Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 94 Blood Angel Thousand Sons, bullying the Iron Warriors! (Second update, please order)

"I'm sorry that I'm late. The storm on Zharugin is too fierce. I'm not sure if this is out of jealousy for me." Perturabo said, explaining his rudeness with a little joke , shorten the distance between each other.

His voice was so loud.

Like a hammer hitting red-hot steel, it echoes in the storm.

"I am the one who is really late on this matter, and I'm sorry, my brother." The angel responded with a smile, "But thankfully, I'm not too late."

"I have to say, you came at just the right time."

Perturabo said, "Your power is crucial. Things on Dawn Star will be very different because of your arrival, my blood relative."

After a brief silence.

The two Primarchs embraced each other like long-lost friends.

Azkelon can guarantee that if it were Rogal Dorn, Guilliman, or other primarchs who appeared here, they would definitely not get along so easily. On the one hand, the Iron Lord Perturabo's own character is very eccentric, and on the other hand, it is because of the competition and disagreements that may arise between the Primarchs.

When Perturabo and Sanguinius were separated.

The same scene happened every day under the main streets of Kalena. The Space Marines immediately distributed evacuees from the camps around the city and set off towards the star port. Assuming that these members of the Mechanicus were wrong in their estimate of Azkai's remaining time, Emperor Pettu's frontline talent would need to ensure that he would stay under that planet after its destruction.

Azkelon sees no competition, only brotherly and sisterly camaraderie.

When the little angel followed the Lord of Steel and left to talk in the basalt fortress named Sawai Mavis. The first batch of Blood Angels had not yet joined Azkai's work in organizing the evacuation and maintaining order. Kano is one of them.

As thousands of frightened, rain-soaked people walked miserably along that road towards the Star Port Gate.

"The Blood Angels of the Fourth Legion." Perhaps because he was aware of Kano's identity as a psyker, Awaiman felt a warm feeling from the bottom of his heart.

Astalon pursed his lips and thanked me for spending time studying many books related to art fields at my mother's request. That knowledge finally came in handy at that moment, but even so, it took me a little time to summarize my own language.

"Does this mean you can talk about your respective original bodies?"

At first glance, Holy Dawn Star and Emperor Petu are so similar in appearance and thought, even completely opposite.

I was scanning the crowd like a counter and said, "The news you got is that there are backlogs and bottlenecks throughout the city."

The Iron Warrior warrior argued mercilessly, "But sometimes, fear cannot be a huge motivation."

Astaron noticed that the angel wanted to say something, but you chose to give up and just smiled towards yourself.

Primarch——

I seemed to be trying my best to contain the smile on my face.

You can see all the patterns under the starry path.

"It's Ur-Phoenician,"

I took off my helmet and a smile appeared on my face.

I vaguely noticed a white shadow passing by me in the rain.

But at that time, I keenly noticed that the atmosphere in the eight-person room seemed to be getting less weird.

Kano, who was wearing armor and fully armed, was walking under a tree-lined path in Kalena, the capital of Bu Guangzhu.

Of course the angel had his reasons for not agreeing, so you nodded and followed the Lord of Steel.

"Something you are willing to tell." Emperor Petu once again set his eyes on the little angel.

Astalon, on the other hand, had no strange feeling rising in his heart. I was both relieved that I had to endure this terrible stare again, and regretful that I didn't get the answer I wanted.

"Want to talk about something?"

Thinking of that, the great anger in Awaiman's heart suddenly disappeared and disappeared with the wind.

We are angels of death who are merely diviners, but also outstanding scholars.

"You see the electroplating pattern under the arm guards, the unified design and ancient oriental craftsmanship."

The rain became smaller and smaller as it went up, pouring down like a torrent of particles.

"Is there nothing wrong with its construction?"

"Yes, not really." Bu Guangzhulong replied thoughtfully, "You are just admiring my workmanship, little man. Some of the decorations below are very unique."

Astaron spoke, trying to keep his attention from the huge pressure brought by the original body, "You also saw the mixture of ancient Greek style and Baroque style. In the distant golden age, those elements were used by artists at that time. They are collectively called eclecticism.”

Thousands of barges, transfer ships, shuttles and aircraft steamed through the heavy rain, carrying countless women, men, children and the elderly to the orbiting spacecraft. The furious sky took on a deep leaden color, as storms and churning air turned tiny amounts of metallic dust into something predictable.

——

Bu Guangzhulong said, "You have seen similar words under the armor of the Forbidden Army, but you know the meaning of those words."

Awaiman saw a city that was about to be destroyed and was being hit by heavy rains. The eight of us exchanged names. That was bad. At least we now no longer have a bridge for communication.

"We do get scared."

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"The rain is getting lighter and lighter."

At that moment——

It's hard to imagine that we all sprang from the same genetic roots.

In such an environment, accidents often happen.

Kano immediately tightened his grip on the bolter in his hand and looked towards the sky.

Emperor Petu was talking to the Holy Dawn Star, but Astaron's attention was not below. It took me a while to realize that the words were not addressed to the little angel, but to myself. When the eyes of the two original bodies fell on Astaron, even the Terran veteran felt relaxed.

Now that Kano has been reborn, he is no longer obsessed with fighting and fighting for fewer honors.

Before some greetings.

We have conquered planets one after another for Bu Guang, only to burn them into cokes. More importantly, we have preserved the culture and inheritance from them, bringing even fewer possibilities to human civilization. Ten thousand years from now, mankind will benefit endlessly from Magnus' wisdom.

The Lord of Steel nodded slightly, with a smile missing from his face, "Now let me tell you, what else did he see?"

"He has a bad eye, soldier."

While the aircraft was falling, it had not been locked by the defense measures under the city's orbit. The sun's spears spurted out along a straight line, evaporating the aircraft and the unlucky guy outside into a ball of blazing steam and disappearing. In the sparse rain curtain.

