Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 70 The Secret Weapon of the Fire Dragon Lord (Please Subscribe)

"Will our father blame us?"

Vaughn suddenly spoke, the giant among the Astartes frowned, his face as dark as a lava volcano was full of worry, "We were completely defeated in the war with the orcs in the Anteros galaxy, and dozens of planets in the entire galaxy were ravaged by the barbaric orcs. We are losers-"

"This is not your fault. We have all seen the horror of the orcs fighting the moon. No matter which legion faces such a situation, the result is the same. "The result." Kano stood on tiptoe and patted Vaughn on the shoulder: "You have done the best under the conditions allowed. Because of your efforts, hundreds of millions of people in the Empire have been able to save their lives." "I often hear people say that everyone's life is a currency in the hands of the Emperor." Kano smiled, hoping to ease Vaughn's nervousness with a good-natured joke, "If this is true, you have helped the Emperor save a lot of money." "I hope so." Vaughn sighed and nodded slightly. Vaughn, Kano, Azkelon, and the elite soldiers of the two legions were waiting here. They were standing on the stop bang at the bow of the Red Tear. A group of legion soldiers had already stood in a semicircle at the edge of the landing platform, holding ceremonial bolt guns in their hands. The archangel in golden power armor stood in the middle of the crowd, with his ice-white wings slightly open. Vaughn, Kano and others were behind the archangel. Buzz! The roar of the engine came. Kano raised his head and saw the dark green steel war eagle floating in through the glittering air protection film.

Under the cold touch of deep space, the fuselage of the spacecraft immediately formed a thin layer of shining frost with the water molecules in the air, and then turned into wisps of thin smoke and dissipated.

The burning exhaust pipe of the Thunder Eagle spewed power, hovered and turned, and landed steadily on the stop bang.

Heavy breathing.

Kano could clearly hear the dull sound of Vaughn's heart beating beside him.

Not only Vaughn, but every soldier of the 18th Legion became short of breath.

Some people were even trembling, too long, they had been waiting for this moment for too long.

Kano was lucky enough. He had been with the angel when the angel just landed on Baal.

But even so.

He could understand how important a Primarch was to the Legion.

Only when the Primarch returned, the Legion would be truly complete.

The spacecraft landed, stirring up smoke and dust on the stop bang, and the airflow generated by the descent whistled past. The Archangel's golden long hair burned in the void like a flame, bright and brilliant.

The landing ramp on the belly of the Thunder Eagle fell with the grumble of the hydraulic system.

A giant.

A giant who was so burly that it was unimaginable walked out of it.

He was wearing a dark green fine power armor, and every inch of exposed skin was as dark as the endless night. But his eyes were extremely bright, flashing with complex emotions such as love, tenderness, and expectation.

In the eyes of some people.

The Primarch was a demigod created by the Emperor, and was the embodiment of some kind of natural and great power of heaven and earth.

According to this statement, in Kano's cognition, the Archangel should be the sun at dawn, the first ray of light that pierced the darkness, bright but not dazzling, bringing light and hope to the dark world.

And the Primarch who appeared in front of him was a symbol of something larger and more destructive.

He thought of the volcano on the planet Atum.

In silence, they were silent and majestic.

But once it is enraged, destructive power will burst out from it, millions of tons of magma will sweep everything, and tens of millions of flaming meteorites will fall from the sky.

When the Fire Dragon Lord walked forward, Kano felt that the deck was shaking obviously, like a flaming boulder rolling over.

The temperature on his body was extremely high, and the heat spread in the surroundings in the form of radiation.

The surrounding air was naturally distorted due to the rising temperature.

It was like an invisible layer of flames burning on his body.

"What a terrible warrior." Kano swallowed his saliva dryly, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

If the power of the archangel comes from her extraordinary martial arts, her psychic power, her wings, her prophecy, her excellent physical fitness and other factors.

Then the power of the Fire Dragon Lord is more intuitive, clear and clear, and it also makes people feel more spiritually shocked.

Power!

The purest and most brutal power, that's all.

While Kano was in a trance, the soldiers of the 18th Legion had stepped forward and came to their father.

Led by Vaughn, they knelt down and swore allegiance to their father. But the Fire Dragon Lord shook his head, stopping them from taking further action.

"Stand up."

The Fire Dragon Lord spoke to his descendants.

The Archangel's wings folded slightly, and her flawless white face was shrouded in a hazy halo.

