Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 78 Let Vulcan taste this duck neck first (please order)

The Orcs' battle moon has been completely burned, but that doesn't mean the war is over.

In the Talas galaxy, there are still a large number of orc fleets. In the world of Atum, there are also many small-scale green-skinned orcs wandering around like headless flies. If these orcs cannot be dealt with in time, they will multiply and spread at an alarming rate in the near future to form a new green tide.

To cut the weeds, we need to get rid of the roots!

The fighting prowess of the orcs increases with their numbers.

After losing the Battle Moon and the Beast Emperor, the threat posed by these dispersed orcs quickly declined. Even if the mortal auxiliary army encounters a small group of orcs, they can easily win. After the campaign of annihilation lasted for dozens of standard Terra days, the orcs in the Taras system were finally declared wiped out.

——

The world of death, Atum.

Vulkan was waiting quietly on a dark and vast plain.

He was not wearing any armor, just a blacksmith's simple and sturdy leather coat. His face was darker than the lava-covered surface of Atum. Although he was only wearing simple clothes, he exuded warmth like a furnace.

call out!

A soft sound of wind broke into the dull environment.

Vulcan raised his head if he noticed it, and saw a hazy light flying quickly from the edge of the dark sky. Just like the first light piercing the darkness when dawn arrives. The planet Atum is located on the edge of the Talas galaxy, very far away from the star.

Basically you can't see the sun's rays here, but you can see angels that are more dazzling than the sun.

The ice-white wings were spread out, and the gorgeous long golden hair poured down.

Archangels descended from heaven.

Like Vulcan, the archangel did not wear armor. Instead, he wore a simple white robe, with no other decorations except for a red gold chain tied around his waist.

She is perfect herself, and she is already moving enough without any additional decoration.

"Vulkan, my brother."

The archangel moved forward, came to Vulkan's side, and took the initiative to say hello, "The battle in the Talas galaxy is over, and now we finally have time to chat."

"Well, I have been looking forward to this day." Vulkan nodded: "I will remember everything that happened in the Talas galaxy for a long time to come. Here I meet you, on the iron blanket of war and Under the Hammer, my Legion was remade."

"To be honest, you are not the first Primarch I have met, but you are the most unique one among all the Primarchs I have met." Vulcan thought for a moment and added: "Whether it is Horus, Ferus, or Fulgrim, you are very different from them."

"Horus once said something similar to me."

The archangel smiled and said: "I don't know if I should understand this as a compliment. But I believe that my ability is no better than that of any of our brothers. I do not have the infectious eloquence and enthusiasm of Horus. His talent for dispatching soldiers is not as exaggerated as his strength and unique creativity.

As for Ferrus and Fulgrim you mentioned.

Although I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting them, I have already heard their stories from the missionaries’ mouths.

Ferrus was able to subdue dragons with his bare hands in his youth, and his talent in military warfare was undoubtedly the first among the Primarchs. Fulgrim's abilities are even more powerful. He has perfect eloquence and can occupy planets one after another without losing any blood. "

Sanguinius sighed:

“Compared to them, I’m still far behind.

In fact, apart from my passable appearance, I am the most ordinary one. "

A mediocre Sanguinius...

The corners of Vulkan's mouth twitched, if these words came from Fulgrim's mouth. He would definitely think that the other party was in Versailles, or was playing a trick on him. But if it comes from Sanguinius's mouth, it's completely different.

Even with the Emperor's wisdom, it was difficult to hide something from the Primarch.

It is even more difficult for the original body to deceive the original body.

The archangel's voice and eyes were full of sincerity, and there was no need for the other party to hide anything from him in such trivial matters.

Therefore, this sentence sounds very outrageous at first, but in fact, Sanguinius thinks so from the bottom of his heart.

+This is the kind of humility that I should learn from the Archangels+

"My dear sister, you need not be so modest," said Vulcan.

The angel shook his head and said seriously: "I am not deliberately staying humble. I am just stating the facts in my heart."

"That's right, that's it!"

Vulkan held the archangel's hand excitedly: "This is such humility. Please tell me how you do it."

I noticed that my actions were a bit rude.

Vulkan reluctantly let go of his hand and scratched his head.

