Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 140 No one can refuse Sanguinius (please order)

"Bawei Er?"

Ladoron nodded slightly, "It's time to go back."

His character is serious, but not cold. He is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

Now that I have been away from my hometown for many years and fighting abroad, it is indeed time to go back and take a look.

Even Space Marines, the Emperor's Angels of Death, cannot always remain alert and in a state of combat. As long as they are human, they need to relax, otherwise big problems will occur.

Even the Primarchs were like this, like Perturabo...

Radolon planned the warp route on the display screen in front of him, and Sanguinius' eyes paused slightly on it.

"Stop at the Forge World of Corcyra."

Sanguinius spoke.

Duran is a world with advanced civilization, and some of its weapons are even more advanced than the empire.

The time of fighting for the empire is far longer than that of Saint Corcyra.

Unexpected.

The two shook hands.

Astaron said, "Except for the majority of the Salamanders, we are the legion that values ​​mortals and is willing to fight and die for them."

After the battle.

"There is definitely no news of taking a step back. Remember to tell you, your dear think tank." Santa Corsila said to Cano.

"What did he see in the vision?"

In low-Earth orbit, Santa Corcyra also saw the fleet of another expeditionary legion.

The Ninth Legion collected a large amount of debris from the battlefield, and perhaps some useless information can be obtained through the structure of those debris.

If the benefits are sufficient, those oil guys would even dare to study hateful intelligence right under Xiang Xian's nose. The rules are not a joke to us.

Whether it is speed or the defensive capabilities of the battleship, the Duran battleship surpasses the ordinary battleships of the empire in all aspects.

"The meaning is that our regiment is quite satisfactory in all aspects. It is not similar to the Ultramarines, but we do not have the number and equipment of the 18th Regiment." Xiang Xianxinglong replied.

"It's been a long time since I've seen General Azkes, but he's been bad lately." Sheng Xiangxianxing smiled and said hello.

Otherwise, the Wolf King would not be in a tough fight.

This impression became even more profound, especially before the Emperor saw the fighting styles of the Wolves and the Dark Angels.

He is a mirror of the physical universe.

Wars fought across the galaxy can have repercussions on the other side of the galaxy through the Warp.

My body of steel looks even smaller than that of Sheng Xiangxian. I hold a scepter with a huge pinion in my hand, and I am wearing a gorgeous red and gold robe. The cracks sparkled with luster, and the smell of holy oil and incense filled the air.

"The Eleventh Legion..." Saint Corsila thought for a moment before speaking, "You seem to have heard a lot of news that has nothing to do with us."

"has a problem."

General Azkes was like a giant steel dragon with no wings, crawling in the dry ground. His small but ferocious body was intimidating.

The second is Duran's battleship.

"Is he still thinking about the war under the Emperor, mourning for these innocent people?" Saint Corsila opened a small bag of potato chips and reached out to rub Kano's head.

"Your smile reminds you of this time in your mortal life." General Xiangxingsi spoke in a loud mechanical voice, "You are ecstatic to see you, the man of Ohm Messiah."

"Really, you are such a god-like warrior, and we have also inherited your ugliness." Clay replied seriously.

Legions can be passed down from generation to generation.

The coffee outside the cup almost spilled inside, so I quickly turned off the video behind the meeting.

Saint Corcyra visited the small hall for a week.

The Mechanicus is at a stage where technological innovation is unclear.

"He who has a face."

——

Kano turned around and nodded slightly towards the little angel behind him.

You have long hair cut short. You are wearing a military green navy uniform on your lower body, slim trousers of the same color on your upper body, and riding boots on your feet. You look clean and neat. After a period of training, my figure also looked thin, but lacked some obvious muscle curvature.

"Thank you for taking care of me. Everything is fine." Compared to the years of being forgotten under the Dawn Star, Clay was very satisfied with his new life under the Red Tear.

"Click."

It is inevitable that the Forge World will encounter pollution, but the ships coming and going in low-Earth orbit have not yet extended directly from the atmosphere, making the entire planet look full of vitality.

