Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Garnet ran away.

No one except Sanguinius cared.

The large-scale meeting continued as planned, and the atmosphere in the reception hall was cheerful.

Narrators and evangelists rushed forward, and some even fought to find a suitable location to take pictures. In the end, they had to rely on the warriors of the Luna Wolf to come forward to barely maintain order in the hall.

After a full two or three hours, this noisy meeting finally came to an end.

The two Primarchs Horus and Sanguinius walked together in the Dragon Bone Corridor of the Vengeful Spirit.

It is a colonnaded canyon with a vaulted roof, three stories high and five kilometers long, somewhat similar to the atrium of a church.

It was dimly lit, surrounded by regimental, company and victory flags.

Some faded, others damaged in past battles, hang from the dome. The crowds rolled through the corridors, their footsteps and noises intertwining into strange chords that echoed through the domes. Looking up, you can also see the dimly lit flow of people on the upper deck, and you can get a bird's eye view of the main part of the battleship from above.

Sanguinius was still thinking about what happened in the hall just now, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he looked a little distracted.

They are forgotten -

She realized that things were even worse than she had imagined.

As for Horus, Horus' eyes have always been on his only sister.

As long as he is around, the atmosphere will never become dull. According to the First Returned Son himself, this talent is not something he is born with, but is a skill he honed during his early years in a gang in Cthonia.

In those years before he was aware of his extraordinary characteristics, he lived in this gang world as an ordinary person, and relied on his ability to talk and talk like a fish in water, enjoying himself.

Until some day in the future.

He offended the local Mechanicus and had to kill his adoptive father. This beautiful life officially came to an end.

"Our great father has spoken to me about you before you returned."

Horus showed his talent for language.

He blinked.

He used a mysterious tone to stir up the atmosphere, trying to attract the angel's attention.

"What did he say about me?"

Sanguinius tucked the few strands of hair hanging on his cheeks behind his ears, and the radiance of the stars shone from the glass dome in the Dragon Corridor.

The long golden hair of the angel is bathed in the hazy light, and like the ancient oil paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, it has a unique and profound sense of mystery.

certainly--

The head of the first returning son was also glowing.

It was even more shining than the light on Sanguinius, like a shining incandescent lamp that made it difficult to open one's eyes.

After walking into the shadow of the pillars, the light gradually dissipated unwillingly.

"You can't guess it."

Horus stretched out his hand, his movements a bit exaggerated:

"He said to me, all our brothers will like you. I thought this description was too exaggerated at the time, after all, some of our brothers are always mentally different from ordinary people. But now, when I see it with my own eyes, As I walked beside you, I had to admit that what my father said was absolutely right."

"Each of us has extraordinary abilities, Russ's cunning, Rogal Dorn's perseverance, Fulgrim's beauty, Magnus's wisdom, and so on.

But of all the brothers who have returned, you are the most unique. "

Horus thought for a moment and added, "Not just because of gender, or your wings."

"Sometimes being too unique is not a good thing, my brother."

The angel fluttered his wings.

Close it and hide it in the shadows behind you.

She likes her wings, they are strong and beautiful, enough to allow her to ride the fiercest storms and gallop across the boundless sky.

At the time of return.

She had heard countless compliments.

From the mouth of the narrator or preacher, these wings are deified as the blessing of the human emperor.

The things that happened in Baobao are being compiled into picture albums, movies, and story books and are sung on thousands of planets within the borders of the human empire.

A true angel, of the blood of the Emperor.

Return to the Empire.

This is such an exciting thing. Those wings are the symbol of the new empire.

But Sanguinius understood that even though these wings were beautiful, they also represented mutation.

As described by Imperial Truth.

There is no denying that she should be classified as a mutant. Although no one in the entire empire dared to accuse a son of the Emperor on this point, it was tantamount to scolding the Emperor himself for his impurity.

But Sanguinius himself could not ignore the problem.

She must always remind herself

——Remain humble.

"My most beloved brother, can you tell me about the Ninth Legion?" When the atmosphere fell into silence for a while, Sanguinius took the initiative to speak, with a trace of worry on her pale and beautiful face, "I have never Others say they are called ghouls."

"What fat-headed people dare to slander our greatest warrior!?"

Horus had a look of resentment on his face, "Damn it, tell me this is coming from that guy's mouth, I'm going to throw him to the bottom of the deck and use him as a servitor to clean the toilet. I promise I won't give They don’t have any tools, so they can only use their tongues to lick the urine stains in the grooves.”

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"Ahem—"

After he finished speaking, Horus noticed that there was a woman next to him, not his lawless cubs.

He coughed twice and said sincerely, "Sorry, I was a little too rude just now."

"No, it's okay."

A smile appeared on Sanguinius's face. "This is no offense. I should thank you for your unreserved treatment of me."

This damn smile—

Horus felt that the dark corridor was a little brighter.

He coughed twice and forced his eyes away from the angel. It took a lot of effort to make his voice sound as calm and steady as before.

"Where were we talking about before?"

He touched his head and then continued, "The Ghost Army is undoubtedly a powerful army. They are arranged to perform the most difficult tasks, go deep behind enemy lines, tear apart defense lines, and are deployed in the most brutal battlefields. against the most terrifying enemy.

Their battlefield is too deep, which makes it impossible to get sufficient supplies in many cases.

As a last resort, they can only choose——"

"——Corpse." The angel looked gloomy.

"good."

Horus nodded and continued: "First it was the corpses of the enemy, then the corpses of the mortal auxiliaries, and in the most cruel situations, they would eat the corpses of their comrades.

I believe that in the beginning, this behavior was just a last resort option. But as time passed, the Great Crusade continued. Within the Legion, cannibalism has become a traditional ritual, even an indulgent pleasure. "