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

Chapter 21: Don’t wipe your snot on me, you bastard!

"So this is why you're crying like a fountain while hugging my thigh? I just agreed with Sanguinius to lend him my body for a little while, and he's causing all this trouble for me?"

Oh my god! I opened my eyes and found the Astartes Chapter Master crying while hugging my thigh!

Is it Tzeentch who has blinded my eyes or is the Emperor's black hand at work again?!

Let go of my thighs! Don't rub your snot on me, you bastard!

In fact, when Sanguinius finished the last word of that sentence, he had already retracted all his consciousness into the fragment in Sandales' body. As he said, the time he could borrow Sandales' body each time was limited.

This time borrowing a body was just a simple attempt. After several months, his body was already integrated with the fragments of Sanguinius.

However, the soul memory of the fragment is very huge. If you don't take time to slowly digest it, you may be directly shocked into a fool by the huge memory retained in the soul fragment.

But when he took his body back from Sanguinius, he saw Malakin crying with tears and snot on his face, hugging his thighs.

Have you ever seen a two-meter-tall man wearing power armor hugging someone's thighs and crying like a child?

At that moment, Sandiles felt as if his eyes had been blinded by some Tzeentch demon, otherwise how could he see such a shocking scene?

The extremely impactful picture has been deeply engraved in his mind. Even the most elite Inquisitor cannot use the "Great Memory Disappearance Technique" to erase this memory.

"That's a misunderstanding. Everything you saw was just a false illusion."

"If you can't lie, can you please stop being so stubborn? Could it be that this on my pants is also an illusion?"

Malakin lied without blinking, as if every word he said was true.

However, the look in Sandales' eyes when he looked at Malakin had begun to become strange. This guy was not just tough in words. From his point of view, this guy was as thick-skinned as a city wall.

If you say that everything I saw was just an illusion, then what's with this wet spot on my trouser leg?

Don't tell me this thing is also an illusion.

If you dare to tell me that this thing is also an illusion, next time I will let Sanguinius not say a word to you and just throw you into the corner as an unwanted heir.

By then, everyone else will be able to talk to the father of genes, but you will be thrown into the corner like a weed, and no one will care about you, making you cry even more miserably than you are now.

You are not allowed to attend Bal's father's meeting!

"Ahem, don't worry about this. It's just a small incident. Aren't we still going to the top of the tower?"

Although Malakin's expression was relatively calm, he was actually about to overturn the table in his heart.

Damn it! Don't let me stay here any longer. I'm losing face as a Chapter Master!

God had no idea that this guy would take over his body so quickly. Before he even had the time to say goodbye to his father, the control of the body was returned to Sandres.

To the point that when I was crying at the end, I thought I was hugging my father, but it turned out to be this guy!

And Senai, if you laugh secretly again, I will stuff you into my fearless body in the future!

After silently raising his middle finger at Malakin behind his back, Sandales recalled the route to find the remaining loyalists.

The overall situation on the planet Valentino is not optimistic. The Upper Nest is basically finished. Apart from the loyalists, the only ones left are probably the nobles who have been discarded after their surplus value has been exploited.

A small area surrounding the elevator shaft in the Lower Nest is still under the control of the Planetary Defense Force and the Weepers, while the rest of the area has long been controlled by the cultists.

At present, the only relatively stable place is Zhongchao. However, the judicial police of the Ministry of Justice can still find the cultists who have been lurking in Zhongchao a long time ago in every corner of Zhongchao.

"Come with me. I roughly know where these guys are hiding. I have to say, the hiding place is pretty good. If we didn't have a route map, I'm afraid we would have to go around the entire upper nest after we come up to find out where they are hiding."

Recalling the location shown on the route map, the corners of Sandiles' mouth curled up uncontrollably, because he was very familiar with this location.

The Holy Relics Vault of the State Religion stores all the precious relics held by the State Religion on Valentino, among which is an invaluable first printing of the Astartes Codex.

This is the codex for breaking up the Astartes Legions, compiled by the former Regent Guilliman, and is also a tactical template that the Astartes can rely on in battle.

