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

"Long time no see, former brother, now traitor and enemy."

This is not Sandales' voice!

Malakin and the Lamenters' bodies were in shock at this moment, and they almost immediately turned their attention to Sandales, no, to be precise, it should be the top-ranked Sanguinius.

Fuck, did I see my dad?

A living dad?!

Senai, who was standing by, couldn't believe his eyes and simply punched Malakin in the face. It was not until the latter punched Senai in the face again because of the pain that the two realized that the person standing in front of them was definitely the soul of their long-lost father.

Tears instantly flowed from their eyes and their legs fell to the ground almost uncontrollably. They could not suppress their emotions and never thought that they would see the soul of their genetic father on Valentino.

"Father, father? Is that you?"

As if hearing the cries of his offspring, Sanguinius, who was temporarily borrowing Sandales' body, turned around and smiled faintly at Malakin and the others. He expressed his greatest respect to these offspring who still remained loyal in the boundless darkness of the universe.

These descendants have never seen that ideal era, nor have they seen that bright possible future. From the moment they were born, they faced boundless fear and the threat of the Warp. But even so, they still relied on their own will and loyalty to become Astartes and face these enemies of mankind.

"Remain loyal and stand firm, my children. There are still countless people who need your help. They are still struggling in suffering and darkness, and you must use your own strength to lend them a helping hand."

"Although I cannot be with you now, I implore you to believe that one day in the future, I will see you again in a world full of light."

The voice and comfort of Sanguinius made the weepers cry even more violently, and Malakin even sobbed so hard that he could not speak.

How many years have they fought for humanity?

They have borne countless sufferings and sorrows.

Now that they have heard their father's voice, they feel that it is all worth it.

The time he could borrow Sandales' body was extremely limited. Sanguinius turned his head and looked at the shadow of his fallen brother. The former brothers could only see each other from a distance through special means.

Both of them seemed to be reminiscing about the past.

But soon, the two glared at each other again.

"So you're not dead yet, my brother."

"Does it make you sad that I'm not dead? Also, with all due respect, you have no right to call me brother."

Fulgrim did not say the words "my brother" in a calm manner. There was endless sarcasm and tit-for-tat in his words, just as the slogan he shouted when slaughtering those human ants was still for the Emperor.

Shouting such slogans while slaughtering human beings, this extremely contradictory feeling once made him extremely obsessed.

"My brother, are you still planning to come back? If I were you, I would rather choose death. Is the human empire, which has been rotten to its foundation, still worth your return?"

Chapter 19: Sadness, Anger

When Fulgrim uttered these words, Sanguinius fell silent.

As Fulgrim said, the current human empire is corrupt, bloated and dilapidated. To the Primarch who once witnessed that ideal era, the current human empire is like a dying corpse.

Even Guilliman would feel unbelievable and heartbroken when he saw the current state of the Human Empire. As the only idealist among his brothers, Guilliman had always dreamed of building the Human Empire into a utopian world.

But now, this is not a utopia at all, it is clearly not much different from purgatory.

"See? My brother, those people are ignorant and stupid. They don't even know the path we once took and our goals. For ten thousand years, they have no ambition at all."

Fulgrim thought that his words had convinced Sanguinius, so he lay lazily on the bed and felt complacent. If his brother was willing to lower his proud head, he could give him a little face.

Looking at the self-degrading Fulgrim, sadness once again reflected in Sanguinius' eyes.

"Anyone can say that humans lack ambition, but not you, Fulgrim."

Sanguinius' words were like a thorn that pierced Fulgrim's heart so deeply that he immediately lifted the curtains around his bed, and the hideous and crazy eyes appeared in front of Sanguinius in the form of a phantom.

"What do you mean? If you have the guts, try saying it again!"

"I said anyone can say that humans lack ambition, but you are the only one who doesn't have that qualification."

Sanguinius just calmly looked at the figure of his brother who no longer looked like a human being. Once upon a time, Fulgrim was also fighting for the fate of mankind. In terms of ambition, among the former Primarchs, Fulgrim was definitely at the forefront.

His former brother once made a great wish, he hoped to shape all human beings into the most perfect posture.

Sunny, rational, enterprising, and striving for progress.

He almost wanted to integrate all positive emotions into the image of humanity. Whether on Chemos or on all the worlds conquered and reclaimed by the Emperor's Children, Fulgrim and his descendants were spreading the best qualities that humans should possess.

But now, everything is gone.

