Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 83 Kindergarten Principal Sanguinius (Please Subscribe)

Bang!

Accompanied by the shaking sound from deep inside the deck.

The huge Queen of Glory-class battleship Red Tear led many cruisers and frigates out of the subspace and entered the Ultramarine. After several hours of sailing, the fleet docked on a dark green planet full of vitality.

"Death World Catachan, even among the death worlds known for their harsh environment, Catachan is one of the most dangerous planets."

Azkalon stood beside the archangel.

The aggressive confidence on his face disappeared, his brows slightly frowned, and he rarely had a serious expression.

"Is it more dangerous than Baal Sparta?" Kano on the other side heard what Azkalon said, and immediately came over and asked back with some dissatisfaction. Baal Sparta is indeed a planet full of radiation and harsh environment. Kano regarded it as hell when he was young and hated it very much.

But,

Until he became an Astartes warrior and left Baal Sparta.

Such hatred disappeared from Kano's mind without knowing when. The suffering in the past became the topic of conversation now, and there was even some boasting. After all, a coward could not survive such a cruel purgatory, let alone become the Emperor's angel of death.

"Compared to Catachan, the environment of Baal Sparta is as beautiful as heaven."

Azkalon sneered and replied.

"On Basilisk, the only deadly things are radiation, lack of water resources, and perhaps mutants, but on Catachan you can hardly find anything that is not deadly.

A leaf in the forest can tear off your entire face, the shell of an insect can even deflect a bullet from a grenade launcher, some trees in it can fight against the God Mechanical Titan, and there are frogs with power comparable to that of a small tactical nuclear bomb, etc."

Azkelon sneered, "I promise that a little cutie like you won't like this planet."

"(ˉ▽￣～)Tsk~~"

Kano pouted indifferently, "Although I have little education, I won't be easily fooled by you. How can this world be as exaggerated as you say? If that were true, the Military Affairs Department would not have sent us a rescue request, because no one can survive on a planet with such a harsh environment."

In order to prove his courage and to defend the glory of Basilisk warriors.

Similarly,

It is also to expose Azkelon's shameless lies.

Kano raised his head and took the initiative to speak to the Archangel: "Mother, please make me the first warrior to land on this planet. The credit for landing first belongs to the people of Baal."

"Ah?"

The Archangel smiled helplessly and retracted his gaze from the dark green death planet in front of him.

She looked at Kano's complacent look and was really worried. "I think this level of war is still too dangerous for you. Maybe it's better to let Garnet and Amit go first."

"I think I will set a good example for this annoying recruit."

Amit laughed not far away. He was hanging an orc skull on his shoulder armor. He licked his lips with a scarlet tongue, and continued to speak with expectation:

"I read from the military department that the invaders of this planet are those dark elves who are like stray dogs. This is a rare opponent. I will be curious about what their brains taste like. It's time to collect some skulls from them to decorate my little room.

Ah, my blood is burning.

Mother, I can't wait to bleed for you and tear those abominable aliens into pieces!"

"To be honest, your mental state makes me feel a little worried."

The archangel shrugged his shoulders, "But I admire your courage and your sincerity."

"What do you think?"

Sanguinius turned to look at Kano, and inexplicably felt like the principal of a kindergarten.

"Don't do this!" Kano jumped up on the spot, and he insisted, "Amit is indeed very strong, but my sword is not bad either.

I have been preparing for this honor for too long, practicing hard day and night, fighting with the most ferocious Astartes warriors in the duel cage. I have proved my courage and strength on the war moon of the Beast Emperor, and I can take on this task."

"Okay, okay."

The Archangel finally couldn't beat Kano, "Then this time I will arrange you to be in the first batch of airdrops, pay attention to safety. The danger comes not only from your enemies, but also from those weird plants and animals in the Catachan world."

"I will, thank you for your trust!" Kano nodded excitedly.

And Amit looked at his butt grimly and laughed.

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After discussing the general combat process,

The next step is to determine the specific combat target. The world of Catachan is covered with a thick layer of plants, and there are primeval forests with a history of tens of thousands of years everywhere. The overlapping leaves form an endless green ocean. It is not easy to find the enemy's traces here.

Especially,

The Dark Eldar are not opponents like the Orcs who win by numbers.

Each member of them is an elite, and the best of them are so fast that even the superhuman perception of the Astartes cannot distinguish their movements.

However, one thing is worth celebrating.

Because the Dark Eldar spend most of their time in the Warp Webway, they have sealed away their innate psychic powers in order to avoid being exposed to the Lady of Joy. The Dark Eldar have stronger melee combat capabilities than the Ark Eldar, but they do not have the various strange abilities provided by the Eldar Prophets.

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In the eyes of Azkelon, a veteran who has fought against both the Ark Eldar and the Dark Eldar.

The Dark Eldar are actually easier to deal with.

As long as your reaction speed is fast enough and your martial arts skills are high enough, you can easily tear these aliens into pieces.

Didi didi!

A large number of detection satellites were released into orbit around the planet Catachan.

Hundreds of thousands of pictures were projected on the strong photon screen, densely packed, covering the entire hall like a canopy. Everyone's eyes quickly crossed over the pictures. Soon, the traces of the Dark Eldar were locked with the naked eye.

Tick ​​tock!

The picture on the left has been moved to the center of the field of view.

Then, what quickly zoomed in and appeared in front of the Astartes warriors was the ancient fortress. The steel exterior walls had become rusty due to the corrosion of toxic gases. Green vines surrounded half of the fortress like a maw of an abyss, and fire that ripped through the air poured out from the hidden shooting holes.

And outside the fortress, in the forest.

