Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 151 Sanguinius, the Succubus of the Empire (please order)

Chapter 150 Sanguinius, the Succubus of the Empire (please order)

Boom!

With a violent jolt, the connection between subspace and the real universe was torn apart.

The resplendent and huge hull of the Red Tears emerged from the vast crimson ocean. Unstable electromagnetic force fields collided with each other, covering the warship's ceramic armor and plastic metal with a layer of orange flowing flames. The polished metal shines in the flames.

The tactical command deck of the Red Tear.

The angel spread her wings, and her attendants were arranging her armor.

The silver chains, gold ornaments, and expensive jewelry hanging on the wings were carefully removed.

The pieces of forged steel that have been hammered and tempered cover the body piece by piece with a loud snapping sound, and are finally combined into a natural whole under the ingenious skills of the craftsmen.

The armor design of this ship, named Pride of the King, is complex.

There are thousands of parts all over the body.

Coupled with the inconvenience caused by the wings on the angel's back, it is almost impossible for the angel himself to wear the armor with his own strength.

What's even more satisfying is that I actually didn't hide anything from myself.

Flix stood firm for a long time, a smile moving down his iron-white face.

This is the first time.

The little angel's cold and soft fingertips touched heavily under Haier's dark face and passed by.

In the world of Corcyra, in order to protect the civilians of the Forge World, tens of thousands of Space Marines advanced to face the Orks of the entire galaxy, and suffered heavy losses.

"It's such a cold winter in Fenwais, you gathering outside is not a waste of time at all!"

St. Sveyne did not think of blaming Kano, just like Yolin had the same status to the Wolf King.

Kano exhaled heavily, and I replied with a pale face, "What's the matter? You're bad."

La Shaolong's serious voice came from in front of him, "Kao Weichenli of the First Legion, the lower-level members of the same legion have not yet held a large welcome party under the flagship of Dark Angel, Qu Zhenli, you guys Are you ready to go back?"

Vaughn's little door swung open.

"Father is very bad." Nomin replied with a smile, "Your legion is being forged by me into a weapon of war. You have learned a lot from me in the past few decades."

"He is not a lion king. He is not qualified to issue condescending orders to the Shadow Moon Stone System. You have brought all the elites of the company. That power is for him to squander."

A pair of ice-white wings, and then the mother's worried face.

"Is Vulkan bad lately?"

That thing is certain.

The bloody faces stared at the sky, with hatred in their pure white eyes.

Next, the war machinery equipped is also more sophisticated and has stronger firepower.

The heir replied proudly, "In those years when I was buried in fear, countless enemies of the empire died under your iron claws."

"Kano!"

"Canglang Mushiluo, his father left him alone outside?"

The golden battle armor envelops the angel's terrifying glory.

Abaddon sat under Vaughn's narrow chair, his braid sticking up like a thick sugar cane, looking like an old god.

A strange hissing sound came from the surging mist, and hideous mechanical limbs emerged from the mist.

——

But you know why.

Even the original body had to raise his head slightly to see the face of the tactically fearful figure.

"By the way, where is the heir?"

In the shadows behind Nomine, a huge scarlet Tactical Dread mecha came out of the white darkness. The ground shook slightly with its movement, and the sound of the heavy steel engine echoed in the closed and bright room.

St. Sven said loudly, "Did you think he would become like that?"

Even if the original body is recovered.

St. Wei Chenli looked at the white-faced warrior behind him who was wearing dark green armor and had a salamander lining tied around his waist.

Sheng Wei Chenli patted Kano's shoulder heavily and nodded to La Shaolong before turning around.

The wolf master of the Space Wolves, Wolf M Shiluo, was squatting in the shadow of the corner, his thick arms hanging naturally. I was panting violently like a bloodthirsty beast, sniffing the air with the iron-ringed nose for all kinds of things outside. Body odor.

The male Valkyrie with wings on his back and wearing golden armor walked from the dark corridor.

I was the first pure-blood human that Saint Wei Chenli saw before she woke up from the incubation chamber.

"The Lion King says you don't have any ordinary charm."

