It was likely that the upper hive was now sealed off by those few individuals, just like the underhive. That half of the Planetary Defense Force wasn't guarding noble estates; they were clearly blockading the upper hive.
Those individuals were the private soldiers of Valentino's local nobles, merely given the title of Planetary Defense Force to reduce the material supplies their families had to provide. The Planetary Defense Force troops sent to their deaths in the underhive were all veteran combat personnel that the nobles couldn't control.
The Governor's mansion, the Ecclesiarchy, and the main facilities of the Adepta Sororitas were all in the upper hive. That half of the Planetary Defense Force had been mobilized to blockade them.
After resheathing the Sword of Hope, Sanguinius looked at Andrea. "Do you know where Valerius went?"
"Not clear. Lord Valerius went deeper into the underhive with a group of elite troops. He left a recording for you, hoping you could get the information after you came down."
Andrea picked up a set of individual communication equipment from a nearby ammunition box. It was simple: a communication box on the back plus a pair of headphones, without even any additional protective measures.
Putting on the headphones, the familiar, weathered voice of old man Valerius immediately entered his ears. However, judging from his breathing, the other party seemed very weak during the recording.
"We were a step late. The situation is worse than I thought. They plan to sabotage the water purification facilities and sacrifice a Greater Daemon."
When this information drilled into his ears, Sanguinius almost ripped off his headphones and stomped them into pieces on the ground. He desperately hoped that the information he had heard was some kind of false whisper nonsense, but reality told him that such an impossible thought was the real nonsense.
Damn it, headache. I knew nothing good would come of going down here with this old man.
In the eyes of those around him, Sanguinius now had a face full of worry as he slapped his forehead. His appearance was enough to make anyone concerned, and even a Greater Daemon would have to sit down and have a good chat about when the great undertaking of the Imperium's restoration could be completed.
'Emperor, if you could open your eyes while lifting your butt, could you please take a look over here? Even squeezing your peeyanzi twice to crush the Greater Daemon would work. This kid is tired; I don't want to go toe-to-toe with those Greater Daemons anymore!'
While Sanguinius was praying for the Emperor to crush the Greater Daemon with his peeyanzi, Valerius's voice in the headphones still hadn't stopped.
"I know you're secretly badmouthing the Emperor, stop muttering there. If you don't come down here to help me, this old man will have to meet the Emperor ahead of schedule."
"I've already led a group of elite troops into the reverse pipeline area that directly leads to the water purification facilities. The heretic forces there are the most rampant. I must strike the enemy there first."
"Please note, those guys have already summoned something extraordinary, but they haven't shown their faces yet. They're just hiding in the depths. Don't let that dog catch you off guard."
After the last word landed, Sanguinius ripped off the headphones and squatted down, looking exactly like a Space Marine head who was owed several months' worth of combat pay by the Departmento Munitorum.
The thick resentment floating around was almost solidifying. Even a Commissar and an Inquisitor would have to exclaim that the Munitorum wasn't doing its job.
Andrea and his surrounding colleagues exchanged glances, then slowly approached Sanguinius. "Sir, are you... alright?"
Sanguinius sighed, then tremblingly drew the Sword of Hope again, meeting Andrea's gaze with an almost heartbroken smile. "I'm fine. This little difficulty can't defeat me. It's just a Greater Daemon! I'll cut off its head and add some decorations to the Emperor's throne! Blood for the God-Emperor, skulls for the Golden Throne!"
Shouting not-so-loyal slogans, and holding the Sword of Hope, Sanguinius, under Andrea's gaze, sprinted along the markings left by Valerius towards the depths of the underhive, leaving him with only the order to hold the elevator shaft as he departed.
After his previous strike, the heretics shouldn't be able to quickly organize a considerable attack force in a short period of time.
He had to take advantage of this lull to help that old man Valerius. Although that old man usually dumped everything on him, the rewards he gave each time were indeed substantial. Facing the Throne Gelt, his eyes looked towards money. If he could save Valerius this time, he could squeeze a lot of good stuff out of that little old man's pockets again.
More importantly, currently only this guy could get him to Baal at the fastest speed. Even if this old man wanted to return to the Golden Throne, he had to wait until he sent him away first!
If Valerius returned to the Golden Throne early, who would he ask for a ticket to Baal? The Emperor?!
"Old man, I can only hope that the markings you left are a little clearer. If I fail to save you because of the markings, don't blame me."
The underground pipes of the underhive were extremely intricate. Even in areas not far from the elevator shaft, there were already intersecting pipe facilities. To ensure he could find Valerius as quickly as possible, Sanguinius simply began his movement from above the pipes.
Moving along the slender and intersecting pipes, he occasionally saw the Inquisition pattern markings left by Valerius on the walls.
Although some of the markings had been half erased by the heretics, traces could still be seen. However, this gradually made him feel a little anxious, because if the heretics could find these markings, it meant that Valerius was now deeply surrounded.
As an Inquisitor of the Ordo Malleus, ordinary heretics certainly couldn't do anything to him. The only enemies he could think of that could keep Valerius trapped and unable to escape were a very limited few.