But similarly, the Mechanicus does not have a flexible bottom line.

Clay was holding a monitor watching the battle videos of the Gillests.

"That is indeed rare." Saint Corcyra sighed.

On the other hand, the Tarki Forge World is far away from the sky, and the Mechanicus is not a completely unified force. Where there are no people, there is no world, and there are various factions within the Mechanicus. The Tarki Forge World, under the rule of General Colchis, naturally does not have its own set of unique rules.

There are two main things that impressed Sanguinius the most.

The Red Tears appeared in the sky under Xiang Xianxing's forging world.

more importantly.

Saint Corcyra asked thoughtfully, "Doesn't that name have any ordinary meaning?"

therefore,

Azkis, the foundry general of Tarki World, had not retreated and waited outside.

But the Primarch will eventually leave, sooner or later, but it can be avoided.

And the current situation is different from the past.

See you for a while.

"The Legion is the body, the Primarch is the soul."

Saint Corsila himself possesses extremely weak psychic talents.

You let out a loud scream.

The crimson storm bird swooped upward, passed through the clouds, and hovered in the gray sky above the small ground, before landing briefly under an empty parking lot.

According to the rules.

You can even see the white frost marks left by the compressed gas leaking inward.

But when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

A few standard Terran months ago.

Therefore, it took almost no time, and the details of the cooperation were successfully finalized after some discussions.

"That's the battleship of the Eleventh Legion." Astaron appeared in front of Saint Corsila, stared at the tattered battleship behind him, and said loudly.

Saint Corsila raised his head and looked around, and saw nearby Carnot gazing at the scenery through the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

Boom!

The Fourth Legion provides shelter to the Star World and exchanges technology for war resources, while the Tarki Forge World is responsible for analyzing the degradation of the Emperor's war machinery to ensure that these new equipment can be used in future wars as quickly as possible. among.

When Sheng Xiangxianxing appeared in front of Clay, Clay was obviously shocked.

Duran is on the northern side of the empire, while the Emperor is on the southern side.

At this moment, the Fourth Legion fleet is far away from Duran, but there is no precise concept of time and space in the subspace.

Clay is accessible.

For us, watching those videos is not a part of our daily entertainment.

Astaron replied, "The Eleventh Legion was also called the Legion of Faced Ones at some time, just like you were later called Ghosts. It was a nickname that lacked the characteristics of the Legion."

A legion wants to develop rapidly.

"little angel…"

"In the early years when Ran Dan unified Terra, the Legion of Faced Ones was locked in a bitter battle with the biochemically modified warlords in the Albia region of Lower Terra. Although we achieved the ultimate defeat, we also paid heavy casualties, and the size of the legion was small. It has shrunk in magnitude and has not recovered from the severe damage to this day.”

"How's your life lately?"

Before having a brief conversation with La Shaolong.

At this time, the world of Tarki had just been recaptured by the empire and was in a state of exhaustion.

The floor of the conference room is paved with a solid piece of obsidian, and is surrounded by frosted glass for seven weeks. Behind it is a huge canyon, and outside the canyon is a super-small arsenal with full firepower. From a distance, it looks like non-scalding lava flowing outside the river, and the sound of heavy hammers hitting metal is soul-stirring.

"Some illusions caused by subspace." Kano frowned and thought, "You are sure that those illusions have no specific meaning."

Needless to say, life in subspace is boring and safe.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine.

It takes a long time for a technology to mature and be put into actual use. Moreover, privately modifying the God of All Machines' machinery will be regarded as heresy and will be punished.

The battleship's armor was covered with bullet marks that were sharply dented upwards, as well as traces of flames and laser melting.

But you have not developed enough of that power. Every power is accompanied by a curse, and conventional means are enough to deal with the enemies you face.

"It sounds like they didn't have the same experience as the Salamander Legion." Saint Corcyra said.

The sky is gray and the whole world is filled with the smell of desolation and smoke.

"Maybe it's because of the war that happened in Duran."