He thought for a moment, his expression returned to its previous calmness, and then he continued: "Horus, Fulgrim, and even Magnus, they often show a humble appearance.

But what can I say, the nature of their humility is very different from yours.

The modesty of Horus and Fulgrim is more of a statesman's mask, and they maintain a humble and perfect posture in front of mortals. But in fact, I can sense that they do not put mortals on the same level as themselves. They believed that they and their warriors were superior to others, that they were nobles, and that they were in the position of rulers.

As for Magnus.

Magnus' humility comes precisely from his arrogance. "

Vulkan sat cross-legged on the ground, making him and the archangel appear to be about the same height. When two people are talking face to face, the difference in body shape will not cause too much pressure and destroy this harmonious and natural atmosphere.

"But you are different."

Vulkan continued: "I can detect that your humility comes from the bottom of your heart. Even such a character is difficult for ordinary people, let alone an extraordinary Primarch like us."

"I don't think this is a virtue worth showing off. If I have to find a reason, it's probably because I can accept my flaws now." The angel replied.

"defect?"

Vulkan looked at the archangel's wings.

"Yes, it's the flaw."

The angel stood in front of Vulcan with a smile on his face.

He opened his wings against the hot wind blowing from the magma plain and the hazy light of the sulfur flames.

"I like my wings very much. They are strong enough to carry me to fight the storm and fly across the sky. But equally, it is impossible for a mortal to grow wings. They are a symbol of mutation."

"I once doubted and even hated that I was a mutant, but now I choose to regard it as a gift and a warning." Sanguinius spread his hands and said calmly, "I am neither perfect nor better than anyone else. Noble. So I serve as a servant and gratefully serve my heirs, my father, and the mortals of the empire."

"Although this idea sounds a bit ridiculous, I assure you that every word I say comes from the bottom of my heart, without any reservation or deception."

"thanks for your trust."

Vulkan slowly stood up, his dark face full of awe.

He sighed, and then said in a serious tone, "Among all the brothers I have ever met and known, your thoughts are unparalleled. These words are really worthy of being engraved on steel, let us Everybody learns.”

"Shh!"

The angel laughed and put his slender fingers to his lips.

“I can have this idea because of my special situation. Each of our brothers has his own unique thoughts and ideas.

I'm so excited to share these thoughts with you here, and I honestly feel like a huge weight has been lifted off me.

But there’s no need to tell more people about this, just keep it as a little secret between us, okay? "

"You're right."

Vulkan thought for a moment and nodded, "Even if you tell Fulgrim or other brothers these thoughts.

It may be difficult for them to accept it, and it may even cause conflicts. I guarantee you that no third person will hear the conversation we are having here. "

"Thank you, Vulcan."

The archangel nodded slightly and folded his wings behind his back.

"I have a gift I want to give you." Vulkan said. He took off the leather bag wrapped around his back and handed it to the archangel in front of him. "This is a weapon I forged. In my Of all the finished products, it is the most outstanding one. I believe that this weapon is worthy of your honor."

Sanguinius reached out and took it.

With anticipation, she untied the string on the leather bag.

Lying inside is a giant power spear that is more than five meters long. The long handle below is forged from fine gold, and the spear tip at the end is shaped into a hollow teardrop shape.

Even if the decomposition field is not activated, a water-like azure blue halo naturally flows on its edge.

"I named this weapon the Spear of Completion."

Vulcan introduced with pride in his tone, "It has three different attack modes. It can kill enemies within the melee range, and the torrent of arcane energy that bursts out after being charged at the end can tear apart the armor of a battleship. .

besides.

I also installed a retrieval device on the lower grip.

You can throw it like a real spear and it will come back to you as long as it's not too far away. "

"Vulkan, you are a well-deserved genius in forging."

With a smile on his face, Sanguinius stroked the blade of the Spear, feeling the cold metal trembling gently on his fingertips. "This is the best gift I've ever received and I'm going to use it well."

"I really don't know how to thank you." The archangel looked at Vulkan and said.

"My sister, my blood relative, it is my honor to forge weapons for you."

Vulcan said, "As for gratitude, there is no need to talk about it. You saved my descendants from the world of Corcyra. I am the one who really should be grateful."

