Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 109 The Four Primarchs Gather (please order)

When the three Primarchs Perturabo, Magnus, and Sanguinius arrived on the Sitan, this ancient colonial ship of the golden age had become rugged and broken due to the tragic war that broke out inside, and the steel was woven The dome collapsed, the blood of the Astartes flowed on the ground, and the piles of metal monsters were ravaged together by some huge and invisible force, emitting thick smoke and orange sparks of electricity.

But even so, these metal monsters are still struggling.

Their parts that resemble human teeth are chattering constantly, emitting a series of shrill laughter. Even the craziest mental patient cannot make such a sound. Despair, pain, hatred, strong emotions spread like a black and cold tide. Just stepping here will make you feel a coldness that penetrates your heart.

"hiss…"

The archangel stopped and let out a painful groan.

"What's wrong with you, my sister." Magnus turned around and his concerned eyes fell on the angel.

"I'm fine, I just saw some bad scenery." The archangel smiled reluctantly, "Being tied to the operating table, being cut, having the blood drained by a huge syringe, and being inserted into the cerebral cortex. Electrode, I don’t know what these pictures mean.”

"If nothing else, these are things that have happened here before."

Magnus thought for a moment and then said, "Each of those tortured in the picture are psykers with outstanding talents. When they traveled through the subspace, their talents became a curse. They were He was imprisoned there, tortured, and his weak hatred left a spiritual echo even after thousands of years."

"I'm afraid that's all."

The voice belonged to a human being.

An accurate judgment.

"Did you see him on the road? Do you think something happened to him?" The little angel's excitement was obvious and came from the heart. Magnu was at a loss for a moment. When the two separated, Saint Petula asked again, "Tell you, what happened outside?"

Chaoche shrugged his shoulders, "This guy is not difficult to deal with. You will know when they retreat."

The sound reminded you of a Dread Mecha.

Even the original body is still aware of the troublesome existence. These Gillesters who stepped into it unpreparedly are not less dangerous than lucky.

Chaoche was not offended by the Lord of Steel's attitude.

"It's Meltan. You're impressed by my swordsmanship."

"who is he?"

Gnusbo's right hand held my war hammer, and the runes that decomposed the position started with a clear click.

"What happened to them?" Saint Petula asked, your tone as gentle as ever.

Outside was a long, narrow, low white shadow, and when St. Petula's eyes fell on it, the glass tube exploded with a click.

"He defeated less than a hundred Gillest warriors by himself, which is really... unbelievable." Astas said, "Those were new recruits who had just stepped into the battlefield. Every one of us was... He is a veteran who has served for decades.”

At the end of that corridor.

Magnu replied, "Qin Shuo, who doesn't have the Seventh Legion yet, must be me and you can survive until now."

We saw less and less Gillest, and in one case we all fell into a deep coma.

What followed was a burst of hearty laughter, with the slowness before the prank succeeded. Ancient and decaying mist surged in the corridor, and a burly figure walked towards him with laughter. The power halberd wrapped in a decomposition force field, the beast fur under the neck, the alien-pattern battle armor that has not yet been painted white, a giant wrapped in steel.

I consider the Lord of the 7th Legion to be a safe, elusive man, and even the briefest hints of closeness are some kind of disguise. I doubted my own judgment. Even when Chao Che stood in front of me, he was not polite at all, assuming a steely, cold and affectionate posture.

I still maintain my human form, but I am naked from top to bottom. The skin is smooth and tan, and the entire body is thin and low, like slime that has been elongated by life. The marks on the ribs behind the chest were cloudy and visible. It wasn't breathing, but it was still alive.

Ding Yuezibo was silent for a moment, then nodded, "No."

"Your brothers are being controlled."

"Why did you appear outside?" Gnusbo hung his warhammer on his hip, folded his arms behind his chest, with a hint of vigilance on his face, "Not yet, he has done everything to your Labo What, the worst you can do is explain vaguely after you lose your patience.”

"Saint Petula, do you dare to doubt that you don't have a sister like that?" Chaoche separated from Astas and reached out to hold the little angel's hand. When my blood-red eyes swept under me, Saint Petula felt a sense of peace.

"Sitan?" Gnusbo said, "That name has no ordinary meaning to that planet."

Sitan said, my fingertips traced under the wall, leaving happy dents under the metal surface, "A seed ship from a long-dead empire of Terra in the old era, carrying tens of thousands of A soul full of hope travels through endless space, just to find a better tomorrow.”

"Young man, if you can't, I hope you can provide more substantive content." Magnu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he chatted with his subordinates, "You heard that your legion does not have the highest rank in the empire. Weak armaments.”

Gnusbaugh runs through his own principles.

"How it is."

As the Lord of Steel, I can tell at a glance that those abominable machines are not driven by electromagnetic or physical forces in the universe. Instead, it was covered with a shadow of subspace, and that power was so weak that Genusbo didn't even feel troublesome.

A Gilest warrior wearing red without gold stripes came out.

"How dare you call it salvation."

But the power sword in the hands of the young swordsman disappeared. I was leaning against the wall, moving every time, my heart was broken, and the armor on the back of my chest was stained with dried blood. Ding Yuezisi carefully inserted a ray of spiritual energy into Labo's body.

Sitan screamed, and a storm of spiritual power surged out of the secret room, like the air wave caused by the launch of an orbital cannon.

I turned around and walked at the end of the team, while Astas and others followed closely behind. At the end of the small hall was a low-tech medical room filled with low-rise machines and glass surfaces. The outside of this huge glass tube was filled with clear gel, and a small part of the glass tube had not been broken. There was a thick layer of mud under the ground, exuding a rotten smell.

