Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

The Vengeful Spirit drove furiously on the endless desert, the promethium engine making a buzzing sound along with the vibration of the carriage.

Cano did not stay on top of the vehicle's ballistic plating.

Instead, he stayed in the spacious carriage with other warriors in the tribe.

The carriage was quiet as the soldiers sat upright and prepared for the coming war.

Kano heard a rustling sound.

Beside him, Kelly was writing something on the cardboard with a pen. Sometimes he would frown and put his finger on his chin, thinking seriously.

This action attracted Kano's attention.

"People say you are a talented poet?" The sudden voice startled Kelly.

"Ah! Sir."

After turning around and seeing Kano's big, precocious face.

Kelly breathed a sigh of relief.

Both of them have relatively cheerful personalities, plus Kelly is nice to talk and quick with his hands and feet.

After fighting side by side several times.

The relationship between the two is quite good and they are very good friends.

"Poet, this is really an over-the-top title for me." Kelly smiled and scratched his head, "But I do like to write something."

"This is not an exaggerated title. I heard soldiers say that they can get strength from your words and even forget the pain caused by bleeding." Kano praised sincerely, and then hugged Kelly's shoulders. , winking at him, "Good brother, can you let me see your new work."

"sure."

Kelly nodded and handed the cardboard in his hand to Kano, "This is your prerogative."

Kano put his chain saw ax on his thigh, then wiped the black machine oil on his hand with his trouser leg, and then solemnly took the cardboard handed over by Kelly.

He turned to the latest page.

The beautiful Anoqian script is neatly arranged in the grid, with the following written on it:

"The mutants that devour living people are far more numerous and powerful than us.

Their tongues are like swords, their eyes are dull, and their gnarled hands hold rusty swords.

Just when we thought we were going to die, angels came down here.

She, the pure one, will not allow disaster to befall us.

The angel's wrath was like a blazing fire, and the dance of death began to follow her.

Bringing up the terrifying red mist, the angel's eyes and angel's crown began to burn in our eyes, extremely intense, like a bright and violent halo, like a sandstorm carrying destruction.

We are all intoxicated by the fatal beauty of her dance.

In the end, none of the mutants were spared, everything was silent, and she stood in front of us, as quiet as a cairn, with the enemy's dirty blood dripping down. "

Kano stared blankly for a long time.

Then he slapped his thigh fiercely and shouted: "Fuck!"

"What's wrong, brother?" Kelly was confused by Kano's actions and asked uneasily.

“It’s so damn well written, bro!”

Kano returned the cardboard in his hand to Kelly, and then continued angrily: "If I were Radolon, I would definitely not arrange for you to be on such a dangerous battlefield. Your talents and talents are suitable for the future, waiting for the war. After the end, a new generation will be born on the land of Parva. You are suitable to be a history teacher and tell the children what we are experiencing now in a spacious and bright classroom.”

"Hahaha!"

Kano laughed heartily, with even a few tears of excitement in his eyes, "Just thinking about such a scene makes me feel happier than killing a dozen mutants."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

When Kelly saw people looking at him with approval, he suddenly said shyly, "Actually, I took the initiative to ask to go to the front line of the war. After we win, there will be better people to tell all this." . As for now, I hope to be among you as a warrior."

"and--"

He paused briefly and made a small joke, "Who can resist the temptation of fighting alongside angels?"

"I am willing to give my life for the angels." A tall warrior with a face as dark as iron said.

"I have no doubt that the day of victory will come."

Another warrior with a scar on his face and an equally tall figure said, "Although I may not be able to witness that great victory with my own eyes, our children will live in a world without mutant aliens, and that is enough."

This is Tara, the Tano brothers.

They are both from the ancient Mesa tribe.

Before the arrival of the angels, the Mesa tribe was one of the few pure-blood tribes capable of confronting mutants head-on.

The dull atmosphere in the carriage was aroused.

People were talking a lot, passing Kelly's manuscript in their hands. Those who couldn't understand it asked their companions to read it aloud. A cheerful atmosphere permeated everyone's heart.

It was as if they were no longer going to a cruel war, but were preparing to participate in an outdoor event.

Kano fell silent instead.

He stroked the teeth of the chain ax in his hand and looked out the car window into the distance.

One after another, the modified heavy-duty vehicles were speeding through the desert, their powerful rear wheels kicking up large amounts of dust.

More than two months have passed since I left the oasis that day.

Mutant strongholds and cult organizations were wiped out by them one after another, and the enslaved pure-blood tribes were rescued in this holy war.

The tribe's total population grew from less than a hundred to thousands.

And the remaining mutants in the Wasteland of Pain finally felt fear.

They had to choose to put aside their hatred for each other and unite under the iron banner of the Brass Brotherhood.

Just as expected in Radolon's plan.

The final decisive battle of the first stage is about to begin, and every soldier on the vehicle is ready to sacrifice his life for the angels.

laugh!

When the brass fortress on the Blood Mountains appears in front of you.

The Vengeful Spirit slowly stopped amid a sharp and harsh sound of brakes.

The rear door of the carriage opens.

As the golden sunlight shone, Kano jumped out of the vehicle first.

The vehicle was parked less than a kilometer away from the fortress of the Brass Brotherhood.

Many people could clearly see the rotting corpse impaled on the black thorns in front of the gate, as well as the tanned human skin hanging on the mast like a flag. There were mottled blood stains on the old gate.

The blazing sun hung clearly high in the sky.

But everyone felt a chill out of thin air.

That was not an illusion born out of fear, but a real reality.

Too much torture, fighting, and hatred.

This caused the negative energy in the subspace to accumulate in this fortress, and it was even strong enough to change the surrounding environment.

call out!

A rocket launcher mounted on top of the Vengeful Spirit opened fire first.

With a shimmering tracer.

A rocket flew away and accurately hit the brass gate of the fortress.

Boom!

Trembling violently.

The door was torn apart inch by inch, melting away and creating a wide passage.