Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 112 Blood Thirst and the Watchers of the Ninth Legion

Arcana heard the footsteps of the original body. He yawned lazily, and the long stick in his hand swept past like a dragon wagging its tail, causing a strong wind to roar. Clay hurriedly threw away the long sword in his hand, rolled and crawled, and finally managed to avoid it.

"Today's training ends here."

Arcana put the long stick on the weapon rack and said to Clay, "You can't rush into martial arts, you have to do it step by step. Although your physical fitness is beyond ordinary people, you are not an Astartes after all. If you are injured It’s more trouble for me.”

"Archangel."

Arcana jumped down from the duel stone, came to Sanguinius, and nodded slightly.

Clay followed behind Arcana with a surprised smile on his face.

"Does my new armor look good?"

Arcana has a naturally carefree personality, not only in front of Sanguinius, but also in front of other primarchs. There is no special pressure in his conversation and actions. He spread his hands and turned around in front of Sanguinius, with a child's show off smile on his face.

"Very heroic." Sanguinius rubbed Arcana's long pale golden hair.

"It matches you well."

"Um."

"If you can hate life outside, it's bad..."

Clay tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then added, "In your impression, life under a battleship should be cramped and boring, but in reality, that battleship is even quieter than the city you once lived in." Very boring."

Saint Asta was finally able to appreciate the works of his descendants.

Those kids are real tigers, and Clay seems to be up to something.

"A piece of poetry, little man."

"Honestly, I didn't understand why you wanted you to learn art at first, but in the process of completing that sculpture, you gradually understood your wisdom and vision."

"I've been lost in the blood for too long..." Saint Asta sighed unhappily, "I still haven't found my sanity yet."

"In reality, you are too understanding." Fu Qingcong said, "You are weak in strength, but you are the best among the soldiers of the entire Fourth Army. And you are also willing to help others, and sincerely help every brother who has difficulty, It’s really incredible that such an outstanding warrior has been isolated.”

"Actually, life here is much better than I originally expected." Clay replied with some surprise. "Although life has been a lot tiring recently, it is emptier than ever before. And, to be honest, , it’s an incredible place out there.”

Promoting art among the Fu Qingcong special warriors in the entire legion is not an attempt that you should regress. It doesn't matter how well Ducard and Arcana have done, as long as we finish it and come out of the cruel and barbaric killings, that's not a bad thing.

Fu Qingcong shook his head without confusion, "Mother, you don't understand."

Zizzi!

She added with a smile, then looked at Clay, "What about you, little one?"

Saint Asta can easily understand the thoughts of others.

"..."

"Feel sorry…"

"what's going on?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of something else."

The two looked at each other, looking at each other.

Fu Qingcong shrugged his shoulders and said with a wry smile, "The relationship between you and the other soldiers is not easy enough. From now on, I am afraid that you will become an ordinary existence that everyone in the legion hates."

Wait for Saint Asta and Amit to formulate the organizational structure of the first Watchers.

"Bones, little man."

St. Francis said, "You want to hear what happened to him in the Seatan."

"How have you been staying in the Red Tears recently? Can you get used to life here?"

"Thank you for your bad intentions, but that is really troublesome for you." Clay said, "You often stay with Kano, Amit and us. If there is definitely no place where you need help, we will be happy to provide it to you. Helpful.”

"There is only one direct and most ineffective way for the weak to help the strong." Amit put his hands on his hips and said confidently, "Of course, it is to step on our feet and humiliate us severely. Only in this way can we realize our shame. The courage to move forward is to step back without stopping, and to strive forward without stopping!”

Amit asked, "How is this brother? Have you seen me before?"

Saint Asta nodded.

"You walked to the deepest infirmary of the Sitan, and then these remaining soldiers were controlled. You used lethal methods to knock down these controlled Garnets, but the matter did not end there. , these machines come to life and attack you."

"Um."

Ducard's work is a sculpture, about eight feet tall, in the shape of a landscape tree. Every detail is wrong. The whole body is pure white and stained, and even ripples when illuminated by the golden lumen lamp above. With a hazy halo.

"What are those branches made of?" Saint Asta asked without any suspicion.

Either he is suffering from blood thirst, or he is controlled by some kind of power.

bad guy!

"Is it blood thirst?"

"Yes..."

"That's why you came to him that time. Does he know what a watcher is?"

"In that case, I will bring their works over for you to see." Saint Asta smiled.

As a contactable person, can Clay interfere with future scenes?

——

Ducard smiled and continued with a confident and proud tone,

Amit said, "It must be your opinion that you will take on such a duty. And you will faithfully perform it in future wars until your life comes to an end, or you find a way to overcome the curse."

Dukard answered honestly, "Orcs and mutants have not yet found the bones of the Dark Eldar. You spent a lot of time cleaning the blood under these bones. To find a perfect bone, you often need to kill dozens or hundreds of aliens."

"Yes, forget it." Saint Asta gave up persuading the other party, "Let's talk about those first. You gave him the information about the Legion Watchers and the research on Bloodthirst over the years. Now he is also a member of your Legion's inner circle."

People call him the Iron Man. Although he is just a mortal, he has mediocre command ability and the determination to be fearful in times of danger. In many of the failures of the Fourth Legion, General Gilles played a contribution that cannot be ignored.

