Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

The war is over.

Despite the price paid, many died in the fierce fighting.

But the end result is sweet.

Sanguinius could see the smiles on people's faces, smiles that came from the heart and came from the longing for a better life in the future.

A force.

Born from this smile, pouring into the heart.

She breathed hard, stretching and clenching her long fingers to relieve the fatigue and soreness left in her muscles after the fierce battle.

"Angel."

Kano's voice was full of worry.

He didn't know exactly what happened during this time.

But judging from the collapsed pillars, damaged walls, and severely dented floor in the room, the intensity of this battle must have been terrifying.

and--

He also saw blood stains on the angel's wings.

The scarlet blood stains remained on the snow-white feathers, which looked very dazzling.

Kano took a step forward and reached out to support Sanguinius' arm, but the latter shook his head and refused.

"Thanks."

Sanguinius looked into Kano's eyes and shook his head.

+I can't let the warriors see my weakness+

A warm psychic echo sounded in Kano's mind. He nodded slightly and took two steps back with a gloomy expression.

Sanguinius stood up slowly, the fatigue on his face disappearing in an instant. His slender waist was straight, like a javelin symbolizing victory.

"We got the win."

The angel turned around, with touching affection in his clear eyes.

The warm light like the sun shone from her body, dispelling the darkness and cold in the underground mine.

Even.

The lingering smell of blood.

Under this gentle light, it seemed to gradually dissipate a lot.

It became no longer unbearable. The angel paused for a moment and then continued, "But this is not enough. We cannot live up to the expectations of our dead compatriots. We will continue to fight until we achieve the final goal." The goal."

The cheering voices gradually calmed down, but there was strength growing in the silence.

The first thing to deal with is the pollution caused by the power of chaos.

The altar deep in the fortress was completely destroyed, and the blasphemous symbols melted and deformed under the psychic flames, turning into flowing magma.

The corpses of the mutants were collected and placed in the dug mines.

Burned by the black fire of the destroying angel.

The corpses of the pure-blood tribe warriors were buried in a special cemetery after a simple and solemn memorial ceremony.

By the time these things were taken care of, it was already evening.

"Take me to this fortress," Sanguinius said to Radolon.

Radolon is the leader of the tribe.

After the battle.

He had no time to rest and began to get involved in endless busyness.

Conduct a comprehensive survey of the structure of the fortress, count available materials, formulate next plans, etc.

In less than half a day, Ladoron had sorted out a rough framework of complicated and trivial matters. All that needed to be done next was to fill in more details into this framework.

Over the past few months they have unified the Torment Wastes.

With the addition of a large number of pure blood tribes.

There are many capable people among them who want to challenge Ladoron's leadership position.

But eventually.

These thornheads fell under Ladolon's command and were convinced.

What he has demonstrated is not only the powerful combat ability of the hand-torn variant, but also the ability to coordinate operations efficiently and accurately.

Add to this the rumor that the leader was born in the middle of a devastating lightning storm.

This made Radolong begin to have some legendary qualities.

Even in the eyes of angels.

Radolon also possesses certain qualities that are extremely rare.

He was born stronger, smarter, and more resilient than others.

"Okay." Radolon nodded first, then lowered his voice, "Don't you want to take a rest first? You are very weak now."

Sanguinius had already experienced a brutal battle.

Coupled with dealing with chaos pollution and excessive consumption of spiritual energy, she became more and more exhausted.

Even people who are different from ordinary people like Radolon and Kano can see some clues from Sanguinius.

"It doesn't matter."

Sanguinius shook his head.

She put on a pure white robe with a golden ribbon tied around her waist.

Her long golden hair cascaded down her graceful back like a waterfall, shining with golden luster under the dim sky.

She looked stunning.

And it's not far away, just walking among the crowd.

"These fatigues are nothing to me." Angel smiled and said, "Besides, those injured warriors will need my comfort. My appearance may make them forget the pain for a while."

"Most definitely."

Ladoron said, "Today's victory is a miracle that we have never imagined. We all believe that only real angels can lead us to achieve all this."

He walked along the maze-like corridors, guiding the angels deeper and deeper.

After clearing away the blasphemous symbols of Chaos, the bloody remains used for decoration, and the strange brass sculptures in the fortress, the entire building looked a lot emptyer.

A blazing promethium brazier is placed on a tray extending out from the center of the colonnade.

It dispels darkness and brings warmth.

"This fortress will become our new home in the future. What you said was absolutely correct, sir."

After pushing open a door, Radolon turned around and looked at Sanguinius, and said in a mysterious tone, "There really is an oasis here."

Click!

The door made of black iron was pushed open with heavy friction.

Dreamy blue light emerged from the gap and sprinkled on the angel's face as bright as the crescent moon.

"Angel!"

"The angel who saves us from our troubles."

"The angel who brings victory and salvation!"

Cheers sounded from behind the iron gate. The two warriors reacted quickly, with incredible surprise in their voices.

Then there was a continuous wave of cheers, with choked voices, and some noble people shed tears because of their excitement.

Sanguinius slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a huge cave.

Blue and white-spotted mushrooms grow in damp, dark corners, bringing a faint cold light. The gurgling stream flows through the gaps between the pebbles, and the sound is so pleasant. The green grass growing on the ground is like a thick carpet, and the soles of your feet rustle when you step on it.

further away.

In the center of the cave, near the source of the stream.

There is a large dwarf tree that is almost as tall as a person, and its branches are covered with red berries.

"Radolon is right."

Amid the cheers of the people, Sanguinius' clear eyes flashed with tears, "This is truly a beautiful oasis, full of life and hope."