"I will remember this war."

Sanguinius' eyes were slightly red, and there was a hint of reluctance in his tone.

The war is over, and the Ninth Army and the Eighteenth Army are about to separate.

Although the war on the Talas system was tragic, the two legions were reborn in the furnace of war.

The XVIIIth Legion was restored to wholeness.

The Ninth Legion also tried to change during this war.

They no longer regard mortals as burdens to themselves, but as comrades who can be trusted to a certain extent.

They had the respect of the XVIII Legion.

They reaped the glory.

Several galaxies and hundreds of billions of mortals were saved because of their hard work on the Talas system.

These things have been away from the Ninth Legion for so long that when they re-embrace these things that should belong to them, they all feel strange for a while.

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But Sanguinius promised.

It won't be long before her warriors and her descendants will become familiar with all this.

Although there are still many troubles and difficulties ahead, the Legion is getting back on track, and as long as we keep it up, everything will be fine.

"This is indeed a war worth remembering." Vulcan nodded.

His face blended into the dark night of Atum Planet, and no emotional changes could be seen.

But there was also reluctance in the dull voice, "I will look forward to us fighting side by side next time, but let us forget these regrets now. Our descendants and the imperial army on the planet Atum have prepared a banquet, and they will definitely return it Waiting for us, we have to rush back and don’t keep the children waiting too long.”

"What you said is absolutely correct."

——

When the two Primarchs appeared at the banquet.

The atmosphere of the open-air barbecue also reached its climax. The soldiers cheered and the Imperial Army's faces glowed red with excitement.

"It seems that you are getting along very well these days." Sanguinius greeted with a smile.

Kano, Vaughn and other fighters are playing with the food on the giant barbecue grill.

Neither man wore armor.

Vaughan even put on a white apron and a tall white chef's hat on his head. I don't know where he got these things from, but at first glance they look quite suitable when worn on his body.

The food on the grill is in a mess, which is not very appetizing——

There were green-skinned muscle pieces that smelled like roasted mushrooms, white worms the size of adult calves, and even some unidentified furry pieces of meat that resembled rat heads.

Even so.

The atmosphere among the legionnaires was still very good.

"Although these orcs are ugly, they taste good." Amit came over, holding a large bowl made of orc skulls in his hand.

The bowl was as big as his two palms spread out, and it was obviously taken from some unlucky orc warlord.

"Would you like some?" The soldiers gathered around excitedly.

It's hard to refuse the hospitality.

Vulkan used his fingers to pinch a piece of orc meat from the fire, chewed it and swallowed it, while Sanguinius used a fork to tear off a piece of meat from the volcano worm that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside to taste it in small bites.

Although this local specialty of Planet Atum is a little deformed, it tastes really good.

It's very chewy, and the delicious gravy explodes between your lips and tongue.

The taste is somewhat similar to hand-made beef balls.

but.

When facing the last delicacy.

Even the Primarch seemed a little hesitant.

"What on earth is this?" Looking at those furry pieces of meat with sharp teeth that resembled rat heads.

The archangel's pale golden brows furrowed, and it was hard for him to speak.

"It's a duck neck!"

A mortal officer boldly squeezed through the gap between a group of giant warriors.

He said excitedly, "The man from the Ministry of Military Affairs gave us the duck neck. Only important festival warriors on the planet Atum have the opportunity to share this delicacy."

Let Vulkan eat this duck neck first - Sanguinius put the fork in his hand on the tray, held the mortal general's hand, and was moved: "You are the real warriors on the planet Atum. What we face is not just the harsh environment here and the vicious orcs.”

Vulkan took a "duck neck" from the tray and put it in his mouth.

Chew it carefully and swallow it in one gulp.

"If a piece of meat looks like a mouse, smells like a mouse, and tastes like a mouse," Vulgan Rui commented, "then it must be a mouse."

"The Great Crusade has not yet succeeded. Some people in our team have already betrayed the glory of the Emperor." Vulkan said seriously, "I will talk to those in the Ministry of Military Affairs. I am sure they do not want to see me. What a primarch looks like when he's angry."

I wish all the friends taking the college entrance examination good luck in the next exam and achieve their ideal results.

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