It is a piece of steel and flesh combined together, like a terrifying zombie-like blasphemous monster that makes people feel creepy. These monsters are generally human-shaped, but every part of their skin shows signs of excessive modification.

Their palms were replaced with heavy metal gloves, spinal grafts and excessive bone growth made their backs bulge, with sharp bone spurs protruding directly from the scarlet flesh. They were equipped with metal arms, electrolytic whips, A dark green forbidden drug syringe, and a more cruel method is to sew the upper body of another humanoid creature together to form a twisted monster with two heads and four arms.

"What the hell is this."

Kano swallowed, with an angry expression on his face: "Are these monsters transformed from humans?"

"Some are, but most are transformed from the bodies of their compatriots."

After seeing these monsters, Azkelon's expression became more serious, "These monsters are called remains, and they are monster servants created by the Haemonculi. They are tortured by pain, and they hope to use the same pain. applied to any living creature."

"These crazy remains are no formidable opponent, certainly for us."

Azkelon added, "But the master behind them is very difficult to deal with."

"Xue Ling Ren..."

The smile on Amit's face became more and more crazy, "They are the core of the Dark Eldar society, the masters of pain and torture. The Dark Eldar's birth, death and even survival depend on them. I regard it as a kind of A rare and precious delicacy.”

I think you are a bit extreme... Kano withdrew his gaze from Amit.

Although the enemy sounded strong, Kano, who had just destroyed the Orc Battle Moon, was now in a stage of inflated self-confidence. I didn't feel any fear because of this, but my heart was full of eager anticipation.

"Those compatriots can't hold on much longer."

The archangel spoke, noticing that the tongues of fire erupting from the fortress had become a little weak, probably because the ammunition stored in it was about to be exhausted. Groups of skeletal monsters charged forward fearlessly amid ferocious laughter. The poison crystal cannons and corrosive syringes equipped on the Pain Engine fired one after another. With the sizzling sound of steel rusting, large amounts of poisonous steam erupted from the air. emerging from the fortress's armored gates.

"According to the first combat plan, plan α has begun to take action." The archangel frowned slightly and gave the order in a decisive voice.

"Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!"

The soldiers of the Ninth Legion responded with a loud war cry, and the slightly scattered atmosphere in the tactical command hall was swept away.

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Skye stared at the battlefield in front of him.

There was an excited smile on his pale, corpse-like face, and the eighteen tendrils of flesh and blood on his back were waving up and down excitedly because of the high-quality test subject that was about to be captured. The sharp-edged flail flashed with blue-purple electric sparks, and the joints of the spinal whip crackled.

"Tsk, tsk, monkeys in this world are generally extremely strong. Maybe some of my ideas can be successful on these monkeys?"

Skye clicked his tongue and thought loudly, spreading his thoughts.

Although those warriors were brave.

But now he has become a caged bird, surrounded by his own army of remains, unable to escape even if he has no wings. Their last fortress was crumbling under the attacks of poison crystal cannons and rot syringes, and could collapse completely at any time. Victory was inevitable for him.

To get through this boring time of waiting for victory.

Skane imagined the battlefield as his laboratory in Go'mor, with the Catachan Jungle Fighters as guinea pigs on his cold test bed. He would take out the precious limbs he had cultured in the formalin solution and graft them onto their spines.

He wasn't sure if the warriors' spines could handle the weight of the extra muscles.

He was curious.

This process will be painful and they may yell.

They will bleed and bite their teeth alive, but their consciousness will remain awake because he will inject additional adrenaline-based drugs during the operation. He will then use specific reagents to guide further bone growth until the body becomes bent, deformed, and becomes a fearsome, ugly monster.

Flesh and blood are incomplete, and steel is needed to supplement them.

To do this, he needs -

Whoosh!

Skye's plan was disrupted by a scream that tore through the air, and he raised his head in displeasure. He was standing on a small hill in the forest. Looking past the overlapping leaves, he could see more than a dozen red lines of fire spreading straight across the sky under the light of stars.

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"Meteorite?"

Skye was stunned for a moment, then his face turned ferocious: "It's those damn Astartes!"

Why are they here?

My great work!

Boom!

The continuous muffled sound was like a death spell. Although Skye gritted his teeth and felt a little reluctant to give up, he had to retreat from here as soon as possible. Otherwise, not only would his trip be in vain, but he would also probably leave his body here.

A suitable body, even for a wealthy Haemonculi.

It is also a very precious wealth and must not be wasted easily.

Uh-huh!

But just when he turned around to leave.

A strong gust of wind blew from the sky, causing the surrounding trees to press down one after another, and even the soil on the ground was rolled up layer by layer. The sunlight that should have been shining in the clear sky was completely blocked by the huge scarlet storm bird. Two figures stood side by side in the cabin, looking at themselves from above.

"Don't even think about running away."

Chief Captain Radolon, who was wearing scarlet power armor and had short silver hair, spoke coldly.

"Repent, ugly alien." Azkelon, wearing golden fine workmanship power armor, spread his arms and jumped out of the cabin. The light blue vector flames ejected from the jump backpack behind him offset Catachan. The abnormal gravity on the planet allowed him to land firmly on the ground.

Sonorous!

Azkelon pulled out the finely forged power sword and pointed it at the Haemonculi's throat: "Although repentance cannot absolve you of your sins, I will grant you a merciful death on behalf of the angels."

"hey-hey!"

A smile appeared on Skye's face, "It's just the two of you, you are such arrogant and stupid guys."

He clapped his hands, and two monsters as huge and ferocious as mountains of meat walked out of the shadows behind him: "Monkey, you must remain in awe of the superior races. It's still unclear who will win and who will lose!"

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