Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 96 Magnus, eleven kills (please order)

Son, you are wasting your time, wasting your energy, and wasting your talents.

These works of art are exquisite, but they are useless. I am the king of this kingdom, and you are my proudest son. If you like these things, you only need to give an order. Across the country, hundreds of artists will be singing your praises. If you don't like their work, kill them and chop their heads off.

Fear can become a kind of power, using this power you can do anything and be invincible.

But kid, you shouldn't waste your energy and time on such useless things. You should design impregnable fortresses, explosives, tanks, huge artillery. War is truth and strength is justice. You are born for this, you should win one victory after another, dominate the battlefield, until you conquer the whole world!

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"This looks like a large theater. The design is very simple, but the symmetry and proportion are impeccable." Sanguinius's attention was completely attracted by the exquisite design on the drawing, "Inside It is decorated with a large number of columns, statues and niches, as well as the design of the triangular vestibule. There are many ancient Greek-style buildings here.”

"Just useless art."

Perturabo came out of his memories and said with a gloomy face, "I am a general, a war god born to conquer the galaxy. My mission is to dedicate one planet after another to the emperor. Obtaining one defeat after another, and it is obvious that such objects have no help in the war, so it stands to reason that they have no meaning in existence.”

"War is a means but an end. You may be really born for war, but your body and your father only regard you as a tool to realize the means." Saint Petula said with a smile, "What's more, a creation There is no way to hide the love and indifference that a writer puts into his work.”

"Tell you what the theater is called."

That is My command, that is My judgment upon you, My sons who are after my own heart, upon your victorious fiery energy.

"broken!"

You raise your voice so I can still hear you.

At this moment you collapse.

Huck knew that Genusbaugh was always joking with him.

The breeze was mixed with the fresh smell of rain and sea. A gray-white cloud suddenly appeared in front of the two original bodies. When the cloud dispersed, Astas's spirit body had not yet appeared in the studio.

Astas noticed Gnusbo first, with a smile on his face. Ashtas's Thousand Sons Legion was sparse in number, and was plagued by mutated illnesses. Therefore, although Ashtus's physical strength returned in less than ten years, he did not immediately participate in the small expedition.

"It's nice for you to see them out there, too."

Gillest's obedience and patience have given me a peaceful temperament, which makes me noble to a certain extent, even in reality my body is being quickly destroyed by your brutal attacks.

St. Petula knew that it was her brothers showing kindness.

You smiled and said, "You will send an elite team to help with the exploration."

"Huck."

Gnusbo withdrew his gaze and nodded, "In this case, this small family should hurry up and end the action. You can't tolerate your victory, and you also hope that they can change their loose character."

The sky below the Song Longhang Residential Building is burning with flames caused by magnetic collisions, and the radiation from the stars is peeling off the planet's stingy protective shield. The night sky that should have been intense now turned into a shimmering aurora composed of refracted light and turbulent storm clouds. The distorted starlight bathed the city in the afterglow of doomsday.

"But let's talk about those things before. The first priority is to find a way to complete the evacuation under Song Longhang." Gnusbo said.

Is it because of the blood spilled by Qi? Or the treacherous tears that are about to flow from your eyes.

"Your work outside has not been basically completed." The Heavenly Master from the Seventh Legion also said immediately, "If you can't, I hope you can participate in that operation on behalf of the Seventh Legion."

In this way, Dawn Star City is Magnu's commercial center.

My legion is as hard as steel, and I have a war machine that can match it.

And when Song Long Hangbo returned.

Or is it a kind of execution?

The merciless attacks will continue until my life is brutally taken away from me, until every inch of earth beneath the ground is dyed white with Gillest's blood.

I covered my chest and said sincerely, "Saint Petula, your little angel. Ever since you knew you didn't have a sister, you have always wanted to see him in person. But his whereabouts are always so erratic. , when you learned from Song Long Hangbo that he would come to Magnu, you were depressed for a long time. "

I seemed to feel that I was in the wrong, and also seemed to be afraid that Genusbo would lose his temper.

How little do you want me to die soon? This is where your suffering begins.

Gnusbo spoke with satisfaction.

"Both are equally important to the future of humanity," Ashtas argued.

"The colonial spaceships in the Golden Age may not be safe outside, and restarting exploration will be difficult."

But I still gritted my teeth and expressed it.

You executed your brother with your own hands, and you also killed a part of your heart.

I stared with eyes full of joy, my teeth were bitten and bleeding, and the green energy under my forehead burst out, beating like lifeless.

You are prohibited from attacking the head or throat, as that would shorten the execution and the reward would not serve the purpose. You forget where you are and how much time has passed. The captain's reinforced bones finally broke after repeated blows. The honorary scars and these legion tattoos left in the battle under my body were also covered with blood donations and were mercilessly erased.

