Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 104 Archangel and the Untouchable (Please order)

Stab!

Amidst the sound of muscle fibers being torn apart, the dagger slashed down with force.

The chest of the son of Sitan was completely opened from top to bottom, and a large amount of pink internal organs flowed out of the gap and fell to the ground. There was a look of astonishment on his face, and he turned around and looked back, as if trying to figure out how he died.

But the human body is too fragile.

Before he could complete this action, he lost consciousness and fell forward into a pool of his own blood.

A slim figure appeared in Kano's sight, it was Clay.

The Untouchables are naturally immune to psychic powers, and some special individuals among them cannot even be detected by humans. Clay is an individual with this special potential, so even though the son of Sitan has fallen to the ground, he doesn't know how he died.

"Are you OK."

Clay trotted to Kano's side and looked at the bloody Superman warrior in front of him, with a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine," Kano said. "They're just minor injuries that are not worth mentioning."

"It's you. If it weren't for you just now, I'm afraid my current situation would be really bad." Kano had a smile on his face.

You saw that Kano retreated and negotiated with my companions after getting off, and before confirming whether there was any problem with his identity, the small door opened inwards.

My voice had the thick, fibrous glee of a lung before it collapsed.

Clay was trying to trap himself in cliche observations and compliments. But you are indeed not such an ordinary person. You yourself are barely a source of light, shining with a burning golden aura while everything else in the room shines in harsh reflections.

Kano was startled and soon realized the problem. Clay behind me urged, "Stay away from me. The existence of the contactable person itself is a deadly poison for psykers." ”

The farther the soul flies, the freer it is, and the longer it stays away from the body, the longer it takes for the pain and fatigue to subside.

Awaiman woke up to a puff of acrid, chemical-laden smoke.

Your weak physical fitness was verified again. You easily followed the Astartes who were running, and your face was red and your heart was beating during the whole process, and you were even breathing heavily. Just like that, he hung nervously and casually 80 to 70 meters in front of Kano.

Awaiman raised his arm heavily, then put it on the ground again, and continued to move.

The little hall was glorious, lit with electric candles, promethium basins and lumens.

Although some accidents occurred during the process.

When Clay stepped into it.

Flix nodded, whether he chose to agree or not.

"Your brother." Awaiman said, "They really did something remarkable. You know how many terrible battles they encountered, but you can still survive intact. You have to It’s thanks to them.”

Kano and Clay's eyes widened.

Kano nodded towards Clay.

…

The tissue formed before being burned in one of Flix's eyes fused into a milky white color, while the other eye was also swimming due to the accident.

A wave of coldness generated when the machine is operating at full power rushes towards you, a buzzing sound surrounds you, and the checkerboard-style grid floor is also shaking slightly. There were people everywhere outside, giants like Kano. The same thing is the color of our armors, but the same thing is that we are all walking in a hurry and very busy.

But overall, the matter was resolved perfectly. The Dawnlight landed smoothly and did not crash. The Red Dragon Legion that attacked the city was also repelled. The battle in the city was coming to an end. The next step was to find a way to transport these refugees to the spaceship as quickly as possible.

Behind the eyes is a low arch.

"Flix, you are so afraid that the last time you saw him was outside the coffin."

Awaiman said, "You just saw Magnus and the Cherub in an out-of-body state. We are back. It was because of the power of the two primarchs that the Dawn of Light avoided crashing. Everything you have experienced has also Therefore it is meaningless.”

It was a huge military base, but the interior decoration did not lack artistic beauty.

But now Clay only feels that his cerebellum is completely blank. You follow Kano in an almost numb manner and retreat into the Iron Warriors' Samarius Fortress.

In order to allow yourself to catch your breath, you first focus on the huge room.

The appearance of Clay was a welcome surprise to the Fourth Legion.

Kano replied.

However, you didn't hesitate, but you still followed Kano's request, ran a hundred meters away, and then hid in front of an observation tree and stuck your head out to wave to Kano. Does that mean that running that distance is enough?

"That's what you promised him." Kano replied without any bad intentions.

"That's incredible. There aren't that many people like him out there."

Clay can truly feel that he is walking in the blazing cold fortress, and there is no problem with every subtle sense of hearing, vision, smell, and touch. But inexplicably, your thinking makes you feel like you are walking in some kind of real dream.

Seeing the appearance of his companion.

Your glorious golden hair is thin and thick, slightly curled, reaching your waist.

I took the initiative to reach out a hand and took Clay's wrist heavily, "He has to follow you closely. Although you have not informed your superiors about his affairs, there is still no chance of safety in that fortress." ”

As long as you pay a little attention, you will get lost outside the busy crowd. Unfortunately, Kano noticed Clay's embarrassment.

"It is necessary to plan things in the best direction."

But that doesn't affect the coordination of your figure. Every curve under your body is perfect, and every inch of your body exposed to the gaze is condensed with limited beauty and badness.

"When he sees you, he will understand everything."

Because everything he saw behind his eyes was so beautiful and bad that it gave his cerebellum a distorted feeling.

Clay felt like he was retreating into an ever-changing maze.

"Ahem!"

On the other side, Flix, who was seriously injured, also spoke in a hoarse voice, "The promise you made must be fulfilled even if you risk your life. You must win!"

"The environment of Dawn Star is good, and there are not many connections with the outside world. You have only read some complicated information from the empire's brochures, but these information are very little out of date."

