Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 97 Think Tanks and Untouchables Angels and Desperate Refugees

Flix's words were obviously reserved. Kano saw the flash of pain on the Iron Warrior's face, and he did not choose to continue questioning.

The rain continued to fall.

A gray-white storm rolled in the sky, and the sightseeing trees on both sides were drooping in the strong wind.

Kano also wanted to find some topics to continue chatting about, such as their respective home worlds. But before he could express these thoughts, he was interrupted by a sudden accident. Fanatic shouts came from not far away, and the crowd began to gather contrary to common sense.

The three Astartes warriors from different legions looked at each other, gripped the bolters in their hands, and remained alert.

"over there!"

Flix soon discovered his target.

Kano and Ahriman looked up and saw a man struggling out of the crowd.

He climbs atop a statue depicting the Dawnstar's first "Lord of Light", Damian Torrhen, in a fierce wind. He climbed onto the statue's pedestal and took off his trench coat, revealing a brown robe embroidered with golden snakes.

Ahriman recognized it as the symbol of the Sons of Sitan.

Varjas and Saint Asta looked at each other.

His wrath will shake the heavens, and his return will unite the earth. Do they feel me? "

In your prophecy, it seems that hundreds of illusory figures are walking out, walking through the ruins, looking for every human being who may have signs of life in the cage made of steel and concrete. .

The whole city was shaking violently, shaking up and down.

I looked out in the direction of the sound from the grass in front of Lin Guanlinzi's burned body, and saw a twisted white shadow. I blinked, and the mist under the white shadow seemed to dissipate a little, and Kano saw a pair of cloudy eyes without a pair of...artificial imitation rabbit ears.

Although the bio-tracker inside Colin Gillis cannot be used, Valhas and the planet's governor are still alive. Saint Asta doubts the judgment of his brother, so you search for it with all your strength and contribute your own strength.

Azkelon, who was following the angel, nodded and led the soldiers in his hands to participate in the rescue work.

The little angel's fierce heart rippled, and a glimmer of light flashed in your eyes. You found the planetary governor Magnu in the ruins of the streets.

A piercing alarm bell sounded nearby, as if lamenting the destruction caused around them.

"You can't start that drama with a headshot," Flix said, slinging my bolter under his shoulder. Kano heard the sound of bullets being fired, and I knew that Flix didn't have that ability.

Awaiman extended his spiritual power and pressed the woman's throat with the smallest amount of force. It wouldn't kill the woman, but the lack of oxygen would put me into a brief coma, stopping the farce before it caused even greater damage.

Outside!

Like Kano, who can only use one-handed white thunder, Awaiman does not have deep attainments in psychic powers.

Like a drop of water falling in a fierce pond.

"His eyes tell you that he has no other plans and is preparing to retreat." Saint Asta took the initiative to speak.

Saint Asta quickly moves through the ruins, and you use your talents to their full potential.

A long time later, La Shaolong and I, as well as Little Angel, discussed under the Red Tears, the flagship of the Fourth Legion, that in the future we would encounter unarmed humans during battles. But I didn't expect that things happened so quickly, so suddenly, and so unexpectedly.

Why can the planetary governor be saved by angels, while our loved ones can only be trapped in the ruins waiting for a cold death.

Awaiman said, "That will only cause less confusion and you will stop me."

Kano walked out of the grass full of curiosity and saw two footprints under the soil, but there was no sign of anyone. Awaiman gasped to regain his drained mental strength. I saw Kano walking around under the battlefield, so I walked up behind and patted the Blood Angel recruit on the shoulder.

What Saint Asta needs to do is to find a hand-held light spot among those candlelights.

We follow the angel in rags, begging you to help find our relatives, or dig our children out of the rubble, bring our dead wives and husbands back to life, or even somehow reverse the disaster that engulfs the city. .

Awaiman also saw logging guns, automatic guns, sword blades and axes.

Watch my arrival, open your hands, and embrace the golden revelation! "

The soldiers of the Fourth and Seventeenth Legions have not yet finished retreating into the ruins of the Dawn Star.

My voice seemed less messy in the strong wind, but Kano still felt that no one noticed me and responded to the words of the Crazy One.

Grab the meat under the bones, and supercooled blood spurts out of every pore, forming a smelly red smoke. Skin peeled off like melted wax, bones bent and cracked. As Awaiman's power was exhausted, the eight thugs turned into human-like white charcoal out of thin air.

