Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

After finishing his conversation with Malcador, Sanguinius breathed a sigh of relief.

Talking to smart people is not easy. It requires great care and energy.

but……

After this matter is resolved, it is time to leave the Randan Galaxy.

before this.

Sanguinius also needed to meet his brothers.

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Nidhogg.

"So, you plan to evacuate from the Randan galaxy." Russ, who smelled heavily of alcohol, scratched his head. Almost in the blink of an eye, the slight blush on his face disappeared, as if those few barrels were enough to The Fenrisian Wolf Wine, which gave the Astartes a splitting headache and fainted, was like boiled water to him.

"Speaking of which, I'm really reluctant to part with you. I don't know when the next meeting will be."

"Caliban's wine."

"Um."

Before pausing for a moment, Saint Azke continued, "Before the Little Wolf War started, my father had never had a conversation with you. During this conversation, I mentioned the Warmaster to you - he knew about it. ?"

Leon held the wine glass and replied with fierce eyes, "As for the title of Warmaster, you will compete, but this will be your duty in the long run, and it is worth not thinking about it now."

It's Qu Zhengren.

"You came to say goodbye to him that time, Leon."

But as the energy from the subspace engine was injected into Geller's stance, the battleship slowly stabilized.

However, with the original body's keen perception, he could still see at a glance that Gillesron's right arm was not moving naturally, and it was probably broken. Moreover, the guy also lost one of his front teeth, and when he spoke, he made a hissing sound.

All the portholes under the battleship and any holes that were not in direct contact with the outside world were sealed, and the starlight in the sky disappeared. But Saint Azkai is not like Leon or the Wolf King, who has an almost obsessive pursuit of the dark environment.

Under the light of the fire.

In the long run, if there is no similarity between the Kuzhen and the Nidhogg, it must be because the lights under the two battleships are very bright. Wolves think that the environment of white darkness cannot keep vigilance, while dark angels simply hate such a serious and secretive atmosphere.

Gillesron hurriedly argued, "You have broken this big guy's legs. You should ask the technical sergeant to customize a wheelchair for me so that I can participate in abnormal patrols."

In Leon's private meeting room, Saint Azcay sat under a narrow stone chair.

There was a rustling sound outside the dark corner.

St. Azike suddenly felt a great deal of shame.

There was no doubt that the First Army would suffer heavy losses.

"You are the emperor's eldest son, you should shoulder your responsibilities."

"Yeah, but you're serious."

"When these guys fight, they recognize each other. It's just a matter of feeling, hehehe."

"It is indeed a rare wine." Saint Azkai said with a smile on his face, very sincerely.

Just use a little more force.

"Gift?"

Kano shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.

Two weak little hands held the wolf's hind limbs respectively, and the pale pink belly was exposed behind Saint Azke's face.

You know that despite the rough exterior of the Wolf King, there is no delicate heart.

Staying in the arms of Saint Azcay, the big wolf cub gradually became less courageous. It got its head out of the gap between the angel's soft chest and arms, and whined in annoyance at the wolf king. The former stomped his feet backwards, and the big wolf cub was immediately frightened and screamed, retracting his head back into the soft chest of the little angel like a frightened gopher.

But indeed, at a certain moment just now, a smile flashed across Leon's face.

The wild wolf landed on the ground by chance, and then rushed into the arms of Saint Azke.

"What about him?"

Leon is wearing a white shirt.

Before saying goodbye to the two brothers.

"Speaking of which, if we can win this war, I really have to thank you."

"Thanks…"

I held a big, furry wolf cub in my hand.

Although there was only a quick glance, it quickly returned to its original state.

The decoration of the conference room is simple, and there is no mechanized technological ornament at a glance.

Ran Dan laughed out loud, came to Saint Azkai, and patted your shoulder. Then I stretched out my arms. I am not the lowest among the brothers, but I am definitely the strongest among them. The hug was as weak as a bear's, almost squeezing the entire angel into his arms.

Randan said, "Although it is inbred, it is very weak."

But when the Wolf King actually told those things without reservation, Sheng Feng Hansheng still didn't feel trusted.

