Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

"Father?"

Painful memories flooded Kano's mind.

The long time has already blurred the figures of his parents in his memory.

Only the bloody bones in the burning village under the dark yellow sky were engraved deep in his soul.

He shook his head.

Force yourself to break free from the memories.

"Will the father of the angel be a real god?" Kano said curiously.

"Shh!"

Sanguinius raised his index finger slightly to his lips.

He gestured to silence himself.

The angel's warm voice mixed with the warm wind came slowly, "He is the savior of all mankind, the death of faith, and he advocates science and truth. Gods cannot compare with him."

"hiss--"

Kano's face was full of surprise and he stroked his chin.

He was thinking how arrogant a person could be, daring to call himself the savior of all mankind.

"So he came to pick you up?"

Cano said.

"Yes." Sanguinius nodded, and then fell into deep thought.

No further reply.

This made her look a little uneasy.

Kano has encountered similar situations many times in recent times.

He was not in a hurry, he just stayed quietly beside the angel and waited silently.

His eyes passed under the outstretched wings of the angel, passed through the wide open window in front of him, and landed on the endless open space below the brass fortress.

once Upon a time.

This place is still full of yellow sand and radiation.

But in the nearly two years since the capture of the Brass Fortress, everything has changed dramatically.

The clean water extracted from the Blood Mountain has revitalized the dead desert. The green straw stretches into stretches, showing gratifying vitality.

Towns were founded under the leadership of angels.

Full of ideals and vitality.

The descendants of pure-blood tribes learn the knowledge collected from the relics of the golden age and the necessary skills for war and combat in spacious and bright classrooms.

People were walking up and down the spacious streets, doing whatever they needed to do.

No more worrying about the arrival of mutant and radioactive beasts.

In the center of the town, at the end of all roads.

It's a statue of an angel.

The angel's wings are spread out and he is holding a sword.

The flames of anger flashed in his eyes, and the head of the mutant leader was under his feet.

Majestic and shocking.

In the past two years, Cano has been through life and death countless times.

Dying.

But whenever he returns to this town.

When you see the scenery in front of you from the Blood Mountains, you will feel indescribable comfort and relaxation.

Everything he did was meaningful, even in a war someday in the future.

Throw away your life.

He can also shout that he is fighting for the liberation of all mankind.

He followed the angels and gave his life for a greatest cause.

This is his ideal.

It is also the ultimate romance for a man.

He died with no regrets.

When Kano recovered from his thoughts about death, he looked at the angel beside him.

The poet once told Kano privately.

An angel is a star carved into human form, and Carnot couldn't agree more.

More than two years.

The angel grew to a size that could be described as majestic and majestic.

She is twice as tall as an adult. Kano's figure is already considered tall among the warriors, but it can only reach the waist of an angel.

Her figure is slender and harmonious, possessing both the softness of a woman and the agility of a warrior.

Her long golden hair cascaded down her perfectly curved back like a waterfall, shining in the radiance of stars.

The amber eyes are full of affection, and then the skin is as white and flawless as fine snow.

Although Kano had never seen real snow, he was sure that the legendary scene must have such a color.

Finally, behind the angel, there are snow-white wings dotted with pearls and silver hangings. The pure white feathers tremble gently in the cool evening breeze.

His angel wears a ceremonial armor.

White gold and bronze cape.

This armor cannot compare with the beauty of the angel, but it can still barely cover the original body's star-like radiance.

but now--

This shining, perfect angel.

His brows furrowed.

Even Kano could clearly see that she was worried and thinking about something.

Thinking of the conversation that just happened between the two, Kano thought for a moment, and finally boldly said, "Angel, your father's arrival makes you worried?"

"Um."

The angel nodded, then breathed a sigh of relief and said softly,

“I’m not sure if the things I did on Baal met my father’s requirements.

He is the death of faith, and the pure-blooded people of Bawei worship me as a god. He enforces Imperial truth across the galaxy, but I have a pair of mythical angel wings. "

"Of all his descendants, I am the most special."

The angel sighed, "I'm not sure why these special features appear in me."

"My lord, with all due respect."

Kano shrugged his shoulders and said: "Each of us is unique and different. There is really no need to worry about these things. You have the ability to predict the future, but does this ability also bring you additional benefits? Troubled. Why don’t we focus on the present and do our best to do the things at hand first.”

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"You have a point."

Sanguinius nodded, and then a smile appeared on his face, "Thank you for enlightening me, I feel much better now."

"Your compliments make me feel ashamed." Kano scratched his head and replied with a smile.

"How is the situation over at Radolon now?" Angel asked, the smile on her face faded and her expression became serious.

"He's gathering his troops and waiting for his chance."

Kano said, "The Church of the Scarlet Skull is the last and strongest mutant force on Baal, and Radolon does not dare to act rashly."

He lowered his head and held the necklace hanging around his neck. At the end of the necklace was an old and blurry family photo.

seven years ago.

The one who brutally murdered his parents and kidnapped his sister.

He is a scarlet bishop under the Scarlet Skull Sect, and now the time to drink the blood of his enemies has finally arrived.

Thinking of this, Kano felt that his spiritual energy was boiling and burning, eager to tear these ferocious mutants apart and turn them into ashes!

"Don't let hatred rule your mind."

The angel's wings gently passed over Kano's head. She seemed to be able to read the warrior's thoughts, "We are judges of justice, not butchers who only know how to kill."

"I see!"

Kano nodded, "I will remember your teachings."

"Let's go." The angel reached out and grabbed Kano's shoulders and jumped down from the open window sill. "Let's go to Ladolon and have a look. I hope that before my father's fleet arrives, we can save the last remaining people on this planet." A poison sac has been completely removed."

"I am willing to give my life for this great ideal - ahhhh!"

As soon as Kano opened his mouth, wind rushed in from his mouth.

Continuous mountains and dry wasteland quickly passed through the field of vision, turning into gray and white lines.

Before his oath could be uttered, it turned into a scream in the strong wind of hunting.