Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Some people say that Rogal Dorn and Perturabo are two sides of the same coin. Although neither primarch likes this statement, their attitudes do not prevent the warriors of the Great Crusade from having private discussions.

In fact, this statement is not completely unreasonable.

As the original body.

They were created, but they shared some common talents.

Perform similar duties during the war.

There are times when Rogal Dorn is better, but there are times when Perturabo is even better.

When she set foot on Nostramo, the hive city shrouded in eternal darkness and haze, Sanguinius had a strange premonition that the brothers living in this quiet city had abilities similar to hers. .

A pair of wings?

prophecy?

Or are they both women?

This peaceful atmosphere of mid-afternoon sunshine.

Under the marriage bed with her husband.

And now.

This bed...

As long as Sanguinius wanted to, she could be the most perfect form in anyone's eyes. Under the influence of psychic energy, the original's majestic body and huge wings were hidden, and she walked in this dead city as a mortal.

The workers also saw Santa Stella.

Talish wanted to look at it.

Coates put the freshly skinned human skin under a clothes hanger and hung it from the rafters.

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Intruders are willing to cause the slightest bit of damage that is necessary.

In the last moments of his life, Talish's only wish was not that he could live a decent life.

It was a blade made for murder. Although it was beautiful, it could not carve out the ultimate happiness.

Yes know why.

"Why?"

Wow!

Sanguinius rode the Thunderhawk gunship into the dark wastes of Nostroma.

"Did he ever think about escaping that city, going to the edge of it?"

Dirty, cold-hot fingers, sharper than a knife, slashed across your cheek.

A bloody body squirms, and your body twitches with pleasure. You opened your small mouth but no sound came out, because your throat seemed to have been mute during the execution that lasted for several hours.

Shrouded in psychic energy, Sheng Duan Ju Meng's appearance is not outstanding, with a slender figure, wearing a complicated coarse cloth dress, and a leather bag slung under his shoulder. At first glance, he looks like a local young man like Nuo Duan Ju Meng. And there is no obvious difference.

The ventilation fan hummed, spewing filthy gas towards the hive.

You look ugly crying, Talish always teases you so much when you cry.

I pulled out the long knife I made with my own hands.

Click!

Sweating workers crawled out of the huge mines. We walked in the crowded alleys with expressions of numbness and pain on our faces. When we raised our heads, we could see people hanging under the spire of the tower. skinned corpse.

From the shoulder to the tip of his big finger, a bloody trace appeared under the man's slender arm. The knife didn't even scratch the dermis, nor did it damage the muscles and blood vessels on the skin.

It is skinny and skinny, its spine is close to the skin of its front and back, and its ribs are raised like a dome. If it were placed in a darker place, the venous blood network on my pale skin would also be visible. My face was pale, my nightmare-like smooth white hair was dissolved together with blood, and my lips were thin and bloodless.

Holding your breath, you removed your hands from your ears and looked into the eyes of the midnight ghost.

You turn around quickly. In the first moments of your life, you walk through every part of your big residence.

And my increasingly skilled skills allow me to ensure that men can live happily for a long time before the skin is peeled off.

Until the urge to scream fades away like ice and snow.

"Wait!" You opened your eyes, but you could only see the blade moving vaguely in the air.

His behavior devalues ​​humanity, so he should and must be rewarded. "

You haven't tried your best.

The picture seen from the augury, and being in the picture.

"Promise him, you don't hate that at all." Coz turned around and looked at the blond man outside the corner and said seriously.

I want to peel that skin off in pieces.

The folding door leading to the street inside has not yet been damaged, but there are still complete traces left before being violently assaulted. The spacious kitchen is blocked by chairs and alleys that are not messy. Outside the room, there are only beds. There were only a few pieces of furniture left inside.

Looking at the man who was slumped under the bed and wailing, I pressed forward step by step.

They are two completely different experiences.

The bodies followed one another.

It was a face dominated by fear, madness, and sin that the workers had never seen before.

The fan blade cares about it, it hums and rotates.

Waterworks and air purification systems have long been out of service for a long time.

I reached out my hand.

But that time it was because of my dead husband.

In such a cramped room.

I take a step back and approach you.

He may feel that his death is just a series of big, insignificant numbers in statistics. But this is not the case. Every death will make the city more exciting, weakening and corroding the culture.

Agash's body was taken away from you for recovery a few weeks later.

"It's an attempt to retreat." The monster said, "He is trying to save what he has abandoned with his own hands."

But there is a kind of temperament under you that makes people can't help but look at you twice.

The monster's heartbeat was very quiet, but it was audible in the thunderous roar of the fan blades, with hundreds of thousands of lives hanging on it.

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I was wearing a tattered robe, and my deformed body was wrapped in rags pieced together from the clothes of more than a dozen deceased people. My body was covered with blood and stains.

When I stood up, the inhuman head brushed against the ceiling.

The man has a small mouth, his pupils shrink violently, and your body trembles with joy and fear.

The sobbing stopped.

"Have you ever thought about it, everyone outside that city wants to escape from purgatory."

You clutched your arm tightly, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

"The question is not how he lived, but how he died."

A harsh sound burrows into your brain, a low wall of sound and smell building between you and the city within.

The talent inherited from the emperor played a positive role in this special situation.

This door is scarred.

"Think about the fairness and justice that his death may bring to that world, and then think about the order and salvation that you bring, he will feel a little worse."

You and Agash spent many nights together under this bed.

Only a few personal belongings were left behind.

"There was no law against suicide in ancient times." Midnight Ghost's voice had a hiss, "We have to hold funerals for suicides, and we will be buried with honor. Those who attempt suicide will be sentenced to death. ”

But even so, I am ugly.

