Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

The temporary command center of the Ninth Legion is located in the splendid palace of the Tagal Kingdom.

This palace, which had stood in the storm for thousands of years, was like the city outside, most of which had been burned by war. But there is still a part of the structure that stands stubbornly on the ruins. Even though the corridors, pillars, and walls outside have been blackened by burning promethium, the internal environment has been preserved.

The foul bloodstains of the mutants were cleaned away, and the blasphemous blankets on the walls were removed and replaced by the war prayers of the Ninth Legion.

Every room in the palace was unexpectedly tall.

Whether they are Astartes warriors or mortals, they can walk back and forth in it with their heads held high, and they rarely encounter places where they need to lower their heads and bend down to pass.

In the deepest room of this palace complex.

It was filled with densely packed materials, and the smell of famous and expensive ink filled the air.

More than a dozen modified servitors were busy flying around the room. The mechanical gears were already making an overwhelming creaking sound, but there was still no time to stop and rest. In the deepest part of the room is a desk made of precious marble.

Ladoron has a resolute face and short silver-white hair.

At this moment, he is lying on this desk, quickly reviewing various confidential information, and taking a direct look at tens of thousands of things happening in the entire army. The movements of his hands were so fast that they were blurry, and white smoke came out of his short silver-white hair.

Take occasional breaks to rehydrate and take short breaks.

Radolon will think about one question from the bottom of his heart - Where did my mother go?

These were the important tasks that should have been handled by the legion commander, but they were all thrown onto the head of himself, the first company commander.

He has an innate talent for handling government affairs, but in some aspects he obviously lacks the prestige of an angel. When certain matters involved the veterans of the Ninth Legion, Radolon had to remain vigilant to avoid conflicts within the Legion.

Something to be happy about.

Osuran, the master of the Ninth Legion, gave him a lot of help in these matters.

Moreover, the legion commander does have good prestige among veterans and the ability to properly handle problems, which makes it possible for the work to continue. Of course, it would be better if the angel was here. She was loved by every heir in the legion regardless of each other, and 30,000 different souls were united because of her.

It's a pity that since the Battle of Pentalus ended.

The angel's whereabouts become a mystery, making it difficult to fathom.

Tap!

Footsteps came from the corridor outside.

Radoron breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to see the ice-white wings lifting the curtains hanging at the door. The angel's shining body walked in, followed closely by a red-armored warrior, who was Radoron's Old acquaintance Kano.

With a smile on his face, the angel bowed his head and said hello to the young administrative official passing by.

The latter stood in the corridor obliviously. Radolon could clearly tell that the little guy's heartbeat had stopped for four or five breaths.

Just when Radolon was seriously considering whether to call the pharmacist over, the guy left the room with a silly smile.

After seeing the mountains of official documents on the desk in front of Radolon, the smile on the angel's face stiffened.

But these things have to be faced.

She moved a small chair from the corner and sat opposite Radolon.

——The angel was restless.

This chair was obviously not specially designed for the Primarch.

The angel's broad wings had nowhere to rest, and the body could only be forced to lean forward.

Moreover, the distance between the armrests of the chair was so narrow that Angel had to press his thighs together to avoid getting stuck in them.

But even so, the plump and plump muscles on her thighs were still slightly deformed.

Kano stood behind the angel's wings, keeping an eye on his nose and his heart, assuming an attitude of not caring about himself, trying to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

He clicked his tongue in amazement at the sight before him.

The identities of the two seemed to have been reversed, and now Radolon looked more like a legion commander.

And the angel, the angel looks like a young warrior who made a mistake.

"Sir, it's so nice to see you again." Ladoron took a deep breath and scratched his hair, "I'm very curious, where have you been during this time? No matter what method I use, I Can't contact you."

The angel patted Kano's armor with his wings and pushed him forward.

Kano had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "We...well, we found a mutant resistance stronghold in the western ruins of the city and eliminated this hidden danger in advance!"

"The western part of the city has been bombarded by orbital fire and turned into a large crater. There are no ruins at all."

Radolon said with narrowed eyes.

"That's the east. I remembered it wrong just now!" Kano quickly corrected him.

"you sure?"

"certainly!"

"I just lied to you." Radolon sighed, "The western part of the city was not completely bombed. Please use your brain more when you make excuses next time."

"Uh..." Kano stopped talking, lowering his head and pretending to be dead.

I feel like my IQ is being manipulated by Ladoron, what a shame!

"I have many important things here that I need you to review." Radolon focused his attention on the angel again.

"ah?"

The angel's red lips parted, with an expression of imminent disaster.

"I have already made a rough plan, you just need to choose one of them." Radolong added.

The angel was immediately overjoyed and said, "Thank you for your hard work!"

"The first thing is to reorganize the legion." Radoron said, "I plan to disperse the Baal recruits into several different companies and slowly integrate them. The number of our legion is too small, and any conflicts within the legion will It should be avoided as much as possible.”

"Some customs of veterans, such as eating the corpses of their comrades, etc."

Ladoron frowned and said seriously: "My suggestion is to limit it, not to apply it across the board."

"You're right."

The expression on Angel's face became serious, "This is a double-edged sword. While maintaining the status quo, we must find ways to guide it to develop for the better."

"The second thing is about psykers. Some veterans of the Ninth Legion have talents similar to Kano. If this talent is used properly, it can bring unexpected gains in the war, but it also comes with different consequences. Stable risks need to be managed.”

"The third thing is blood thirst."

Radolon said: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that there is such a dark force in our genes. We must control it to prevent things like Kano from happening."

"good."

Ladoron is the first company commander of the Angels, so he naturally knows about this matter.

Angel added, "I have heard from Osu and some veterans of the Ninth Legion that similar things have happened from time to time in the past few decades. Moreover, as time goes by, the number of people lost in the blood It’s becoming more and more…”

"I plan to set up a special army, called the Dark Watch. It will monitor the unstable blood thirst attacks and try to stop them before a greater disaster comes."

"Everything will go your way."

Radolon nodded slightly, "The next thing is the fourth thing. We need to form a private guard for you."

"Private Guard?"

The angel raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "This matter is unnecessary. I will take care of myself."

"Your safety is of paramount importance. The entire Ninth Legion is united because of you." Radolon said seriously, "There must be a Holy Blood Guard, and it must be filled by the best warriors in the legion. ”

"Of course, even the best warriors in the Ninth Legion cannot compare with a original body. But at the very least, they can prevent you from running to some dangerous places when necessary." Radolong said with some intention. He pointed and said.

“How can a free bird be kept in a cage?”

The angel looked at Kano for help.

Kano, a pig teammate, after talking for a long time, had to bite the bullet and said, "Sir, the Primarch Guard is the tradition of the empire and the heart of the heirs. You have to have a taste!"

"Then, this matter is settled." Radolon clapped his hands, "Now is the last thing."

"We received a distress message. This letter comes from the world of Kothila in the Andros galaxy. The client is Vaughn, the first company commander of the 18th Legion."

During the conversation, Radolon had already turned on the strong photon projector placed on the table.

The moment the image takes shape.

WAAAGH! ! !

Amid the roar of a landslide and tsunami, tens of billions of green skins rushed toward us like a green tide!

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Chapter 62 has been blocked, and I don’t know when it will be unblocked. Chapter 62 briefly introduces the origin of Azkelon, the chief commander of the Holy Blood Guard, the tradition of the Bone Feast, and the appearance of the Red Tear. Wait for some more trivial content.

The next chapter is probably quite late, I have to prepare a follow-up outline 1

Then I ask everyone a question, is there a specific explanation for the origin of Azkelon? If not, I will use my clever little brain to make one up.