Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

"Hurry up!"

In the filthy prison filled with the smell of blood, feces and body fluids, the anxious urgings of his companions could be heard from around him.

Kelly's face was covered in nervous sweat.

He was trembling all over, holding a secretly hidden wire in his hand and trying to pry open the cell door.

They have been detained here for more than 20 days.

Basically, every few days, a companion is taken away and never comes back. From more than thirty people at the beginning, there are now less than ten people left. The fear of death is like a dark cloud, hanging over everyone's head.

"Why do we have to suffer like this?"

A woman cried.

"It will be fine."

Kelly comforted him, and he vaguely felt the wire in his hand touch something.

But before he could feel excited, the light in front of his eyes suddenly dimmed. A high wall made of flesh and blood blocked their way. The monster's eyes were scarlet and its body was dark green. Its muscles were like the roots of an old tree, and its arms were a full circle thicker than an adult's thigh.

Here he stands.

He didn't speak, he just panted like an angry beast.

"Damn it!" His eyes fell on Kelly and he muttered in the dialect of the Low Mesa tribe. "You little mice are so delusional that you want to escape while we are fighting."

boom!

The thick arms stretched directly into the cage.

He grabbed Kelly's neck and pulled hard towards the iron door.

Severe pain penetrated into my heart.

Kelly's face twisted into a knot, and he felt as if his jaw was broken. But this instead inspired the ferocity hidden in his heart.

"Damn it!"

Kelly spat at the mutant jailer, "We are not slaves, free souls cannot be imprisoned! You damn monster!"

"Since I can't lock you up, I'll eat you all."

The jailer smiled grimly.

He stretched out his hand to hold Kelly's cheek, and used force with both arms to pry Kelly's head in half like cracking a coconut.

However, the expected pain did not come.

The ferocious and cruel expression on the mutant's face suddenly solidified, and hot scarlet blood sprayed on his face.

In his blurry vision, Kelly saw a twisted bloodstain suddenly appear on the monster's body, extending from the left side of the neck to the right armpit, and then slowly separated under the influence of gravity.

boom!

The broken body fell into the sticky blood.

A blood-stained angel stood on the monster's corpse, with blood stains on its perfect and holy face.

"Angel--"

Kelly suddenly felt like a closed and dark prison.

It became brighter with the appearance of this girl, and a realm of tranquility and peace slowly opened outward.

"Angel!"

Kelly heard the voices of his companions.

The voice was weak at first, with a dreamlike disbelief.

But as the situation was confirmed, people's emotions were aroused, and more and more people began to shout loudly, their faces turned red and breathless because of their overly excited emotions.

"Angels have come to save us!" One after another voices sounded in the dark prison.

In an instant.

It seems that this place is no longer a deep and dirty prison, but a triumphal square carefully designed by an artist, a noble palace decorated with fine gold and silver.

Sanguinius actually didn't like being called an angel.

Because this word carries a mythical concept.

Although she has never met her father, with the help of her powerful psychic talent, Sanguinius can sense the policies and ideas that her father is promoting throughout the galaxy.

She believes in the truth of the empire and does not want her existence to be deified by people.

but--

If faith is a necessary means to gather strength and bring hope, then she is also willing to make a certain degree of sacrifice to play the role of the angel of faith that people call her.

laugh!

Black flames burned on rusty steel.

The iron rod, which was as thick as a wrist, melted quickly like a candle, and soon a big hole appeared in front of people's eyes.

"I am the Emperor's angel, and now I am here to save you!"

Sanguinius took a deep breath and spoke loudly.

There was silence for a moment at first, but soon, tsunami-like cheers filled every corner of the dark prison.

…

The Brotherhood of the Giant Skull is just a small mutant organization with little power.

After the fierce exchange of fire lasted for half an hour.

The remaining power was completely wiped out.

Bandage the wounds of the injured, deliver food and clean water to the rescued personnel, collect various resources obtained, arrange personnel to patrol in the desert to prepare for possible emergencies, etc.

Every messy thing needs to be treated and dealt with carefully.

Shining angels walked among the crowd, personally delivering food and blessings to every warrior.

Wait until the things at hand are finished.

Sanguinius did not rest, however. She lit a bonfire in a corner of the camp and looked up at the countless brilliant stars in countless colors above her head.

The starry sky is bright and brilliant, but everywhere you look you see enemies of mankind.

This will be the case in the past, present and future.

War is the eternal theme of the galaxy.

rustle!

Soon after, footsteps were heard.

Radoron and Kano came together, both with a trace of fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

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"Thank you for your hard work."

Sanguinius handed over the roasted meat, and the two were somewhat flattered to take it.

"What's the situation now?" she asked.

"I counted the gains and losses in this battle." Radoron took a bite of the roasted meat, and was surprised by the crispy taste on the outside and tender inside.

If I remember correctly, this should be the first time that Sanguinius processed food, but the skills he showed were not much worse than Eugene.

Radoron wanted to praise him.

But he didn't know if this would be an insult to the angel.

Kano didn't think too much and said casually, "It tastes really good. My lord, your talent in cooking is no less than your talent in fighting."

"Really?"

Sanguinius tilted his head and smiled, "If you like, I can help you prepare dinner in the future."

"Let's talk about business first. You've worked hard on these jobs." She cast her eyes on the tribal leader.

"This is what I should do, so it's not hard at all."

The atmosphere was much more relaxed because of the two conversations just now, and there was a hint of smile on Radoron's iron face: "In this battle, a total of 72 enemies were annihilated, three intact vehicles were harvested, a large amount of promethium fuel, and more than 30 live ammunition guns of different calibers."

"But there were also five brothers who sacrificed their lives in this battle. Twelve people were seriously injured..." Radoron's voice was a little lonely.

"I have talked to the pure-blooded people who were rescued."

Kano raised his head and swallowed the last piece of meat in his hand, and licked the grease on his fingers with his tongue, "They all agree with your ideas and are willing to follow you to join this great war."

"We have made a good start."

Sanguinius nodded slightly, without a happy look on his face, but his eyes seemed a little heavy.

She continued, "But we also suffered a lot of losses, some of which were unnecessary. Moreover, as the battle progresses, those mutants will also take targeted measures, and the future war will become more difficult."

"So, don't be complacent about temporary success."

Sanguinius first looked at Kano, and his gentle eyes fell on Radoron again, "We must unite all the forces we can unite, improve our tactics, and set up fair rewards and punishments at the same time, and strangle the seeds of division before they appear in our team."

Then Sanguinius stood up and stretched out his fist forward.

Kano and Radoron were stunned at first, and then made the same move.

Under the brilliant night sky of Baal, over the joyful bonfire, the three men's fists collided together, and strength and faith burst out from this powerful collision.