Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 118 Unyielding Truth

"Really?"

The wolf king's eyes lit up, like two bright lights in the darkness: "Then let's talk about the first thing first."

"You..."

Sanguinius let go of the hand holding Kili, and her pale golden brows frowned.

With a look of crying and laughing on her face, she said, "My brother, you don't have a lot of things to tell me, right? If so, even I can't guarantee that I can do it."

"It's okay, it's easy."

The wolf king casually reached out and patted the archangel's shoulder.

"The first thing is also the most important thing." He put his hands together, his expression became solemn, with unprecedented seriousness: "In the subspace engine room of the Duran Hunter battleship, you should have seen what happened inside."

The wolf king said, "I hope you don't tell anyone."

"Including our father?"

It's a pity that it might be so difficult to take action last time.

For the former, he can't directly locate the coordinates, plan the route, and then go to his destination with Xiaodan. However, if he wanted to travel among the stars, he could only risk passing through the warp - even without the protection of Geller's position, the warp was still a sea with low winds and gentle waves, and it was unpredictable.

These known worlds marked on the star map were just scattered spots attached to the deep white dark mines, flashing a faint light in the white darkness. However, thousands of years ago, if we trace back to the golden age of developed civilization, humans once knew tens of millions of ways to cross to the lower sky.

You raised your head, and a wonderful feeling emerged in your heart.

Liman Cuixia nodded, gritted his teeth and said, "But it was useless."

The time spent sailing in the warp was not wasted.

This is because you can understand his difficulties... Saint Astra lamented in his heart that the white dark blood thirst hidden in the Blood Angels is more difficult than the difficulties faced by the Space Wolves. And to this day, Saint Cuixia has not found a solution to cure the blood thirst.

So far.

"You are okay, you don't like to see rivers of blood, especially when facing humans." Saint Astra said in a heavy voice, "But you are sure whether your Durans are willing to make concessions. We also desire honor and drink the blood of the enemy..."

In the front is Arcana, a warrior from the primitive tribe of Catachan, who is also degenerating towards the weakest posture.

By piecing together the dreams seen by the navigators and the crazy nightmares of the Astropath Choir.

Saint Astra said, "So, he is hope."

I said in a heavy voice, "He is so bad to you."

The Space Wolves are responsible for the capture and interrogation of the commanders, but in that war, because of the genetic mutation of the Wolf Group, all the captured personnel were brutally killed by the Wolves. It is naturally possible to get the exact coordinates of Russ from the commander.

It is the Austere Purification

"Now it's the seventh thing." The Heir said, "That thing is about Rus."

"Yes."

No doubt.

"War is avoidable..."

"But since he hasn't told you those things in person."

The warships of the two legions sailed out of the warp, and the mother planet of the Rus civilization appeared behind us.

That illusory ocean may completely destroy the warships.

"Yes."

"Enough, that's not enough."

"The only reason we didn't attack you is that we haven't taken care of ourselves. Your brothers caught up with you-you haven't seen these Imperial warships that are fighting." As the little angel spoke, a few seconds ago, the identification codes of the warships ended up floating under the divination box, and their names jumped out one after another.

"Hmm."

The warriors of the two legions had no victory or defeat, but some Gillisters with top strength also became famous in the process.

"Huh..."

And,

After a while, the wolves burst into cheers and howled loudly.

"Your elder sister, get ready to cooperate with you to launch an attack!" The son's powerful and heavy howl sounded in the communication channel, bombarding the little angel's eardrums like rolling thunder. But Saint Asta suddenly realized that it was right.

We hit each other with savage force, completely letting go of our hands and feet, and the fierce look almost wanted to kill each other. It was a fight between the warriors of the two legions, and naturally it was infused with emotions such as honor, faith, and responsibility. No matter who it was, losing to the opponent in such an arena in front of the two legion warriors would be a huge shame.

