Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 81 Angel Wings (please order)

When Deimos and Phobos are at apogee and perigee, you will surely be honored by the Messiah of Om.

The golden armor is dazzling, surrounded by wind and clouds.

The Lord of All Machines reigns over all peoples and rules over all human territories.

His glory shines all around, and no one dares to compete with the scorching sun.

Tarkis froze on the spot, recalling the scene when he first saw Ohm Messiah on Mars in the warm light.

again.

Mankind's Manifest Destiny appeared before him.

Two rows of burly warriors wearing golden finely crafted power armor walked out of the storm bird's open hatch and stepped into the obsidian hall with neat steps. They lined up neatly, looked at each other, and held ceremonial bolters on their chests, forming a simple guard of honor.

During one piston pumping time.

The Daughter of the Messiah of Ohm appeared before the Forge General.

Tarkis devoted almost all of his body and soul to the great God of All Machines, Om Messiah, but even so, he still found some amazing beauty in the archangel.

Every detail on her body, even every feather on the wings on her back, represents mathematical harmony, symmetry, and perfection.

There is also a power in the light that shines around her.

Power deep into the soul.

With her arrival, omnipresent light flows in the heart of every machine.

It brings kinetic energy, heat, energy and light.

It feeds the furnace and drives the engine.

The soul of a great machine exists in every gear and device, flows through every cable, and infuses every piston and the beating heart of every engine.

Without it, the universe would be a dark, barren place, a dead place devoid of light and existence.

"I think I should kneel down for you." Tarkis looked at the angel and murmured.

The moment the light enveloped him, the incongruity in his mechanical body disappeared in an instant.

His soul was attached to the steel body he was proud of, and electrical signals flowed smoothly through the cables that made up his body like blood.

"When I meet you, I remember meeting your father for the first time on Mars."

Tarkis fell into memories and continued to speak.

His little thought of confrontation and uncompromising disappeared out of the sky the moment the daughter of Ohm's Messiah appeared.

Sanguinius was not the first son of the Om Messiah he had met. He had followed the Forge General of Mars to meet Horus, the Wolf-god of the Sixteenth Legion and the Returned Son.

At that time, he was just a great sage of automation engineering in the Mars Mechanicum.

But he remembered it clearly.

Horus showed no similar abilities.

So, Tarkis continued, "You are very similar to your father. You are a special one among the descendants of Ohm Messiah."

"Ah, sorry..."

Tarkis soon realized that what he said was a bit arrogant, "This is not the topic I am here to talk about."

A string of friendly red lights flashed in his electronic eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

The pale, corpse-like smile, coupled with the strange red light flashing in the eyes, did not convey the friendly atmosphere as Tarkis expected.

In fact, the mood on the scene became a little tense. Azkelon, who was following the archangel, gently stroked the butt of the gun with his fingers.

"No, that's not meant to be offensive."

Sanguinius stepped forward, nodded slightly in greeting, and then said with a smile: "I have not returned to the Empire for a long time, and I don't know much about many things. It is satisfying to be able to get some things about my father from you. It’s a curiosity I’ve always had.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d be happy to share this knowledge with you.

In the empire.

Although this knowledge is little known, it is hardly a secret. "

Forge-General Tarkis replied:

"When the Ohm Messiah came to Mars, it rained and the light of the stars disappeared. He healed the machines and healed the Titan's legs, so we knelt before him and swore allegiance to him."

General Tarkis' electronic eyes looked at the archangel in front of him and continued:

"I thought I would never have the chance to witness the power of Ohm Messiah again in this life. But I was wrong. I sensed in you the same power essence as your father. So, General, I think even if you are It is also special among the original bodies."

"I will make good use of this power." The angel replied.

"This general has guessed the origin of you, the daughter of Om Messiah. Now let us start discussing the business. I am willing to provide services to you and your legion as required by the Holy Covenant. But this matter involves all aspects , in order to avoid future trouble, we need to negotiate.

This may take a while.

But trust me, the time is worth it.

They will allow your army to operate more efficiently in future operations. "

"Thank you for your understanding." A smile appeared on the Archangel's face, "To be offensive, I thought there would be some twists and turns in this conversation."

"If things develop according to normal circumstances, there is indeed a probability of more than 70% that similar situations will occur. Although we are two sides of the imperial double-headed eagle, we ultimately represent different interests. With different interests, conflicts will naturally occur."

General Tarkis said sincerely, "But sometimes the power of individuals can allow us to put aside our disputes and seek common ground while reserving differences."

"Of course this is the best thing."

With a smile on the Archangel's face, the Primarch of the Legion shook hands with the General of the Forge World in a friendly gesture, "You are an enlightened ruler."

"No, you are wrong."

General Tarkis said, "I can't accurately understand the meaning of this word, but I have heard people say that I am stubborn, indifferent, and inhumane more than once. I take these words as a compliment, because this is how the machine of Ohm Messiah should be. .

But you are different.

Even Ohm Messiah's machinery will operate more efficiently and harmoniously in front of you. "

"Uh..." The smile on the archangel's face was slightly stiff.

She thought for a moment and replied: "Thank you for the compliment."

"Daughter of Ohm Messiah, I am not deliberately complimenting you. General, I am just telling the truth. Machines never lie."

After all,

General Tarkis turned around.

He left the Archangel and the members of the Holy Blood Guard who were looking at each other in situ, and walked towards the mechanical corridor deep in the hall.

The archangel waved his hand and didn't care about Tarkis's weird temper.

Actually,

This kind of business is done with sincerity and words are sincere.

And the image of attaching great importance to efficiency is very popular among Archangels.

As General Tarkis Forged moved forward, he passed through a long and dark corridor, ending at a huge freight elevator.