"His ideas are sensible and compassionate."

I fired eight more shots, killing eight more attackers.

I took out a revolver from the top of my robe, put it against my temple, and pressed the trigger with a loud smile.

Bullets landed under our armor, but those high-powered weapons could even scrape the paint off the armor.

A bomb exploded and the grabber was torn open from the inside.

"Your world has lost its chance.

Just when things became uncontrollable, the scarlet Varjas appeared in front of the angel in time.

The angel clasped his hands, your narrow wings naturally drooped in front of you, and you spoke softly to the Gnust warriors gathered around you: "Go slowly and save these civilians trapped in the ruins. You have to argue and you have to fight. Every time they waste a breath, one life may be ruthlessly taken away from you, so go ahead."

The rocket rushes towards Awaiman.

The demands of the refugees are indeed without merit.

We have what it takes to be part of the Storm Lords!

But our glorious victory ended here, and Awaiman completely immersed my thoughts in the vast ocean. I am calling upon my guardian spirit and pouring my spiritual power into it. Eight Lin Guanlinzi suddenly screamed, thick smoke spewed out from our mouths, noses and eyes, and our whole bodies started to spontaneously combust.

A low-decibel scream unique to men brought Kano back to reality from his envious mood.

What the little angel saw in his vision was the entire eight-dimensional structure of the city, with some illusory ghosts lost in the abandoned city. Those are dead souls, and Saint Asta is unable to offer us any help, only to see our powers being drawn into the void.

Sheng Guanlin marked these living beings in the communication system and sent them to Azkelon before setting off to the next city. It was a burning residential area, with collapsed buildings and overpasses folded like cardboard. Beyond the burning canyon, the entire area that sank to the ground was a former park.

We screamed.

I treated death as some kind of sublime ritual, and I was martyred on that occasion.

When a wave like a white tide hits you, Sheng Guanlin falls into an embarrassing situation.

That woman had just shot and killed at least 12 people indiscriminately. Every time I pulled the trigger, I whispered the cult's teachings. My body was blown open by Blood Angels' blasters.

Awaiman walked toward the crowded street, hoping to silence me once I caused less chaos.

You try to use the truth of the empire to explain that you are a real angel, and you can reverse life and death to fulfill our requirements.

Kano also threw out a bolt of white thunder at the critical moment, delaying the detonation of the bomb within a hundred meters.

But when I blinked, the man with bunny ears disappeared.

In order to slow down the work process.

"There are screams and crying sounds everywhere outside." Awaiman replied, "As for the figure wearing rabbit ears under his head, I'm sorry, you didn't see it."

Sheng Guanlin believes that she is fighting for the common glory of all mankind. This has been the case in the past, is the case now, and will be the case in the future.

A portion of the neighborhood has been explored, and no target found.

"yes!"

It depends on whether Saint Asta chooses to hand over, but at this moment, in the eyes of those people, Saint Asta is not a real angel. You have no ice-white wings, but your body is majestic and perfect. You fall from the sky, and your whole body is bathed in golden light. You tear apart steel and concrete with ease, carving a dangerous path through the rubble. In that case, the fact that Saint Asta was an angel seemed to be a deception and a shirk in the eyes of the refugees.

Let you tell them the truth.

"Hundreds of thousands of people were taken away in the blink of an eye," Varjas said, "but not fewer people survived. You have to find a way to do something. Can you give up so easily?" ”

Saint Asta flapped his wings heavily and swooped upward.

"Did he hear a scream just now or see a figure wearing rabbit ears under his head?"

yes!

The reverberation of the violent shooting drowned out all other sounds, and every head looked towards the place where the sound came from. People threw themselves to the ground, crawling in front of whatever shelter the streets could provide.

With wild roars, Konrad's sons scattered their machetes and bullets at the innocent refugees around them and Gnust who was nearby.

Bodies were scattered all over the street, and the ground was stained with blood.

Whoosh!

But Varjas is still willing to watch the innocent people who have been tortured by suffering and natural disasters be written off like cold numbers under the ledger. Regardless of whether it's hard work or not, I plan to do something outside of it.

"That's for special people."

Such a loss, so tragic.

Everyone is a citizen of the empire.

When the cold demagogue has no fear of death.

"An ugly scene, isn't it?" Varjas said.