When he finally slid down the pipes of the water purification facility to a low-lying area, the sounds of battle reached his location. Judging from the intensity of the firepower, one of the two sides in the battle must have set up heavy bolters.
Following the sound, he finally saw the little old man Valerius. However, the other party's situation didn't seem as good as expected. Perhaps due to a recent battle with warp daemons, Valerius's condition now looked very weak.
'No, I have to find a good position to go down. I must break the opponent's attack momentum in one go.'
Directly jumping to the front line was definitely not feasible. Once he jumped there, before he could even react, the heretics' dense heavy bolter fire net could riddle him from left to right. At that time, no matter how fast his movement speed was, it couldn't possibly be faster than heavy bolter fire.
How about trying to sneak attack the heavy bolter positions?
Among the evenly distributed frontline firepower points, only one or two heavy bolter positions were singled out like idiots.
Actually, this wasn't a problem with the heretics' arrangement, but simply because the space here was too narrow, so narrow that if two Astartes appeared next to a pipe at the same time, they could only pass each other sideways.
And such a space was simply insufficient to fully deploy heavy bolter positions.
His body tensed, his legs gradually gathering strength, and the Sword of Hope in his hand was ready to swing at any moment. Taking advantage of the gap when the heavy bolter position in front of him was preparing to reload, Sanguinius directly smashed into the very rear of that heavy bolter position.
The heretic who had returned to the rear to retrieve ammunition only saw a golden flash, and then felt his head fly off like a baseball.
After backhanding the other three heretics at this heavy bolter position, Sanguinius went straight for the other encirclement lines. A golden figure weaved through the muzzle flashes.
Each flash took the lives of several heretics and a firepower point on the encirclement line. As he moved forward, the line surrounding Valerius was gradually collapsing. Wails accompanied the gradually weakening firepower rose and fell, and Valerius's team could finally poke their heads out to see the situation outside.
"Lord, have you come to save us?"
"Of course. How's old man Valerius?"
"I'm not dead yet. Be careful, there are Traitor Astartes besieging us!"
"What the hell?"
As soon as the words fell, heavy footsteps sounded behind him.
"Alright, it seems the real main force of this offensive line has appeared."
Three World Eaters Astartes who had devoted themselves to Khorne appeared at the other end of the heretic line, holding massive axes in their hands and looking at him with excitement.
Their expressions were like Slaanesh seeing the Emperor's jade butt, eager to charge forward immediately.
"Looks like someone from the Blood Angels? A lone Blood Angel? This is a perfect sacrifice for the gods!"
"Are these the troublesome things you were talking about?"
Looking at these World Eaters baring their teeth at him, Sanguinius really wanted to chop down every single heretic in the underhive. He had originally planned to go to Baal after this was over, but now it seemed like that wasn't happening.
He guessed why these World Eaters could recognize him as a Blood Angel, but that wasn't the most important thing.
The most important thing was that these heretics could already sacrifice Traitor Astartes. Wouldn't Valentino become a daemon's territory after he left?
A bunch of Traitor Astartes swinging axes at people and following Greater Daemons to kill, right? Could they also casually open up some nobles like cans to add to the atmosphere?
He had constantly perused the records of the Ecclesiarchy, which documented all the sins of these traitors.
If it weren't for these traitors who had betrayed humanity, then humanity might very well have spread its glory throughout the entire universe during the magnificent era of the Great Crusade. They personally destroyed everything humanity could have possessed and ended the beautiful century when the Emperor walked among men.
"You better be careful, they are not in the same league as those mortal Champions of Khorne you used to chop down."
"I don't think so. They have things sticking out of their heads like beacons, they might as well write the price on their foreheads."
Valerius, who was almost coughing up his lungs, endured the plague in his chest and warned Sanguinius. After entering the underhive, he had been ambushed by those Nurgle-aligned heretics. The protective force field he wore had failed, and the plague had already缠绕 around his body.
If Sanguinius hadn't arrived in time, then after a short period, his team would have collapsed without being attacked due to the plague's influence.
Enduring the surge of anger, Sanguinius stood there, his eyes fixed on the World Eaters Astartes staring back at him.
He hoped to see the last trace of sanity in the eyes of these traitors, but soon, this final wish was also shattered.
The power hidden within Sanguinius's body excited them. They knew that the person before them was definitely a rare and powerful opponent, and defeating him would earn them the Blood God's reward.
The World Eater standing at the forefront raised his massive axe and roared as he charged towards Sanguinius. In his memory, his speed was far greater than any enemy he had ever fought. The roar was mixed with a psychic attack, and each shout made his brain and ears buzz.
The only fortunate thing was that the intersecting pipe area they were currently in was relatively narrow, so these World Eaters couldn't attack simultaneously and were forced to engage him in one-on-one duels.
His heartbeat accelerated continuously, and blood was pumped into his blood vessels by his heart like fuel. All the muscles in his body were active at this moment.
He had fought mortal Champions of Khorne, but fighting Traitor Astartes was a first for him.
