Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 91 The real enemy of the empire—Ran Dan! (please order)

Alger lurked in the sticky swamp, holding his breath and just keeping his eyes on the duckweed and foul-smelling humus. He disguised himself as a lifeless stone and waited motionless for the arrival of his prey.

Although Alger was ready to wait for a long time.

But, angel bless.

He was surprisingly lucky, and he didn't actually have to wait too long. After about a few breaths, a rustling sound came from the lush grass.

A huge, terrifying-looking beetle monster walked out of the dark and humid forest and appeared in front of Alger.

Demon of Catachan.

Also known as the Catachan Hybrid Scorpion in Imperial biology.

This is a scorpion-shaped arachnid that can exceed thirty meters in length as an adult. Its back is covered with thick chitin armor, giving it a defensive power comparable to that of an Imperial main battle tank. It has a sting on its tail that secretes venom, and a large mouth full of venomous tentacles.

They are densely distributed in the rainforest of Catachan and are at the upper level of the ecological chain. Even in the jungles of Catachan, which are full of death and threats, hybrid scorpions are one of the most dangerous creatures there.

And now.

The Catachan demon became the prey of Alger.

He did this dangerous act not to get food and protein, but to prove it. Prove that you have the courage and strength to join the Ninth Legion and become a noble Blood Angel.

The Catachan demon shook his terrifying-looking head and made a strange "thump, thump, thump," sound from his mouth, as if he was observing the surrounding environment. After hesitating for a while, the beast lowered its vigilance, slowly walked forward to the edge of the swamp, and began to use its tentacle-like mouthparts to take in water.

The Catachan Demon, which was over thirty meters long and covered in heavy armor, was a terrifying monster in Alger's eyes.

But it is not an invincible existence.

He knew that there was a weak point in the gap in the monster's carapace, like a dragon's reverse scale or a snake's seven inches. As long as he could attack that place, he could cause heavy damage to the Catachan demon, or even kill it directly. possible.

But Alger only had one chance.

If he fails, he will die here and become the dessert of the Catachan demon. There will be no second possibility.

"breathe!"

Finally, the opportunity Alger had been waiting for came.

The Catachan demon drank enough water and raised his head upwards.

The fatal weakness in the lower jaw was exposed in front of Alger. It was a black scale, but it was lighter in color than the surrounding scales. If you don't have enough experience and eyesight, it's easy to overlook this small difference.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, Alger rushed forward from the swamp, his speed almost as fast as a poisonous king cobra. The dagger in his hand passed through the gap between the carapace and penetrated into the flesh and blood of the hybrid scorpion.

Hot blood spurted out, dyeing half of Alger's body red in an instant.

hiss--

The hybrid scorpion let out a painful and shrill laugh.

It struggled, squirming its fat and huge body, splashing mud on the ground, and the grass and woods next to it were in bad luck, being crushed easily by its huge body. Alger felt like he was thrown into a huge meat grinder. A broken tree trunk hit him hard, along with rocks, soil and other messy things.

There was a strong smell of rust in his nasal cavity, and his arm was torn due to the violent swing of the hybrid scorpion, and unforgettable pain spread along the nerves.

This is a competition of willpower, keep at it!

Alger's jaw clenched his teeth, veins popped out on his forehead, and more blood squeezed out from between his teeth. This is the only chance he has in this life, and he must hold it firmly in his hands. He would rather die in this trial than face the outcome of failure.

boom!

A violent impact.

The broken branch pierced Alger's body, and every breath was painful like tearing.

But he turned the pain into motivation to push himself forward, draining all the strength from his body and inserting the dagger deeper. Time passed so slowly, and every breath felt like an eternity in Alger's consciousness. The strength of the hybrid scorpion's struggle was weakening, and finally its huge body completely stagnated in the mire, no longer moving.

Alger took a deep breath.

Spread your body in a large shape on the back of the hybrid scorpion.

He panted violently, every inch of flesh and blood felt a tearing pain, and sweat flowed down his neck like a river. But a smile appeared on Alger's face, and the surroundings were quiet as never before, except for the swishing sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

Golden sunlight shines through the gaps in the tree shades.

Boom!

The sound of the Thunderhawk gunship operating was no longer unfamiliar to Alger, but this time it represented a different meaning.

Two angels wearing scarlet armor jumped down from a height of more than ten meters and landed in front of Alger.

The one on the left came with a reset device and a spray gun to check Alger's physical condition and treat his wounds. Another angel on the right said in a calm tone, "Congratulations, Alger, you successfully passed the test. Are you willing to carry out the emperor's will, for the emperor, for Sanguinius, and for the whole world?" Fight for the glory of mankind until death?"

"I do."

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Alger used his last strength to answer.

——

On the tactical command deck on the top floor of the Red Tear.

Archangel Sanguinius was also watching this cruel screening through various communication devices.

Some warriors successfully passed the test, but many more warriors failed during the trial, and even paid the price with their lives. Even for the brave Catachans, this trial is full of difficulties and obstacles.

"But those who pass the test will become the most outstanding Astartes warriors." Azkelon hung a handmade necklace of pure gold on the angel's ice-white wings.

Just like the endless dark night sky dotted with stars of various colors and magnificent astronomical wonders.

In non-combat conditions.

The angel wings are also decorated with various handicrafts.

Necklaces made of pure gold or silver, sparkling precious jewelry, rubies symbolizing Baal, tassels woven from silk and fine gold, etc. These stunning artifacts are somewhat overshadowed by the glory of the angels, but they are a fitting addition.

The angel was not wearing armor.

