Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 106 Three Primarchs, Common Goal (Please order)

Deep in the colonial spaceship of the Golden Age, in the terrifying medical laboratory. There was old and fresh blood everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent chemical smell of formalin. The strip light embedded in the wall flickered under the unstable current supply, and its light was dyed dark red because it was stained with blood.

"Brother, I didn't mean it."

Arcana gasped and said to the Iron Warrior Captain in front of him in a helpless yet humorous tone, "Although I beat you hard, I did it for your own good. If you can still wake up, I wish I could hear you say thank you."

As he said that, Arcana punched forward fiercely.

boom!

The leader of the Trident Council, Captain Harker of the Iron Warriors, known as the "Fighter", was hit in the head by Arcana's powerful punch.

His helmet exploded, and his nose hung limply on the face that was always full of anger.

Arcana could feel the shattering of bones and flesh. Blood spurted out from the torn face. The shape of the nose was almost invisible. Under the blood and various mucus secretions, the terrible face made people feel... Feeling frightened, Huck shook twice, and then fell to the ground, with a dull sound like a mountain collapsing.

No time to rest.

In Arcana's gray sight, an Astartes wearing scarlet armor rushed toward him at the end of the corridor. The mist that dispersed in the cabin was torn apart, and the light green ripples of subspace fluctuations remained on the steel ground.

"He doesn't have any ordinary potential." The Li family said in surprise, "When did he awaken to that ability?"

"That way you can find the source of the storm."

"You have no news from outside." The Lord of Steel, Thousand Son Petu, said.

"These are less than a hundred fully armed Genust, not even a dozen think tanks..." Kalenas said in surprise, "What on earth did we encounter?"

"But you don't have a few months until Arcana becomes stable."

"We haven't responded to messages for a long time." Saint Asta said gloomily, "Your heirs are in danger."

I pushed back with a heavy shoulder.

"You really thought he was good at fighting just now." Magnu said with a smile in the communication channel.

Carrenas studied the ever-changing patterns under the sphere. The undulating storm backs and unbalanced magnetism reminded me of a deep and turbulent ocean. The energy flow around the sphere was slightly disrupted, and what should have been an irregular, one-way pattern now became uneven and stable.

"Of course," said Carrenas, "you're impressed."

"This is just compared to him." Labo said calmly.

Kalenas nodded, and as the lines of the howling storm gathered in my mind, I saw fewer patterns appearing.

"Do you remember the Golden Age colonial spaceship he told you later? It was buried among the ruins of the ancient Zalukin. The first city of Arcana was built under the ruins of the spaceship."

The capital of Giles, the fortress of Samaeus.

"Damn, that guy is wrong!"

"Surely you can develop an inversion algorithm that can break those flowing mathematical principles..."

"Man-made?" Petuchenzi said. "No one would do that on purpose."

Although we had no disputes or conflicts with each other in the past, now we can still fight together for the same goal in the name of blood relatives, and that's not enough.

Magnu pushed a rising Blood Angel under the wall, "That's an instinct you were born with!"

Li Jiaye turned back briefly.

The Lord of Steel said with a gloomy face, "You also want to know who is in charge of all that behind the scenes. No matter who it is, what it does today has violated the glory of the emperor. It will definitely be punished. award."

"You thought he would stop you." Kalenas seemed uninterested.

A hug, a ritual.

We either unite or combine with my storms to form super weak, super violent and devastating natural disasters.

Psykers?

"Will they disobey your advice?" Petu Thousand Sons asked, and got the answer to the question from the awkward smiles of the two originals. "He sees that your weakness in such a situation will only make the problem more exciting, and..."

"You knew they would make that choice." The Petuli family sighed and nodded.

"You hate his flattery." Li Jiaye focused all his attention on the perception of the surrounding environment. I extended my body and imagined that I was the flowing wind and the surging fog, so these things moving around The Li family Yeites all appeared in my consciousness.

Kalenas took a moment to digest the information from the Thousand Sons of Pettu.

Looking at Labo's feet, there are also several Gnust's bodies.

St. Asta also found clues in it. Mathematics is also a part of art. It should be coordinated and natural, but some of the variables are less artificial and interfere with the uncanny beauty.

"What's going on, brother?" Labo walked towards Magnu's direction.

Magnu stepped back and took the blade from Qin Shuo's hand after he regained his composure.

I recognized the brother's name from the logo on his armor. He was a warrior from the Seventh Order of Bawei. When Magnust first became Gnust, he had never fought with that guy. But I swear, Magnus has never been so brutal.

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Pertu Qianzi picked up my hammer from under the workbench.

"You can use the communication equipment to contact us, and you can also contact us through mental means."

"That's random."

"He saved the ship. But its wreckage now completely blocks one-eighth of Gilles' platform."

The huge force shook Gnust's cerebellum, Magnust's body twitched, and a mental shock from the Li family took advantage of the opportunity to enter. Magnus loosened his hands, and Magnust collapsed to the ground.

Karenas was shocked, "So, even if you save the Light of Dawn, a small number of people will still die."

But the current situation is indeed like that. "Petuo Qianzi said, "You have no spare spaceships, and it turns out that you don't have enough time to save us."

"Did his calculations go wrong?"

Rabo had some guesses in his mind, and I buried that matter deep in my heart.

Saint Astra didn't say anything, but nodded seriously.

"You saw something." I said, "There are some natural things in the depths of the flow."

"When we are hit hard, the spirit can recover briefly." Rabo's voice came, accompanied by the sound of Li Jiayate falling to the ground, "That is not the opportunity you need to seize, and communicate with us in retreat, persuade us to choose to give up, to continue to be manipulated by this evil existence hidden in the spacecraft."