His body and soul churned with excitement and anger, and the Sword of Hope in his hand was ready to take the lives of these traitors.
The Sword of Hope and the massive axe collided, and both sides felt the other's power. However, in this initial exchange, the World Eater felt something unbelievable because in the pure contest of strength, this fellow in front of him, who might have originated from the Blood Angels Chapter, could steadily overpower him.
In his vision, Sanguinius's height was significantly greater than his, but this didn't necessarily mean that the other party's muscle strength would be stronger than his. On the contrary, under the amplification of the powers of the Empyrean, he had originally been confident that he could suppress this powerful opponent, or at least be evenly matched.
But after this exchange, reality gave him a harsh slap in the face. The power transmitted from the axe blade flowed through his fingertips and spread throughout his body, even causing his fingers to spasm briefly.
The already distorted face beneath the power armor helmet rarely showed a look of astonishment. He suddenly began to consider whether this fellow in front of him was a Sanguinary Guard from the Blood Angels Chapter, who had been transferred to such a unremarkable planet with a large population due to some mistake or special mission.
If he excluded these two reasons, he couldn't think of any other possibilities.
Despite being at a disadvantage in the strength contest, this World Eater still intended to counterattack. For those who believed in the Blood God, the most shameful action was to retreat in battle.
He wanted to raise his massive axe again to launch an offensive against Sanguinius, but the Sword of Hope, shining with golden light, accurately pierced through his helmet's left eye, penetrating his entire skull and piercing out from the back of the helmet.
His brain was destroyed, and the flames of the Sword of Hope burned the warp energies residing in his body. It was not until he was scorched by this flame, which caused even his soul to feel excruciating pain, that this traitor realized what kind of existence he had provoked.
Within the other party's body resided a fragment from ten thousand years ago, an existence he could never defeat. Even his own gene-father, who had been sacrificed and ascended to daemonhood by the Word Bearers Primarch in the name of freedom, had absolutely no chance of defeating the prime of this fragment's true master.
"San… G… ui…"
Under the unbelievable gaze of the traitor before him, Sanguinius kicked the corpse away. This sudden change angered another World Eater. Originally, they should have cut off this fellow's head as a gift to the Blood God, but the reality was completely opposite to their expectations.
The other party's sword swing was incredibly fast, and his swordsmanship was precise and dangerous. Their comrade had already explained this fact to them with his life. If they weren't more careful, the next to die would only be one of the two of them.
"I thought you traitors who devoted yourselves to the so-called Blood God were so powerful, but I didn't expect you to be this weak."
"If both of you are also half-assed, you'd better chop off your own heads first, saving me the effort of doing that work later."
To provoke the two remaining Traitor Astartes, Sanguinius even casually twirled his sword and then looked at them with a contemptuous gaze.
Belief in the Blood God did indeed bring them greater power, but the surge of unwarranted anger would also make them completely lose their composure and reason. If a warrior couldn't even maintain his composure in a duel, then he was bound to lose.
"Such exquisite combat skills, why be a slave to the False Emperor! Join us, and you will gain power a hundred times greater than now! Becoming a chosen of the great gods is not impossible!"
The second World Eater preparing to fight Sanguinius attempted to break him down with words, perhaps as a tactic to cover his attack, or perhaps he genuinely wanted to pull Sanguinius over to the Blood God's side.
But seeing that this World Eater didn't charge over but instead intended to recruit him, a sneer immediately appeared on Sanguinius's face.
He had seen many enemies who fought him to the death, but an enemy who tried to recruit him was a first.
"Before I answer you, you have to answer me a question first. I read in the records of the Ecclesiarchy that Khorne is the Blood God who is eternally seated upon the Skull Throne. So why does he always sit on it? Is his peeyanzi stuck on it?"
Shock, petrification, bewilderment.
These three words perfectly described the expressions on the faces of several important figures present. The remaining two World Eaters, one was petrified, the other bewildered, while Valerius, who was almost coughing up his lungs behind Sanguinius, looked shocked, forgetting even to cough, his eyes as wide as ping-pong balls.
The World Eater who had intended to recruit Sanguinius now looked as twisted as a Word Bearer. Sanguinius's one sentence had directly blocked all the topics he wanted to discuss.
I just wanted to recruit you, but your one sentence pointed the finger at our lair, right?
Those Word Bearer bastards at least played some tricks, but you didn't play any tricks at all, every sentence hitting the nail on the head!
What does our god sitting on the Skull Throne have to do with you? Even if his peeyanzi was welded to the Skull Throne, it wasn't you who welded it!
"Blasphemy! Your words insult our god!"
"Oh, come on. You call that your god? The Emperor has been sitting on the Golden Throne all this time, at least to maintain the Astronomican. Your so-called Blood God sitting on the Skull Throne is purely out of boredom. Could it be that there's something unspeakable being crushed under his peeyanzi?"
While saying this, Sanguinius even raised his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, and this action almost made the opposite World Eater die of anger.
They had never seen such a shameless person. Was your False Emperor any better than their god? If their god had his *peeyan
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