Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 685 Angel
"Why can't I be here? You are here too, right? You betrayed our father, and you also betrayed the human empire. Brother, to be like this now, do you really feel..."

The golden figure spread the white wings behind him and looked at Perturabo in front of him. He did not treat him like an enemy. His face was full of sadness for his brother who had betrayed humanity and had become a demon prince. He didn't know whether he was sad for his brother or for the former human empire.

Perturabo looked at the golden figure in front of him, looked at his white wings, and stared at the figure that was like the most perfect angel in the world. An inexplicable anger suddenly appeared in his heart. He forced himself to rush to the Astartes covered in flames, and swung his warhammer to smash those Astartes into pieces.

"I got power and freedom! This is what I wanted! And you! Are dead! Died ten thousand years ago! Sanguinius!"

Perturabo looked at the huge golden figure in front of him and rushed towards it with a roar. For some reason, the words just spoken by the golden figure filled his heart with anger.

Sanguinius did not make any move. He just looked at Perturabo rushing towards him and sighed helplessly. If he really felt sad for these brothers who betrayed the empire and had become a group of monsters, he raised the sword in his hand, looked at Perturabo rushing towards him, and shook his head helplessly.

As one of the most powerful among the Primarchs, Sanguinius's fighting skills need no further explanation. His swordsmanship seemed to be the most perfect thing in the world. One sword, two swords, three swords, each one could cause very serious damage to Perturabo in front of him. However, Perturabo had no intention of resisting Sanguinius's attack. He still roared and attacked Sanguinius with all his might.

But every one of its blows would basically miss, and Sanguinius would always perfectly dodge the hammer when it was about to fall on him. He was powerful, elegant, perfect, and beautiful, as if all the praise in the world was not enough to praise this Primarch who was like a true angel. He was so perfect, so beautiful, but he was already dead, at least he was indeed dead in the physical universe.

The sword's tip unfolded the armor on Perturabo's body. Sanguinius really wanted to free his brother from suffering as soon as possible, so every blow he made was fatal. For Perturabo, who had become a demon prince, this was not a mercy to relieve his suffering, but a humiliation from Sanguinius. He did not have any advantage in the battle with his former brother, and even had very few chances to fight back.

Even though he had activated all the hot weapons on his body, even though he had swung his hammer at the maximum speed, the angel still seemed like a thing that did not belong to this world, and he dodged all his attacks perfectly. Swords were slashing, artillery was roaring, and in the corridor that had turned into a purgatory on earth, all the corpses, equipment, and Astartes of the Bound Legion were turned into debris and fragments on the ground in the battle between the two Primarchs.

The time travelers who were rushing to the battle here also heard it. They listened to the noise that sounded like a battle between two Titans, and immediately quickened their pace to move there. Now, above the Sun Fortress, and even in the entire fleet, all their communications were cut off, and even the monitoring facilities they were responding to were cut off. They were eager to know what happened at the place where the Demon Primarch landed.

When they just arrived there, they saw something that they would never forget in their life: an angel who was obviously dead appeared on the Sun Bastion and was pulling his sword out of Perturabo's chest. He looked at Perturabo's dissipated body with sadness, as if he had not just won a battle, but watched one of his brothers die in front of him.

"Angel sister!?"

The leading time traveler captain looked at the huge figure, the white wings and the perfect face, and subconsciously said this word. Sanguinius turned his head and looked at the time traveler captain. He smiled at him and shook his head. He was also concerned about these time travelers, and he was also aware of their unruly behavior.

"You are a very interesting group of kids, and a very good group of kids. Thank you for everything you have done for humanity."

Sanguinius looked at those time travelers. He walked up to the time traveler captain and patted him gently on the head, like an elder looking at his child. The time traveler captain looked at Sanguinius, and his heart was filled with excitement, because he was an archangel.

Just when the time traveler captain was about to say something to Sanguinius, Sanguinius' figure suddenly disappeared, and what Sanguinius left for these time travelers was a very gentle smile.

Watching Sanguinius gradually disappearing in front of them, the traversers were still immersed in the excitement of seeing the archangel. However, when they looked at the corridor that had become a ruin and the corpses of the mortal auxiliary troops, the excitement in their hearts disappeared in an instant, and they began to quickly collect the bodies of their mortal brothers.

The battles between the primarchs caused most of these remains to be destroyed, but for some reason, things that could prove their identities appeared on their bodies one by one, so the traversers could quickly collect the remains of each warrior.

These warriors were martyrs who sacrificed themselves for the Empire. Their remains should be collected and buried on Holy Terra one day, so that they can finally rest in peace on the holy territory they protected. After Sanguinius killed Perturabo, all the fleet's communications began to recover. The news of Perturabo's invasion of the fleet and the news that Sanguinius appeared and killed Perturabo were instantly passed to Wang Ming. The news of Perturabo's raid on the Sun Fortress did not shock Wang Ming. Wang Ming had long expected that those demon primarchs would want those things in his fleet.