The state religion wanted to worship this first edition as if it were an ancestor, but in its own eyes, this thing seemed no different from toilet paper.

It limits the flexibility of the Astartes Chapter, and some of the content it records is no longer applicable to the present era. Ten thousand years is enough to change too many things, and even the holy text written by the Primarch cannot always be useful.

The holy relic hiding place of the state religion was not far from their current location, because the hiding place was just extremely difficult to find, not to hide it in a place far away from the emperor.

After moving away a large pile of debris that was obviously piled there deliberately, a door only about one meter high appeared in front of Sandiles, Malakin and others.

"Untouchable bone meal? Those guys used this stuff to curb the invasion of the warp?"

Sandales wiped his hand on the crack of the door. The grayish-white powder on his fingers was obviously bone powder. When he came into contact with the bone powder, he felt that his soul had fallen into silence. Only the fragment of Sanguinius could ignore this effect.

This was clearly the final legacy left by an untouchable after his death.

"Is there any way to open this door from the outside?"

"There are many ways to open it from the outside. Blowing it up would also count, but there's no guarantee those nuns inside wouldn't rush out and give us a scalding bath."

In his memory, those combat sisters from the nun order were a group of crazy people who didn't care about their lives. He once applied for two combat sisters to accompany him into the lower nest, but when they saw the cultists, they rushed forward even more than him.

From that moment on, his overall impression of these sisters changed from those gentle medical sisters and servant sisters to "the fighting sisters in the galaxy."

Although he knew that nuns also had their duties, it was the first time he saw these combat nuns using their biceps and pectoral muscles to crush people's skulls.

Chapter 22 takes us to the elevator shaft, now it's time for us to enjoy the glory

By the way, do these Battle Sisters still call themselves the Emperor's daughters? Wasn't it true that Vandire once claimed that they were the Emperor's wives?

Could it be that our emperor likes this kind of fighting sister?

Hiss, the emperor is playing some tricks, isn’t he?

The moment Sandiles felt this thought flash through his mind, a powerful slap came from the distant void and hit his face.

In Malakin's eyes, Sandiles seemed to have flown out of thin air. By the time he reacted, half of Sandiles' body was buried in the debris.

"Dig out our father, bah, Sandres."

In fact, there was no need for Malakin to give orders. Senai and other combat brothers had already rushed forward and quickly moved all the debris off Sandiles.

"Tnnd, a shameless guy attacked me."

The precise strike from the highest heavens made Sandales instantly understand who had slapped him.

Even though the slap only made them feel a little dizzy, they could not see anything except two figures, one gold and one red, squatting on chairs and pointing at each other.

(Khorne: The SSR was yours last time, give it to me this time!)

(Emperor: If you want it, come and get it yourself. You know the reason!)

Malakin wanted to go forward to check on Sandiles, but the door of the hiding room behind him was opened from the inside at this moment.

After pointing the melta pistol in his hand, called the Questioner, at the people in the hiding room, the bloody broadsword that he had used for many years was also ready for battle at this moment.

"Please calm down, we are not your enemies."

"The Emperor has given us his great will, and we will obey your commands."

A young battle sister appeared in Malakin's sight, and behind her were a group of wounded people.

In addition to the planetary governor's guards, there was also a group of other battle sisters dressed in the same attire as the battle sister in front of her.

"Report your name. I need to know which order you belong to."

Malakin put down the questioner in his hand, and put the broadsword that was half unsheathed back into the scabbard.

Since the iconic identification on the combat nun in front of him was missing, he was unable to determine which order she belonged to.

First, eliminate the Bloody Rose. Those guys who are on par with the Flesh Tearers will not hide in the hiding room. They would rather die in battle than take a step back.

"Alexia, I thought you had been transferred to another monastery."

Sandiles' voice attracted the attention of Malakin and Alexia. After being helped up by Senai, he looked at Alexia and told Malakin the name of a monastic order.

"The Order of the Martyred Sisters. Alexia was one of the two battle sisters who entered the Lower Nest with me."

"I didn't expect you to remember my name. It's such an honor."

