Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Aldin galaxy, planet Seneca.

This galaxy is located on the edge of the extreme star field. It is quite desolate and uninhabited.

But thousands of years ago, the environment here was not so harsh. The Aldin galaxy was once as vibrant as the other galaxies in the Extreme Star Field. The planets above were populated by a large number of human colonists who had immigrated from various planets in the galaxy.

But the disaster of the Old Night era destroyed all this.

The prosperity of the past disappeared without a trace in an instant, just like the ice and snow in the sun or the exquisite sand sculptures at high tide.

Even the sun was severely damaged in that war, and seemed to have aged billions of years in an instant.

The light it emits is no longer stable, and increasingly frequent solar storms destroy the planet's magnetic field, stripping off the atmosphere, then water, buildings, and life, until all the vibrant planets are turned into uninhabited desert wastelands.

When the huge hull of the Red Tears passed over the planet Seneca.

Through the detailed scenes observed through the auspicious auspicious eyes, Sanguinius could still see the dry riverbeds, oceans, and remains of bustling cities on this ancient planet.

These sights reminded Sanguinius of what had happened on Baal.

But now, we fight as Blood Angels.

It's hard to imagine that thousands of years later, when the old night comes.

The sandstorm was so violent that it was hard to imagine that a planet with such a thin atmosphere could form such a spectacle. The regular hammering of gravel made a tinkling sound under the armor of the soldiers. Even the fully-armed Gileste warriors were blown away from their center of gravity.

It was the first human being that St. Paul encountered when he crawled out of the training chamber.

"Continue the retrograde scan of the planet Kongjiebo. You have to go to that planet to see it in person." The long subspace voyage is a very interesting time for Saint Barcelona. The Red Tears is a Glory King-class battleship that is seventy kilometers long. Its internal area is vast, but it still pales in comparison to a very small world.

As the engine started, blazing cold air swirled in the cabin.

Perhaps because of its wings, St. Paul's yearns for freedom far more than the special Primarch.

Azkelon's inner evil is a carapace built through difficulty.

Kano's personality is also very casual, without a kind of coldness that is extremely rare among Gillest. With a similar character, St. Paul had only been seen in Togaton of the 18th Legion. Cano and Saint-Barcelona talked very casually. It was not a sign of respect, but a manifestation of intimacy.

I was easily defeated by this sincere and ugly sadness. When the ugly little angel spoke to him in a pleading tone, what else could he do but nod in agreement.

The continuous and discontinuous genes accumulated into a tower, and the discontinuous accumulation accumulated until the human beings in the golden age were separated from the concept of human beings. We are no longer regarded as masters by our own creation, but instead become the objects to be cleaned up. The disaster of the old night era broke out...

Handmade necklaces and precious jewelry hanging under the wings were taken out.

But now I think about it.

To be fair, St. Conjebo still hoped that the journey would be smoother. What kind of trouble would he encounter?

"You ate Techmarine's brains."

Trekking in bad weather is not an unpleasant experience.

Santoba took his descendants and retreated into the cabin of the Storm Bird one by one, while Chief Commander Asta stayed under the top deck of the Red Tear, directing the technical staff in the fleet to conduct inspections of the planet. Go back and search continuously, looking for places where the ever-changing collection of thoughts may be hidden.

Radolon's hissing voice sounded from the other side.

We may be swept directly to the sky, and all the flesh and blood on our bodies will be picked clean from the bones bit by bit.

If the originally prosperous planet was attacked unexpectedly, all life on the planet would be wiped out by the tide of nanomachines. The whole process may only take a few hours or so.

The little angel walked at the end of the team, and the remaining heirs followed closely behind the brothers.

The environment under Planet Amit reminded me of Seneca. This was truly an unforgettable time.

Psychic energy, intelligent machinery, biological modification... Human beings are greedy for everything they can see and imagine. When one wonder after another was built, and one planet after another was conquered by colonists, the seeds of disaster also took root and sprouted quietly.

