Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 88 The Vibrant Hell (Please order)

Just like a mortal cannot look directly at the sun for a long time, Caileist cannot look directly at such majesty and beauty.

Tears welled up in his eyes and his vision became blurry.

It is irresistible and irresistible.

But he still relied on great willpower to lift the decapitating knife in his hand.

This small struggle cannot prevent the arrival of death.

Uh-huh!

He felt his eyebrows were cold.

Blood spurted out from the body, and all directions were filled with red blood.

Then there was a burst of light laughter from the great Lady of Joy, the crimson abyss appeared at his feet, and the false nightmare could not escape the real nightmare after all.

"Fire! Kill the aliens!"

Azkelon roared, and the Blood Angels poured fire upon the xenos.

Kelest's men are not strictly trained warriors of the Order, but mercenaries recruited from all three religions. Some of these members may have quite good combat abilities, but they lack coordination with each other.

This flaw became a fatal weakness in the battle against the Astartes.

Like a sharp sickle harvesting wheat.

After gaining the advantage in the first strike, the Astartes warriors harvested the remaining Dark Eldar at an astonishing speed. Most of the Dark Eldar pirates lost their lives in the first confrontation. Although the remaining members responded quickly, they also lost the opportunity to change the situation of the battle.

Ta-ta-ta!

The sound of gunfire gradually subsided in the dense forest.

The soft wind blew from a distance, the shades of the trees swayed, and a strong smell of blood spread on the battlefield.

The archangel shook his sword gently, and a little sticky blood stained on the dyed red blade fell to the ground. The divine weapons forged by the Emperor of Mankind were once again restored to their former glory. Sanguinius strode forward, came to Fang Lai's side, and squatted down.

This respectable elder and outstanding warrior lay on the ground red with blood.

His pupils were dilated, but there was still an amazing willpower displayed.

He couldn't die, not now.

"Ahem!" The elder of Catachan turned to look at the archangel. His movements were difficult and slow, as if he had exhausted all his strength to do this. He blinked and gasped, "A true angel, I once saw your figure in the Empire's brochure. Catachan can be saved."

"Old man, tell me what happened in this forest."

The archangel reached out and held the elder's skinny palm, his tone was gentle and pleading.

"The Dark Eldar fleet raided the Land of the Ancients. Our king went to stop them, but failed. The demons imprisoned in the ancient prophecies were released, the forest was polluted, and things became worse and worse."

Kalai coughed hard twice, but still struggled and continued to speak, "We must find a way to get the ancestral artifact back, otherwise, we can't, ahem!"

Large mouthfuls of black and red blood poured out of Kalai's mouth.

Dyeing his entire chin, chest, and beard on his cheeks red.

There was a rotten and foul smell permeating the blood, and the plague in the forest had obviously spread in the elder's body, making him extremely ill. He should have died long ago, but some kind of obsession kept him from finishing what he just said.

"This is an amazing warrior."

Azkelon stood beside the archangel and spoke softly, with a hint of admiration on his face.

Even for the Astartes, the Nightmare of the Dark Eldar is definitely a difficult and dangerous opponent, but this guy can even gain the upper hand even when he is seriously injured. Aldaron was right, these elders possess incredible fighting abilities.

"How are the rest of the people?" the archangel stood up and asked.

"not too good."

Azkelon replied, "Most of the primitive people have been killed in the battle with the Dark Eldar, and the remaining ones have also been infected with a very serious plague. Our pharmacists can do nothing about this situation and can only use A large amount of epinephrine drugs for suppression.”

"This is just a temporary solution, not the root cause." Azkelon shrugged and added.

"That is enough, my lord."

A younger ape warrior stood up unsteadily and came to the archangel. He looked at Fang Lai's body sadly and repeated, "This is enough, we can take you back to We believe that is the source of the forest pollution."

"good."

Sanguinius nodded seriously, "I will not live up to your sacrifice."

"What's your name?" She looked at the warrior in front of her. The Catachan apes were not very different from normal humans, at least not as outrageous as Sanguinius. From the outside, they just look thinner on the cheeks and have some extra hair on their faces.

Most Catachan apes have light yellow hair.

But the boy in front of him was an exception. His hair was light silver gray.

"My name is Alger, sir." The young ape-man swallowed a mouthful of blood foam and replied in a respectful tone.

"What do you do with the warrior's body?" Sanguinius asked.

"We will bury their ashes in the soil of the forest." Alger replied, "But now there is no time to do these ritual tasks, and our race will also die out."

The number of Catachan apes is extremely rare.

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After this war is over, even the most optimistic estimates may only have a few people left.

In the foreseeable future, these outstanding warriors will turn into a wisp of white smoke in history and be forgotten. Therefore, there was a decisive pessimism in Alger's voice.

"I will remember you."

Sanguinius seemed to understand the ape boy's thoughts. She reached out and touched Alger's head, "I will remember every comrade who has fought alongside me until my death."

"Really?"

There were tears in Alger's eyes, "If this is true, our sacrifice will be more glorious."

"Death will come to us eventually, but not necessarily now."

The archangel spoke thoughtfully. She looked at her heirs and gave the order, "Clean up these corpses and don't let them be contaminated by that corrupt power again."

"As you wish."

Amit nodded and immediately started gathering people.

The Astartes warriors piled the corpses together and pulled the triggers of the flamethrowers, and blazing fire dragons spurted out from the black holes of the muzzles. Amidst the crackling sounds, the blazing flames and thick black smoke obscured the corpses in front of them, turning them into red and black embers.

——

+Mother, you are worried. +

Kano's voice caused a ripple in the Archangel's heart.

