Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Before becoming a true Astartes, Kano had heard of the reputation of Captain Abaddon. Now that he was able to see it with his own eyes, it was indeed as good as the reputation.

Even though he had a bruised face, two big dark circles under his eyes, and a dirty mop in his hand.

Abaddon sat here with a big horse and a golden sword.

He still had the demeanor of a general.

He was taller than Sergeant Purvis next to Kano, but slightly shorter than Kano.

His muscles were extremely exaggerated, and the upper part of his arms was almost as thick as the waist of an adult man.

Even without armor, he was only slightly thinner than those Space Marines wearing full combat armor.

"Sergeant Purvis."

Abaddon greeted the instructor next to Kano, and the latter nodded a little stiffly in response.

"This is..." Abaddon set his eyes on Kano.

"This is Kano, a new recruit of the Ninth Legion." Purvis said, "He comes from the Angel's home planet, Basilisk. He once fought side by side with the Angel against the mutants living on Basilisk."

"It's a great thing to be able to fight side by side with that Angel."

Abaddon raised his eyebrows, "Are you interested in chatting?"

"Of course."

For such an opportunity, Kano naturally wanted it.

Gululu!

"Blended whiskey from Cosonia, with precious sandalwood flowers added to it, can strengthen people's physique while blending the taste. If ordinary people drink this stuff, they may die."

Abaddon took the two to a private lounge on the lower deck.

Took out an unopened bottle of whiskey from under the sofa.

With a smug expression on his face, he introduced, "This is my collection. The taste of my hometown will be less if I drink a bottle. I will only take it out to share when I meet important guests."

Kano took it with a flattered expression on his face.

Opened his mouth and took a sip.

Since becoming an Astartes, his extraordinary physique has deprived him of the pleasure of tasting delicious food. Most normal foods taste bland in his mouth, just like chewing white paper. But now, Kano feels that his long-dormant taste buds have been awakened.

A strong fruity aroma permeates between his lips and tongue.

It has a long history.

Kano drank half a cup of wine in one breath, and then reluctantly put it down.

"Don't be nervous." Abaddon filled the empty glass and said with a smile, "We don't eat people."

Kano didn't know at this time that cannibalism is the tradition of the Ninth Legion.

Among the 19 transformation operations of the Space Marines, there is the implantation stage of the famous genetic detection nerve Omophage.

This operation allows the Space Marines to obtain memories, experience and even talents from their flesh and blood. This nerve greatly increases the possibility of the Space Marines fighting under complex conditions, and is particularly useful in unfamiliar alien environments.

I don't know if it is because of genetic defects or the Emperor's deliberate design.

The genetic detection nerves of the Ninth Legion are particularly developed.

Under extremely harsh conditions, some new recruits of the Ninth Legion can even quickly inherit the combat experience of veterans in a short period of time by eating the corpses of veterans, and quickly play a role on the battlefield.

"Are you interested in telling about what happened on Bassin II?"

Abaddon shrugged his shoulders, "The story told by the preacher is like a little girl who can be embellished by others. We want to hear a more real story from you, and more critical details."

"It's too much to talk about."

Kano's personality is a bit dull, not like Abaddon Purvis.

But if the topic is to praise the angels, Kano feels that he can brag for at least three days and three nights, and guarantee that he will not repeat a word.

He talked about how he saw the angels on the cliffs of Bassin II, how the angels led their tribe out of trouble, how they expelled the mutants from Bassin II step by step, and finally, how he met the Emperor on the battlefield.

"It's incredible." Abaddon showed an admiring expression on his face, "To be honest, I originally thought that the Primarch of the Ninth Legion would be a bloodthirsty and violent berserker. But she is calm and restrained, glorious and beautiful, which is incredible. Who would not like such an angel?" "And she is very powerful." Purvis said, "When she just returned, she defeated our wolf god in a simulated battle. I have never seen the oppression she showed on the battlefield." "Compared to that, our father seems reckless and clumsy." Abaddon smiled, "Of course, even so, he is still our best father. I often fantasize about the scene of dying on the battlefield." "I will stand beside the Emperor and fight an unknown enemy. Of course, it would be best if my father Horus could be present. If he is not there, the mood will be different. In the end, I will die, and even my father Horus will die, but in the end the Emperor can be saved, which is enough." Abaddon's collection of whiskey is really powerful. Cano drank more than half a bottle and felt a little tipsy. Hearing this, He was suddenly filled with awe and hurriedly shook Abaddon's hand.

"Your loyalty to the Emperor is just as unbreakable as Horus's loyalty to the Emperor. It is admirable."

"There is nothing admirable about this."

Abaddon waved his hand, "We are the Emperor's angels of death, and loyalty is everything to us."

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After drinking half a bottle of wine, the atmosphere between the three people has become very lively.

"Want to play cards?"

Purvis took out a deck of playing cards from the drawer under the table and said:

"This card has been passed down from the ancient Terra period. At that time, the people of the United States liked this kind of thing very much. At first, it was popular among the mortal auxiliary army, but gradually it began to spread among the Space Marines."

"The largest cards in the playing cards are A, K, Q, and J. People say that they symbolize the four sons of Horus."

Purvis blinked at Abaddon, "And the four different suits symbolize the four different classes of nobles, priests, workers, and merchants."

Cano curiously took the cards from Purvis and was about to study the rules of the game.

Boom!

Suddenly a vibration came from the floor under his feet.

The red light flickered on the ceiling strip lights, and the alarm sounded continuously in the corridor outside.

"What happened?"

Kano raised his head and asked nervously.

"Nothing, I knew it was the Spirit of Vengeance entering the subspace by the sound."

Abaddon said casually, "If nothing goes wrong, we are now heading to the Taga system. If everything goes well, you can see the veterans of the Ninth Legion in the Taga system."

"But you have to be careful when you get there."

Abaddon's expression suddenly became serious, "Those guys are different from us, they really eat people. So, recruit, you have to learn to take care of yourself."