In arithmetic and statistics, such inferences are vague.

The people of that planet still remember Terra.

In addition to this, there is also a small group of giant transporters from the Mechanicum, loaded with heavy lifting drills, tunnel excavators and rubble excavators. It was a difficult negotiation to convince Perturabo to devote those resources to the Dawnstar. In the Iron Lord's arrangement, those resources would be best used on the refugees who had not yet gathered in Kalena.

Throwing the thug forward, my golden robes sparkled in the air. My screams ceased as the scorching air dragged oxygen from my lungs and devoured my flesh as quickly as phosphate corroded metal.

I stretched my fire barrier.

The dying city was groaning.

When Saint Asta appeared in the place where the soul of Magnu Gillis resided, a hundred sad blood-filled souls and desperate wretches had not yet pursued you.

Some people were holding hands and cheering, while others were pointing.

"It's hard to find beauty in such destruction." The little angel said sadly.

"Um."

The broken promethium cabin fell into the abyss-like crack, and then started burning violently. The infinite flames split open the dry bay, and the blood-red flames illuminated the entire ruins. Dawnstar's living quarters tumble and collide like children's bricks, forming grotesque spiers of concrete and steel.

at that time--

I had only seen that person's appearance from Xi Tanzhi's official information, which left an impression on him. In addition, Magnu is also an aborigine who has surrendered to the world. Lin Guanlin's return went smoothly, not in the midst of war but in peace.

"Is he looking for something?" Awaiman asked coldly.

Stormbirds and medical machines circled overhead.

The little angel is proud to see your descendants walking in the city.

Only Flix let out a small roar, and I mustered up the courage to step back and use my thick shoulder armor to meet the incoming rockets. The warhead struck me in the center under my shoulder pads and exploded, engulfing the Iron Warrior in flames, but I remained standing or falling.

Awaiman shouted.

But that attitude of giving in only made the refugees retreat even more. We turned into a real, desperate and icy tide, surrounding the little angel. It was obvious that the dying body of the Imperial Governor was right in front of you. But then you were unable to start your own work.

——

Magnu Gilles.

Tick ​​tock!

In such a joyful and cruel scene, the souls of living people appear dim, like candlelight flickering in the white darkness.

Awaiman set up a shield around his body, and a storm of sharp shrapnel swallowed up the rocket, and the flames and smoke generated by the explosion were trapped in it.

The swirling dust hung a suffocating veil in the air, covering everything with a white lining, burying the dead outside the bright cage. The angel flapped its wings and appeared in the sky below the city. Your extraordinary vision is superimposed with many echoes that special people can see.

Awaiman can see people's inner thoughts. Lin Guanlinzi's soul is as dark and cold as mercury, unable to escape my eyes. My instincts were more wrong than any of the indicators under my helmet, pointing directly at the enemy's head.

Kano only felt his scalp numb.

Santa Asta and Varjas were each responsible for the search of half the city.

"ah!!!"

I took a deep breath and felt the power of the vast ocean filling my body. Compared with the heavily armed Genust, the special man's body is as strong as a reed by the lake. Awaiman took a small step back, and the people around me were naturally separated like a river.

The eight men bent over and reloaded at pre-professional training speed.

When Saint Asta arrived at Dawn Star City on the Blood Angel-type Stormbird of the Fourth Legion, a huge earthquake unprecedented in history was happening there. The storm gathered, and scarlet lightning fell from the sky like a spear thrown by Zeus.

"What are you waiting for outside?" the angel said, "please take action."

There were screams down the street.

"Looking for a single life form in a hand-held city is different from looking for a needle in a haystack."

Flix cooperated with my actions, and I pushed back to the left, shooting rhythmically like a hammer hitting iron felt. No one fell with every shot, and as we passed through the screaming refugees, eight giants breathed fire from our weapons.

Women and men alike fled from their attackers, but bullets and knives came at them from every corner. A husband protects his wife, and a mother protects her children. But Conrad showed no mercy and pointed his weapon at civilians - regardless of whether we were men, women or old.

In my premonition, as images of demagogues terrorizing refugees flickered like faded tape, I turned around, my pupils constricting.

Cano fired his first shot at a woman armed with a long-barreled shotgun.

So scary.

The painting style was so in tune with the battlefield that Kano almost believed that he had seen it wrong.

We are God's chosen people.

Kano looked at Awaiman without envy.

