Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Boom!

The ammunition compartment of a heavy armored vehicle exploded. Blue plasma gas spurted out from the gaps in the armor. Its shell was heated to a dangerous orange color by the high temperature. Alien blood spattered on it. At that time, it turned into a sacrificial flash of light for a brief moment.

boom!

The last mutant fell.

He is the leader of this team, a transformed alien berserker.

The triangular iron helmet covered his face. The ferocious brass helmet was directly fused with the flesh and blood, providing the berserker with endless pain and inexhaustible motivation.

But now, the ferocious alien helmet, together with the head underneath, was forcibly pulled off from the shoulders by the angel. A scarlet blood mouth replaced the original position of the neck. If the angle is right, you can even see it. The lungs and heart are still squirming inside.

The head with a long string of snow-white spines was thrown to the ground.

Under the contamination of forbidden drugs and chaotic power, the body without its head still seems to be alive. After waving the rusty blade in his hand for several breaths, he stumbled over a corpse on the ground and fell to the ground.

"We won!"

Some people raised their hands and cheered excitedly.

The cheers quickly spread like a boiling ocean tide.

"Angel!"

"Valkyrie!"

I don’t know who was the first to kneel down amidst the cheers and worship the angel standing on the body.

But soon, a second and third person followed suit. If we talk about yesterday, when Angel, Kano, O'Kelly and others returned from the wilderness, a few people in the tribe were still suspicious of her. Well, today, even the most experienced and cautious hunter has swept away that part of doubt from his heart and replaced it with reverence and love.

The former is due to the incredible power displayed by angels.

The latter is because of the other party's flawless appearance and noble character.

"You are hurt."

Radolon noticed some details that were easily overlooked.

He saw the heat of the fire seeping into the flesh through the angel's exposed face, and the gray-black soot outlining the features. The long golden hair that was as bright as the sun was singed, and the flawless white wings were stained black with blood and fire. The back of her hand was blistered due to radiation, and the blisters were scorched by the fire - the angel was right, she would indeed not die from the radiation in the red mist.

But this does not mean that she will not be injured by these fatal factors and will not feel pain because of her injuries.

Those numerous scars did not damage the angel's perfection, but made her shine with more brilliance of humanity. At a certain moment, Ladoron deeply felt that she was not a god walking in the sky, but a warrior accompanying them.

"She is a real angel, no, even the angels in myths and legends are not as good as her." Radolon thought in his heart, and he carefully took out a bandage and ointment to treat radiation sickness from his pocket. But the angel did not reach out to receive these precious medicines.

"The scars may look serious, but it won't take long for them to heal and disappear."

Sanguinius stretched his arms forward.

There are no obvious muscle lines in those slender arms, but they contain enough terrifying power to overturn a dozens of tons of heavy armored tanks. Radolon stared at the blood-red scars on his arms. The flesh scorched by the fire was rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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"Look what I brought back!"

When Kano drove the alien truck back from the desert, the red fog had begun to gradually dissipate, and wisps of sunlight fell on the metal monsters through the gaps in the dense fog, coating them with a hazy red light. .

When Kano left the camp in the morning.

He only brought two desert trucks, but when he came back in the evening, there was a long convoy of seven vehicles of various types. There are also various metal parts filled with the smell of engine oil piled up in the compartment. These parts were dismantled from completely scrapped vehicles, waiting for the day they can be put to use in the future.

"You are hurt."

Kano caught sight of Sanguinius in the crowd.

The Primarch, who had just walked out of the cultivation chamber less than two days ago, had not yet shown the majestic figure of a god. But his excessive beauty allowed Sanguinius to be noticed by anyone even if he was standing in a crowd of tens of millions of people.

The scars on the angel's body have healed.

But the blood stains still remained on the wings and the plain white dress she was wearing.

"When you were leaving, we were suddenly attacked by another group of alien mutants." Radolon said and briefly explained, "Fortunately, the angels stayed in the camp, otherwise, our tribe might It will become extinct.”

"Damn it, you hurt her!" Kano gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Do the warriors of our tribe just hide behind others? Where is our courage? Where is our anger?"

Radolon's brows frowned deeply, "First of all, I am the leader of the tribe, and you are not qualified to talk to me with such an attitude.

Secondly——"

The tribe's originally joyous mood due to victory turned solemn.

Radolon is the leader of the tribe, and he has proven himself to be a qualified leader with countless decisions over the past few years. Kano also has a special and important position in the tribe. He is a skilled mechanic and a psyker with special powers. That incredible power has led the tribe out of the abyss of despair many times.

The conflict between these two people.

It is very likely to bring an indelible scar to the tribe.

Just as people looked at the two people worriedly, the angel spoke. Her clear eyes first looked at Kano, "I am a warrior, not some kind of handicraft or some kind of doll that is carefully placed in the cabinet."

After saying that, she looked at Ladoron again.

“Victory in this war is not the end, but the beginning.

I can foresee the coming of a huge crisis, which is more depressing than the red mist storm we just saw, making it difficult to breathe.

Those mutants, monsters born for war and destruction, will not sit back and watch their defeat, and more cruel hunting may come at any time. Whether we are going or staying, we have to think of a solution to the problem instead of wasting time here on irrelevant things. "

"This is not a trivial matter," Cano said.

But his words were interrupted by Radolon, and the leader of the pure-blood tribe said, "You are absolutely right, angel."