Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

"I am not your angel." Sanguinius said gloomily, "I am your terminator. I will cut open your head and drain your blood, monster."

"Hahaha!"

The thick blood energy smoke like a volcanic eruption gradually dispersed, and Kabanha walked out of it.

His chest shook, his face twisted, and he roared, "That's exactly what I want to do to you, angel."

Bang!

The floor exploded beneath his feet.

The crimson body rushed forward with a violent hurricane.

Ta-ta-ta!

Sanguinius fired.

The bullet that tore through the air accurately hit the monster's chest.

But it did not cause any substantial damage. The twisted shell casing flew out, and the burnt and torn wounds healed in the blink of an eye.

The monster roared.

He gladly accepted the pain the angel inflicted on him.

"It seems that I have to use a more cruel way to end your life." Sanguinius said, with a hint of compassion in his tone.

Uh-huh!

The wings behind her were slightly open and closed.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a golden afterimage, colliding with the devil.

There was no fancy collision, fist against fist, mountains and tsunami-like forces clashing with each other, flesh and blood torn apart, bones creaking and howling in the unimaginable blunt force.

boom!

Sanguinius stepped down sharply.

The body quickly rose up, crossing the face of the bloodthirsty demon.

Kabanha raised his head and looked at each other, and he could see the burning anger in the angel's eyes.

That anger was born from the tortured weaklings, sparkling with purity and nobility that made the devil obsessed and jealous.

Sanguinius spread his wings and knelt gently on Kabanha's shoulders.

And then--

She bent her arms and slammed down with her elbows.

one time!

Twice!

Three times!

The demon's head was first dented and then split open.

Hot blood like magma spurted out from the wound, staining the angel's delicate face, pure white wings, and golden hair that shone like gold.

Severe pain and humiliation.

Pierced through the flesh and engraved in the devil's soul.

From now on for hundreds of millions of years, it will never be able to forget the humiliation it suffered today.

"Roar!"

The demon's powerful arms waved wildly.

I want to break free from this tidal wave of violent dull pain.

But the angel would not do as he wished. Sanguinius bent down and jumped back, easily breaking free from the demon's thick arms.

With her left hand, she grasped the fangs protruding from the demon's lower jaw.

Press down hard.

Then, using his right leg as the fulcrum, the muscles on his arms were tightened inch by inch like iron ropes.

Swing it up, smash it down!

boom!

The demon's five-meter-tall body drew a perfect semicircle in the air.

When his speed reached its peak, his head collided firmly with the ground. The huge body flew sideways, leaving a deep ravine on the ground before smashing into a huge pillar.

Click!

There was a loud noise from the pillar and the monster's spine at the same time.

The stone pillar collapsed, and a large amount of rubble and dust fell like a waterfall, but the devil stood up from it.

"I won't hold back anymore, angel!"

Kabanha was panting, blood dripping from his split forehead.

He held a huge bone ax in his left hand, and a long whip made of spines in his right hand, covered with scarlet and rusty iron nails.

"It doesn't make any difference."

Sanguinius stepped forward slowly and pulled out the bronze spear stuck in the ground: "You will only lose worse."

call out!

The words have not yet finished.

The two-meter-long spear was thrown forward by Sanguinius.

The black psychic flame burned silently on the spear, streaking through a tail flame like a comet.

The tip of the spear pierced the monster's muscular chest and abdomen with such force that it even flew him backwards, nailing it to the wall at the end.

Kabanha howled.

It seemed like an insect that had been captured for study, fluttering its wings and struggling hard.

When he reached out to pull the spear out of his flesh, he found that his hand was burned by the eternal black flame.

"What kind of power is this!?"

Cabanhamin's yellow vertical pupils trembled, and a trace of fear appeared on his eternally roaring face.

"The power that will send you to hell." Sanguinius charged forward, carrying sharp and harsh whistling wind pressure. The dust on both sides was picked up and kept spinning in the air.

Roar!

Kabanha threw the spear to the ground.

In a hurry, he picked up the spine whip in his hand and rolled it towards the angel.

Sanguinius did not choose to dodge, but swung his left wing forward to cover his head and face, facing the thorny tip.

The sharp iron nails bite as hard as feathers, and blood splatters everywhere.

Click!

Sanguinius bared his fangs.

He reached out and grabbed the whip and pressed it hard. The demon's weapon exploded instantly and turned into pale pieces on the ground.

laugh!

The demon's arm came down with the giant axe, trying to split the angel into two.

While Sanguinius dodged sideways, he thrust the chain sword in his hand into the demon's right arm holding the broken whip. The tendon was torn by the sharp blade and turned into a bloody paste.

The demon's arms hung down as limply as noodles.

"Why do you defy fate?"

Ka'banhar roared in agony, "Return to us and become the Champion of Khorne. My father will protect you until the end of time."

Boom!

The devil's blood did not fall to the ground.

Instead, it turned into blood energy as rich as mist, and the barrier between reality and subspace became weaker and weaker under the continuous sacrifices of demons.

"My father is the Emperor of Mankind, and I will fight to the death for him."

Sanguinius sidestepped and dodged the falling axe.

He grabbed the handle of the ax and kicked the devil's elbow fiercely with both arms.

"No!"

In the demon's unwilling roar.

The great ax forged from the bones of a god was taken away by an angel.

"Now - meet your death!"

The three-meter-long ax handle did not fit well in Sanguinius's hands, but it was still a cruel and powerful weapon.

She roared and spoke, her golden hair burning like fire.

The devil's pupils trembled, shocked by the violence and beauty displayed by the angel at this time. He could even see the omen of his own destruction in those bloody pupils.

laugh!

The long-handled giant ax drew a bloody arc.

A ferocious scar appeared on the devil's neck, and his head rolled down full of unwillingness.

Blood!

A fountain of blood spurted out from the broken chest.

Endless, as if a huge volcano is erupting, showing supernatural power.

Sanguinius gasped and threw the bone ax aside.

She looked around with vigilant eyes. In the thick blood-colored smoke, the floor and pillars made of red stones disappeared. What replaced it was ancient brass, an endless sea of ​​blood, and a throne made of countless skulls.

"Hahaha!"

In the almost roaring laughter, the bloody fog gradually dispersed.

The figure on the throne appeared in front of the angel.