Xiang Xianxinglong is one of the first batch of Gillest warriors.

Without the powerful firepower provided by the First Legion, it would not be easy to overcome Duran's planetary defenses.

Saint Corsila stuffed the potato chips out of her mouth and tilted her head, "What's the reason for this?"

The general became more bloated, smaller, and more inhuman.

"Although the training is very hard, everyone is wrong." Clay stuck out his tongue and replied, "And it's very eye-catching."

"Maybe..." Saint Corsila looked at his descendant, but did not say the rest of the words.

Kano replied thoughtfully, "I know it is your illusion. The subspace seems to have become more active and chaotic than before."

Under the leadership of General Xiang Xianxingsi, we came to the conference room of the foundry hall.

"You haven't seen the things you brought back from the Emperor's battlefield." General Colchis took the initiative to say, "Ohm Messiah is here, it will take some time to complete the reverse deconstruction. Yes, The heavy ordnance and equipment you need are not ready for you yet.”

The little angel's slightly helpless face was reflected under the white screen, "He is so relaxed. Proper rest is a good thing."

Does anyone agree? Saint Corcyra!

"Blood, white wings, burning flames, ghost ships that have not yet been dyed red by blood..."

They are low-level talents within the legion, so the situation will naturally be much worse.

The next time you visit the forge world of Tarki, the war with the orc warlords has just begun. The Fourth and Fourteenth Legions, led by the two Primarchs, shattered the Ork Battle Moon and beheaded the Ork Emperor.

Astaron stared at his mother's back and said without any affection, "The legion is not broken until the original body returns. At least, that's the case for a small number of legions."

But the people present were all superhuman warriors or mechanical sages, so that kind of temperature would not make people feel comfortable.

I never had the wrong name, but never the wrong nickname.

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The air temperature is so low that it can even distort your vision slightly.

Clay looked on with great interest.

The bad thing is that without the help of Geller's position, the environment inside the battleship can still remain stable.

The Red Tears sets sail.

As Saint Corcyra approaches.

"Eye-catching?"

On the one hand, the original body's status is low enough that it can handle even unexpected situations.

This fleet is painted gray and is not small in scale. There are only about a dozen battle barges and cruisers. It should be a battle company in the legion that has been separated to perform tasks.

"No, but absolutely," Cano replied.

There are not many servants and workers under the Red Tears.

"Um."

Astaron thought for a while and replied, "Yes, the Fire Dragon Lord is one of the first few Primarchs to return. You have witnessed my glory on the battlefield, and you have also witnessed me and my descendants. Hug each other in the glory of defeat, but the original body of the Faced Ones Legion has not returned, and there is no news to this day.”

"Um."

But things are much worse now.

"The name Faced One doesn't sound weird, but in reality, based on your impression, the characters of the soldiers of the Eleventh Legion are quite wrong."

"There's really no resemblance."

It is by no means a one-size-fits-all matter, and all aspects need to be considered.

The emperor's pale halo shone on my body, making me look worried.

A few months have passed, and Clay has lost some traces of training.

When it creates ripples in the subspace.

You also see Clay out there.

La Shaolong said that the forge world of Tarki was under the route to Baweqi.

Clay scratched his head and stood up from the chair with a smile on his face.

One of them is naturally Duran's Skarbin mechanical army. Its fully armed power armor allows ordinary people to have powerful offensive and defensive capabilities to compete with the Astartes.

It is easy to stay in the Forge World, and a slight change of course can satisfy the little angel's requirements.

"Mother."

Sheng Xiang Xianxing laughed, "Thank you for the compliment."

Sheng Xiangxianxing himself was not too affected.

Those warships had obviously gone through a brutal battle.

Astaron added loudly.

Unexpected.

Look from a distance.

In a physical sense.

We will never have the chance to leave that battleship in our lifetime. We were born under the Red Tears and died under the Red Tears.

The chaotic and treacherous waves bring less safety to long-distance navigation. Sometimes, you can even see the ferocious reflection of the devil flashing through the window.

In some of the least traumatized places.