This sound was not transmitted through the communication channel, but was directly used as an echo on the spiritual level.

"Kano, I remembered something about Bastar." The archangel did not deny it, and led the team through the dense jungle. The further they moved towards that place, the thicker the yellow-green smoke in the air became. The smell also became more and more foul.

"The war that took place deep within the Brass Brotherhood's fortress?"

Kano hesitated, but still asked, "What happened in that secret room? To be honest, when we saw you, you were in a very bad state, looking pale and covered in blood. You were almost in a coma. among."

"I met a demon—"

The archangel replied, "But there is more than just demons."

She thought of the huge arena, the scarlet sky, the endless skulls, and the majestic Titan on the brass throne that covered the starry sky. The oppressive feeling that hit her face was like a lingering nightmare. Even though several years had passed, when she thought about it today, she still felt like she couldn't breathe.

"What exactly is it?"

Kano asked, and before the archangel could answer, Kano spoke again.

With a little humor and unquestionable determination: "I am very different now than I was before. No matter what it is, I will face it with you!"

a smile.

Appeared on the corner of the angel's mouth, "Thank you, Kano."

——

"Wow!"

Azkelon brandished the power sword in his hand.

Cut off the yellow-green branches that grew crazily and were covered with thorns in front of you, and carved out a path that was barely passable for people through the jungle as lush as the ocean. He walked forward with difficulty, but when he crossed a certain limit, the endless jungle suddenly disappeared here.

It's like there is an invisible boundary dividing the whole world into two parts.

Azkelon walked out of the forest, and the pressure suddenly disappeared, making him unable to help but take a deep breath. Even with the filtering of the breathing grille, the pungent smell still rippled through his mouth, and the fishy smell rushed straight to his forehead. Azkelon couldn't help but cough twice.

"Oh my God!"

He heard a sigh in the team communication channel.

This voice came from a veteran of the Holy Blood Guard, a reliable partner who had decades of fighting experience with Azkelon.

He shouldn't have uttered such a sigh during the war - Azkelon frowned.

Preparing to reprimand in a low voice.

But when he raised his head and saw everything around him.

He couldn't help but froze in place, and the words he had prepared could not come out of his mouth no matter what.

hell!

Two vivid and terrifying words filled Azkelon's heart.

As the former leader of the Ninth Legion and an Astartes veteran from Terra, Azkelon even shaped many cruel hells with his own hands. Turn bustling cities into burning ruins, piles of corpses, colorful oil left after detonating cyclone torpedoes, etc.

But before witnessing it with his own eyes, Azkelon never imagined that when life grows uncontrollably, it will form a vibrant but more terrifying purgatory.

This hell is dark green.

Sparse rain fell from the sky filled with yellow-green smoke clouds.

The stagnant water spreads on the ground to form a lake, which is a kind of pus full of plague and virulent poison. Undigested rotten flesh rises and falls in the yellow-green pus, dotted with acidic bile, and thickened by fresh feces. The smell is so strong that it can stun a pig, and it is so corrosive that it can melt ceramic steel.

Countless lives grow under the nourishment of pus.

Bacteria, germs, insects, scavengers, animals, plants, every conceivable and unimaginable creature sings in this ichor.

Overgrowth of fungi covers the ground in a greasy black sludge.

Rotting livestock kept giving birth to grotesque babies one after another in the rain, and swarms of fluffy flies buzzed above their heads, flying up and down. Plants and animals are expanding and twisting with strange fecundity, and the dirty floods are washing the earth endlessly.

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In the middle of it all, on high ground in the middle of the lake.

A burly and rotten figure like a mountain of flesh was spreading its arms and singing loudly under the swirling yellow-green clouds. The huge body was swollen from the decay of the organs, and the necrotic flesh was covered with mossy boils and fetid pustules.

Through the edematous skin that is burst by organs, you can directly peek into the scene inside the monster.

Among the squirming and expanding internal organs, countless baby-sized demons were playing excitedly, and maggots as big as an adult's arm were squirming in the gaps in the intestines.

Poof!

A small Nurgling tore open the demon's intestines, and a large handful of yellow-green gruel spurted out.

This demon named Rotigos did not feel scared when he saw the angels and the soldiers of the Ninth Legion. Instead, he chuckled loudly. The voice was generous and heroic, full of sincerity, as if the host who had set up a feast had finally waited for the guests he wanted to entertain.

"Seven curses, seven diseases, seven blessings!"

He raised his arms and sang hymns.

At the same time, countless rotten bodies numbly crawled out of the surrounding pus. Their bodies were covered with edema, their skin was ulcerated, their internal organs were exposed, and swarms of fist-sized flies were buzzing around them. But even so, these people did not really die, but lived in pain and despair.

They also raised their hands and sang loudly along with the devil's voice, "When He comes, all things will live forever!"

boom!

The sound of bolter fire interrupted the beat.

A large mass of foul-smelling fat exploded on Rotigs' rotting body.

The special explosive bombs that could tear through steel and penetrate armor did not cause substantial damage to this huge monster. Even the small wound left on its body healed quickly and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

But the monster still muttered dissatisfiedly: "What a guest who doesn't understand etiquette."

However--

When the monster saw the archangel.

The dissatisfaction on Rotigos's face quickly disappeared. He put his chubby hands together and put them against his cheeks. The flesh on his chin was piled together due to his exaggerated smile, and maggots as thick as an arm were burrowing through the gaps in the fat.

"But it doesn't matter."

He laughed generously, his voice full of eagerness and excitement, "Guests need to abide by etiquette, but when we are called family, we don't need to care about these trivial details."