Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

The steps of the Storm Bird opened, and two large groups of Hades Terminators walked down both sides of the steps, stopped on the landing platform that had been prepared, and then turned around facing each other to form a ritual corridor connecting those who were about to arrive.

I swallowed.

The eyes beheld the stormbird's gleaming golden interior.

A figure stood there.

A second ago there was nothing.

That figure, I am sure, must be the emperor's heir. That perfect and glorious martial form can only belong to the Primarch.

My breath caught in my throat and my heart was shaking.

With a ray of sun, the figure walked from the pearly white Stormbird to the steps and to the landing platform where Gastlin stood.

Gastlin saluted him.

She walked past where their last soldier stood.

That location was also the last deck of the landing pad. She didn't say a word.

After that step, she reached where we were standing.

She walked towards the muddy road full of puddles, but we still didn't move or say a word. I seemed to be suppressed by a force, and the never-ending storm of Pentalus also stopped.

I wait, my brother waits, even the world itself waits.

The man's light shrank a little.

Time seems to have been restored.

Not that Horus stood before us, and my heart stopped completely.

The great white wings spread out and Sanguinius's powerful and glorious posture is in front of us for the first time. At the same time, for the first time we see her terrifying glory blooming and her extremely beautiful existence.

The light that illuminates the darkness illuminates the darkness within us that cannot be filled.

That moment!

My two hearts beat again.

After that moment, everything was different.

Dawn, sunrise, and the archangel wrapped in golden light looked at the army assembled in front of her.

Looking at these, there are inhuman murderers created with her genes, ghouls covered in scars and blood clots, and bloodthirsty people with handsome skins.

When she saw us.

She must have seen the depths of our hunger and the undercurrent of madness, the dark curse within us.

She came to us and held out her hand.

I could feel her gentle fingers wiping away the blood clots on my face, and the tenderness, the tenderness that comes from a mother.

It is not a false emotion obtained from mortal memories, but it truly exists in front of me. This tenderness is more deadly than any knife wound. My knees are extremely heavy, and I am ready to kneel before her and swear allegiance.

However, no.

She does not ask for our loyalty.

"What's your name?" She looked into my eyes, her tone pleading.

"Amit."

I answered, wondering whether I should add a title after it.

"Thank you." She nodded gratefully, then walked to the other sergeant next to me and repeated the same question.

"Cahill," my company commander replied, adding the dull attributive: "My lord."

"Thank you, what about you?"

She walked towards the third warrior, and she soon realized that there were nearly 30,000 offspring here, waiting to be saved souls.

So she waved and begged her heirs to step forward regardless of class.

Tell her your name.

At first, some of the soldiers in front spoke, their voices dull and unnatural.

But soon, stimulated by adrenaline, the soldiers behind began to respond with loud roars.

Someone was worried that their name would not be noticed, so they repeated it louder.

This is so funny.

We are a group of homicidal killers.

But now they are like a group of children, playing a boring game and never getting tired of it.

The shouts came one after another, and in the end everyone responded with their loudest voices, until their voices became hoarse, and the game reluctantly stopped.

before this.

The way we view the Primarch is a mixture of two very different emotions, fear and anticipation.

But now, all that remains is almost feverish anticipation.

Why was she asking for our names and what was she going to do with them?

She salutes us, pressing her fist to her heart. Finally, in front of our expectant eyes, He spoke.

"I know your names, and I also know your former names.

You fight on the darkest battlefields in the galaxy, and are honored and feared. It's both, no matter who is better or worse. You have been given a difficult task, to achieve it in the way you believe is best, only to find yourselves met with suspicion and injustice.

I will not say that your actions are wrong, nor will I blame those who fear you.

That is all in the past, and now is our chance to save ourselves from the brink of destruction. We have come together again to fight as one bloodline, and from this day forward you are no longer a broken legion. "

Tears washed away the scars on his cheeks.

Unparalleled joy spread in my chest, our mother recognized us, nothing could be more wonderful.

But what she said next set a fire inside me.

“No, I won’t ask you to be loyal just because you have my blood flowing in your veins.

Instead, I will offer you my loyalty.

I am Sanguinius, Primarch of the Ninth Legion, daughter of the Emperor.

I am not here to ask for your loyalty, but to learn from you and make progress together with you.

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If possible, I will fight side by side with you and bathe in glory together, or go to hell in shame. "

She pulled out the dyed red blade in her hand.

Kneeling on one knee on the muddy ground, rainwater flowed along the ice-white wings.

No tongue or mouth could describe the scene at this time, and the surprise made the disciplined Luna Wolf whisper.

Such a unique life form, such a humble behavior before.

We have been apart for too long, we have fought in the dark for too long, and we have not trusted anyone for too long.

Although we have sacrificed too much for the Imperium, now our own Primarch, our mother, kneels before us.

We are showered with endless glory and frustration.

A scream of pain passed through Captain Cahill's helmet.

When I saw the angel in such a humble state, I groaned in pain.

He couldn't even stand still, like a child being punished. Incomparable shame washed my heart, I was trembling, and I was so disgusted by our barbaric behavior that I wanted to vomit.

For the first time, I felt sick because of my uncontrollable bloodthirsty.

I seem to know what I am.

I am unworthy of my mother's humility, devotion, and devotion.

And we will never be worthy of it for eternity to come.

Until Legion Commander Osuran took us there, he also needed a little strength to persevere.

He stood in front of the Ninth Legion, facing the kneeling Archangel. We can see his trembling fingers slowly placing on the Archangel's shoulders, and then facing her face:

"On behalf of all the soldiers of the Ninth Legion, we accept your allegiance and oath. Daughter of the Emperor, beloved by all, rise up, mother. Rise up and lead us to war and victory. The children of your blood have already prepared for this moment. The wait has been too long.”

The archangel stood up.

At this moment, it rained heavily in Pentalus' paradise.

First it hit the Luna Wolf's storm bird, and then the water washed away our armor.

From the helmet to the soles of the shoes, the muddy gore was washed away.

The angel raised her head, a drop of rain fell on her face, and a smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

She looked at us again.

Holding the dyed red blade of hope high, she spoke, her voice rising above the never-ending storm of Pentalus.

"Warriors of the Ninth Legion, children of Fury and Blood, I come from the depths of the desert and across the stars to meet you. I come to take back your rightful place in my father's great crusade.

Will you fight by my side?

Are you fighting to realize my father's dream, which is the unification and liberation of all mankind? "

No heart-rending roars, that's not our tradition.

Instead of that, each warrior of the Ninth Legion raised his own melee weapon and stabbed into the sky, like the ocean, preparing for the tide of war and responding to the red-dyed blade of the sky.

I raised the battle ax in my hand, and the sweat of glory flowed from my heart.

I broke formation and swarmed towards Sanguinius, the largest of us gingerly touching her wings with our fingers.

Luna Wolf taps his bolter to the chest to show recognition and respect.

Lightning flashed and thunder resounded.

My tears slid down my face with rain.

In my happiest moment, I held Captain Cahill in my arms. I held him tightly, always cherishing him as my brother and never challenging his authority again.

For my legion is complete, my brothers are complete.

-I am complete.