Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

When the fleet jumped from the subspace into the real universe, on the top tactical command deck of the Red Tear, the angel was half-kneeling on the ground with his arms spread out. Those tall servitors with multiple metal tentacles were surrounding her, wearing pieces of heavy metal beaten into thin sheets on her body.

Through the crimson warp turbulence, the world of Corcyra came into view.

This forged planet is about the same size as Terra. It is wrapped in a thick layer of orange smoke. Densely packed tiny black spots surround the space orbit on the surface of the planet. Huge whirlpools of blue-violet plasma flicker, disappearing and disappearing. now.

Wait for the Red Tears to get closer.

Only then did he discover that those black spots were not the expected star rings, but countless alien battleships.

The structure of those battleships is full of imagination, completely made of metal, wood, and stone randomly combined together. They trembled loudly and were wrapped in thick smoke formed by burning promethium, but they were actually flying in mid-air, surrounding the empire's fleet and launching attacks.

Most Ork warships don't even have weapons systems mounted on them.

Those crazy orcs directly rammed their warships towards the empire's fleet.

The rays of light from macro cannons, gravity cannons, and heavy laser cannons were densely packed and intertwined into a net, but some fish that slipped through the net still hit the blue-purple void shield of the battleship.

The void shield flashed violently, and the surrounding images became distorted. This was a precursor to imminent overload.

Click!

There was a crisp sound of metal snapping together.

The last piece of armor was tightly inlaid on the angel's glorious body.

She spread her wings, spread and clenched her ten fingers, and slowly stood up from the deck, the light of the stars flowing through her body. Radolon and Azkelon, the two most shining warriors and the most outstanding commanders of the Legion, stood beside Sanguinius.

Ladoron's face was serious, his teeth were gritted and his brows were furrowed.

Azkelon stood casually beside the angel, carrying aggressive majesty and confidence.

"It seems that our brothers are not in very good condition." Azkelon said, "The entire Anteros galaxy has fallen into the hands of aliens."

"The enemy's strength cannot be underestimated."

Radolon said, "I have seen the data on this battle. In the past year, nearly 10,000 Space Marines gave their lives in this war. If this war continues, The Eighteenth Legion may even face a tragic ending."

"They were all heroic warriors and their sacrifice will not be forgotten."

Sanguinius spoke in a low voice.

Condolences for the deceased.

"Where is the real master of the 18th Legion, my brother Vulkan." Sanguinius asked doubtfully, "I have seen in the Empire's promotional materials that the Fire Dragon Lord returned to the Empire more than ten years ago. , why he has never been reunited with his legion."

"Imaging simulation system startup"

Radolon gave the order through the gauntlet, and on the ceiling above his head, a brass-wrapped metal pipe slowly extended out.

Its lower end decomposed and split, turning into eight thin legs like a spider web. In the middle was a round metal probe, from which bright light was projected in a cone shape.

A burly phantom appeared in front of Sanguinius.

It's Vulcan.

Although it was just a false phantom, the original body still gave people a dull and oppressive feeling when standing in front of him.

"Is he really as tall as the picture shows? It's incredible."

Kano's curious head came closer, and he blinked, with an intimidating exclamation in his tone.

Vulkan in the picture is not wearing power armor, just the kind of leather jacket that blacksmiths often wear, and holding a huge hammer in his hand.

But even so.

Vulkan's height is also over five meters.

Even the fully-armed angel looked a little petite standing in front of him.

The gap is as huge as the gap between mortals and Astartes. Vulkan, the undisputed giant among the Primarchs.

"When he fights, he's definitely going to be fierce," Cano said.

Even among the superhuman warriors of the Astartes, there is a cult of physique.

"We will have the opportunity to fight side by side with this giant, but not yet." Sanguinius glanced at Vulkan, and then turned off the projector, "His heirs are trapped in Kor. In the world of Silas, we have to find a way to rescue them."

"Vulkan doesn't appear in front of the Imperial public very often."

Radolon said, "He is quite mysterious. He has been following the Emperor for these years, learning the skills of war and forging. It is said that although this primarch looks burly and terrifying, he actually has a quite gentle personality."

"I heard my brother Horus say similar words." The angel smiled and said: "We sometimes talk about other primarchs, and he has a very unique evaluation of Vulkan."

"But now is not the time to talk about this because the war is about to begin."

The Red Tear hovers in the upper orbit of the world of Corcyra.

The burning starport was already visible to the naked eye. Orange-red atomic flames occasionally spurted out from the low-hanging clouds. A large number of orc warships kept spinning like flies surrounding a carrion. Some alien battleships have already noticed the huge thing that suddenly appeared above the planet.

They did not feel fear, but became restless with excitement.

Groups of battleships gathered together and flew towards the Red Tears like moths flying into the flames. Then it was silently annihilated in the fire that tore through the sky. The angel frowned slightly and gave the final combat order: "Get ready to go!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!

Buzz!

Driven by a robotic arm.

The top tactical deck began to sink, and rows of thick steel structures quickly passed by.

Click!

Accompanied by a metallic crunch.

The feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and the soldiers who were ready to go appeared on the lower apron.

Neatly arranged Stormbirds have already been waiting here, the hatches are open, the engines are humming, and the temperature of the surrounding air is rising due to the blue fusion flames discharged from the pipes.

The fleet was ready to go, and the angels were the first to enter the storm bird in front of them, while Radolon, Azkelon and other warriors followed closely behind.

laugh!

The crimson storm bird slowly sailed out of the dock.

Under the pull of gravity and the strong power of the engine, the speed is getting faster and faster.

Through the windows on both sides, you can see that the billowing orange flame cloud is rapidly growing in size, filling the entire field of view. The oppressive feeling of silence makes people breathless. The Storm Bird's body is slightly weakened due to the high temperature and unstable air pressure. jitter.

Uh-huh!

After a while.

The flame cloud suddenly disappeared, and a burning world appeared in front of everyone.

The hatch slowly opened, and strong winds smelling of gunpowder and sulfur poured in. Even the Astartes had to reach out and grab the gravity net above their heads to maintain their balance and not be swept away by the rushing wind.

But the angel stood up from the cabin.

One step, two steps, three steps——

She ran, accelerated.

He jumped out facing the burning world, his ice-white wings spread wide.