Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Ever since Morse raised that unique question, the conversation in the Pure-Blood Conclave has quickly slipped from a serious farewell party for angels to a discussion about giving each brother a nickname.

Sanguinius was obviously so happy. He stood for a while and then sat happily on the ground, his wings flapping behind his back from time to time, and the ornaments wrapped on it jingled. He even agreed to the request of the waiter to come up and comb his feathers.

The angel took the initiative to lower his wings so that the mortal could replace him with the latest pendant, smooth the small and smooth feathers in the direction of growth, and apply the prepared protective balm on the surface of the wings.

"Phoenix Angel Fulgrim has silver hair and purple clothes. I heard that he wears half a silver and iron mask. He is a very handsome angel among us." Sanguinius folded his hands freely between his legs and talked with his people Introduction, with a bright light flashing in his eyes.

Let’s not mention the brothers who have never appeared in the world and only exist in reality. The remaining brothers that Konrad Coates has described can be given some names in sequence.

"Does the Phoenix Angel have wings?" Imlet Isaacs held a charcoal pen and set up a low table in front of him. On the table was a stack of blank parchments.

He was the most successful of the Baal people who learned to write history from the courtiers of Konrad Curze. The achievements of Sanguinius when he descended on Baal, captured the Fire Scorpion, and defeated the mutants were all recorded by him.

"Then, the man-eating mutants appeared in the world, and their number was hundreds, far more than any of us. There were swords in their mouths, blind eyes, and rusty blades in their crooked hands. In an instant, death came. Then the angel began His holy work..."

As he presented this account to Sanguinius, Imlet Ilsachs believed he saw a faint smile on the angel's shining face.

Back at this point, Sanguinius leaned forward and told the elders: "Among my brothers, I alone have true wings."

"Thank you, Archangel." The elder began to record the information he knew. The angel's brother will undoubtedly be an important part of Baal's belief system.

"Then, it's..." Sanguinius hesitated to award the title of "Iron Angel" to whom. In the end, since Perturabo came first, he decided to give up thinking about the order, "...Construction Angel, Perturabo. He has a serious personality, but is very good at building the material foundation for life.”

The elder wrote the manuscript stroke by stroke: The construction angel Perturabo is especially good at the structure of the heavens. He is the master architect of the human emperor, the master of gold...

Mors raised his eyebrows slightly, listening in the shadows to the nicknames these Baals gave to the primarchs, and he had some doubts about Sanguinius' naming ability.

When Konrad Curze decided to form his private army organization, the alternative titles were full of inexplicable names such as Fool, Midnight Senator, Grand Steward, Ghost Lord, Ghost Hunter, Standing Chancellor, Wandering Sentinel, etc. Vocabulary proves that Conrad Coates' mental age is maintained at a weird level by Gemo.

However, when it was Sanguinius' turn, the name he gave his brother became an earthy one befitting the yellow sands of Baal.

From the understandable wolf angels, stone angels, silver-hand angels, and red angels, to the extreme angels, mathematical angels, wisdom angels, angels of firstborn, golden angels, and dragon angels... Sanguinius transcends It was an enumeration. The more the elders here entered this sequence into the Barr manuscript in a solemn manner, the more complicated Morse felt.

Yes, Sanguinius had not mistaken the description, but Mors was certain that Magnus would not like his new title.

The light coming from the gaps in the zenith is weakening, and the daylight of Ba moon is slowly coming to an end. The scorching temperatures dropped sharply, cold nights poured into the sandy plains, and radiation dust fell and gathered again. Residents outside have already returned indoors in order to extend their lives in the harsh natural environment.

Mors sent a psychic message to Sanguinius informing him of his decision to wander around, and quietly left the cave.

Konrad Coates was not in his private flying vehicle hanging at high altitude at this time. Instead, he braved the high concentration of radiation and drilled into a deserted city on the surface of Bastar.

The Lord of the Night is clothed in darkness, and his body temperature is colder than the night temperature. He sits in the shadow of the tower and looks at the astronomical system of Baal's triple celestial sphere. In the night sky, the planet Baal and Baal moon, which are about four times different in size, are next to each other. Residence.

"Every time I see Baal's pure-blood tribe praying to the sky, I know that the angel brother must be sighing in his heart." Coze showed a cold smile, and his dark eyes reflected light, "But this is his Destiny. His great brilliance is just to illuminate the path forward for mortals - Oh, the father gave him endless responsibilities and created a reluctant god."

"Sometimes, he can also get fun from it." Morse chose the steps a few steps higher than Coz's, shook his robe, and sat down. "Guess what our angel is doing?"

"I bid farewell to his reluctant people with tears," Coze said sarcastically. "The day I left Gomo, they also gathered at the port of the core peak, and they all shed tears of reluctance. , watching me say goodbye to them anxiously.”

"Then what?"

Kurtz grinned sincerely, "In the first month I left, Victor dealt with thirty-seven rebellions that were launched as soon as possible. On the busiest night, he cleaned six new ones in a row. The established conspiracy. This is the meaning of the existence of my dark people. Their fear and trembling can only offset one thousandth of their sins."

Morse shook his head and sighed in mock sympathy.

"Thank you so much, dear Muse of the Underworld. To manage a never-quiet Undercity, you really need to find an agent with great patience, which is not easy. Not to mention you have to work hard every month. It’s not easy for you to save precious time on carving leather and take five minutes to deal with Victor’s weekly report!”

"Just so you understand," Curze whispered. "So what is Sanguinius doing?"

"In naming future visitors to the Empire, such as myself, you can now call me the Angel of Witchcraft."

"What is Perturabo? The angel of earth, stone and wood?"

"Architecture Angel. I thought you would guess a Steel Angel."

"Sanguinius doesn't have such good intentions," Coze waved his hand. "Sometimes he even doesn't like being called an angel. He won't reward each brother with a beautiful name."

He hugged the blood-red cloak around him, and the fine sand slid down. "I bet Sanguinius would have taken his wings off when he found it difficult to sleep on his back."

Morse's fingertips swept across his chin, as if he thought of something.

"We still have a lot of time before any Imperial-affiliated organization or legion is called upon to improve Baal's religious environment or ecological conditions." He said, "What do you think will happen if Sanguinius temporarily loses his wings?"

Curze's demeanor suddenly became dangerous. "What are you going to do, Morse?"

"Of course it's not to pluck his white feathers in the middle of the night." The craftsman was not affected by the coldness surrounding the Blood Marquis. "The virtual technology of Narni Court does not have to be limited to combat trials... All we need is The API key in Magnus or Perturabo's hands."

In the deserted city, Morse threw out his penultimate sentence of encouragement: "He even named you the Midnight Angel, Conrad Coates."

"Also, I don't think anyone should bear the responsibility of the icon symbol without any choice. Once you hesitate and give up your identity, the great cause of your respectable pseudo-emperor will be damaged."

Coates stared at his own fingertips: "I asked myself again and again, did he always know everything, did he foresee everything coming? Or was he like me and knew nothing about it? A bright future was burned to the ground. , decay takes its place. I curse you... until the end."

"How could you sigh like this?" Morse casually probed.

"Oh, this is the sentimentality of Sanguinius before the end." Curze closed his palm and tightened it, as if crushing something in his pale palm.