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"Hey, your dearest brother."

Surely a mortal, when so harmed, would have killed me in an instant. But Gillest's death was not so physical. The vitality beyond mortals brought less torture, despair and happiness. You seem to be performing a cruel test, as if you are using the most barbaric means to explore how much minor atrocities Gillest can endure.

"In your imagination, I should be built under the mountain opposite my father's palace. Every human who makes a pilgrimage to Terra can see me."

"What a terrible disaster," said Saint Petula. "You will be happy to help him."

Astas smiled awkwardly, "You have to thank him for killing him all those years ago."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Gnusbo's mouth. I can feel the concealed sincerity, coldness, and pursuit of art and beauty in Angel. You truly hate and identify with your own work, and that praise is not for some other reason.

This is how war should be, cruel and cold.

"He's just as tired of statistical work as Astus is."

He was absolutely merciful to the legionnaires who were immediately selected for retreat and massacre.

You crushed my heart hard, and my body twitched violently before I died. After a physical struggle for the first time, I finally came up fiercely.

"You don't have anything else that requires his help." Astas looked a little more serious. "You found a Golden Age colonial spaceship on the ruins of Zalukin. Magnu's The first city was not built around that ship."

"I'm sure if you continue to debate outside, you will lose both your knowledge and your lives."

Was that murder?

What you did today is the first step for the Seventh Legion to reveal its potential.

Until the end of time or death.

"accept!"

"Taliak Dragon, its name is Talak Dragon." Gnusbo was silent for a moment, and then said, "Before the little expedition begins, you will have many sad stories to sing about. These The warriors who died on the battlefield should be forgotten, so you want to build a theater like that to commemorate these people and these stories.”

Have you stopped? Do you dare to stop?

Didi didi!

It must be said that Carena, where Songlong Hangbo and Saint Petula are now located, is the administrative center of Magnu.

Genusbo squinted his eyes and quickly browsed under the electronic data chart submitted by Tianshi Qin Shuo. To his surprise, what I completed was very wrong. The efficiency is very low, and there are no errors in the following data. I nodded and accepted the Heavenly Master's request.

You replied silently, "Father reshaped you and the Seventh Legion during the war. From that moment on, you became true steel warriors, fearful and victorious, that's all."

The little angel said, "Please be sure to complete it, and you will take your descendants to the unveiling ceremony."

In desperation, you stabbed your bloody hand into your brother's chest and held my still-beating heart. My life was in your hands.

A tangible ripple swept through, and a breeze suddenly came from the closed and dull room.

Sheng Song Longhang smiled.

Just as your Father intended, you become indestructible steel. There are no opponents that you can defeat, no tasks that you can complete, and no orders that you can execute. You will have fears, resentments and regrets...

You tore my ribs apart with your fists and pierced my guts with your fingers.

I am a crimson and gold giant, both warrior and scholar.

The cogitator array placed outside the corner of the studio made noise, and a low-level advisor of the Iron Warriors looked at his original body: "Astas requests communication with you, do you choose to accept it."

Astas naturally noticed the angel next to Genusbo, and the smile on my face became even bigger.

There is nothing more terrible than that.

My heels hit the rock due to the reverse arch of my torso, and my head shook back and forth in a controlled manner as if I was denying something.

You will forget what happened when you first met your father.

You know, but you understand that's exactly what I want.

Then, at the moment when I finished speaking.

"You will force him to do something he hates. If he is sure that he wants to go, just start as soon as possible. You will take care of the other things."

But Saint Petula always felt that he was talking about himself. Before bidding farewell to Song Long Hangbo, Saint Petula kept La Shaolong to cooperate with the work, and he left the fortress in a hurry. Prepare to set off on the Stormbird, and then go to the Dawn Star to meet another primarch, Ashtas.

Song Long Hangbo intervened in the conversation between the two, and I seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Astas's attitude. He frowned slightly, folded his arms behind his chest, and said solemnly: "Astas, you know his character, what happened to make him take time off from Magnu's ruins."

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When I heard those words, I felt a chill in my heart. I quickly put my hands behind my chest and swore, "You villain, you will definitely live up to your expectations."

Your captain finally fell.

Your brother falls, but you stand up.

Finally, Song Long Hangbo nodded and said, "You would be honored to have an angel appear in your theater."

Your vision isn't over yet.

You are not afraid, but deep inside you, some primitive, separate, still human part is wailing like a wounded beast. Was that the source of strength and victory that your Primarch sought to erase from your hearts?

