Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Blood Mountains.

Looking down from a high altitude, this huge mountain range is like a fresh human spine displayed in the red desert.

The huge red stones on the sunny side of the mountain range are fresh flesh and blood dotted on the spine. The fortress of the Brass Brotherhood, the feared alien mutant force, is located on a steep cliff in this mountain range.

From the outside.

The fort is just a crude palace built of red marble. Its columns, doors, and corridors on both sides are decorated with skulls of beasts and humans, as well as demon statues cast in brass.

There was a layer of mottled blood flowing on the bodies of those snarling demons.

Under some supernatural force, the scarlet blood remained at the moment it burst out of the artery. It is exuding a stinky and sickly rotten smell all the time, stimulating the most primitive desire to kill in people's hearts.

Follow the corridor into the interior of the mountain.

Only then did we realize that there was a cave inside. Huge and thick rocks isolated the deadly radiation on Bacelon. It also allows the temperature inside to be maintained at a relatively constant level.

Gurgling water meanders through the mine, and various mushroom-type fungi grow in the moist mud on both sides. Some of the special species also glow with light blue fluorescence. If you ignore the shrill screams coming from the depths of the mine, the environment here can really be described as a fairy tale.

In the deepest part of the fortress.

In a hall that shone with scarlet light, ferocious chains with barbs hung from the ceiling. Eight huge pillars with demon statues engraved on them rose from the ground, and eight naked-chested pure-blood slaves were tied to each pillar.

Their wrists were slashed with sharp blades, and scarlet blood spurted out. They gathered into a pool in the ravine at their feet, and then filled the blasphemous magic circle full of subspace power along the curved texture under the influence of gravity.

The raging tide of warp power distorts the barrier between reality and illusion.

The magic circle was heated to an extremely high temperature under the influence of a certain will, and the blood kept making hissing sounds as it flowed, evaporating into a turbulent and rolling blood-red mist.

And in the middle of this fog.

It is Barnett, the leader of the Brass Brotherhood, who is known as the Butcher.

He was tall, over two meters tall, with a sickly pale skin. Countless centipede-like twisted scars were crawling and squirming on his body. The strong muscles were beating and twitching uneasily due to the severe pain, and wisps of humming overflowed from the mouth covered with the iron-toothed mask.

Two days ago.

Barnett heard the call.

Calling from subspace, the figure on the brass throne lowered his gaze.

This sudden sight made Barnett ecstatic and his blood surged. A sacrifice was carried out without hesitation under his command. The blood of a total of sixty-four pure-blood slaves gathered together in the evil ritual, and the power burst out from it, breaking the physical universe and subspace. barrier.

The air in front of him shattered like a mirror.

Threads of crimson tide spread out from it like stretched tentacles, wrapping it involuntarily.

When Barnett finally regained his sanity from the endless rage of a sea of ​​blood, he realized that he had disappeared from the physical universe and stood in a majestic palace filled with molten brass, skulls and blood.

This palace is incredibly large.

Each pillar seems to support the entire magnificent universe, with no end as far as the eye can see.

The tides of the sea of ​​blood rose and fell, and the roars of trillions of demons were enough to melt brass.

But such terrifying power never moved the figure on the throne in the slightest. The blood-colored pupils shrouded in shadow were just staring at a certain place in the vast universe.

The scorching gaze fell on a small figure on a red planet.

The slender snow-white figure has angel-like wings from myths and legends. Her face is flawless, and her soul is holy and noble. However, in such a soul, there is a certain quality that is extremely coveted by the gods in charge of killing and destruction.

It was a scarlet beast, a blood-red angel bound in a cage of reason. With just a little inducement, the emperor's angel could transform into his claws of honor, his bloody queen, and his sword-wielding sword. female!

And now - the inducement has appeared in front of him, he must consider whether this is his only chance in this life!

Click!

When the infinite sea of ​​blood stirs with the joy of Khorne.

Kneeling in the blood hall, the alien mutant Barnett, who was as small as dust, was also raising his head uncontrollably. In a thousandth of an instant, he saw the figure on the throne. It was so majestic that all the stars in the sky were covered behind him, leaving only endless blood red in the vast space.

And then--

Snapped!

Barnett's eyes exploded.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to roar in the intense pain. But his tongue burned fiercely like a wick, and the skin and flesh on his face began to melt like a candle, revealing the pale bones underneath. The bones grew and reshaped with life, growing the devil's iconic sharp horns.

Fangs as long as missiles proliferated from the lower jaw, and a tail thicker than an anchor rope swayed powerfully.

In the shadow of tearing flesh, bat-like wings stretched out. The soul that was petrified into chains was cast into iron chains, and the bronze armor was forged by melting flesh. The demon's cracked hooves and the scattered skulls of gods jingled.

This monster kneaded by hatred, the aura flowing out engulfed his thoughts.

The echoes of millions of rage and blood affairs pulled Barnett like a tide, and the overflowing emotions washed over the entire temple.

The selfish and trivial anger of a spoiled child; the surging and powerless fear of a victim; the thirst of a crazy psyker; the unified and huge hatred condensed by the entire army. And these are just the discarded things thrown away by this creature, and the footprints left by its walking.

Kabanha - a true warp demon occupied the weak body of the mutant.

It bowed gracefully to the figure on the throne, and every move was full of the calm and calm elegance of a killer.

"Your hounds will hunt for you forever, until they bring their prey back to your temple." Samus spoke with a hissing voice, his long scarlet tongue swaying in excitement for the upcoming blood.

When he raised his head again.

The ancient brass throne disappeared without a trace, and he was already standing in the physical universe.