Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

When the Stormbirds carrying the Ninth and Eighteenth Legions left Krasi and returned to outer space, they discovered that the Red Tears had been surrounded by a group of much smaller Orc warships.

The greenskins' junk warships made of discarded steel couldn't break through the Red Tear's void shield.

So these madmen chose to drive the battleship directly into it at full speed.

Fortunately, the captains of the frigate had already anticipated this situation, and they used intensive cross-fire to stop this group of crazy orcs.

The cruiser Scarlet Liberty used lance rail guns and laser cannons to clear out a large number of orc armed forces nearby, opening a path for the returning transport fleet.

Back to safety.

But it wasn't enough to put a smile on Vaughn's face.

The current situation is worse than he expected. The successful evacuation from the world of Corcyra is not the end of things, but the beginning of a severe challenge.

They are the Emperor's angels.

They should be fighting on the front line of darkness, and they need to do everything possible to completely destroy this orc army.

Lest it drag more planets into the quagmire of war and destruction.

Buzz!

The powerful mechanical arms dragged the soldiers upward from the inner cavity of the Red Tears.

After more than ten breaths.

The light of the stars dispelled the darkness, and they arrived on the tactical command deck on the top floor of the Red Tear.

This is a gorgeously decorated golden hall. It does not look like a serious war occasion, but is similar to an opera hall built by the nobles of Terra.

Red marble columns, various exquisite works of art, war flags hanging on the walls recording victory, etc.

All of this is full of art and beauty.

But Vaughn and his soldiers’ attention was not attracted by these stylish objects at all.

All their attention and eyes fell on the Archangel in the middle of the hall.

Ice-white wings, glorious long hair, flawless appearance and terrifying glory, a star carved into human form, the incarnation of the natural power of heaven and earth - a true angel.

This was not the first time Vaughan had seen this angel.

While returning from the world of Corcyra in the Stormbird, he had a brief glimpse of it.

The angel rode the storm, fighting alone against the hordes of orc fleets under the orange sky. Those abominable alien weapons turned into balls of orange fireworks under the angel's sharp blade. Each time they bloomed, hundreds of greenskins lost their lives.

And with the efforts of angels.

The transport ship Resolute, filled with refugees, was able to successfully escape from the world of Corcyra.

Hundreds of thousands of refugees aboard the Endurance survived because of this move.

Vaughn led the soldiers of the 18th Legion to stride forward. When they were about ten steps away from the angel, they stopped and knelt down on the ground.

"Thanks to your generous assistance, the XVIIIth Legion was able to avoid a tragic demise."

Vaughan put a hand on his chest and said loudly, "We will remember this kindness in our hearts forever."

"No, that's not something to be grateful for."

Vaughan felt a soft light shrouding his body, and all the pain on his body seemed to disappear.

A touch of ice-white wings appeared in the corner of his eye.

Immediately he realized that an angel had appeared in front of him, and a gentle but unquestionable force held his arm and lifted him up from the ground, "This is what we should do, and you are in the Andros galaxy. War makes us admire."

Vaughn looked up.

The glory on the angel seemed to have dimmed a bit.

She seemed to have come from heaven to earth, truly walking among these warriors.

Wearing Terminator power armor, Vaughn is a well-deserved giant among the Astartes, but he still only reaches the chest of the archangel.

He noticed that the angel's supposedly ice-white wings were stained with machine oil and coagulated blood, and her supposedly flawless face had traces of promethium burns.

He realized something.

Even the original body is a life of flesh and blood.

They will also be injured in the war and will be tired from the hard battle.

But precisely because of this, angels appear more noble.

In order to save the refugees who had nothing to do with her, she fought against the savage orcs risklessly, putting herself in a dangerous situation.

Facts speak louder than words——

Her behavior itself is an endorsement of the Eighteenth Legion's combat philosophy.

What a noble and humble being, Vaughan remained silent, feeling guilty and painful for his previous misunderstanding of the Ninth Legion.

"It would be great to see you all come back safely from the battlefield."

This sentence was addressed to all the warriors present. The Archangel continued to speak, "But I'm sorry, my children and nephews, there is no time left for us to continue greetings now. The fatal crisis is right in front of us. We We have to find a way to deal with those monsters.”

The angel turned.

Head towards the lookout at the end of the tactical deck.

The observation deck is surrounded by huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and a 360-degree starry sky can be seen in front of you.

The supposedly calm and harmonious starry sky was torn to pieces by the flames of war, and a large number of orc warships were fighting against the imperial warships.

Vaughn also saw the battleship Kroszatz not far away, which was the mothership of the Eighteenth Legion. She was scarred and surrounded by swarms of Orc battleships.

He also saw the frigate Flamekeeper.

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The battleship released a series of destructive storms towards the orcs, wrapping the entire starry sky in burning flames.

But an Orc warship of the same size as the Flame Keeper rushed straight over from the sea of ​​fire, emitting black smoke, and collided with the Flame Keeper at an incredible speed.

The shell collided multiple times, and the steel was squeezed and twisted.

The Flame Keeper was torn in half by the Ork warship's blade-like bow, and the remaining ammunition in the cabin exploded under the high temperature and pressure.

Flames spurted out from every corner of the Flame Keeper's remains, and purple-red plasma tore and rolled in the dark clouds.

The explosion was silent.

But Vaughn seemed to hear the desperate wails of the human crew and the arrogant laughter of the alien orcs.

The atmosphere on the tactical deck of the Red Tear was extremely solemn. In the dull atmosphere, only the heavy breathing of the soldiers could be heard.

At this time, Ladoron keenly noticed that the star's light was becoming dim, as if it was being obscured by some astronomical level object.

The world of Corcyra does not have large satellites surrounding it, so this phenomenon should not occur.

He raised his head and looked upward.

up,

And then up again.

In an instant, even the calm Ladoron almost forgot to breathe, and his pupils shrank into needles due to the extreme shock.

"what is that--"

He saw a planet, but it was not naturally formed.

It is a war fortress made of steel and gunpowder.

"Attck Moon!" Vaughn's dry voice echoed on the command deck, "The ultimate war weapon of the Orcs, it is also the vehicle used by the War Lord to conquer the universe!"