Awaiman is the chief think tank of the Thousand Sons Legion, the founder of the White Crow School, and a minor master in the use of psychic powers.

so,

"Kahn, you have often heard your Haiers mention him. We all say that he is a strong warrior and a decisive leader. During the years of the Little Expedition, he won many honors for the Legion." Saint Svet En stretched out his hand towards Kahn, his tone and expression filled with excitement.

Saint Sven smiled and nodded. Your words revealed intimacy and respect.

I stood up from Vaughn's bench, the smile on my face was obvious, and I bowed slightly towards the little angel, "I haven't seen you for a long time. The glory under you is even greater than before."

After Vulkan returned to the Salamander Legion.

The Fourth Army and the Seventeenth Army were assigned to fight on the most brutal and good battlefields.

"You're out there."

"You heard that he achieved many achievements in his little expedition. I hope that time will wear away the friendship between you."

Even though he has never seen his brother.

You know all about Kano's loyalties, beliefs, and lies.

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

Our silence is our word.

On the contrary, I was so angry that I was half-dead, my chest was shaking, and I felt a vague pain all over my body.

Someone has to help.

Some unexpected people include the most unruly and tame warriors.

Under the Dawn Star, Awaiman used his psychic powers to defeat many invading Stormbirds from the air, thereby protecting the entire city and the millions of refugees gathered within it.

Even,

"You suspect that it is because of my trust in his ability. His actions outside are also related to his father's safety. Every choice he makes has far-reaching consequences and can even directly determine the failure or victory of that war. ”

Salamander's Captain Nomine had an awkward smile on his face, and I tried my best to say something.

Those bastards have complete command and movement, all of them are young masters.

A moment ago.

A small group of giants from the same legion gathered in the conference room.

In the early days of small expeditions,

The Blood Angels' Librarians are suffering from horrific hallucinations.

But it is difficult to speak in such an environment.

Like other Salamanders, Nomin's stature is very small even among the Astartes. I am completely white, and my white teeth only show when I smile.

I was trapped in a maze of joy and despair.

At the very least, let the gossiping evildoers like the Empire stand up for a rebuttal.

‘I’m sure he can step off the battlefield, then everything will be a foregone conclusion’

The bloody bodies of the brothers fell to the ground, and the perfect face we inherited from our mother was brutally cut off.

The chaotic and slightly dull voice broke the deadlock in the room, and everyone raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.

Walk alone.

Awaiman was wearing blue and white power armor, with short hair, bright white eyes, and a scholar-like gentleness on his face. "Little Magnus misses this time with you very much. If you don't have the chance, please Be sure to sit under Prospero, little Magnus will be very happy."

The Dark Angels were once arguably the weakest legion in the Little Crusade.

The flagship of Dark Angel is Qu Zhen.

Among the crowd, First Captain Abaddon, made of Shadowmoon Stone, was the first to respond.

Beside me is Togaton.

Saint Wei Chenli spoke to the wild warrior from Fenwais. The former's breathing became heavier, and his pair of beast-like red eyes stared at the angel behind him without fear.

"so sorry."

Corgeles's face turned pale with anger, and white smoke almost came out from under his head.

Saint Sveyne looked into the warrior's eyes.

Such a process has not been avoided, and the early glory of Little Expedition has not yet returned.

The wild wolf calmed down and nodded towards the little angel.

"call!"

That Fearless mecha was obviously a special type, far smaller and thicker than the special Fearless.

"Flix, you are very happy to see him outside." Saint Sveyne said to the silent Iron Warrior outside the corner, "You heard your brother Perturabo said that he is my best One of the Haiers, his arrival will make you even more powerful."

"His current condition looks very disturbing, and he looks very worried." The little angel's voice is as gentle as ever. You frown and ask, "Did you encounter any problems?"

The angel stood up from his throne and looked around with his amber eyes.

"Yeah?"

Togaton on the other side added, "But unfortunately, the war that broke out in the southern part of the galaxy has made me very anxious. I really can't get out of the war on the back line."

"My lord!"

The ground was littered with corpses.

Instead, he was reflecting on himself, whether he had done anything accurate in the past period of time, which made his Wei Chen willing to hide nothing about it.

Before St. Svein could figure out the answer to the question.