For example, the soul.

Mortal eyes can only see what is on the surface of the city.

But such stupidity still made Awaiman sigh.

At that time, a man covered in blood and wearing a terrifying mask stood up.

"Glory and revelry belong to you all!" the man screamed, his robes flying in the wind and rain. He grabbed the leg of the statue with one hand and raised his fist with the other hand: "The time has come for us to ascend to heaven, and we are the blessed ones!

This was a White Age of struggle, and you could not have returned with the Storm King to my palace among the stars. But the Storm King is merciful, and I grant you another chance. I gave you the chance to be with me!

The empire's planetary governor in Sitanzhi, Saint Asta knew little about this person.

Some killers in golden robes pointed their guns at Lin Guanlinte warriors.

"Look! These crimson and iron warriors came to your world to steal that moment of glory. We took you from your homes and herded you into the cabins like animals. Did you ever? Knowing where we are taking you, will we tell you?

At the same time, he passed the information there to his brother Lin Guanlins through the highest priority communication channel.

Eight masked women wore golden robes, each holding a rocket launcher. The moment Awaiman's eyes fell on us, we pulled the trigger.

Perhaps only a large portion of Dawnstar's manpower could be saved.

The high-pitched cries of injured women and men lingered in the forest of broken buildings, but they were all too much. The earthquake happened so suddenly and the destruction was so rapid that a very small number of residents even knew what was happening inside before they died completely.

Kano's seventh shot penetrated eight people, shattering their bones and tearing their organs into pieces.

Varjas said, "You have to find a way to find the planetary governor of Sitanzhi, Magnu Gilles. The planetary governor has the power to control all small facilities inside the planet, and he definitely wants to increase the speed of disaster relief to the extreme. , so you need Magnu’s help.”

Gilles was happy to accept the Empire's troops. My coldness and sincerity left a deep impression on the commander of the expedition fleet and the emissary of Terra. It was natural for me to continue to rule Lin Guanlin.

We melt steel, lift incredible weights, and use our talents to save these trapped people from the shadow of death. Inside the city, Perturabo's gray heirs were evacuating the chaos caused by the earthquake: narrowing roads, dealing with debris, and restoring blocked traffic flow.

Varjas said: "You have similar potential. If you want to find someone, there is no place where I can hide me."

"Bang!" Along with the sound of gunshots that pierced the rain curtain, the man's brains and blood splashed under the surrounding refugees. In Awaiman's perception, it seemed as if there was no moment of contact between his hands. Many people in the crowd took off the cloaks that concealed their identities, revealing robes with snake-shaped symbols sewn on the outside.

Conrad, who was standing under the perch base of the statue, showed no fear and pointed at Awaiman and continued:

Lin Guanlinzi's words were not enough to shake Genust's iron will.

In just one sudden attack, Kano had not yet seen many skillful skills such as precognition, mind reading, flame manipulation, power manipulation, and psychic barrier from Awaiman. Compared with Awaiman, Kano feels like a monkey who can only hit people with the butt of his gun.

But to be certain and to turn a blind eye to the joy we suffer because our numbers are statistically insignificant would be tantamount to a betrayal.

Stone hands split the ground, steel bars screamed as they bent and broke, and bloody survivors numbly wandered among the ruins of their homes, calling in vain the names of their relatives and friends. What happened beneath the canopy left St. Asta heartbroken.

We are messengers of false gods, demons given human faces. We are demons walking in the interstellar darkness, and our only purpose here is to enslave you! "

Since the beginning of the war between the Orcs and the Moon, Saint Asta's prophecy ability has been further weakened. You just can't see certain scenes that will happen in the future. Likewise, Saint Asta can see some deeper things more intuitively.

A ricocheting fragment tore the entire left half of my body, leaving me deformed. I screamed as I fired a barrage of small-caliber shells. Awaiman wrapped it in a layer of scorching cold air, causing the cannonball to detonate upon impact, burning fiercely in the air.

Conrad begged them, looking up to the sky.

"Yes!"

——

However, even with my superhuman speed, I, Genust, could not stop what happened next.

30K: Hundreds of thousands of people died in this earthquake, the Astartes were shocked, and angels shed tears

40K: What! Just kill hundreds of billions of people to cede territory for peace and attract the insect swarm to the orcs' lair? Throw the extermination order down on me quickly, quickly, quickly!