Looking at the angry yet somewhat terrifying look of his fallen brother, Sanguinius suddenly laughed. It was a helpless laugh, but mixed with irony and regret.

A few soft laughs completely broke Fulgrim's inner defenses. If it weren't for the shadow between them, he would have held Sanguinius' head tightly.

The Imperium of Man is now a rotting corpse, its loyal Primarchs dead or gone.

You, Sanguinius, are nothing more than a remnant soul residing in another's body. Yet you have the audacity to mock me, a successful person who chose to protect himself amidst chaos and conspiracy!

Fulgrim felt hatred and disgust churning within him. He had long since ascended to become a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh, which granted him unparalleled physical flexibility and strength, but also made him emotionally unstable.

The memories of the past had long been buried deep in a grave in his heart, and what Sanguinius wanted to do now was to dig out these long-buried memories bit by bit with the shovel made of words.

"What are you laughing at? I ask you, what are you laughing at?! You and that pathetic corpse are nothing but a bunch of losers! You are already dead, only your soul remains, and he can only sit on that pathetic throne, watching with his dim eyes as the human empire slowly falls into the abyss!"

Fulgrim's shadow was taller than Malakin and the others had imagined. Sanguinius was already tall enough, but after being elevated to demon, Fulgrim was more than twice as tall as Sanguinius.

The thick fog surged with Fulgrim's anger, but the light emitted by Sanguinius and the Sword of Hope in his hand prevented the purple fog from getting close to them at all.

"These children don't have the same strength as you and me, but they are still fighting against the warp. Facing a great demon, they may even need half a company or even an entire company to repel it."

"But even so, these resilient children still emit their own tiny sparks of light in this dark universe. They burn themselves and their souls just to bring a glimmer of hope to others."

"You keep asking me, why am I laughing?"

"I'll answer you now. I'm pleased by the strength of these descendants. I'm happy that there are still unyielding people in the human race who are fighting. But at the same time—I'm also laughing at seeing a clown like you."

As soon as the last word fell, Fulgrim's shadow swung the blade and slashed at him. Malakin and the others wanted to step forward to stop him, but the shadow of the blade in Fulgrim's hand only passed through Sanguinius's body.

He was just a shadow after all.

"I shouldn't have struck Guilliman with that blow! I should have joined Horus and crushed you to dust aboard the Vengeful Spirit!"

"But you didn't choose to confront me then, but went to Terra to massacre those civilians for the thrill, didn't you?"

Compared to Fulgrim's raging rage, Sanguinius's calm voice was like a stabilizing rock that struck Fulgrim's already confused mind.

But soon, the ripples caused by the stone turned into a tsunami and rushed towards us again.

Even the loyalist survivors hiding on the top of the tower heard the angry shouts coming from the hall.

"I only went to the surface of Terra to kill people because of Horus' orders!"

Fulgrim attempted to use words to conceal the fear within his heart. Sanguinius had already pried out a small portion of his memories, which were buried deep within his grave. He hoped to remove Sanguinius' words from his mind, but those voices kept echoing in his brain like a leech.

"Don't fool yourself, Fulgrim. You didn't dare to face me because you were afraid of being utterly killed by me. You know you can't defeat me."

"Shut up! I was just trying to better defeat the Empire!"

"Is that so? If you really meant what you say, then it wasn't Horus who fought me aboard the Vengeful Spirit, but you."

Chapter 20: The Last Teachings from the Former Purple Court Phoenix

Sanguinius' words were like pouring a basin of ice water on the flames of Fulgrim's rage. Fulgrim, who was originally looking for excuses for himself in helplessness and fury, had his thin veil of shame completely torn off at this moment.

Smiling Sanguinius remained silent, just staring at his former brother in silence.

As if he felt the atmosphere was right, Sanguinius once again slowly spoke out what he had always wanted to say.

"When you killed Ferrus, did you ever feel any remorse?"

As soon as the name Ferrus appeared, Fulgrim's eyes, which were already wide open, were almost about to shed tears of blood.

Ferrus Manus, Primarch of the Iron Hands, and once a close friend of Fulgrim.

When he was thrown into the warp, he tried to persuade this brother to join him, but the other chose to refuse and prepared to fight him.

In the end, Ferrus died at his own hands, and the voice of Ferrus buried deep in the grave once again lingered in his mind.

"My brother, I beg you, I plead with my life and blood, please come back, the human empire still needs you, the devil is toying with you with lies and deception, the Purple Court Phoenix should not become a plaything in the hands of others."