"Forget it, let's talk about those things today." The Wolf King waved his hand and cleverly changed the subject.

"This has indeed been an unforgettable time," Sanguinius said with a smile.

When the Wolf King let go.

"It's too long that has gone bad."

"Everyone must be afraid of Bai An, so who can stop Bai An?" Leon said in a fierce tone.

"It's bad, it seems they were very aggressive that time."

The Fourth Legion fleet with the Red Tears as its flagship ended its voyage and retreated into the subspace.

Saint Azcay stands below the decks of the Red Tear.

I am tall and tall, with blond hair and green eyes. Leon conforms to all the imaginations about knights. Each primarch has its own style, but Leon is undoubtedly the most difficult to attract. I am sure that if I attend a banquet, many men will be so excited that they faint.

"The same to you……"

The bottle stopper made of cork fell out of the bottle mouth with the sound of gas leakage.

Leon pushed the goblet full of wine in front of St. Azike, "I hope he will be disgusted."

In that case, definitely continue to choose to fight.

The two Primarchs stood with their backs against the roaring fireplace, their postures relaxed in the dark and warm room.

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Boom!

Leon nodded in silence.

This was used to make up for the tragic losses suffered in the Little Wolf War.

"It's a very labor-intensive job, and a lot of blood will be shed."

The walls, ceiling above the head, and even the floor under the feet of the Red Tears are all equipped with beautiful lumen light sets.

Saint Azke was stunned before hearing this.

As a dim light flashed across, spiderweb-like thunder surged in the void behind him.

The Wolf King said as he drunkenly walked into the darkness, "It's very hateful. He will definitely hate that big guy."

Even picking up a thin piece of paper from the ground was easy for the Primarch when fully armed. Therefore, in non-combat and non-alert states, the original bodies, including the Astartes, hated wandering around in power armor.

"It is your honor to fight alongside him, Leon." Saint Azke stood up and spoke in a very sincere tone.

The barrier between the real world and the subspace was cut open, and the crimson energy turbulence in the vast ocean washed away the original flagship. Even the Glory King-class battleship, which is no more than seventy years old, looks great in the vast power of the subspace, bumping violently like a canoe under the waves.

"Actually, you hate this thing too much."

The Wolf King looked at the crackling firewood, "If it weren't for you, we and the Dark Angels would have suffered serious losses. Whether the war in Ran Dan could be ended now is still uncertain. After all, in this war, Before we started, no one would have imagined that a Primarch would betray the Imperium..."

Uh-huh!

Bringing light are promethium torches placed under the walls.

"If he loses too little strength in the Xiaolang battlefield, it will be very difficult for him to compete for the war master. Moreover, he is also tired and wants to push himself too hard."

In the light of the fire.

That was the first time Saint Azke saw that big creature under the Hognid, and you hugged it after that.

The Dark Angels are indeed the weakest legion today, but the remaining remnants of these little wolves are also to be underestimated. When Chao Che was still alive, those beasts had no worries. But now that the Little Wolf home planet has not been exterminated by the empire, these mechanical overlords will only become crazier than ever before.

Leon nodded, "The Blood Angels have not yet reached the limit of what they can bear, and the victory or defeat in the Little Wolf battlefield has already been decided. What follows is either one after another or a series of exterminations, purging these fallen compatriots and the aliens who take advantage of the opportunity to rob." , restore order.”

I'm not as strong as Ran Dan, but I'm shorter than the Wolf King.

"It's abhorrent."

Saint Feng Hansheng's eyes paused for a moment under Leon's expressive face.

St. Feng Hansheng looked at Kano beside him. The former's two eyes were swollen like pandas, and there was a thick bandage wrapped under his head. "Did he go over to watch the battle? How did he get himself into that state?"

Ran Dan laughed and said, "But you know that your heirs will grow up, so you will act like the leader we ideally want."

Those white glass lamps have even been called works of art when lit.

Leon's lips curled up.

"How about calling it Ran Dan? I hope it can be as brave as him in the future."

Saint Feng Hansheng reached out to take it, put it to his lips and tasted it carefully.

"Looking forward to our last meeting."

I'm not wearing any armor.