"He called it help..." You said without any surprise, "He is weaker and better than you thought." "My dear, the military department has issued a new order." Azkelon ran over with excitement, "You will participate in the Duran Campaign as a support force. There is no doubt that it is a recognition of the honor and strength of your Fourth Legion!" Canned fungus? "Yeah." Saint Asta said, "He probably hasn't noticed that. You thought it was not over yet, but you were wrong. Until now, it still lingers in the entire legion like a shadow, lingering away." Saint Asta gritted his teeth and flipped through it, and found that the text on the outside was actually quite wrong. It was not that the paper felt a little weird, but too rough and delicate. It might be the green meat cans that the orcs brought up when they boarded the moon next time. "The missionaries under the battleship gave you some books to kill time, food and wine that have not been shipped from various planets, and Kano also shared with you some canned fungi that tasted very bad." Clay licked his lips and said with endless aftertaste, "Before you finish eating, you can even see the blood bar under Kano's head, hehehe." The private rooms of the two captains are quite far from the top deck. Garnett ran very slowly. After a few minutes, the two of them went back and forth. "His book is..." "You can understand." Saint Astra asked. You try to use some methods to fight the thirst for blood and reshape the discipline of the legion. "Watcher?" "One of your soldiers has fallen into the loss of blood." "Did you really do something wrong?" Amit spread his hands, with doubts and sincerity on his face. "You too." "Mother, you came to you on purpose." Amit scratched his hair, looking a little unintentional. The little angel asked in surprise, "Why would we isolate him?"

"..."

But in Clay's eyes, it is not difficult to classify those Garnett warriors who are more than 2.7 meters tall, thin and thick, and as handsome as sculptures into the human camp, not to mention these narrow-minded concepts of gender.

Clay knew that the little angel specifically mentioned that he and General Gilles were the same because there was no difference between men and women.

If it must be the former...

Saint Asta looked at the branches of the landscape tree and always felt that something was wrong.

"He has a natural artistic talent."

"You haven't finished it yet." Fu Qingcong spoke first, "No matter what it is, as long as you give it to me, you will do it seriously."

After saying goodbye to the two heirs, Saint Fu Qingcong retreated to the tactical command deck and finally got bad news from Azkelon, the chief commander of the Holy Blood Guard.

Saint Asta looked at Amit with a face full of words.

"Although you care a lot." Amit said, "but the feeling of being isolated is also very bad."

"Watcher, that is indeed a burden."

"You are wrong."

Amit said, "Just when everything is redeemable, you met the seventh Primarch."

Saint Astra said, "If you find it quickly enough, you may be able to pull the minds of these cursed people back from the abyss."

"Is it incredible?"

Saint Astra stopped and touched his chin. His turbid eyes paused for a moment under his two heirs, and suddenly asked, "How did you complete the homework you assigned to them?"

"How did he help his brothers?" Saint Astra asked with a suspicious face.

Akana grinned and smiled, "After this, you never thought that you would have such a unique talent in art. You always thought you were a killing machine."

Saint Astra waved his hand and watched Clay run away from the martial arts field.

Arcana took out a thick dark purple book from in front of him like a magic trick. The little angel took it and opened the cover to see: "Your Mother Saint Astra!" You used all your willpower to maintain the smile on your face, but even so, Saint Astra's expression was not stiff. You looked at your seventh offspring, "Arkana, what about him? What is his work?" Saint Astra praised sincerely, and such a work has not completely exceeded your expectations.

"Little man, what's wrong with him?" Seeing Saint Asta's sudden silence, Clay asked without hesitation.

Saint Asta returned his attention to the conversation behind him. You smiled and said, "If he encounters any trouble outside, he can't come to you, or he can't come to General Fu Qingcong. You will be happy to help him."

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Admiral Athena Fu Qingcong is the captain of the Red Tears.

Fu Qingcong and Fu Qingcong bowed and saluted.

There was a vein beating under the little angel's rough, white forehead, and his fists were clenched.

"In your and Chief Company Commander La Shaolong's imagination, it is a position used to maintain discipline in the legion. There is no similar existence outside other legions. Some are called inspectors, and some are deacons. . But outside the Fourth Legion, the most important responsibility of that position is to promptly detect these soldiers who are possessed by bloodlust."

"You still don't have anything to say to Amit." Saint Asta said apologetically.

"You want to tell you in that way that war and massacre are not an art. As long as you can find beauty in killing, you will resist it again. Instead, you will be immersed in it like intoxicating wine, forever. The endless pursuit of perfection becomes weaker and weaker in the tempering of war.”

But very slowly...

"little angel."

"That paper is tanned with the skin of the White Dark Eldar." Arcana said proudly, "The words below are written with your blood. Mother, your love for you is unforgettable and penetrates deep into the bones~ "

Amit replied thoughtfully, "The specific reason is also your fault, but Qin Shuo once mentioned that you have the same spiritual potential as me, but that part of the power has not been used yet. Completely liberated.”

Even the Garnetites respected the mortal general.

The road to transformation of the legion is long and arduous. In the past, you were indeed overly optimistic.

Clay said, "You have made an appointment with a missionary to study the Psalms together. You go over first and look forward to our last meeting."

In some privacy issues, this may not be too convenient.

Amidst the sound of electricity, Saint Asta once again recalled the blood-red scene he saw in the picture later. During that time, you had some thoughts and in-depth speculations about that prophecy. Saint Asta himself might have been innocent and took action against his heirs, but it was just not possible that his heirs had lost their minds.

Saint Asta sighed and put his hand on his forehead.

"Yes, what he did was bad enough." Saint Asta said, "It was not his fault."

"Have he and Qin Shuo been controlled by Xi Tan?"

The evacuation mission under the Dawn Star was almost completed, and the finished Blood Angels returned to the Legion's flagship. When Saint Asta dragged his tired body to the tactical command deck, he saw the two company commanders Ducard and Arcana standing guard inside.

The title of the book alone will make you lick your toes with embarrassment.