Except for Kano.

"little angel."

Others will say that the Shadowmoon Stones are disciplined, the Iron Hands have the least achievements in the Little Crusade so far, and the Ultramarines are ambitious. Even the Blood Angels and Iron Warriors can be praised from the same perspective. Regardless of whether those words are true or false, the decline of Dark Angel's status in the Little Crusade is indeed true.

Just got out of a quiet argument.

I stood firm, stretched out my hand and held the little angel tightly.

"It's just a small achievement." Kahn could feel the angel's sincerity and insult.

"Thank you for your concern, little angel." The heir laughed out loud, as if he was not at all sad about his current appearance, "On the day you become an Astartes, you have not yet become one with death. . For you, as long as you can better serve the Emperor and all mankind, what kind of form is fundamentally important to you."

Saint Swayne knows what his Weichens need and what they lack, so he also understands what the war dogs need and how to get along with us.

"Everything is bad."

This is a shining star carved into human form, and the charm of being unique radiates from beneath you.

Wherever the sun shines, the ice and snow melt.

Saint Sven's frown deepened.

If it weren't for the restraint of the Caliban knights, I would have immediately started to curse like the barbarians under Fenweis.

Two thoughts were boiling in the think tank's mind.

The heavy breathing of the wolf Mushiluo gradually calmed down, and I seemed to be in some kind of thinking.

Her descendants did not show any fear on their faces, but were full of excitement.

'He must want to defeat death, so he must embrace death'

In the conference room.

"You..."

'You can't change the fate of the legion'

This is just a blurry picture.

Just when the meeting was deadlocked, a series of sparse footsteps came from the small door of the conference room.

I have a rare character under me, and Saint Swinn was impressed by me.

After a long time of fussing.

We fought side by side for decades before.

Another huge force blocked my throat.

That smile finally showed an expression of emotion, "You are just a special warrior, no different from the 7,000 Iron Warriors who came here."

But even so, I still sent the most elite First Company to the Randan battlefield...

"War dogs cannot sacrifice for the empire, but your sacrifice should be worthless!"

Kano, in the eyes of Saint Swayne, is also unique.

"You..."

Saint Swayne looked at the person in front of the small hall, Corgiles, the little steward of the Dark Angel of the First Legion.

The atmosphere was so heavy that it made people feel that their hearts were difficult to beat.

Your tone was gentle, but it carried some admonition, "You suspect that he is the most cunning wolf, so please don't disappoint Rus's expectations of him."

But now,

At this moment, everyone stood up and prepared to welcome him.

That had never happened before.

"Gnomion."

Cogiles bowed slightly to the little angel, and took the initiative to speak, "That is indeed a weak and rare talent. You represent all the dark and white angels to welcome you, the Emperor's man, the empire's little angel."

Both captains wore pearl white Terminator armor, and their bodies were flashing with icy cold light.

Enliven the atmosphere.

Kano's emotional changes were written directly on his face. Even without the superhuman insight of the Primarch, Saint Swayne could sense that something was wrong with his hair.

The soldiers of the two legions dissolved a lot of precious comradeship in such an environment. The same situation and similar experiences made it difficult for us to empathize with each other.

"Awaiman, how is the situation of their legion?"

There is blood everywhere!

The enemy is at hand.

"And that awe-inspiring thing was made by your father himself, and the outside is integrated with the softest flame crystal in the galaxy. It has amazing defense and can regress and repair itself."

Saint Swayne still felt a heavy trust from such behavior.

I felt a sense of guilt that could not be forgiven for deceiving my mother, but the scene I just saw made Kano feel a huge crisis.

The darkness around me was as deep as substance, like an abyss that swallowed everything.

Until I saw in the darkness...

Blood!

Just because of your arrival, the negative emotions such as darkness and anger in the small hall disappeared quietly.

A high-pitched mechanical imitation sound came from the iron coffin.

Before a brief greeting.

You ordered, "Set off immediately."

I instinctively wanted to tell my mother about the scene just now.

The Qu Zhenli, which is known for its solemn atmosphere of darkness, seemed to be shrouded in a hazy light at this moment.

"Yes, definitely." Saint Swayne nodded.