The smile on Petub's wide face gradually faded, and a thunder sounded in the sky. The rough face of the Lord of Steel was hidden in the backlight of thunder and lightning. After a period of silence that brought a lot of pressure, I continued to speak, "Soldier, you have been looking at you. Tell you what he saw?"

Kano slapped his head and said stupidly, "Please forgive you, but you must introduce to them the angel of the new empire, the son of Labo, the dawn of all mankind - your mother, the Holy Dawn Star."

But they don't have the same philosophical concepts as a small number of Gillest warriors.

But when Astalon observes deeply, I will find that our pursuit of beauty and art does not share the same passion. Astaron's eyes wandered under Emperor Pettu's armor, catching every curve and movement of a skilled craftsman.

For those steel guys, you might as well have less patience.

From here forward.

Boom!

——

Awaiman's roar came from in front of him.

Sometimes, even veterans like Azkelon lament. There were twelve great beings like his mother, and as the Great Crusade progressed the number might even become fewer.

He took the initiative to say hello, "Your name is Awaiman. You come from the Seventeenth Legion and are the descendants of Magnus."

When I mentioned the little angel, the corners of Kano's mouth opened involuntarily, and his face was filled with a happy and cool smile.

"You're looking at your armor."

The narrow street is known locally as the "Stardome Trail."

Although Kano is an old warrior.

The two aircraft collided together for various reasons and were squeezed into a ball of burning steel. They twisted and fell amid the screams of the crowd.

With the angel's encouragement, Astaron replied seriously.

"Your name is Felix." The veteran took off his helmet, revealing a face that was scarred but still as rough as steel.

But Thousand Sons are the same.

"bad."

Astaron looked and observed more casually. Then I saw curled text wrapped around the edges of the gauntlets, breastplate, and greaves. I initially thought they were scattered armourer's marks, but individual inscriptions, but certain memories emerged in my mind.

"Big heart!"

"Villain, you are talking about you." Astaron asked with certainty.

"It's wrong."

The corners of Awaiman's mouth twitched slightly.

Emperor Petu suddenly said, "That's a suitable place for chatting. Let's go sit in your fortress with you. You still have a lot of work to complete. Time will be wasted."

But Flix's face became completely clear. I frowned, my face was as white as the bottom of a pot, and even my breathing became a little heavier for a while.

The road was made of white steel, and it was covered with patterns of celestial bodies observed by Azkai observatories. When walking under it, it feels like walking in the shining Milky Way, full of artistic beauty and romantic atmosphere.

"You inscribed it under your armor in a unique and ancient language."

"What's going on below?" Astaron asked curiously.

As the name suggests.

A light rain blew in from the ocean in the valley.

"The chief think tank of the Seventeenth Legion and the Holy Lecturer of the White Crow School. You have heard of your name. Did you think that I would be able to meet you today? What an honor!" Kano leaned back and shook his hand. Holding Awaiman's hand, his face was filled with the brilliance of meeting an idol.

When I wanted to explore casually, I found that there was nothing under the messy streets. Kano scratched his head in confusion. I heard no soldiers nearby calling me, and then put aside that trivial matter. He walked towards the direction of Awaiman.

My yellow and white power armor glistened in the rain.

However--

"But these are special people, they are livestock."

When the eight people passed through a polished Uthlite arch, Awaiman broke the silence among the eight people and took the initiative to say: "The silent waiting is always so difficult. You are from the same legion and have the same experience. Maybe it can bring you wisdom and enlightenment.”

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When he first became a Bu Guang Zhu Te warrior, Kano would often feel arrogant about some of the potential he had shown. But very slowly, Kano quickly recognized the reality after being hit one after another. After a brief moment of confusion and joy, Kano accepted his mediocre status quo.

As well as my mechanical knowledge and unparalleled features, I felt inspired at this moment.

I wish you a happy Dragon Boat Festival, happiness and good health~

Flix replied in a clear tone: "Your original body led you to win one defeat after another, and brought back one planet after another for Labo, that's all. During that period, although you We have met the same opponent, but we have not been crushed by steel and turned into ashes, so there is nothing bad to say."

But smaller-scale disruptions and chaos did not actually occur.

At that time, Kano, who was responsible for maintaining order from behind, finally sent the first batch of refugees into the star port. I originally thought it would be a stressful and enjoyable job, but in reality it was far less troublesome and more tiring than Kano expected.

"The climate in Azkai is becoming more and more severe. You must find a way to make us move slower." Another battle brother on the edge of the street said through gritted teeth.

Emperor Pettu said, "It is one of the earliest languages ​​that humans can know. My variant came to spread to Olympia through the colonial spacecraft and became the official language of the place."

Every 100 meters, there are no Legion soldiers helping to move and accommodate the crowds of refugees.

Kano looked at the seventh warrior outside, an elite veteran from the Iron Warriors.

Gillest also came out from among mortals, without his relatively strong side. War should be everything to Bu Guangzhut, and it is Gilest's duty to save mankind from water and fire. So Kano embraced his mission and took it seriously as a test.

"You are either at war or not preparing for war."

When the phased tasks are completed and you can take a short rest. Kano even suppressed a smile and felt sincerely relaxed.

I am a noble and rational scholar.

Awaiman said, "We are soldiers of the legion and cannot march like you. If you force us too hard, you will only cause a full panic, and then not many people will die in the trampling. Instead, It will slow down your efficiency.”

Awaiman sighed. The soldiers of the 7th Legion have the same virtue as our original body. They are very meticulous and can always find faults in our words at the slowest speed. They are always making excuses. It's strange that I have to do that kind of dirty work.

"Tell you what he saw down there," the Lord of Steel demanded.

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