Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

The final decisive battle was launched.

The pure-blooded people led by the angel and the ancient mutant empire on Baal.

They fought and killed each other on the vast plains, using all means they could think of to test each other's ability to destroy each other.

Then they won victory after victory.

Under the leadership of the angel, the glory of victory shone.

One after another, the alien fortresses were uprooted and the army moved forward.

Revenge!

Dig open the chest of the alien and drink the sweet blood.

Intoxicated in the crazy killing.

Finally, three months later.

When Kano pulled the chain saw axe out of the mutant warrior's head with a breathless breath.

He raised his head and saw a huge fortress standing in the Waste of Enod.

This was once the largest city on Baal, the center of administration and commerce, but now it has become a mutant nest.

The towering metal towers were entangled with dark green rotten vines, dried corpses hung on rusty metal plates, huge rails shuttled between floors like a giant python on earth, and mutant beasts with wings on their backs roared at the liberators on the rails.

The smell of rotten metal and cruel murder rushed into his mouth and nose along with the wind and sand.

Kano gritted his teeth.

His lips were bitten and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Hatred!

The uncontrollable fire of hatred burned in his chest.

This last alien fortress will be flattened, but unfortunately not today.

They need some time.

Gather strength and prepare for the final war.

Crash!

Kano heard the sound of the eagle flapping its wings, and looked up to see an angel flying across the sky.

She was shining and heroic.

Like the Valkyrie who commanded thousands of troops in ancient myths and legends.

She gave orders.

The large number of pure-blooded warriors obeyed and began to retreat in an orderly manner.

But they did not go away, but scattered in the yellow sand not far away, completely surrounding the fortress.

They swore.

In the future war, no mutants will be spared.

This is holy revenge.

Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!

Kano licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue and returned to the temporary command center in the camp.

In the busy and stuffy iron room, the silver-haired Radolon was holding a pencil, writing and drawing on the display board, and clearly stating his battle plan that he had prepared for many days. With the least casualties, we can achieve the greatest victory.

The angel's face was calm.

He nodded slightly, and his amber eyes quickly swept across the lines of numbers.

Sometimes he would provide some valuable suggestions.

"Victory is within reach, but the more at this time, the more we can't relax." In the angel's soft but powerful voice, this pre-war meeting came to an end.

"I will keep your teachings in mind, angel."

Radoron nodded slightly, and after a pause, he said, "Two years ago, I never thought that the pure-blooded people could reach this point."

"This victory is based on the sacrifice of countless warriors."

The angel was as humble as ever, with a flawless face showing mourning for the dead.

Radoron saluted the angel, and then hurried away, devoting himself to his endless busyness.

"Kano."

In the gentle call.

Kano raised his head and saw a complex expression on the angel's face.

Expectation and fear, uneasiness.

He has served the angel for two and a half years, and has never seen such a hesitant angel.

"Is your father coming?" Kano remembered the conversation they had had.

"Yes."

The angel nodded slightly.

She has a very strong psychic talent and can feel the power of the Lord of Humanity shining.

Somewhere on Baal.

"I have to go to see him." Sanguinius said.

"This is a matter of course." Kano comforted, "We still need some time to mobilize the army. The mutants in the Ruins of Inod have lost the ability to break out. Even if some unexpected situations really happen, I and Radoron can deal with it."

"Thank you."

The angel put his hand on his shoulder and gently wiped away a tear from the corner of Kano's eye.

"Will he take you away?"

Kano's eyes were red, unable to hide his sadness.

"Yes."

The angel looked out the window, where it was dim.

"I don't belong to Baal, I want to devote myself to his great plan. Throughout the galaxy, there are countless planets like Baal II that are oppressed by aliens and chaotic forces, and countless pure-blooded people are persecuted. I want to liberate them and bring them into the grand vision of the empire, just like I did with you."

Kano once imagined what he should do after the war?

Become a teacher who teaches and educates people?

Become a cook?

Or a driver who delivers goods in a sports car in the wilderness? Or continue to hunt those dangerous mutant beasts in the desert.

But now——

His plan was replaced by a bold adventure.

He didn't know that the choice he was about to make would completely change his life.

A boy looking up at the stars in the desert of Baal, he was about to become a war angel created by the Emperor himself, fighting for the welfare of all mankind.

"Can I join you?" Kano said.

"Of course." The angel's voice was soft and ethereal, "This is exactly what I hope. But I have to warn you that this is not a simple decision. If you can pass the genetic modification surgery, then you will be able to become the emperor's hand. Angel of war and battle, you will gain glory and shoulder responsibilities, but you will also lose a lot. Your life will not only belong to you, but to the Emperor and all mankind."

"Space Marine, you once told me." Kano said firmly, "I am not afraid of death, and I am willing to devote my life to this great expedition and fight for the revival of all mankind."

The angel looked into Kano's eyes.

There was no trace of hypocrisy in those pupils, only stone-like determination.

"I asked Radolon the same question." The angel suddenly laughed softly, and the gloomy and hesitant look on his face disappeared.

Even in the midst of year-round sandstorms, Kocano still felt the warm sunshine.

"You two really look alike."

The angel said, "Even the expression and determination when answering my questions are exactly the same."

"I'm proud of you." Angel stroked Kano's short hair that stood up like a steel needle, and she left the stuffy conference hall.

The sunlight disappears.

Kano snapped out of his trance.

Is he similar to Ladoron? He has never thought so.