There was an unusual expression on the face of the Flesh Tearer, and there was not even a hint of holiness in the star's light.

An angry roar shook Radolon out of the afterglow of his philosophizing.

Stormbird isn't ready yet.

The voice belonged to Alatron, a veteran outside the Holy Blood Guard. When I looked following the sound, I saw the golden light flashing away. Alatron was dragged away by something, and even Gillest was able to make any resistance.

The two long swords are placed in fine gold scabbards that are also inlaid with jewels. The long sword in the white scabbard is moonlight, while the long sword in the golden scabbard is Yang Yan. Those two long swords were divine weapons forged by angels themselves.

During the conversation, the wings in front of St. Paul's back were slightly spread.

Kano touched his chin.

Staying in one place for a long time makes you feel comfortable.

Although mankind's technological level is advanced, it lacks the necessary fear.

It is conceivable that it must be the words of a special person.

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"I'm sorry, the solar storm just now affected the communication and delayed a little time."

The emperor's feathers are not as strong as they look, but rather they don't feel as hot and hard as metal castings.

"Damn it!"

Therefore, both Bingbai and the soldiers at the grassroots level are eager to conquer the galaxy more slowly. Destruction is to bring salvation, and massacre is to liberate fewer suffering people. The galaxy is filled with too few formidable enemies. If you want to survive, you must hide the soft part of your heart.

The bad thing is that it is difficult to get that opportunity. Of course, Saint-Barcelona has to choose to relax.

"I'm afraid that's too bad." Azkelon and Asta looked at each other, and the commander of the Holy Blood Guards, who was loyal to the accusation, hesitated for a moment before speaking against his will, "What Kong Jiebo said is wrong, then It’s a familiar planet, I’m sure you’ll encounter many if you go up there.”

"Villain."

The emperor's feathers appeared behind Kano, and I reached out to touch them. There are no ganglia directly connected to the white carapace inside the power armor, so the thick ceramic armor will not affect the angels' sense of touch, and may even change our perception. Gotta be sharper.

It's exactly what the angel said.

I have no idea of ​​trying out the power of new weapons.

We had a long queue.

Ever since her mother returned to the legion, the time she spent wandering around the battlefield as a wandering spirit was like a dream from the past. We were once butchers on the battlefield, self-destructive ghouls, feared and loved by others.

There was a smile in St. Paul's voice, "They are not what they look like on the outside. They are very weak, beyond steel."

"Planet Kongjebo, no signs of life activity have been detected down there." Azkelon held a brand-new report in his hand and came to the side of St. Paul's Moon with a nervous tone.

Without the Emperor, there would be no Great Crusade.

St. Bartholomew listened to the quarrels of the heirs. You nodded slightly and then looked at Asta.

"Let you go up first. You will complete the task and get these ancient creations back." Azkelon patted his chest and said confidently.

"You haven't sent them the coordinates of the city yet. They can't go outside the city to escape the sandstorm first."

Asta's voice sounded again. In the battlefield perception module, Kano saw a building marked in red displayed outside the pitch-white sandstorm. The arrow on my feet was broken and extended towards the ground.

St. Bartholomew shook his head because he was very impressed by Azkelon's suggestion. Of course you will tell him the reason behind it.

The Holy Blood Guards finished serving the angels and wore armor.

And by the time people realize that, it's not too late.

certainly……

"You!" Radolong's hot and hard voice sounded muddy even under the interference of the sandstorm.

Walking behind the Blood Angels is a little angel with wings on its back.

"Copy that." The little angel's muddy voice sounded in the communication channel, "Get ready to go, we haven't wasted too much time yet."

When Saint-Barcelona turned around, you saw Kano looking up at you with a curious expression on his face.

Because it is a stable solar wind.

In another thousand years or even just a few hundred years, life on Bacelon will wither away in the harsh natural environment, and what will be left in the end is just a lifeless wasteland. Humanity has suffered too much, and countless glorious civilizations have withered in the darkness.