If it weren't for the Wolf Regiment priests and the Blood Angels' watchers who took care of every battle, Gilles would definitely die in that savage beating. But every fight would make the wolves and angels slower, weaker, and more sensitive.

I have fought hundreds of battles in the Wolf's Arena and never lost a single battle, not even a single wound left on my body. I have defeated even the weakest of opponents with my calm and composed demeanor. My only victory came against an Angel, my own Primarch.

The Iron Priests of the Wild Wolf and the accompanying Mechanicus Sages had to spend a small amount of time collecting the wreckage of battleships and space fortresses, hoping to dig out the information we need.

Just like that before going through a long subspace voyage.

"The old night was too long, and the people of Rus were ruled by a tyrant. We have not forgotten the glory of the past. What returned to the expedition fleet was not peace and hope, but the head of the commander, and us Video of brutal torture.”

The first step of the Wanwai Long March has finally been taken.

"You hope that you can personally chop off the head of the tyrant Russ and take the credit." The son said, "The anger of the wolf group can never be quelled, but it cannot be short-lived through the blood of the enemy and the sweet mead. Of restraint, you and your Durans need that head."

A few seconds ago, the two bodies separated. The Wolf King had a huge white eye circle under his face, but his mouth was smiling like a cunning wild wolf who had succeeded in his own way. Treachery. I finally touched the angel's wings. They were firm and soft, and indeed much less comfortable to touch than the wolf fur of Cherith and Kuwaiqi.

In order to achieve failure, we use all means and come up with techniques to win at the bottom of the box.

The Redemptive Fire

Conquering it would be considered the first step of the Wanwai Long March. Only without actually finding the exact coordinates of the Russ civilization in the galaxy would the war between the two civilizations be considered truly over. It is not difficult to find the coordinates from the nearly scrapped Russ Hunter-Killer battleship.

Zi Si scratched his head in confusion, "What's going on?"

The Wild Wolves and the Blood Angels spent another whole week planning their retreat, but it was not easy to transform the obscure galaxy mapping into a small and usable subspace passage, even for the space wild. Wolves also have to restrain their desire to kill and act cautiously.

The little angel caressed Cherith's neck, and Kuwaiqi also twisted his hips and groaned, putting his head into the angel's arms, willing to come out. Little Angel said, "We are eager to make a commander fall into anger, so that we may be able to find the mistakes in the strategy."

With the joint efforts of the two legions, we finally obtained the exact coordinates of the Russ civilization from a scrapped spacecraft.

But it's still too late.

"You want to touch his wings." Cui Xia opened her mouth excitedly and said coyly. Before she finished speaking, she pounced towards her sister. My movements were too slow and too swift, like a wild wolf under the Fenwais Icefield, and Saint Asta had no time to react.

The Yeni Galaxy is just an outpost of Cuixia Civilization.

My strength was actually at the top among the ruthless and bloodthirsty Fourth Legion. But before the little angel returned, Garnet ended his crazy training and threw himself into every war with a crazy attitude. My war and fighting skills were tempered in the flames of war and grew rapidly.

"Um?"

After the return of the Angels to the Fourth Legion, I had yet to earn myself a reputation as a Flesh Tearer with hundreds of defeats in the dueling arenas of Warhounds.

The Blade of Numarc

Sanguinius looked into the Wolf King's eyes and said: "I and my descendants will keep this matter buried in our hearts until the end of life or the end of time. No one will know about it."

What's more, you are holding two huge wild wolves in your arms.

"Thanks."

It was not an easy choice to make, though Sanguinius knew the Wolf King's difficulties. She thought for a moment, and finally nodded seriously, "I promise you, Ruth."

Zi Si shrugged his shoulders and grinned: "You are always angry and want to fight. Ah, your energy is too strong. The thoughts of fighting and war have never been calmed down in your mind. So our measurement is of no use to you."

Ruth's face relaxed.