"Not seventy-one yet." Rabo replied.

"He is wrong in every way. "

The moment my spirit touched Serre just now, a fierce bloody impulse counterattacked. If Labo had not experienced 444 times of extreme mental pressure when he became Gnust, I would have almost lost my mind and retreated to kill the enemy.

Li's stable pace was disturbed and stumbled. A small part of the swordsmanship master's skills were in keeping his footsteps and distance. My disordered pace meant that there was an error in controlling the distance, which meant that the chance of winning appeared behind Magnus.

"One bad news, one good news." Carenas shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe he is a genius, but brother, he obviously has no talent under humor." Magnus exclaimed.

"You plan to go with them. "Petuo Qianzi said.

Such an injury is enough to kill him in an instant, but for Li Jiayate, such an injury is still very minor, but not fatal. People can be generalized, and every Gnust has two hearts driving that huge body.

However...

Petuo Qianzi said, "Just like erasing a pencil drawing with an eraser, your warriors disappeared before retreating into this spaceship called "Xitan", without causing any ripples. "

Or... some kind of potential genetic defect?

"You have not lost many companions who need to be saved." Magnus continued to look back, searching for these opponents hidden in the white darkness.

"How is that possible? "

Li Jiaye suddenly panicked. Almost instinctively, I wanted to let the soldiers of my legion know about the abnormality under Brother Sere. I hit Sere's head hard and collided with it. The sound of metal distortion was audible.

Li Jiaye was still struggling, and more blood spurted out of my chest.

Even though he could see what Brother Sere's face looked like, Li Jiaye could also keenly judge that it was not just a complicated manipulation.

"No." A flash of anger flashed across Petu Qianzi's face, "It should be so, but some basic things have not changed. "A kind of joy is ravaging your body and mind, your spine is like being mercifully forged under pressure, and your thoughts become as sticky and clear as glue. You love your offspring deeply, and you can't help but watch us get safe while you stay out of it. But in comparison, the color of the 17th Legion is brighter red, and the armor of the 4th Legion is set off by gold, which looks more elegant and noble. "It's a pity. "Petuo Qianzi said, "The sage of the Mechanicus told you that it will take at most eight to seven days for us to be able to function again. Even if new landing facilities have not been built in the city, only one in eight people can escape successfully in your worst estimate." "You know the specific reason, but he can't come and see it himself." ... The idea was so incredible that when he came to the conclusion, Sheng Li Jiaye himself felt that he was not too confident. "You will find us." Carenas promised, exhaling a breath of cold air, "No matter what, you will not abandon any of your descendants."

Pertu Qianzi called up the eight-dimensional view of Lijiaye's port facilities. The Dawn Light was lying intact under the landing platform. Its keel was cracked, and the gap under the hull exposed the iron viscera of the ship. Under the command of the members of the Mechanicus, the Iron Warriors swarmed down and cut it open like a hunter cutting a slaughtered whale.

Pertu Qianzi started the question, "So, now it's the seventh question."

Magnus thrust the power sword into Qin Shuo's heart, and blood spurted out.

"Those storms move like music or deep ocean currents, but they are the result of natural interactions. Those storms are... man-made."

"Maybe one day the tiny Magnus will fall, but if it does, it will be outside."

Carenas stepped back from the command desk, shaking the glowing planetarium, and drank up the information. I let the incoming tide of the magnetic storm and the flowing whirlwind wash over me.

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"This is to make you focus, to think about other things randomly." Magnus said, "The closer you are to failure, the more difficult it is to be careless and lead to failure."

Our movements are unpredictable, and each one is changing direction randomly.

The roar and the sound of teeth grinding came from the helmet.

"..."

"You were gone, but now you are gone."

Petuli took his eyes away from Carenas indifferently, "Yes, both are good news."

"Yes, what's there."

Magnus stepped forward.

"Awakening?"

It must be the words of Fang Erren.

"Let you leave as soon as possible, go quickly and come back quickly." Saint Astra placed his right hand on the left shoulder of the Lord of Steel and his left hand on the right shoulder of Carenas. After a moment of determination, Li Jiayes also stretched out his hands, and then it was Petu Li Jiaye.

Li Jiaye stared at the Blood Angel lying on the ground without thinking.

"Is that Li Jiaye's magnetic field model?"

Bang!

Saint Astra said, your attention was not distracted by the quarrel between the two Primarchs, and you have been focusing on the problem itself from beginning to end. Under data analysis, Saint Astra may be like Petu Thousand Sons and Carenas, but the Primarch's wisdom still ensures that you can reach the level of genius in any aspect.

Li Jiayes said, "Take back what you said just now."

Li Jia's swordsmanship master flew out in a controlled manner, smashing a dent in the wall, and cracks spread under the ancient metal.

The Primarch of the Iron Warriors swept away the image of Li Jiaye Airport and replaced it with an image of a storm. Countless whirlwind-like storms were rotating under the volume of the sphere, growing and multiplying at a terrifying speed and fierce power.

The one who was buffering towards Aka was a Qin Shuo. His sword followed him. Even when he was being manipulated, he was still a swordsman with very low attainments. But my intention was too obvious. Li Jiaye could tell that the power sword in the other party's hand was aimed at his throat, trying to cut off his head.

A psychic wave came from under the Tianshi Li Jia, spreading inward in the form of ripples. Under the influence of psychic power, Qin Shuo's spirit fell into a deep sleep. I continued to struggle, and was nailed to the wall by the long sword, with my feet slightly suspended in the air.

He kicked up fiercely and kicked the body of the Iron Warrior like a sandbag.

The paintwork of the 17th Legion and the 4th Legion is mainly red.

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