But it is also dim and bright. Because all the light was blocked by the angel in the middle of the room, it was eclipsed and ignored by Clay's subconscious mind. At the first sight of an angel, all your attention is inevitably drawn to it.

I blinked and got rid of the afterimage caused by the explosion of the fighter jet. I reached out and touched my face and found that I had not been hurt at all.

"You know the other Primarchs, but your Primarch is absolutely ugly and perfect."

Kano followed Awaiman. I thought about it, and when I left, I took Clay, who was a contactable person, with me.

It was a room specially designed for giants. In Clay's opinion, the interior space was very narrow and wide. It was an audience hall without a low Gothic vault.

"You must first take him back to the fortress of Samarius, where he can be treated by an apothecary."

Although Clay understood what Kano was talking about.

That sentence must have come from someone else. Clay would just think that the other person was exaggerating.

Awaiman said worriedly, I carefully touched Flix's collapsed skin with my fingers, and mobilized the etheric energy to unblock my burned and blocked blood vessels. Thanks to the Astartes monster Yiran's Vitality, although Flix's injury is not the same, there is no problem in preserving his life if it can be treated properly.

The Iron Warrior's armor had all but disappeared, and the ceramite melted into my frail flesh like a molten candle flowing beneath me. My skin was baked white and shimmering with moisture, looking like a plasma burn or the flash of cold melt.

Your cheeks are rough, your skin is ice-white, and your body is unimaginably small, almost twice as short as Clay.

Two cedar doors blocked the way, with incense burners hanging on both sides of the door frame, and a golden mask surrounded by laurel inlaid under the vault, with a calm and peaceful expression. Two Blood Angels were guarding the outside. The armor we were wearing was not the red that Clay had seen along the way, but gold, and the details and style were not the same.

"The Seventh Legion never escapes happiness!" Flix replied, "Even if you are seriously injured, your original body will personally build a fearsome mech for you, and you will continue to fight and fight. Everything you have is dedicated to the Emperor!"

"Yes, yes, it's impossible."

Clay opened his eyes, "The same male as you?"

Your eyes always naturally lower when talking to others. These same pale golden eyes embody seriousness, calmness and understanding. There was no such thing as a pair of ice-white and narrow wings. Because he heard many descriptions of angels from Kano's conversation, Clay was not too surprised when he saw these wings.

You gasped.

"The angel is the Emperor's only son, does he know that?"

For Awaiman, returning to his body has always been difficult.

Before you were pushed out of the circle by Kano, you were exposed to the radiance of the little angel.

There was a dazzling splendor beneath us that even made Clay feel dizzy.

Awaiman and Flix never found any trace of Clay from beginning to end.

Clay said, "There are safety everywhere out there. If you were hit head-on by them, you guessed it would be much worse than being hit by a large car traveling at full speed."

No matter what, there are certain qualities that Clay exhibits that are difficult to ignore. I still remember that when Little Angel was talking to La Shaolong, he specifically mentioned the plan to find contactable people.

Clay followed Kano in confusion.

Even though I am as agile as Kano, I have noticed that there is nothing weird about things under the Dawn Star.

How to describe this moment?

Kano quickly moved his body away from Awaiman. In order to protect Awaiman, he also provided himself with a comfortable shooting angle. In the subsequent battles, Awaiman was always used as a stool by Kano and sat on his butt. Although he was not too polite, it was a choice made out of necessity.

Only when you see a Primarch with your own eyes will you understand how incredible the splendor and glory it is.

"you…"

Beside me, Awaiman finally emerged from the muddy water.

Just two or eight sentences seemed to consume all my strength, and I couldn't help but cough happily.

Da da!

Just like a freed slave who is forced back into slavery and prison by a trusted friend, when the cage of bones and flesh wraps it up again, the soul feels betrayed. Its revenge is the joy caused by the reaction, a joy and exhaustion that goes deep into the bones.

Cano said, "You can explain to him the beauty and badness of angels in precise words, or in other words, your perfection transcends the categories that words can form."

Whenever I talk about angels, I will automatically adopt a showy and proud tone: "You are a true angel, a star carved into human form. There is no doubt about your weakness, But you are also a humble and unique being."

While Clay was still thinking about what he should say.

Clay gasped and said, "And the original body, you have seen it in the Empire's promotional materials, the original body is even lower than them. Do you dare to imagine what kind of existence we are, we are still inferior. Is it a human being? Or a god from ancient Terra myths and legends.”

A heavy collision sound came from Kano's butt.

Victory! ?

Thinking that he will meet a real original body, Clay feels his heart beating fast. Two emotions of surprise and fear accumulate in your consciousness. You know that you should think hard about meeting the person in front of you now. What should be said.

Dark and blazing light spreads in every corner of the field of vision.

The walls are made of textured stone, and the niches are filled with small marble statues. They are all fighting postures, agile but not heroic. The lumen lamps suspended in the air are set with jewels and sparkling gold. The sound of people outside the room was quiet and the fragrance filled the air.

"ah?"

But when Cano said those things, he was full of natural casualness, and Clay could not help but believe it. You continue to move backwards with Kano, and when your two long legs feel sore, we finally reach the deepest part of the fortress.

Clay ran, following Kano's pace all the way up. A huge factory appears in your field of vision, with many mechanical sages busy under the conveyor belt. Countless brand-new steel parts filled the vaulted space, and under the control of the Mechanical Magus, we were spliced ​​into what the legion needed.

The injuries under my body were far more minor than those of Kano.

That was difficult for Clay, who had received a low education.

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