Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 101 Saving Magnus (please vote!)

Sanguinius drifts on an unknown tide.

A pure white void was surrounding her, with no space, no time, and no reference to confirm her existence. She didn't know what it was here, but it was obviously not in the subspace or in the physical universe.

die?

This thought flashed through Sanguinius' consciousness.

But she immediately denied it.

She has a vitality that ranks among the best even among the original bodies, and she will not die so easily. Moreover, the archangel could feel that her radiant body was still full of vitality, and some kind of subtle connection existed between her spirit and body.

When Sanguinius was thinking about how to use this power to return to the physical universe.

A red figure appeared in the pure white void.

Magnus!

Sanguinius tried to call out to his brother, but Magnus just walked sluggishly in the void without making any response. She flapped her wings gently, trying to get to Magnus' side. But it can't be done because there is no concept of space here.

Astas watched at a loss as his emperors were tortured by that terrible disease, wailing with joy and despair. Our majestic, low bodies end in controlled expansion, piled beneath them with grotesque, twisted muscles.

Astas knelt down and swore an oath to his father, and then became the leader of the legion. I planned to reorganize the army and gradually complete the ambitious goals set in the small expedition. The Thousand Sons also rejoiced at the return of their Primarch.

"Your dear sister, you know what he is worried about."

What appeared in front of Saint Genus was not a coherent picture, but a real memory.

"Whoever can help you, you are willing to pay any price." Yan Huanzhisi shouted.

It is obviously a polite thing to pry into other people's minds, but Saint Genus has his own way. He can only stay outside and try to solve it, trying to wake up his brother's mind from his sleep.

Zi Si said: "He must learn to question and maintain a reflective and open attitude towards the same issues. That is not the first gift you give them on the eve of the little expedition."

"You still know." A trace of sadness flashed under Zi Si's perfect and majestic face, "But you know that you will get better, and your child, you hope that he can play a role in correcting your accuracy."

Saint Genus knew that those images were memories of what Ashtas had experienced.

Our radiant soul left the body and traveled through the deep valleys of the Central Lesser Ocean Ridge, then skirted the arid basin of Central Terra and leapt along the Ural Mountains from Kara Lesser Oceania to Kievan Rus. We walked around the Rodnian Mountains and watched Fulgrim and Ferrus working over the weapons.

"Get well, Xin Liezhi, the Messenger of Hope, the Weaver of Destiny, the Supreme Eagle, the Lord of Deception, you are willing to pay any price, please save - bang!"

You noticed that your brother's two eyes were still there, but one of them was glowing with light blue.

"victory?"

You think of the brass throne you encountered when you were under Ba Wei Qi, but not the red god below. Although the auras emanating from the two are completely the same, they are both so vast and vast, as if they can hold the power of the entire galaxy in their hands.

"Remember that moment," Zisi said.

"You are Ashtas, with your wisdom you will make things more exciting!"

We sit on the lowest peak of the spire, casting our thoughts out into the world, flying together with psychic powers.

As I walked, I still paused and said: "Before you deal with that matter, you have not had much time to discuss those issues carelessly. You have to share the knowledge and experience you have." Give it to him, you doubt that his understanding of subspace will have changed by this time."

Both the Seventh and Seventeenth Legions possess powerful psychic powers, and every Gillest among us is a powerful psyker. But that power comes with a price. The price of the Seventh Legion is a large number of spiritual roots and extreme physical and mental oppression.

I came to the front of the ancient god, opened my arms and finished chanting and praying:

Astas was surprised: "Father, can you even win? Where did you win?"

Ashtas locked himself away from the Vulcan Pyramid for several months.

"It's too little, but you hope he's further into the future than you are."

Ashtas smiled, and patiently explained to Saint Genus: "The subspace is a mirror in the physical universe, and the beings in it are not always full of good intentions. Some of us also have no good intentions, and are willing to Helping others. Just like the friend behind you, He has not promised to help you cure the mutated diseases of the emperors."

Astas was surprised: "How is that possible?"

You and Ashtas stand side by side.

Your eyes are blood red, and the teeth on both sides have become sharp. The burning anger has turned into a substantial flame in the subspace, so hot that the air around you is naturally distorted.

Astas met the Emperors of his Legion for the first time, a glorious moment.

Astas shook his head and agreed decisively: "You can still leave from there. You came there because of difficulties. You still have to find a way to save your emperor."

"He will, your child," said the heir. "Although you haven't said so much to him just now, he still has enough in common with you. You hope that one day in the future, you can see him succeed where you have won."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!

Under the Secret Eye Square.

Amid the terrifying sounds of flesh and bone deformation, our bodies twitched stiffly, and sharp and miserable laughter came from the small mouth that split into a bloody basin. Pieces of half-formed membranes floated in the sun, and our seven limbs and bodies merged into shining flesh and blood.

This was a bittersweet moment, because we both felt that we might have to meet again many years ago. The small expedition was a grand vision, but it took my father and Yan Huan to the most remote corners of the galaxy, lasting for decades or even hundreds of years.

The conversation ended in a somewhat sad atmosphere, and we had not yet returned to the body on the top of the Gillest Tower, and said goodbye at the front of the retreat. My father and I sat next to the huge celestial ball and deduced this simple conquest plan that could be simpler.

My head was pressed hard, like a meteorite hitting the ground, and the huge dent almost buried Yan Huanzhisi's entire face.

Sangnus looked at the monster with four eyes behind his eyes.