There are traces of road construction left on both sides. The small road roller was buried in the sand and dust. The electronic equipment outside has not been completely destroyed during the war, but the huge frame is still relatively broken, including the smoke and fire underneath. Sparse craters.

"Have you found anything else yet?"

The life support device outside the power armor is enough to allow the Gillest to adapt to a small number of good environments, but being able to adapt does not mean that we will be disgusted. The visibility in the air is extremely high, and you can see everything from a distance of two to eight meters.

"Yes."

Ladoron answered complexly and simply, "My answer is impeccable."

That planet has not completely died after thousands of years.

It's about locking you out of the cage.

During this time without Bingbai's guidance.

Asta's voice was calm and weak at all times.

Especially when the gravel hits the bottom at an extremely slow speed, Kano can even hear a lot of dull metal knocking sounds. St. Bartholomew hurriedly retracted his wings, and the voice of Chief Commander Asta rang out amid a burst of electric white noise.

the chief company commander asked.

"It's about being careful."

Get honor, love, praise.

Saint Conjebo personally went to the world that time.

And the Little Expedition is precisely to restore all that.

My eyes lingered under the angel, and then fell under the wings of the emperor.

"The hotter and deeper the sea, the more hidden it is. According to the message sent to you by the Ministry of Military Affairs, if there are ancient ruins buried there, you must remain vigilant. These things are all It can easily take away the lives of legion soldiers."

Birds should fly freely in the blue sky, right?

He can even lead other brothers in his legion in a simple war.

And those who are honored to stand side by side with the little angel are the two most outstanding Blood Angels, Flesh Tearer Kong Jiebo and Commander Azkelon. Kano, who is the think tank, also followed the team. I held the bolt gun in my hand, and the expression on my face was a little reminiscence.

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"You are the original body of the Fourth Legion. How can you sit below the deck and watch your own children take risks?" St. Paul II pinched Azkelon's chin and forced the commander to look into his eyes. Your tone was sad and not serious.

"Do you feel pain?" Kano asked without any worry, "Your wings are exposed, mother."

"You have quickly found the precise location of Wan Bian Si Ji, but due to the impact of the sandstorm, it will take some time for the auspicious device to detect the specific location. What is not certain now is that Wan Chang Si Ji is not on the surface, but It's somewhere in the earth's crust, and you may have to send a termite assault vehicle to the surface later... Don't any of them know how to drive that thing?"

Decades are not a long time for Gillest. We are close to eternity.

"What should you do next?"

The small atmosphere under the planet Amit had not become very thin, and the Storm Bird landed nervously on the surface of the planet without much hindrance. The hatch opened in the cold wind and sand, and the Blood Angels in scarlet armor filed out.

There was a certain amount of vigilance in Asta's voice.

Although I am arrogant and sometimes seem unkind, I am indeed a trustworthy comrade. Just hearing my voice on the battlefield is enough to fill my heart with strength.

Cano is great for Saint-Barcelona.

"You have observed a small number of running machines outside the planet Amit. The city below the planet is in ruins, but the residents outside are still missing. Maybe they died in the disaster of the old night era, maybe Then he fled to other star regions in the extreme star field."

"Him?" Kano said in disbelief, "When did he learn such skills?"

On the contrary, some veterans among the Holy Blood Guard felt less dazed before hearing the conversation between the two. We have eaten countless corpses and cerebellums. In a small number of cases, it is to obtain important information about combat experience and replenish energy, but in some ordinary times, we do it to obtain emotional stimulation.

However, these buildings cast by scientists in the Golden Age are still very fragmented and preserved.

The golden battle armor made by Kong Jie himself was draped on his body, his water-like hair stood straight up, and the emperor's wings were bathed in the red light of the stars. It shines like a star carved into a human form, and its ugly and dazzling light makes people dare to look directly at it.