Astas said, "You have enough men, so you need him to send a Gileister brigade. Well, aren't the Fourth Army and the Seventh Army interested in participating in that event? They will definitely be able to do so by then. There are some STC templates and the like collected outside the spacecraft, and you cannot share those results. "

You are being directed with passion and passion.

"Song Long Hangbo, your brother."

Ashtas is studying and inspecting the many local cultures and relics left under Terra.

My golden battle armor was crafted by Terra's finest armorers, a masterpiece of curled horns, etched muscles, carved lions, and the finest writing. A short leather skirt hangs from my knees, a scythe-shaped sword made of Prospelin wire is strapped to my waist, and next to me is a tome of psychic knowledge.

Astas shrugged.

Everyone must suffer because everyone is equally blameless.

"The purpose of your coming there is not to save lives, but to preserve lives."

Astas concluded triumphantly, "He sees that the way to survive in times of adversity is hidden in ancient wisdom, and the two are not in conflict with each other."

On this day and this war, you brutally executed your brother.

Volcanoes erupt and small seas roar.

The two of us spent several years together under Terra, learning together, overcoming difficulties, and sharing each other's extraordinary wisdom and emotions. We spent a slow and happy time that is worth remembering, and a deep brotherhood was also engraved in that time.

A violent tremor tore through my body.

The brothers tortured each other and I was knocked to the ground, but the joy did not stop.

You force me to kneel, but that doesn't mean I choose to surrender.

Genusbo frowned and said.

I should die like that, and every brother among you should die like that.

Because war is blind, so are those who will pay the price in blood for their smaller bodies.

"A small idea."

Astas looked at Song Long Hangbo with disbelief, as if he was recognizing his brother for the first time: "When did he speak to you in such a gentle tone? Are you his brother?" ?"

The original body of the Seventeenth Legion was the only giant with seven wisdoms.

Gnusbo pointed to Gillest, who had a low bulge of muscles under his neck and was as weak as a bull, and said, "He is responsible for leading a hundred-man brigade back to Zharukin to cooperate with the think tanks of the Seventeenth Legion. After completing the exploration of the colony ship, he must have messed up, so he will get out of here and start again from the guard."

Those two cities gather a small portion of Magnu's population and are connected to each other by land bridges. As if to make himself less convincing, Ashtas raised his hand to show off fewer scenes with his psychic powers.

"If you can resist punching him in the damn face every time we meet, you are giving him preferential treatment!" Song Long Hangbo cursed.

"Um."

Those words were spoken by Genusbo to my heirs.

You will remember the burning and stinging feeling of my blood splashing on your face. Gillest's dark, oxygenated blood slowly dried up. Lactic acid burns your muscles as you attack me harder and slower. Your captain's breathing became slower, but I didn't make a cry of joy, nor did I try to beg for mercy.

You will never forget what happened on this day, but when we ask you.

But my thoughts were interrupted again.

Then I discovered that you had met my requirements, so the Seventh Legion had to sacrifice one-tenth of its soldiers in order to advance to the next stage.

This is true inside, and so is the inside.

Ashtas.

"Yes, but you know which one is more important in his eyes." Gnusbo laughed, narrowed his eyes, and looked up and down Astas safely.

My whole body was convulsing, and a steady stream of blood was pouring out of my mouth.

It’s about military rank, it’s about the past, it’s about ability…

War is sentimental...

No one said that I was a wizard in fearful words, but Ashtas was not thin and strong. Even among the original bodies, my size was second only to the Lord of Fire Dragons. Far lower than Gnusbo and St. Petula.

Genusbo said bluntly.

Astas chose to drop that topic after things got more exciting. My one-eyed gaze swept across the crowded hall, and landed first on Saint Petula. "Affected by the physical weather, Dawn Star City in the north is about to be destroyed. The situation outside is really terrible. The group is wonderful, you are really busy here alone, you need an angel to help you.”

You will be reshaped according to my vision and my will. You have something to say, and your brothers are also afraid of it. You can grieve for this, even when the blood of your comrades soaks your armor.

forgive you…

"How does he want you to help him?"

"If you can manage to successfully start and operate that spaceship, you can solve the problem of insufficient carrying capacity. Accidents happen every moment under the sky of Kalena. Many aircraft are due to the good nature. The environment and heavy traffic caused the breakdown, and you knew he was worried about that."

You will be the heirs who inherit my heart of steel.

I still held my head high and feared.

"Hahaha!"

About Pibo

The relationship between the ruffian boss and the original body was unexpectedly good. He and Lao Ma are close buddies, and he has a good relationship with Ferus. Perturabo is an all-rounder with good talents in all aspects. When necessary, Perturabo's emotional intelligence is not low, and he can appease Angron and deceive Ryan's general cannon into his hands.