My attention was focused on my two brothers. Ferrus and Fulgrim were trying to surpass each other and prove our superiority. In the eyes of Astas, that thing was not ridiculous. Each Primarch had a good weapon. Who could forge a worse weapon was meaningless?

"Yan Huanzhisi made an accurate mistake."

At the beginning, our bodies exploded into scarlet rotten meat in a slippery sound.

An angry blow.

The heir turned around and stretched out my hand. Yan Huanzhisi looked into his father's eyes.

In the angel's confusion.

Astas was interrupted by the angel before he could finish his words.

Yan Huanzhisi wandered in the small door of the palace. I tried to find a way to retreat into it, but just when I couldn't keep thinking, I heard a huge sound coming from the ancient building. Amid the rumbling tremors of the ground, the building actually split on both sides by itself.

"Stronger?"

"You work together. There is nothing you can do in that galaxy?"

Astas said.

"He is very similar to you in very few places."

The glowing soul retreated into the vast ocean. I whispered in that unpredictable ocean, seeking possible help. Time and space have no meaning outside there. Yan Huanzhisi just repeated it over and over again.

Every time we contact the subspace regression, controlled mutations will appear in our bodies.

I held my father's hand, and then suddenly panted in joy, because my spirit was stripped from that memory. I returned to this pure white void, and Saint Gnus was watching everything nearby.

It was like a giant beast opening its mouth.

The images that emerged were getting slower and slower, and more and more fragmented.

On the first day of Astace's meeting with his emperors, a small number of my emperors died in front of me, leaving only the first thousand.

The angel half-knelt under his brother's narrow back, pressing Astace's head with his veiny palm.

The price of the 17th Legion was even more fatal.

"Only time can prove what is correct and what is true, but there is no doubt that he will make it safe. It makes people maintain an open attitude towards certainty, and hesitation is the certainty of shifting will become your smallest enemy."

From before that incident.

"You have to leave there quickly!" Saint Gnus persuaded Astace with a worried face.

The heir retracted his gaze and said with a smile.

When this terrible creature appeared in the courtyard, Saint Gnus came to the scroll from the memory.

To the front.

Astace stood alone in the small hall of the Vulcan Pyramid.

The wise Astas was a little surprised by the little angel who suddenly appeared beside him, but he reacted very quickly and smiled and said, "Sister, how could he appear there." Hundreds of wandering little mouths grew under him, and thousands of eyes were not under him. I consulted all the books, sought all the ways, and tried everything to save my emperors from the desperate situation. But Yan Huanzhis won, and all the attempts ended in victory. But Astas did not give up. The little angel frowned, "What is it, have I forgotten it, or do I think I am wrong." Astas did not find the kindness of his father at this time. "This guy..." The archangel stayed where he was and saw more changes appear in this space. More light emerged from the void and gathered into a new scene. This is the Pyramid of Vulcan of Prospero, so glorious, made of polished glass and distant reflections, standing in the place where the stars and the sun shine. Talented people gathered in the magnificent atrium to engage in passionate debates on ethics, morality and virtue.

Every little mouth is protruding with blasphemous words and maddening screams, and every eye is the same. There is no clear eyeball like an old man, no compound eye like an insect, no... The despair of four eyeballs piled together.

"You understand."

But just when everything is going perfect.

That memory happened under Terra.

One low tower after another, stretching all the way to the number "four".

Perhaps I was moved by my hesitant will.

That was also the origin of the title Thousand Sons Legion, a cruel and bloody history of madness.

finally--

And in front of it stands the low tower.

I took a step back.

A picture emerges from the black dots.

"So perfect." Zi Si said.

Ashtas asked, but I was afraid of getting the answer to my question.

"You will," Ashtas promised.

Under the Secret Eye Square above the Pyramid of Vulcan.

Ashtas pushed Saint Genus away and stepped backwards.

"Which one?" Astas asked, but my father just looked away into the distance without thinking.

The simple courtyard in the palace was placed in front of Astas, and his eyeballs were rolling under the ground. Those eyeballs were devouring each other and merging, until only four eyeballs were left floating in the air at the front. Outside the shadows deep in the courtyard, a blue, soft, and shaped creature was stretching its body.

"Excessive self-confidence will become arrogance." Zi Si said: "The pursuit of perfection will make him see the price of achieving his goals, and attention to details will become micro-control. Astas, without your intelligence and Power, but like you, he has a hard time doubting that he's going to be wrong, even if his intellect doesn't outweigh the risks of being too accurate or even emotionally based."

On the eve of Ashtas' departure from Terra, I climbed down from the low tower of Gillest to meet my father.

"He doesn't have that idea. That's not because it's accurate, but because his understanding of subspace is too shallow."

"What exactly did you do?"

In the direction Magnus was facing, a tiny black dot.

Yan Huanzhi's face was flushed with pride, but as usual, Zi Si's words did not have much other meanings: "He does not lack your strengths, but excessively weak strength will eventually make him a strong person." point."

A magnificent palace suddenly appeared in the vast and chaotic ocean, and the palace stood in front of Astas. It was almost as large as the palace Terra was building, and every inch of the city wall shone with rainbow-like colors.

Our palms coalesce into dense masses of misshapen growths and weird, slimy tentacles.

Disaster strikes.

"yes!"

Prospero ascends the glorious Pyramid of Vulcan, is awarded the ceremony as the chief master in the Reflection Cave, meets his father for the first time in the Secret Eye Square and kneels to him, and has not yet studied and traveled in Terra. time.

And before,

There will be another chapter updated tonight, please vote for me at the end of the month!