She wore an ancient Sidon-style gown made of woven linen, paired with a pale gold silk haori. There is a golden chain tied around the waist as an embellishment. Her glorious long golden hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore rimless glasses on her fair and flawless face. The whole body is full of intellectual, mature and scholarly flavor.

"How many people are expected to pass the assessment?" Angel pushed up his glasses frame and lowered his head and asked.

"Probably around 10,000."

Radolon on the other side replied. He thought for a while and continued to add: "With this batch of new recruits, the number of our legion will be raised to the upper-middle level among all Astartes legions."

"Will the power armor and weapons be enough?"

"certainly."

Radolon replied in a relaxed tone, "Since your return, the supplies received by the Ninth Legion have increased a lot. Moreover, we have also signed an agreement with the Forge World of Corcyra, from which we can receive a batch of cutting-edge ordnance every year. equipment.

Especially jump packs.

The Jump Pack STC template is unique to the world of Corcyra.

Of the twenty Legions of Astartes today, only we are capable of large-scale equipment. "Ladoron's voice was filled with pride.

"Everything is developing steadily and for the better. This is the result of our joint efforts." Angel finally showed a warm smile on his face, "But we cannot be complacent. The Great Expedition has just begun. There are still many things in the universe. The enemy hidden in the darkness is waiting for us - Ran Dan."

Randan!

These two words seem to have some kind of magic power.

The tactical command deck, which was filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere just now, was instantly frozen.

Radolon frowned, and the chic and confident look on Azkelon's face was replaced by gloom and solemnity. Finally, the curious baby Kano broke the dull atmosphere, "What is Randan? Is it delicious?" He asked The head leaned over and asked.

"I have to say, sometimes your clear stupidity makes me feel envious."

Radolon sighed.

"Thank you for the compliment." Kano's face was full of happiness.

"Ran Dan is a terrifying alien force in the Milky Way, located in the Morse galaxy. The first war between the empire and Ran Dan broke out in 839.M30, on the forging world Shana. The most powerful First Legion at the time paid tens of thousands of Astartes casualties."

Azkelon sighed and continued: "At that time, everyone believed that Ran Dan had been cleaned up, but later we discovered that it was just an inconspicuous outpost on the vast border of the Ran Dan Empire."

"Oh my god——"

Kano had a look of shock on his face.

The current combined strength of the Ninth Legion is only over 30,000, and only one outpost has lost 10,000 Astartes. Ran Dan's strength has exceeded Kano's imagination. Moreover, those 10,000 Astartes also belong to the First Legion, which has the strongest overall strength, and is the elite among the elite.

"What kind of vicious enemy can actually cause such tragic losses to the empire?"

Azkelon did not continue to answer.

Because the details of that war have not been released, he doesn't know much.

But the original body must know some of the inside story. Sure enough, after thinking for a while, the Archangel frowned and said, "Ran Dan is not a single type of alien. The soldiers of the First Legion discovered many corpses on the battlefield. They have different characteristics, but the most common ones are human corpses.”

"Those humans were enslaved?"

Azkelon guessed, "There are many races in the universe that can enslave humans on a large scale, such as the Hrud. They will disguise themselves as gods and let innocent humans serve them without fear of death. They built temple after temple.”

"Why didn't humans enslave those alien races?" Kano argued.

"We do not rule out the possibility that Ran Dan is a human civilization." Although this was a terrible conjecture, the angel did not blame her descendants for this. She said with a gloomy look, "But if this is really the case, things will be even worse.

Each one of you can kill thousands of aliens without a single look on your face.

This is what you were born for.

But if one day your blades no longer face those evil and terrifying aliens but innocent human compatriots, it will definitely destroy something you hold on to. "

The angel shook her head, her clear eyes flashing with moving luster, "No matter what happens, I don't want my beloved descendants to become pure weapons or pure killing tools. Although this may not be consistent with certain principles. Agreed, but I still want you to have your own thoughts and philosophies.”

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"We will not disappoint your expectations." Azkelon said without thinking, "No matter what happens, we will stand with you. Wherever your sword points, we will follow you life and death."

"Yeah, yeah, me too." Kano nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

Radolon was not in a hurry to express his position, but he felt vaguely uneasy. The Ninth Legion is filled with fanatical worship of angels. Although the angel himself has repeatedly expressed the hope that his descendants can maintain independent thinking, it is obvious that most of them have never truly heard the advice of the Lord of the Legion.

Kano and Azkelon in front of them are all representatives.

But, if it is one day in the future.

The mother left them, and even more extreme, because of some special circumstances, the concepts of angels and human masters deviated. So will the Ninth Legion be pushed to extremes by some people with ulterior motives? This was a terrible danger, and he thought he had to find a chance to talk to the archangel.

Didi!

A slight vibration came from the angel's communicator.

Her glasses are more than just decorations used to match colors and create an atmosphere. It is also an improved communication facility, with lines of light blue subtitles flashing on the glass lenses. The angel raised his eyebrows, a look of surprise on his face.

"What happened, mother?" Kano asked curiously, his eyes always falling on the angel.

"Our hero wakes up and appears to be recovering well."

The angel shrugged his shoulders, with a smile on his face, "Does anyone want to go over with me and take a look?"

"Me, me, me!" Kano quickly raised his hands.

He felt like an idiot standing here, unable to even get a word in the conversation. He had had enough of feeling like an outsider and needed to find an opportunity to escape as soon as possible.

"What about you?" The angel looked at his other two heirs and asked again.

"I still have to watch these children." Radolon said, "I'm sorry, mother, I can't leave at the moment."

"I am your guard captain, and I don't want to be separated from you for a moment if I can."

Azkelon looked at the archangel with fanaticism in his eyes.

"Oh well."

The archangel said, "Let's move quickly and return quickly."