However, the appearance of Sanguinius and the loss of those mortal auxiliary troops caused Wang Ming to react greatly emotionally. He was shocked by the appearance of Sanguinius. He didn't know why Sanguinius would also come to the real universe. As for the news of the loss of mortal auxiliary troops, Wang Ming was very angry. There were three full regiments of mortal auxiliary troops, three full regiments, that is 6,000 living imperial soldiers.

The revenge of these mortal auxiliary troops must be taken with the blood of the Iron Warriors in the demon world of the Warp and the Iron Warriors in the Milky Way. Wang Ming thought so as he continued to look at the information on the data board in his hand. In terms of the overall strategy, the battle line from the Palace of Holy Terra is still going on, and in the void, after a raid on the fleet, Wang Ming is ready to transfer a group of troops back to the fleet.

After all, the weapons of mass destruction in the 21st Legion's fleet and those Federation's technological creations cannot be obtained by Chaos. This is actually the reason why Wang Ming did not provide a large number of Federation fleets to the Empire. He must be responsible for these Federation technologies. Apart from those legions that are capable of protecting them, only the Mechanicus can get a fleet from Wang Ming.

The use of all federal technology must be based on the ability to protect it. If chaos is easily obtained, the entire galaxy will be plunged into a purgatory-like war again. At that time, it will not be fought like it is now. You must know that the lethality of those dimensionality reduction weapons and those regular weapons on the federal fleet is very terrifying, and it is not so easy to control these things. Once these things spread unscrupulously in the galaxy, this already devastated galaxy will become even more desperate and dangerous.

“Huh…, evil god…, it’s all that damned Chaos Evil God!”

Wang Ming mobilized those troops. His anger towards those Chaos Evil Gods had reached the extreme, but what could he do? He could only rush into the Chaos Evil God's domain and kill those demons. This had no effect on those Chaos Evil Gods. In the eyes of Chaos Evil Gods, those demons were just a group of toys in the eternal game. This had no effect. The only one who could cause substantial damage to those Chaos Evil Gods was the old Emperor.

But if he really did that, it would be a disaster for mankind. Wang Ming could not think of any other way to kill the Chaos Gods except to become a god himself. If the Emperor really became a god, then Holy Terra would become the next Eye of Terror, and mankind would become the next Eldar. Everything would be repeated like a damned cycle in this galaxy of despair.

Imagine if the Emperor really became a god, he would become a part of the evil gods in the warp. All the evil gods in the warp are extreme. This is not a surprise. It is an established fact. If the Emperor becomes a god, the entire human race will become a sacrifice for his deification, whether he likes it or not. The space will distort all emotions into complete extremes, and he will become a god of destruction to destroy everything.

The humans who believe in Him may be worse off than the Eldar of the past. Perhaps some humans will survive the process of becoming gods, but by then their belief in the Emperor will fall into the same madness as their belief in the Chaos God. Humanity by then will no longer be a civilization, but a group of complete fanatics who believe in the Chaos God.

"What should I do... What should I do... I thought I could change everything. I thought... Forget it. In those novels, every time traveler can change the world. There is really no other time traveler who has reached my level... Let's just deal with the matter at hand first."

Wang Ming thought about it and suddenly laughed at himself. He felt powerless about what he had done, but what could he do? This was the limit of his ability. The Empire now had the Webway, a superluminal navigation technology that did not enter the subspace. The livelihood of many worlds had also been changed. At the same time, a large amount of lost technology from the Great Crusade era was given to the Mechanicus, and the Legion era's legions returned to the Empire. He had already done all these, and he had done very well.

But he still could not solve the Chaos God, nor could he solve the interference of Chaos on the galaxy. No matter how much those worlds he saved believed in the God-Emperor and how good their lives were, the pollution of Chaos would still be like a stubborn disease that could not be eradicated in these worlds, because the human species was inherently connected to the Warp. It was impossible for humans to be without souls. Think about those humans who had lost their souls in the Dead Zone. As a psychic race, the Warp will always be their eternal curse.

Just when Wang Ming felt very powerless about what he had done, he arranged various troop transfers. First, he transferred some small troops on the battlefield with less pressure back to the fleet, and then let Zhou Heng return to the fleet. The fleet must have a Primarch-level combat force to maintain order. He did not have the time to protect the fleet now, so he had to let Zhou Heng go.

At the same time, he also talked with Clayrose and other federal scientists about the defense of the fleet. For these federal scientists, this was actually not their business, but now Wang Ming had to be responsible for their safety. They could continue their work, but all work must be under the protection and monitoring of the traverser. After all, if these scientists were corrupted by Tzeentch and the like at this time, it would be a great loss for mankind.

The federal scientists accepted these orders. After all, their daily lives were almost always under the supervision of the time travelers. After all, most federal scientists had several time traveler apprentices.

After arranging all this, Wang Ming adjusted the troops on several battlefields again, which was considered to have completed a stage of his work. Then he looked at the mountain-like pile of documents in his room and thought for a minute. During this minute, he thought about a lot of things. He thought about the battle reports in the dozen or so warehouses and how to keep all those chaotic things in the solar system.

Finally he stood up, pushed open the door of his room and walked into the depths of the palace, towards the throne room.