Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

"No!"

Kano heard someone speak with a voice that sounded like teeth leaking, "We are the people of Baal, we are not slaves."

"We will never give up."

The angel gently raised his hand and pressed down, and the noisy voices became quiet one after another.

What Ladolon couldn't do with all his efforts and brains, now the angel convinced everyone with just a simple action.

Kano felt that something in his heart had been mobilized, and a fire was burning fiercely in his chest.

"This journey is not fruitless. On the contrary, he is very important. He told us a crucial thing." The angel paused briefly, his eyes passing over everyone's faces.

Everyone could see the sincerity and determination in her eyes, and she continued,

"There is no use in escaping. The mutants have taken everything we have, food, water, and even our most precious family members. If they can't take it away, they will completely destroy it, and we have no way out. "

"There is only one way left, and that is to fight!"

"Maybe I will die in the claws of mutants, maybe my wings will be broken, and my body will rot in the soil.

Even my death may be worthless.

I also feel fear when faced with those gnarled and clawed alien variants, which is so strong that it makes me feel ashamed. However, I can't do this. I told myself that I could never cowardly ask for mercy as a slave, I was a warrior. My chest was filled with rage for what the aliens had done to my home and my people. "

The angel's voice became fierce and high-pitched, like thousands of troops galloping on the battlefield.

Her eyes were burning, and her terrifying aura also stirred up waves!

"This anger is so strong and burning that the fear engraved in the genes seems so small and insignificant in front of it!

Because of this anger, I will punish those mutants! I want them to bleed! I will tear them apart, crush them, cut their heads open, and eviscerate them! I want to take back everything that is rightfully ours. I will no longer run away, I will fight! Either die, or until the last variant disappears from the land of Baobao! "

Keng!

The chain sword in her hand suddenly came out of its sheath and was stabbed into the sand dune at her feet.

The wings behind his back were spread out in the fierce hunting wind, and bright and exploding golden light spilled from the gaps in the wings.

"I've said enough."

Angel said, her voice slightly breathy due to anger, "There is only one thing left now, please tell me. My compatriots, should we continue to escape like slaves, or should we choose to return the same way we came and fight with those aliens Mutants fight to take back what is ours!”

At first, no one answered the angel's honest words.

Jestan swallowed his saliva. He was a support staff member of the pure-blood tribe.

He was full of fear of mutants. When he was only six or seven years old, he was hidden in a closet by his mother. Then he watched his mother being torn apart by mutants, and his unborn sister being taken out alive and eaten. The blood stains and severe pain distorted the mother's blurred face, but even at that time, the mother was still blinking and begging him not to make any sound.

In the end, Jestan survived, but the fear of mutants was deeply implanted in his heart and lingered.

But now, the fear that has persisted for more than a decade has been shaken by a force.

Turn into fuel to ignite the fire of anger.

"No!" he shouted to the angels. He was not the first to answer, he was only one of them. A wave of denial broke the solid silence in the desert, "We are not slaves, we are warriors nurtured by Mother Baal!"

"Take back everything that belongs to us!"

The long-lasting gloom on the face of the tribal leader Radolon disappeared, and his fierce face was bathed in the light of the angel.

He is an orphan.

He was born in the midst of a terrible thunder and lightning storm.

Everyone in the village was destroyed by the terrible lightning, including his mother who had just given birth to him.

The old leader of the pure-blood tribe found him and adopted him, and the young mother in the tribe selflessly nurtured him. Before his death, the old leader entrusted him with the future of the pure-blood tribe. He once knelt in front of everyone and swore that he would make the tribe prosper in his own hands.

However--

He encountered far more difficulties than he imagined.

Even though he had given everything he had, the tribe was still declining. Their homeland was plundered and destroyed by mutants, and they were forced to wander like ghosts in the endless desert. Familiar faces left him one by one, and the number of people in the tribe became smaller and smaller, but the mutants' pursuit became more and more crazy.

The situation is deteriorating, with no light in sight.

Just maintaining the status quo consumed all his energy, and he became increasingly gloomy and taciturn. And the confusion and despair at night.

But now, he saw hope in the angel.

In that holy and pure anger saw the light of the future.

He and his companions shouted at the top of their lungs, "Drive out those damn mutants, leave no one behind!"

Kano clenched his fists.

He was overwhelmed by a boiling emotion.

Like most people on Baal, it was the night he awakened his psychic powers.

Mutants broke into the village where he lived, and he once saw the mutant convoy from a distance. The convoy belonged to the Scarlet Skull Church, the strongest mutant force on Baal.

In the midst of extreme fear, he did something he could never forgive himself for in this life.

He ran away, alone.

Abandoned his parents, abandoned his sister. Hiding in the dark cave, wet liquid drips from the stalactites. His body was trembling with cold and fear, and he waited until dawn the next day before tiptoeing back to his village.

As expected.

The originally peaceful village has been completely destroyed, leaving only burning ruins.

The familiar street neighbors in the past turned into withered corpses and mutilated pieces.

He stumbled back to his home and saw the dead skulls of his parents piled at the top of Jingguan (a pile of corpses built with their heads).

Bright red blood flowed down the thin and black cheeks, buzzing mosquitoes and flies lingered, and the smell of rotten stench filled the nasal cavity. For a moment, there was only scarlet in his eyes. He could not forget the despair at that time, could not forgive his own cowardice, and could not forgive the heinous sins committed by the alien mutants.

"revenge!"

Kano joined this feast of emotional catharsis. His anger was burning, and only the pouring of blood could temporarily curb it: "Let them pay with blood!"