Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

That was one of the countless words exchanged between Sanguinius and Conrad on the night they said goodbye, but one that was not worth paying attention to.

Just like the many arrogances poured out from the mouth of the Blood Lord of the Night Ghost all the time, Sanguinius was described in the opponent's mouth as "flailing white wings around the tragic son who was thirsty for blood, and was at a loss what to do." Like a newly born fire scorpion in Baal, waiting for the death of a close brother to break in grandly."

When he tried to ask what kind of scene that was, Cozz responded with a gloomy and tired smile, as if even he himself didn't believe that that scene was really about to happen. Those were just fragments that Coates found to ridicule him. In Coze's own words, they "enlivened the atmosphere."

Well, Sanguinius thought, Curze was probably not expecting this embarrassing scene, but it was being previewed in Garaspa.

"Here it is," Osuran, his former corps commander who has now returned to his position as company commander and is the second-ranked player, said, holding his helmet. The Blood Angel's always cold and proud eyes fluctuated when he looked behind a mountain of corpses.

"That was Nasir Amit. Please forgive him, my lord."

Sanguinius took a deep breath, feeling his head hurt, "Tell me, is he still alive?"

Nasir Amit's eyes were half-closed, the edges around his eyes were blue, and he was breathing heavily, as if his lungs had been severely eroded. The blood stains on the face were wiped away by others, leaving only a few marks. Upon closer inspection, some torn strips of flesh were still embedded between his lips and teeth, confirming the angel's suspicion.

Osuran raised his head and glanced at his genetic father: "I don't understand, sir."

"Where is the other person?" he asked Osuran.

"This is not your negligence, this is Amit's fault." Osuran said immediately.

The remaining twelve awake Blood Angels also spoke one after another.

Sanguinius nodded, not saying right or wrong.

Mortarion was silent for a long time under the angel's smile, his eyes wandering between the corpse-eating poisoned man who fell to the ground and a group of clean-looking red armored warriors.

"The mistake...should not be discovered by mortals." Osuran quickly understood why Sanguinius could come straight in their direction.

"This is a poison carefully prepared by Barbarus, the Lord of Death. My children, the Death Guard themselves can be poured to the ground by the poisonous wine without protection," Sanguinius said sadly, "You still have to eat more. A few, aggravating the toxicity, and causing irreparable genetic damage, wouldn’t it be my negligence?”

"Mortarion," Sanguinius turned around and apologized: "I'm sorry, my child ate the corpses that your officers were counting without permission, causing some extra trouble to your inventory work. So. ,Excuse me……"

The other warriors watched in horror as their primarch accomplished this, their muscles tense within their armor.

He smiled sheepishly, "Is there an antidote for this toxin? My child seems to have some food poisoning. In addition, please go to the inspection points of other company captains and ask if there are any deficiencies. He may be poisoned. Not a few."

Mortarion glared at him sullenly: "Be careful of being poisoned, Sanguinius!"

"There is no antidote," he said stiffly, feeling like his tongue was beating on a dull drum. "The Barbarus always survive the poison."

He raised the corners of his mouth, and his face seemed to exude a layer of soft light, "Therefore, I hope that my legion can complete the subsequent cleanup of the galaxy with you, Mortarion. If you don't want to see it, Horus, then you At once--"

"To get more information?"

Sanguinius clasped his hands together, looked at Mortarion, and flapped his wings: "That's it. I hope you will allow me, dear brother."

Sanguinius shook his head, regretting that these children had insufficient trust in him and himself: "You made the mistake of having to eat poisonous things, so much so that you ate yourself until you were lying on the ground. How could you eat everything? Just Can't you wait until I ask Mortarion for an antidote before you start talking?"

"Really, in addition, I also want to teach my children what they can eat and what they cannot eat." Sanguinius spread his hands with a calm and helpless expression, "and the necessity of destructive war."

"Are you really here to learn?" Mortarion couldn't help but ask.

The smell of fresh blood lingered, mixed with the smell of poisonous metal, and was highlighted even among the piles of corpses. Twelve newly promoted Blood Angels formed a circle, wearing freshly painted clean red helmets, surrounding a fallen warrior to avoid prying eyes.

Mortarion now felt indescribably tired. He just felt that his previous confusion about whether these two brothers came here specifically to accuse him of his ruthless extermination might be a little too complicated.

"I haven't said a word, Sanguinius!" complained Horus, "and do I dare say I don't want to here?"

"He used to eat prisoners."

"I have told them, but these little guys seem to only agree verbally." Sanguinius pretended to be angry, "Besides, Conrad has prepared thirst-quenching drinks for them, so this is not a desire for blood, but just a desire for blood. Their genetic detection skills are so good.”

"What other reasons are you here for?" Mortarion asked.

"Going to pick up the pharmacist, my lord."

"anything else?"

At the end of the sentence, the angel's tone rose, even with some lively pride.

Sanguinius and Horus breathed a sigh of relief together, and Horus stepped forward: "You should tell them not to eat randomly, dear Sanguinius. Even if they really... thirst for blood, or something else ”

After the Blood Angels began to argue in odd directions, Sanguinius felt the presence of his two brothers as Mortarion exhaled slightly through his respirator in confusion.

And Sanguinius looked glorious...

"What's wrong?" Sanguinius asked.

Sanguinius led the captain around to the rear of the mountain of corpses. The corpses here were not severely decomposed, not much different from the period just after the battle. This may be due to the side effects of Mortarion's strange gas.

"She should still be alive." Osuran reported, turning back, not daring to look directly at the face of the original body, "Brother Pharmacist is coming as soon as possible."

"Before I returned to the Legion, ghouls were criticized for their destructive work for the Emperor," Sanguinius said. "The Death Guard's campaigns reminded me of the battlefields where my ghouls had sacrificed their lives. . This is one of the reasons why I brought them here. I do not deny the necessity of destruction, otherwise I would deny the Legion that I serve, and I must prove it to them."

But Sanguinius still saw the man lying in the middle at first glance. After all, he was much taller than these warriors and had an unobstructed view.

"What else went wrong?"

"Then the delinquent child..." Sanguinius hinted.

"Sir," Osuran stood up bravely, "we were wrong."

"We should not go back to our old ways of eating the corpses of the dead." The former captain understood the power of honesty. Even before the return of the angels, what he hated most was making excuses for the disdain of other legions. "We have tarnished your reputation."

He looked over the Primarch's shoulder and looked at the destroyed wilderness, as if he could hear the artillery fire echoing on the battlefield, and his smile faded.

"Amit started eating first, sir."

Sanguinius nodded slightly, bent down next to the unconscious Amit, and almost helplessly looked at the Blood Angel's particularly pale face.

Sanguinius scanned the surroundings, and then moved away several intact corpses outside the pile of corpses with his bare hands. Sure enough, he found two or three corpses with signs of being eaten.

"Yes, the best description of the tactics used by the Death Guard Legion is in the blood of those who have experienced it."

"Let him lie down for fourteen hours," Mortarion said. "Space Marines can metabolize this toxicity."

Sanguinius hesitated for a while and then said: "Also, we have finished drinking the blood wine Conrad gave us, and there is no war in Horus. We have been a little... short of food recently."

He would certainly be saddened by the loss of his life, but when the people here chose their path of opposition, whether destruction would come was no longer an option.

Osuran clutched his helmet tighter in confusion.

"Is there really no antidote?" the angel said disappointedly. "Then let's go separate ways and you give me some planets to deal with?"

"No, you have to figure out how to adapt yourself." Mortarion raised his chin, "Also, if you want to know the planning process of the entire battle, why don't you just ask me?"