The temperature inside the iron box-like elevator was very high, at least around seventy or eighty degrees, and the air around it was slightly glowing red.

Two mechanical sages in scarlet robes are waiting here.

Although their level of transformation was not as exaggerated as that of Forging General Tarkis, at a glance they had at least replaced more than 80% of their flesh and blood with ferocious machines.

They were all very tall, on par with the fully armed Astartes, and they also had thick mechanical arms extending out from their backs.

When the archangel was in the same room with them, the two mechanical sages were obviously a little nervous.

Sanguinius heard the sound of electricity sizzling in the power core.

"Who are these two?"

Sanguinius nodded slightly, as a greeting, and asked General Tarkis, the foundry general.

"This is Civil Sage Linya on the left, and Mechanical Sage Avia on the right. They are my deputies and deputy directors of the world of Corcyra." General Tarkis introduced briefly.

Mechanical Sage Avia nodded slightly towards the archangel as a greeting.

Lin Ya, the civil sage, raised his head. A torrent of snowflake-like numbers flashed in his strip-shaped electronic eyes, and finally a simple emoji appeared——

(￣ー￣)

Hmm~

It should be a smile.

Sanguinius smiled in return.

The wide freight elevator is two to three hundred square meters in size, and it is enough to be used as a stopper for some small spaceships. Even though the original body, three sages of the Mechanicus, and more than ten Astartes of the Holy Blood Guard were standing here at the same time, it did not seem crowded at all.

Amidst the buzzing sound, the freight elevator went down.

The surrounding temperature is still rising, and steam mixed with the smell of steel seeps out from the gaps in the elevator. The sound of the hammer hitting the iron felt came from far and near like some kind of rhythmic symphony, and the floor beneath my feet buzzed and vibrated, because the constant acceleration always gave me a slight feeling of weightlessness.

This canyon is incredibly deep.

They have now descended at least four to five hundred meters, but there is still no slowdown in speed.

Azkelon looked at the Foundry General with a slightly aggressive look.

The Foundry General seemed unaware of this. He just looked at Sanguinius and said to himself, "It will still take some time to reach the lower warehouse. Please allow me to introduce to you the history and history of the Forge World of Corcyra. specialty."

"The world of Corcyra returned to the rule of the Empire in the early days of the Great Crusade. Before that, it was a planet ruled by a feudal dynasty. The scale of the Corcyra Forge World is not particularly large, but the complete industrial facilities are enough. It can produce common armored vehicles including Land Raiders, Predator tanks, Mastodons and Rhino armored vehicles.”

Land Raiders and Predator tanks are two common types of heavy fire support on the battlefield.

The Mastodon and Rhino armored vehicles, while possessing heavy armor and considerable firepower, can also transport dozens of Astartes warriors to the core of the battlefield.

Even with the return of the Primarch, the IX Legion began to receive more resources from the Ministry of War.

But as the saying goes.

The distant water cannot quench the near thirst, and the Ninth Legion is still in the dilemma of lacking heavy equipment.

This batch of equipment produced on the world of Corcyra can obviously greatly alleviate the Ninth Legion's lack of heavy firepower, but the surprise does not end there.

Bang!

The freight elevator finally reached the bottom of this canyon.

The heavy metal door in front of him slowly opened on both sides with the sound of hinges pulling. In front of him was a huge warehouse, where the war beasts were lying in rows.

In the red light brought by the promethium brazier, there is a ferocious luster.

The air was filled with the smell of rich incense, and even white smoke was visible to the naked eye.

Threads of white smoke.

As the scarlet robe of the Great Sage swayed, it swayed to both sides.

"When the orcs invaded the Andros galaxy, General, I had already prepared for the worst. I hid these sacred war machines in the deepest part of this canyon, and the stupid orcs did not notice this. The treasure of the Messiah."

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General Tarkis said proudly:

“As you can now see with your own eyes, these machines have been completely preserved.

I can feel the divine spirit of machines longing to crush the enemies of the Empire on the battlefield, and I hope you will grant their wishes. May the God of Machines be with you. "

At the end of the warehouse is a solidly sealed door.

This portal almost fits tightly with the surrounding iron walls. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice the existence of the portal at all.

Being treated like this by the thoughtful General Tarkis, there must be a great treasure hidden in this portal.

This is indeed the case.

General Tarkis put his hand on the wall.

A long electronic screen appeared in front of him, with high-frequency scarlet light flashing on it.

The scarlet light flashed at the same frequency as General Tarkis's electronic eyes, and it lasted for several breaths before the defense mechanism was verified.

Click!

Accompanied by the sound of gears turning.

The iron portal protruded outwards, then moved downwards and disappeared.

This iron gate was a little narrow and Tarkis could barely get through. The archangel had to turn sideways and bend slightly to pass through. The space inside suddenly opened up, with the same smell of incense and engine oil, but without those huge war machines.

What is stored in this small warehouse is not armored vehicles.

Rather, it is individual combat equipment——

Jump pack!

The jump pack greedily sucks in a large amount of air through the reinforced turbine air inlet on the top, and after being pressurized and heated by the promethium engine, it is ejected from the twin turbine directors at the bottom.

The jump backpack can be directly installed on the armored power backpack and has a very convenient disassembly device.

Its appearance allowed the Astartes to fly short distances.

It can break into the battlefield from various incredible angles, fall from the sky, and cause physical destruction and mental shock to enemies in large numbers. Azkelon had heard about some technical sergeants' ideas for a jump pack, but he never imagined that he would actually see a real completed product in front of his eyes.

His breathing suddenly became rapid.

I imagined the scene of fighting side by side with my mother on the battlefield and falling from the sky. Under the helmet, the corners of Azkelon's mouth curled up involuntarily.