Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

"Buzz!"

Accompanied by the screeching sound of brakes, a modified sand vehicle stopped on the desert stained red by blood.

The mutant Malus brothers jumped from the rusty vehicle.

Then he saw his master, a huge crimson beast enveloped in melting flesh and acrid black smoke.

"My lord, your servant is here."

Malus spoke with a trembling voice, and the ups and downs of his tone were full of awe.

Kabanha was scarred, and his blood completely penetrated the sand and dust under his feet. The muscles melted like candles and fell from the broad frame. Through the torn wounds, the internal organs could be seen tumbling and squirming. The monster's cheeks seemed to have been carefully manipulated by a hunter with a skinning knife, and the bloody tendons were exposed to fatal radiation.

Such serious and exaggerated injuries.

Enough to make an ordinary person die a hundred times.

But Kabanha was still alive, breathing heavily with blood in his nostrils.

Severe pain was tearing at every nerve in his body, and the blood flowing from his body was like a beautiful grease, stimulating the burning of anger. As the bloodhound of Khorne, Ka'banhar doesn't care about pain, it can even be considered a reward for him.

But at the same time——

Another sense that comes with blood.

But it made Kabanha feel unbearable torture and even fear.

The moment he stopped killing, the moment the snow-white angel escaped from his palm. The atoms that made up his body began to loosen, threatening to scatter and float away in the wind.

"Father, please give me another chance. Give your loyal hound another chance. I am still alive and standing in the real universe. This hunt is not over yet." Kabanha muttered in an ancient language that was difficult for the mutant brothers to understand. He stood and prayed devoutly to the tumbling and torn bloody sky, "I can see such a scene. Soon, it won't take too long, I will be able to meet the angel appointed by you again. By that time, everything will definitely be resolved." What a difference!”

Boom!

Among the billowing low-hanging dark clouds.

A bloody thunder suddenly exploded, and the sky and the earth were filled with red.

Kabanha vaguely heard an angry roar, and his burly body trembled with awe and fear.

But thankfully, the Lord of Skulls on the Brass Throne agreed to his request. Even in Kabanha's long life of tens of millions of years, such experiences were only a handful in his memory. .

"Father does value that angel very much."

Kabanha clenched his teeth and made a crunching sound. The emotion called jealousy made the never-ending rage in his heart burn even faster. "I will not waste this opportunity. I will prove that I am better than that weak angel." More powerful!"

He roared silently.

Then he walked forward step by step and broke away from the black smoke.

boom!

Malus knelt on the ground.

Shocked by the inhuman sight displayed by the bloodthirsty demon, he prayed in an almost whispering voice, "My master, the slaves of the pure-blood tribe have escaped. Now, can your loyal servants Do something for you?”

Kabanha lowered his head.

It seemed that no trace of the mutants had been noticed until this time.

"There's only one thing you can do." Malus' excitement lasted for less than two seconds before being replaced by extreme fear. He was thrown through the air, his rifle slipping from his hands. As he fell, he saw a huge mouth opening in front of him. Then the world turned damp, blood-red, and hot.

The soft walls clamped down on him, crushing his bones.

His arms stretched forward uncontrollably, sinking into the bloodthirsty demon's throat, and then dissolved in the corrosive mucus in the monster's esophagus.

And Malus is not dead yet. He was still alive, and he could see that the flesh on his arms was rapidly turning black, bubbling, and bursting. The pain was enough to make him scream inhumanly, but there was only silence.

Then--

He slid further down.

A digestive tract constructed by a mad god, where he saw the bones of his fellow mutant brothers.

He was dissolved in a cauldron filled with protoplasmic digestive juices and had only a few seconds left to live. He sank beneath the surface, then emerged as a screaming red skull. Then he sank to the bottom again, but this time he failed to emerge.

"Gudong!"

Kabanha picked up the giant ax that fell beside him and burped.

His blood-red eyes stared at the direction in which the angel left and disappeared, and an illusion shrouded in mist appeared before his eyes.

They will meet again.

The place of meeting has been revealed in the prophecy.

He doesn't need to hunt again, he just needs to return to that place, build it into a deadly trap, and wait for the sweet prey to take the bait.

"hiss--"

Kabanha licked the blood on his fingers.

The delicious taste penetrated right into his soul, making him tremble involuntarily.

He squinted his eyes and couldn't help but start to think about how wonderful it would be to tear open the angel's white and tender neck, suck the hot blood inside, and listen to the screams of a dying angel. In his 60 million years of life, this kind of experience was unprecedented.

"We will meet again."

Kabanha laughed, backed away slowly, then spread his wings and jumped up, "Poor angel, you will never be able to escape your fate."

——

Relying on the superhuman physical fitness of the original body.

Sanguinius quickly regained consciousness, but she did not awaken from her slumber.

She closed her eyes and fell into a deeper illusion.

This time the illusion was particularly real. She could feel the orange-red sunlight in front of her eyes through her eyelids, the warm wind blowing her long golden hair, and the dry air tickling her nose. Sanguinius walked aimlessly in the desert. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the blood-stained white dress on his body had disappeared, replaced by a holy cloak that represented the seeker.

The warm wind swayed the loose robes, outlining the body's slender figure.

The dry plains stretched out in all directions under her feet, and the path was blocked by low and rolling hills at the edge of the distant horizon. The gloomy orange sky overlooks the withered surface, and the warm wind carries the sand and dust as it rolls forward like a snake.

The meaning of time and space seems to have been lost.

But Sanguinius was very patient. She just moved forward in one direction at a constant speed.

She didn't know how long she had been walking, but in a dazed moment, an extremely special landscape suddenly appeared on the red Gobi desert that should have been empty.