Alexia saluted Sandales in a standard manner, but it was not the Salute of the Eagle, but the etiquette of the state religion.

The Sisters of Battle are an armed force under the State Religion. At the end of the Age of Apostasy, the High Lords Council deprived the State Religion of its right to possess armed forces, but only retained the Sisters of Battle.

For the Sisters of Battle owe their allegiance first to the Emperor, and secondly to the Ecclesiarchy.

They can be the fighting force of the state religion, but they are also the supervisors used by the Emperor to ensure that the state religion does not go astray.

"Are you the only ones left among the Upper Nest's loyalists? Where's Salazar? Why don't I see him?"

"Sir, Salazar has died."

Sandiles' eyes narrowed slightly at this moment.

The Planetary Governor's guards are still there, and now you tell me that the Planetary Governor is gone?

Listen for yourself and see if this is true.

"How did Salazar die? That guy wasn't as powerless as those insect nobles. He almost became a member of the Inquisition."

"Lord Salazar went to the Star Whisper Court with a limited guard and sent a message for help at the last minute, but the price was Lord Salazar's own life."

"Was he killed by the cultists?"

"No, my lord, it's even more painful than that. Lord Salazar possesses powerful psychic powers. To ensure that the message for help could be received, he ignited his own psychic energy to enhance the range of the astropath's message."

There was only silence at this moment, and Sandiles silently wished in his heart that his friend could return to the Golden Throne.

The relationship between him, old man Valentin and Salazar was pretty good. They were originally known as the trident of Valentino, but now he was the only one who could take care of things.

"Are your people still able to move? We can't stay in the Upper Nest much longer. We need to leave here and head to the Middle Nest."

"The vast majority of people can still move, but some of the seriously injured have lost their ability to move. Moving them rashly will only ruin their last chance of survival."

Sandales looked inside the hiding room and saw that there were indeed more than a dozen wounded lying on the ground, unable to move at all. The most seriously injured one had lost a leg and an arm, and the excessive blood loss had left him almost on the verge of death.

The conditions of the other seriously injured soldiers were not optimistic either. Even the one with the least severe injuries was bleeding slowly from his wounds.

"The situation is not optimistic... These people cannot be transferred at all."

Now a very realistic problem was presented. If they wanted to leave, these seriously injured people would have to stay here, but if they didn't leave... well, it was impossible not to leave, otherwise everything they had just done would be in vain.

"My lord, don't worry about us. Just take us to the elevator shaft leading to the Mid-Nest. We can still play our final role."

"That's right, we won't be a burden, and we won't allow ourselves to be a burden."

"Take us to the elevator shaft. After you leave, we will blow up the elevator shaft's operating structure and delay the time it takes for the enemies in the upper nest to enter the middle nest."

The seriously injured soldiers who could still speak spoke in very calm voices. They were not afraid of sacrifice, but they were only worried that they might cause the sacrifice of others.

If only their souls returned to the Golden Throne, they would be honored.

But if they cause others to die because of themselves, they will only feel guilty.

"For those we cherish, we die with honor."

"More than a decade ago, a Chapter Master once said this to us while we were still at the military academy."

"And now, it's our time to enjoy the glory."

Chapter 23: The limited medicines have been given to others, please don't waste them for me

Why does this creed sound so familiar?

Sandales silently shifted his gaze to Malakin. If his memory was correct, this should be the creed that the Lamenters have always upheld.

In fact, not only Sandiles, but even Malakin himself was looking at the seriously injured man lying on the ground in surprise.

The other party lost his arms and legs on the left half of his body, but still faced the current situation calmly.

If an Astartes suffered such injuries, he might be able to be put into a Dreadnought after the war.

But if it happened to a mortal, it might directly take the person's life. Even if he survived by chance, he would end up half-disabled for the rest of his life.

"That was 16 years ago, at the Gaslilan Military Academy in the desolate eastern Valentino area. We were still studying military skills there, and the arrival of that Chapter Master gave us a baptism that was enough to change our lives."

"Now, meeting you again means we will be separated forever."

Malakin silently walked up to the seriously injured soldier, then half-knelt on the ground to check his injuries.