In a trance, she returned to the sky, detached from the world.

She was clearly standing in front of the warriors within reach, but she seemed very far away, like the moon in the sky.

"On the way here, I have learned about what happened in the Anteros galaxy."

The Fire Dragon Lord continued to speak.

Vaughan and the others stood up unsteadily, their heads hanging down like children who had made a mistake.

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But the expected rebuke did not come.

The Fire Dragon Lord patted Vaughn on the shoulder, with light flowing in his dark pupils: "You have done a good job, and I am proud of you. The one who really made the mistake was me. I came too late, so that I let you Alone in the dark.”

Vulkan continued:

“If kneeling represents respect, it represents repentance.

So it shouldn't be you who are kneeling here now, but me. You must remember that I am your father, not your ruler. "

After that he knelt down.

Both legions were shocked.

"The sacrifices you made to save the people of the Anteros system will be remembered forever. You did what others thought was impossible. You made sacrifices without hesitation. What you did may not be possible." It will be known to everyone, and it will not even be recognized by some people.”

Even when he was kneeling on the ground, Vulkan was still much taller than Vaughan.

Even taller than the archangel next to him.

Vulcan continued to speak, his voice echoing repeatedly on the shutdown deck, covering up the humming sound of the spacecraft engine, "But you must remember that as your father. I will always be proud of you, and I will I would like to express my highest respect to you.”

Azkelon stood beside the two Primarchs.

His blond shoulder-length hair was flying in the hot wind brought by the Thunder Eagle. He felt that his vision was a little blurred, and a smile involuntarily spread across his lips.

Nothing could be better than this.

What every warrior of the Legion longs for most is to be recognized by the Primarch.

The soldiers of the 18th Legion did it, and no one can question their perseverance and bravery on the battlefield.

But have they done it, the soldiers of the Ninth Legion?

Not so long ago.

Their mother also knelt down in front of them to show her recognition of the Ninth Legion.

But Azkelon knew it, and every soldier in the Ninth Legion knew it.

This recognition.

Not because they are so good.

It’s a mother’s tolerance, gentleness, and kindness.

Azkelon had long forgotten his mother's appearance. He was born on Terra, before the Emperor's light pierced the darkness of the old night.

Like many veterans of the Ninth Legion, Azkelon was a killing machine genetically bred by a technological warlord.

From the day he can remember.

He has been fighting, bleeding, and killing non-stop. Only the strongest are qualified to survive in hell, and the dead can only become dinner for bloodthirsty hounds.

But after the angels returned to the Legion, Azkelon had consciously paid attention to the mothers living in the lower decks.

There are more than 100,000 workers living on every large battleship in the empire. They are like ghosts and unnoticed, but they are an essential part of the operation of this war machine.

Many of these people.

From birth to death, he lived in a closed cabin and never saw the real sun.

But even if the environment is so bad, those mothers will still give their children as much care and companionship as possible.

The same is true for the archangels. They were once a group of inhumane ghouls, but their mother never thought of giving up on them, but stayed with them to overcome the suffering and fight against the madness in their genes.

"I'll make my mother proud."

Azkelon looked at the Fire Dragon Lord hugging his descendants and silently swore an oath in his heart.

"I also want to thank you, my blood relative, my sister."

The Fire Dragon Lord stood up slowly, put his fist on his chest, and bowed solemnly to the Archangel, "If you hadn't arrived in time, I might never see these heirs again."

"This is all the Emperor's will."

The archangel smiled and took a step forward. The light on her body spread out a little.

A warm and clear smile.

The archangel continued, "They are all as strong and gentle warriors as you, and I believe that my descendants and I have learned a lot from them during this time.

I am very happy to meet you. If I could, I would like to talk to you a lot. I would like to stay by your side and learn with you.

But my blood relatives, time is running out now.

Our most illustrious scions are fighting the crazed orcs on Atum.

Soldiers are losing their precious lives every minute and every second, and we must act quickly. "

Boom!

As if to reflect what the angel said just now.

A loud roaring sound accompanied by a strong vibration came from the deck beneath the feet, and the void shield of the Red Tear flashed violently, obviously being violently attacked by the orcs.

"You're absolutely right. After we crush these damn orcs, we'll have a lot of time together."

The Fire Dragon Lord said with a serious face: "I already know something about the orcs' battle moon. In order to fight against this crazy war fortress, I built a weapon and brought it over from Nocturne. It will definitely be able to Work wonders in this war!"

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