Father Loves Me, and I Love Father

It all started with the command of the Gene-Father.

Before the command throne of the Macragge's Honour, Guilliman's voice was calm yet undeniable:

"Three standard Terra times."

I want the traces of Chaos on the surface of this planet to be completely erased.

He had just scanned the pilgrimage world below, marked "Valeria's Glory," using Vitruum's enhanced Psionic Energy vision.

The feedback from the Primarch entity cast a frosty shadow over its face.

The ruling class of the planet has become utterly corrupt, which was to be expected, as the ruling class in any place controls the most sexual resources.

The instinct to eat and rebel is ingrained in human genes. For Slaanesh, these ruling classes are the easiest to corrupt, as they are born to enjoy everything.

They crave new pleasures at all times.

But what's even more terrifying is that, under the influence of Slaanesh's evil power, ordinary people all over the world have begun to engage in xxx.

It bears a strong resemblance to the Ancient Eldar.

That was no longer a simple betrayal of faith, but the collapse of the very foundation of civilization.

"I really should have brought Yvraine along to see this."

Guilliman sighed.

He believed that Yvraine and the Craftworld Eldar behind her saw this scene.

It will certainly evoke some unpleasant memories, and then he will ask to join his children in the sacred boarding ceremony.

Guilliman delivered his final verdict, his gaze sweeping over the solemnly standing Calgar and Sicarius:

"Calgar led the way, with Sicarius assisting."

He led two companies to execute the ' Purification Protocol '.

I want the surface of this planet to be completely 'plowed up'.

"Yes, Father."

The two company commanders simultaneously punched each other in the chest, their armor clanging.

A thousand Ultramarines pierced the planet's atmosphere like a meteor shower.

Their brand-new Power Armour was covered with countless "Purity Seals" personally blessed by the Ecclesiarchy Canoness.

These sacred emblems, shimmering with a faint golden light, are paired with the anti- Psionic Energy field generator built into the armor.

Invisible barriers formed around the warriors.

They resisted the interference of Warp evil forces with the Smart Atoms within their bodies to the greatest extent possible.

In terms of pure physical strength alone, the Ultramarines who have awakened the power of Vitruum are all at the level of "single Homelander".

Their strength is enough to overturn a main battle tank, their speed can exceed Mach 22, their bone hardness is comparable to Adamantium, and their self-healing ability is unbelievable.

In theory, one person is enough to fight against thousands of ordinary Chaos Space Marines.

And now, there are a thousand such individuals.

If this power had been acquired by the Warmaster during the Horus Heresy, the current Imperium might be even more precarious, and might even have changed hands.

At this moment, this destructive torrent is heading straight for Chaos.

The moment they broke through the clouds, even seasoned veterans felt an instinctive aversion to the sight before them.

The corruption of Slaanesh reached an astonishing concentration here, Warp Rift were almost rampant on the planet's surface.

A sinister pinkish-purple light polluted the sky, and unnatural flesh writhed on the earth.

The once magnificent pilgrimage city has now become a gigantic amalgamation of flesh, bones, and decadent sculptures.

Countless corrupted beings tumble and entangle within it, engaging in a meaningless and endless depraved revelry.

The piercing laughter, groans, and howls blended into a nauseating background noise.

Many people think that Slaanesh is actually a decent Chaos Gods; He just likes to lead you into xxx.

Humans are a race that loves xxx, and even in the 2K era, there were plenty of places where people danced and sang every night.

But this idea is actually extremely one-sided.

Slaanesh doesn't just control lust; he controls pleasure.

Whether spiritual or physical, after becoming His believer, He will grant you abundant pleasure during physical activities.

This sounds good; one pour yields the effect of ten pours.

However, this pleasure has a ceiling; after each instance of pleasure, you must perform even more outrageous actions to obtain the same level of pleasure next time.

Nurgle turns you into a lump of rotten flesh, Tzeentch makes you constantly manipulated, Khorne demands you keep fighting.

Slaanesh, on the other hand, gives you endless pleasure until you destroy yourself.

It's like many people saying they want to quit pornography, but after just one day, they can't resist.

With the blessing of Slaanesh, you will be unable to resist at any moment.

You'll constantly crave pleasure, otherwise everything else will be meaningless.

This is the situation on the planet before us; the souls of its people have been completely distorted, or rather, they no longer exist.

Their souls had entered the belly of the Chaos God Slaanesh, while their bodies continued to move unconsciously.

Calgar's brow furrowed behind his mask; the keen senses granted by his Vitruum bloodline made him acutely aware of these filthy "details."

"Disgusting."

He spoke to Sicarius beside him via a private channel:

"We will proceed as planned: first, eliminate the two main fel nodes to weaken the overall corruption concentration, and then carry out orbital bombardment and ground purification."

There was no immediate response.

"Sicarius?"

Calgar turned his head and saw the Second Company staring intently at the sword hanging at his waist.

Guilliman personally reforged the holy sword that had been bestowed upon him.

Even inside the scabbard, it still emanated a unique blue-gold aura, clashing with the surrounding filthy pink-purple evil light, and even subtly repelling it.

"Second Company?" Calgar raised his voice. "Is there something wrong with my sword?"

"... No, no."

Sicarius's voice came through the helmet, unusually tinged with a suppressed, complex emotion:

"But it's... exceptionally exquisite."

I have never felt such a powerful and pure energy resonance on ordinary iron before."

He was naturally proud and rarely praised other people's things so openly.

But the mere presence of this sword seemed to silently speak of the painstaking effort and expectations poured into it by its forger.

This made it impossible for Sicarius had dedicated his life to pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship, to look away.

Compared to the excellent but ultimately standard-issue Power Sword in his hand, the difference was immediately apparent.

"Ah, this."

Calgar's voice unconsciously softened. "This was forged by my father specifically for me during the three days we spent alone together."

Do you know what my father said to me back then...?

He paused, as if savoring the moment, "He said I was his most resilient son, and deserved this weapon."

You know, my father loves me, and I love my father."