could once carry him forward in big strides, have turned into twisted, flexible, and extremely disgusting snake tails.

"You look so much like him. Tell me, is the false emperor planning to allow this pathetic person to continue his false great cause?"

"He's been lying to us from the beginning. I was once a demigod, an incomparably noble being, someone that mortals looked up to but could never reach. Yet, the false emperor demanded that I suppress my pursuit of perfection and fight for those humans."

"You've also seen the imperfections of humanity, haven't you? There are so many noble people constantly sacrificing themselves, yet they hide behind those noble people and indulge themselves, mocking and enjoying things that don't belong to them."

"Answer me, how do you feel?"

The demon prince Fulgrim, who had long since ascended to the devil, was now smiling at Sandales. Although he was just a shadow projected by the filth of the warp, he exuded a dizzying and fascinating temptation.

The Weepers tried to use their bodies to block the space between Sandales and the Demon Prince, but soon they found that they could not move their bodies at all, and could not even lift a finger.

They felt as if their bodies were heavy as a thousand pounds, and even the slightest movement would drain them of all their strength.

"My Lord, do not listen to his lies!"

"Kuao noise!"

Another attack flew towards Senai, but Sandiles still swung his sword to stop it with flames.

Fulgrim, who was originally rolling his long tongue, looked at Sandales with some surprise. He originally thought that this guy would not be able to react. Although he looked very similar to his brother, he was not Sanguinius after all.

But when his eyes rested on Sandres, he could guarantee that the person he saw was definitely not Sandres.