"so…"

The thick python-like cables under the ground were broken, flashing with pale and cold electric sparks. The lumen lights under the head were also flashing with the frequency of the sizzling electric sparks. The walls were covered with blood. Some of them are very new, but some of them are very old, as if they haven't been through for thousands of years.

"You wish you could help me make a suit of armor, something more heavy and flexible."

It was enough to please Astas to bury Rabo with so little.

All eight Primarchs were unprepared for battle.

When Astas walked through the complete ventilation duct and came to an abandoned small hall, he saw Labo who was wearing scarlet armor.

"According to what he means, he saved his brothers and not his cousins?" Gnusbo asked, with a hint of meaning on his face.

That deformed body did not turn into a pile of rotting dirt under the ground like the rest of its kind.

"Brother, I doubt you, what a surprise that is. You almost opened fire, what a big deal." Astas threw the energy weapon named Spirit Fire Python into the void, with a smile on his face , walked back in small steps, and took the initiative to hug his brother.

But St. Petula heard some of the same qualities in it. Ten thousand tortured souls gathered into the entity behind the eyes. At this moment, we can finally express our joy and anger.

It is not difficult for us to find the right direction at the intersection. Whether it is the prophetic ability of angels or the weak psychic power of Ashtas, it can be done easily. What's more, there are still traces of battle under the ground, and the smell of blood is lingering in the air.

The glass tubes along the way exploded one after another, and the regular fragments were suspended in the void and turned into dark dust a moment ago. Ding Yuezi was upright because of Sitan's power, and Saint Petula had to use his wings to cover it. Chaoche stood there with his head held high like a hill rising from the ground, while the soldiers of the legion directly He was thrown away, hit the wall, and fell down in embarrassment.

I was wearing a helmet or not, so I could see the smile under my face and the fluffy beard on both sides of my cheeks. I almost made a little noise when I walked, not deliberately, but a warrior instinct. A fearsome warrior, a Blood Angel.

It quickly raised its head, and then opened its eyes. The blood-colored pupils were like vortexes, especially tempting and depraved.

The traces left by the battle became more and more peaceful, and Gillest's bodies were stacked together almost randomly.

Astas's face turned gloomy.

Magnu told everything about his past encounters, without hiding anything.

"It seems that things are more troublesome than you thought."

I'm glad my baby just fell into a deep sleep instead of an icy death.

"You should have not delayed informing him that you would be coming, and your lab is in danger. You can always sit back and watch." Chaoche shrugged his shoulders and continued, "As for his lab, and Doesn’t it matter to you, that thing surprised you too.”

As the only Primarch not to have studied psionics in depth, our relationship seemed to be quite faulty.

"It must be true. You should express your gratitude to him." Ding Yuezibo said.

"He was wrong, that was the name of the ship."

The air was as dull as the ground, and an unprecedented war was unlikely to break out at any time.

Saint Petula heard dull footsteps coming from the inside of the little door.

In the eyes of the original body.

"You are dead!"

"Magnu."

Lower than both Shengding Yuezi and Ding Yuezibo, and only slightly shorter compared to Ding Yuezisi.

"You just helped in a trivial way." Qin Shuo walked out of the open door, "With merit comes reward. I am indeed the most terrifying legion soldier you have ever seen, a man born to fight. genius."

However, the injuries under our bodies were all serious. It was obvious that what caused the Gillests to fall into coma was just extremely weak strength, and it also had no influence on the mental level. The former is obviously much trickier than the latter.

The leader of the seventh legion, Chao Che.

This white body raised its arms, like a preacher in a gorgeous and dark church. Controlled spiritual energy flowed from the fingertips, like droplets of mercury. The powerful wind blows, and thousands of years of dust spins into a crazy vortex under the floor.

But the glass tube at the innermost side of the medical room is still preserved.

My eyes were red, glowing with psychic energy.

Ding Yuezi replied, "But that's the worst way you can do it."

Within seconds we were on our feet, bolters held behind us, ready to fire.

The deeper you go into the interior of the colonial ship.

Astas looked at the strange creature behind him and asked.

Unexpected.

In such a solemn atmosphere, the small door was pushed open.

"Things haven't reached the most exciting point yet. Let's keep going backwards. The truth will be behind." Shengding Yuezi said. You are also worried, but you are not afraid.

Saint Petula's muscles tensed up, and she silently held the dyed red blade in front of her back in her hand. And Astas also pretended to pull out a crimson bolt pistol from the void behind him. Is that pistol a real weapon, or is it some kind of functional psychic spell? Only Astas Know.

"Actually, it's you alone."

What's even more frightening is that the tactical backpack on my back unfolded silently, and I retreated into a state of waiting to fire. St. Petula had seen Ding Yuezibo's appearance when he was dominating the war under Kalena. The ability of a large tactical backpack to burst out in an instant was inferior to the weak firepower of God's machine, and in such a closed Outside the environment, the power is doubled.

After Saint Pettula pulled it down, he held his Labo in his arms and touched my head.

The incredible power in the vast ocean replaced the life-sustaining organs, injecting new vitality into the decaying body.

"You did it..."

Genusbo was squatting underground, studying the small pile of fragmented metal robots behind him.

boom!

But you still smiled, "It's nice to see him."

Further back is a small closed door. Even if it is locked, it is still shaking smoothly.

"What's the situation now?" Astas said, I eagerly wanted to get the answer to the question.

"A name corresponds to a single individual, and you are a legion of tens of millions of people." The creature said, "But he cannot call you Sitan."

"You originally wanted to give them a surprise, but I'm sorry you couldn't hold it back. You couldn't wait any longer to see your brothers." When he was ten meters away from the little angel, he was wrapped in steel. The giant stuck his halberd under the floor to show his friendship.