He did not listen to Ferrus's pleas, but instead cut off his head.

In the days that followed, he became increasingly silent due to the departure of his good friend. Only when he was pursuing the ultimate thrill of pleasure could he briefly forget the feeling that had upset him.

But the emptiness after each loss of love always overwhelmed him like a tsunami. Whenever he calmed his mind and prepared to rest and fall asleep, the pleading voice of Ferrus lying in his arms would always ring in his ears again and again.

"Shut up! You are not worthy to say Ferrus' name! He is my best friend and brother. Do you know how sad I was when he left me?!"

"So why did you stand against Ferrus? Even chopping off his head with your hands stained with sin and blood!"

Sanguinius' voice at this moment was like thunder, which directly shattered the glass in Fulgrim's heart. To this day, Fulgrim still dares not face what he had done.

Is Ferrus really dead?

Maybe he really is dead.

But maybe he wasn't dead either.

He was simply chasing his fallen brother on the long road of fate, trying to wash away his sins with flames and bring him back to his side.

"Sanguinius, I should have ripped that mouth of yours out!"

"I'm sorry, you didn't choose to do that then, and you don't have the chance to do that now."

Fulgrim had now curled up like a long snake. It was not until this moment that Sanguinius saw where Fulgrim was. It was a huge statue, a statue of Ferrus Manus.

Fulgrim and the bed he sat on were in the palm of Ferrus's statue.

Oh, how ironic! It has always been you, Fulgrim, who mocks others, yet you never expected that your own situation would become so ridiculous.

You know how shameful what you did was, but you are like a child who has not grown up. You only choose to escape and retreat instead of daring to face it.

Until now, you only dare to build such a lifeless statue to face your former brother, right?

"Precious time shouldn't be wasted on conversations with people like you. I'd rather talk to my descendants than have to see someone like you who doesn't even look like a human again."

Sanguinius walked towards the badge that projected Fulgrim's shadow, and then stabbed the tip of the Sword of Hope in his hand into the center of the badge.

The flames burned the emblem into a purple mist, and Sanguinius and Fulgrim stared at each other in the final silence, until neither could see the other anymore.

"Malakin, right?"

"Yes, father, do you have any task for me? Don't worry, I will do my best to complete it."

When Malakin realized that his father, who had bid farewell to his descendants for ten thousand years, was calling his name, he immediately raised his head and tried to look directly at the dazzling light to record the orders his father gave him.

At this moment, even if his father needed his life, he would not hesitate to plunge the broadsword into his chest.

Sanguinius walked towards Malakin step by step, and reached out to gently stroke Malakin's hair twice to soothe him.

These offspring were much stronger than he had imagined. Although his body had lost its vitality on the Spirit of Vengeance, he could still observe everything in the universe with his soul.

The Weepers have been through so much, be it betrayal, deception or sudden enlightenment and repentance.

The Lamenters Chapter is almost what the Blood Angels should be like in his mind. They are kind and motivated. They will cry for humans, and they will also be furious because of humans.

"Calm down, my children. I have no tasks for you. You are already burdened with too much."

"No, father, we can still bear it. This is our duty..."

Malakin wanted to say something else, but Sanguinius had already raised his index finger to his lips.

He looked at the other wailers and motioned them to come closer.

"As the Primarch of the Empire, I should have given you new goals and orders, but as a father, I don't want you, my descendants, to continue to bear more burdens."

"You haven't witnessed that glorious era, yet you're still willing to risk your life for that possible future. My fallen brother is absolutely right. The human empire is rotten to its very foundations. Unless drastic changes are made, it will only slowly slide into the abyss."

"I implore you, I beg you to continue to believe in your fellow men who are not as powerful as us. While mortals may lack the power of our own, their will is absolutely astonishing."

The light radiated by Sanguinius at this moment warmed their bodies. The curse that was originally in the gene seed disappeared without a trace at this moment. Malakin and Senai did not say much, but half-knelt quietly in front of their father, listening to his teachings.

"Mortals are complex beings. They are diverse. Some are noble-minded, willing to sacrifice their lives for others, while others are extremely despicable, willing to harm others for their own sake."

"My children, what I want to tell you is that if you want to love human beings, you must first accept their shortcomings and correct them little by little through action, rather than letting them develop."

"These are the words of a dead brother of mine who lost his life fighting another fallen version of himself, but he still taught me this lesson."

"And now I will teach you this truth. You must remember it, because it is the final instruction given to you by the Purple Court Phoenix."