"The forces of the two legions appeared in the sky below Russ, but they were not intercepted."

"We're eager to piss him off in that way."

The Riemann heir grinned, with a weak yet energetic smile on his face, "Now is the first thing."

It is rare to retreat for joint operations, and some members of the Blood Angels will retreat to discuss with the warriors of the Wolf Regiment.

The little angel said, "That's very unusual."

However, the surging tide may also carry the warship up, completely deviate from the original channel, and roll it to an unknown place.

Companies of the Blood Angels were responsible for the retreat assault on the Warp Engine.

"Of course." The little angel said with a smile, "Perfect control of emotions is the most basic quality of a commander."

——————

Although the retreat was peaceful, there was no problem in the process, and the fleet retreated smoothly in the subspace. When the Glory King-class battleship Red Tears passed through the junction of subspace and the material world, the hull shook and creaked as if caught by a furious underwater storm.

Saint Asta smiled and said, "Before you return to the Red Tears, you will try to persuade the Durans. But you can guarantee that you will succeed."

Nothing is the same.

Members of the Adeptus Mechanicus repaired the ships that had been damaged by the war. Slaves cleaned the dirty decks and repainted them with shiny golden paint. The soldiers also vented their strong energy under the duel stone.

The Wolf King's tone was fierce, but my gray eyes were burning with enough anger to make the original body feel safe, "At the end, it was the military power under the expedition fleet, and then it was slowly upgraded to Cuixia Binte, and the entire space wilderness The wolves were mobilized.

Navigating the galaxy and trekking under the planet are exactly the same thing.

Unfortunately.

In the end, with the Blood Angels and Space Wolves making bad plans, things were far from simple as they are now.

Every savage blow and broken bone elicited a flood of cheers, while victory was met with merciless ridicule and crude invective. The culture of the wolf group is vividly displayed in the duel arena. Only the weak will be insulted. Even these Gilleste warriors who are not the wolf group can also take this opportunity to gain the favor of the wild wolves.

"Yeah?"

At this time, the magnificent Ark was galloping across the galaxy, drawing a detailed and detailed star map.

"However, your good intentions were misconstrued by Dohwa."

In order to save time and slow down the retreat of the small expedition, the Little Angel seconded some of the lower-level members of the Mechanicus who were affiliated with the Blood Angels.

Such as Amit.

Saint Asta was thrown to the ground by the Wolf King.

The battle under the Duel Stone was so calm and brutal.

It was an ugly planet, as scarlet as blood, covered with steel and iron underneath, mixed with rugged rocks. It was an over-industrialized planet. A huge circular orbital station and other larger orbital stations are rapidly orbiting it.

Not to mention Garnet, the 17th Captain of the Blood Angels.

"He knows that your legion is caught in a bitter battle in that galaxy. The empire's expedition fleet dispatched the Lieutenant Commander to retreat and negotiate with Russ's fleet. At the end, they hope to use a peaceful plan to make Russ Civilization returns to Terra's rule."

His cheeks puffed out, he stuck out his tongue, and looked at his sister with a gentle expression.

It took you a small amount of time to smash down our damn wall, during that time. Every minute and every second, thousands of messages are translated into Gothic and broadcast among the fleet, degrading and insulting you and the soldiers in your hands. "

——The Invincible Reason

Saint Cui Xiabin heard a series of good laughter coming from Zisi's throat.

The inner desire to kill was completely released.

Although the Little Expedition has not yet brought to light the countless lost ancient knowledge, the outline of the Milky Way is about to be explored and blurred by humans. But worlds that can establish the dawn of civilization in the cold and merciless white starry sky, such as Terra and Ultramar, are just a handful.

But it must be said that Russ’s battleship is really fucking tough!

Humanity's understanding of the vast galaxy is only a drop in the ocean.

"..."

The Wolf King nodded, "Including our father."

Some of the wolves who fell into my hands called them bloodthirsty angels.

boom!