A feeling of yin and heat rushes through your skin like an electric current.

But the lines on Agash's face are still gradually blurred in your mind.

You are too tired to be afraid.

The rusty fan blades beat the screaming bearings endlessly, sucking in the rotten smell accumulated in Nogelesmo.

The first visit was not a formal occasion; it was a good-faith, private meeting.

"Very bad."

The hollow outline of the clothes is far from the real person.

Out of insult to the tenants.

Talish closed his eyes, "You just have to endure all that now."

Midnight Ghost's pure white eyes flashed, "His crime lies in the way he chose to die."

You were crying so hard, did you see me bending over and dragging this pale, skinny, yet huge body out of the house?

The out-of-service recycling center and outdated tap water system make the temperature on the ground floor of the hive city unbearably low. The streets are full of people, and there are sweaty bodies everywhere. The penetrating stench made Talish unbearable, and the rich smell of copper rust filled his mouth.

"Midnight ghost..."

The small and stooped body takes away the first gleam of light from behind your face.

It had just rained in the Nostromo Quintus nest, and the smell of blood in the air was even stronger, even close to the stench of decay.

"You are here to save him, but he is not the same as everyone else in the city. You want everyone under Nogilesmo to transcend the realm of beasts and return to the realm of civilization. "The voice of Midnight Ghost became passionate, and my grotesque body twitched slightly.

In the corner of the room where someone was watching, my blood relatives quietly watched everything behind them.

Compared to these thugs who kicked the door panels with their shoes or used spray guns to melt the lock cylinder into molten iron, the visitor who came through the secret entrance was a gentleman.

It was the smallest of the few things that freed you from it. You took out the most beautiful dress from the cabinet, hoping that you would be more dignified when you left.

Not even these inhuman, pure white eyes.

On the bloody shadow.

After taking a brief moment, Saint Stella followed quietly.

Death is approaching.

You cried again.

When screams rang out in the slums, Coates laughed: "You dare to say that he wants to die now, but fortunately, your work must be completed."

You took out some of my worst clothes and put them under the bed, but that behavior did not remind you of your husband.

"In addition, there is a taboo against committing suicide, so many people will do it."

Saint Stella raised her head, and a bat-like white shadow flashed past in the gap in the corridor.

Did you hear the knock on the door, or did you hear the blade-like fingers quietly crushing every metal lock.

When Saint Stella sees the group of workers, you suddenly think of these animals in captivity.

"The purpose of killing people is just, so no matter how good the means are, they can be forgiven." Koz's inhuman body trembled, "You must bathe in their blood to achieve such a purpose, then you will So. Justice is your goal, and the only way to achieve absolute justice is fear. Without fear, there will be no order, and the joy he suffers will nourish fear, allowing fewer people to survive, and the decaying society will go away quickly. Down the Road to Redemption.”

We kicked it, we smashed it, we smashed it with hydraulic jacks.

The white pupil and iris merge into one, forming a divisible white circle.

The answers to these questions did not confuse Sanguinius, for they would soon be revealed.

That’s ridiculous: “You’ve done nothing wrong, you haven’t lived that life to the best of your ability.”

A large drop of cool, moist red fell to the floor, merging with the thick pool of blood.

You opened your eyes and turned to face the creature that had invaded your large room.

He abandoned his own existence and brought the city closer to the edge of collapse. Every death is a redeemable sin.

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Feeling like you couldn't take it anymore, you covered your ears.

There are fewer bats than there are outside the city, like some kind of creepy decoration.

"Why?" You asked loudly with tears in your eyes.

Your voice was loud but provocative: "But have you done this, have you done anything wrong, have you hurt anyone, or even thought about it. You have no complaints outside of that. He is living a hard life, what is he doing here?”

But we only glanced at each other briefly, then turned around and walked down the dry and smelly alley. No one even took the initiative to talk. Apart from the sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of sewage falling from the eaves, the whole city It's so noisy that it makes you feel crazy.

It is guaranteed that anyone who retreats into the room out of curiosity can see his masterpiece immediately. The exhaust fan is still buzzing, and with the surge of air, the bloody human skin is also rolling up and down. , you can vaguely see the despair and happiness remaining on the man's face.

"But you haven't had enough, you just want to die," you said emphatically.

Like the sound of wings beating the air.

Our home has been burglarized many times and has many locks.

Midnight Ghost explained patiently, "Nogelesmo is a world that can make people feel happy, but it cannot get worse. By committing suicide, he himself could not escape the suffering of that city, but that It will also encourage others to do the same thing.

In dim light.

The good and bad memories tried to evoke a smile on the man's face, but it was choked by your sadness.

You burst into tears and closed your eyes tightly.

Then he suppressed the urge to scream, which would cause trouble.

It's reminiscent of the smell of death.

Even though the temperature is unbearably low, the fan blades are screaming and buzzing, and the suffocating stench is everywhere, you still feel content.

There is only Agash's empty clothes under the bed, quietly waiting for you.

My heart beats very slowly.

This smell is with you when you are born, and will also be with you when you die.

"But you want him to die in that way." Midnight Ghost's voice even had a stern request, "What you are going to do to him next will make you feel that you have made the wrong choice. You will try your best to Do whatever you can to hurt him."

Then he entered the hive with the help of the Star God's sword.

As you lay outside Agash's cool, powerless arms, you could feel that slow happiness was not dangerous.

Fear spread out from the remains of similar corpses. Shrouded in that kind of extreme emotion, the entire city gradually came out of the brink of self-destruction, and all its internal components were operating at extremely low efficiency. With.

You smell it.