"It's pretty bad."

In order to avoid unexpected encounters or contamination during subspace navigation.

You stretched out your hand to rub your temples and opened your eyes without feeling tired.

The wine pulp has a mellow taste and rich fragrance, and is also mixed with a light fresh fruity aroma. For the Blood Angel Primarch with developed senses, you can even taste the beauty and badness of Caliban's orchards before it rains from outside the drink.

Hear that.

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Every time he retreated into the subspace, Saint Azkai had to concentrate on fighting the part of his soul that belonged to the real universe, and that time was no different. Perhaps because Feng Han used too little psychic energy on the battlefield, Saint Feng Hansheng could clearly feel that the attraction of subspace to him was weakening.

"What you gave him was something else."

Retreat into the subspace at a constant speed.

I went from being unable to fight back against the legion veterans to now being able to fight without even coming back. I have made a huge step back in the long run.

The smile on Saint Azke's face revealed his joy, "What is its name, your brother?"

Saint Azke put the wine glass on his hands and reminded him in a very subtle way.

"Yes Ran Dan, you were joking just now." Saint Gillis hurriedly explained.

We will get a wave of troop recruitment and the latest models of equipment under Druun.

The firelight swayed, and Leon's knuckled fingers heavily stroked the bottom of the glass bottle.

Accompanied by the wolf king's slightly less angry curse, "The big guy dares to bite you. Don't make you angry. Otherwise, you will get the bad fruit."

Heavily armed armor is a weapon on the battlefield.

The blood-red wine was poured into the low-heeled glass with the sound of clinking liquids, and the mellow aroma of wine quietly filled the closed conference room.

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The wolf king, as strong and majestic as a grizzly bear, staggered in the firelight.

"How can war be bloody?" Leon could certainly understand the hidden meaning in Saint Azkai's words, and knew the weight of his words at this moment. But I still chose to speak, without a trace of firmness.

"You said you would give him a gift, now is the time to redeem your promise."

Then seeing Gilleslon standing behind him with a bruised face, Saint Azkai immediately said in a teasing tone, "It seems that the chief of your Holy Blood Guard is slightly inferior to the Flesh Tearer under the ring."

"Yes, and no!"

Chains decorated with skulls hung from the ceiling, and crystalline fragrances were placed outside to dispel the metallic stench brought by the burning of promethium. As for the scent, it reminds Saint Azkai of a deep, noisy, and light-filled forest.

The dim light dispels the darkness.

"It hasn't been named yet." The wolf king's eyes wandered under the little angel's smile, and he shrugged his shoulders, "Now he is its keeper."

"You know."

Although Gilleslon tried his best to pretend to be serious in front of Saint Azkai.

You are wearing a plain white robe, with a relaxed posture, leaning on your chin with your ice-white arm, looking at the chief among the primarchs in front of you.

The smile on the wolf king's face seems a little bitter.

The angel's delicate fingers shake the wine glass.

We will go to the planet Seneca in the Ordin system of the Extreme Star Region, search for the whereabouts of the Wanbian Siji under it, and build the fourth legion's intelligent control legion. Then we will go to Nostramo in the Borderland System to search for brothers who may have landed under it, and finally go to the planet Druun to meet with the primarch of the 18th Legion, Horandan.

"Thank you."

"That's the child of Kuwaichi and Kili. It's really a ghost. Those two wolves are brother and sister, but they are messing around under your boat." Ran Dan cursed rudely.

Saint Azkai said in a joking tone.

Red wine is also a kind of art. Saint Azkai has a deep understanding of it.

"Hee hee!"

Saint Azkai raised his head and laughed again, "Forget about the wolf wine from Finvis. You admire their bravery on the battlefield, but it is obvious that there is no difference in your taste for pleasure."

The wolf king sighed with some emotion.

Saint Feng Hansheng could only see half of Leon's pale face, while the other side of my face was hidden in the foggy white darkness.

But in daily life, it always brings all kinds of inconvenience.

Ran Dan touched his chin, "Just call it that name. He will definitely think of you when he sees that wolf cub before."

"Here, a hateful big wolf cub, if he grows up."