Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

Chapter 92 Challenging Mother (please order!)

Arcana is fighting.

He believed that he was born for this. Only in battle could he stay focused and adapt to this brand-new body faster.

call out!

The sharp and shrill whistling wind came from behind.

Arcana ducked down to avoid the blow, which was enough to knock a hole in his head, and then smashed his fist into the opponent's face with his backhand. Although he only used less than 50% of his strength, blood still spattered from the veteran's scarred face.

The veteran covered his cheeks and roared in his throat, his eyes burning with a beast-like red light.

But according to the rules, he could only choose to retire.

And Arcana, who had just become an Astartes, stood firmly in the center of the Duel Stone.

This huge piece of barite stone fills the entire space of the hall, and the burning charcoal brazier surrounds its towering edge, casting flickering light on its surface. The shadows of weapons and equipment drew staggered lines across the stone's perfect circumference.

Three stone sculptures protrude from the wall, like the prows of ships on the ancient oceans of Terra.

First blood means winning by leaving a wound on the opponent's body, second blood, third blood and so on. The meaning of extermination is that there will be no end to death, and only death is the end.

"Next--"

Any battle brother in the Ninth Legion understood this. Everyone raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sound. Sure enough, the archangel and her two descendants appeared above the duel stone. The angel with wings on his back walked down step by step.

"You saved my life, more than once."

Arcana opened his hands and waited for the next challenger.

She is too beautiful to be associated with war.

To be honest, this is not the first time Arcana has seen an angel, but when an angel stands in front of you alive, you will still be shocked by the magnificence. There is a divine and hazy glow flowing around her body. No matter from which angle you look at it, she is perfect. Just like the ultimate dream of mankind in the galaxy, she has an unreal beauty.

"You're right."

Every move he made was seen through. His movements were obviously so fast and precise, but he couldn't touch a corner of the angel's clothes. They moved around on the duel stone, and he tried to use the wind to judge the angel's movements, but to no avail.

Val's eyes rolled upward and his limbs were no longer struggling but twitching.

Before Arcana could finish her words, she was interrupted by Azkelon's angry roar.

Arcana turned a blind eye to the anger spreading on the Duel Stone, and just said to himself, "Growing up, I have never failed. Victory is a matter of course for me. I defeated my opponent when I was ten years old. Father. From now on, my only enemy is myself.

"You are making too much movement, and the power on the blade is not enough." Arcana said with a smile, "There is no need to hold back, and there is no need to be afraid of hurting me. Growing up, I have walked on the edge of life and death countless times. , survived numerous brutal blows.”

Everything has changed.

A few months ago, such an attack might have directly seriously injured or even decapitated him, but now it can only be regarded as commonplace. He tensed up and turned to the left to avoid the sword light. When the sword light swept across again, Arcana stretched out his hand.

Uh-huh!

Before the Sere brothers had time to react.

The archangel stood in front of him openly.

"But I will meet your request." The angel said, "Maybe you haven't been able to accept me or your brother. But I will still treat you as my heir. No matter what, the mother cannot refuse a hard-working person. Upward son."

I continue to challenge myself every day for ten years.

He couldn't do it, all his attacks were easily dodged by the angel.

Finished.

Sanguinius said gently.

Arcana was satisfied to see traces of blood seeping from the opponent's forehead. He let go of the loser's limbs and casually stood up from the duel stone.

Even when he became an Astartes, he maintained a thin and tall figure. Under his pale skin full of suture marks, his strong muscles were knitted together, and he breathed with a breathtaking sense of power.

The first is Sanguinius, without armor and sword, wearing only simple robes; the other two are her descendants, both fully armed and holding a sharp blade. These three represent the Angel Storm: a duel of honor in which one warrior fights to defend Sanguinius while the other acts as the attacker.

He pressed his fingers together and thrust forward.

A hard thump.

This hall was built for this very purpose.

Under the will of the Archangels.

He is no longer the warrior who is obsessed with the wind, but has become a young boy chasing the wind.

Fanatic roars rushed from all directions like a tidal wave. Because of their anger, veins popped up on the foreheads of the soldiers of the Ninth Legion, as if they had turned into savage ferocious beasts that preyed on people.

"what are you saying--"

"They are not only my warriors, but also your blood relatives. I hope you can remember this." The smile on the archangel's face faded a little, and her tone became serious: "You are indeed gifted, maybe Stronger than Azkelon and Amit, but you have to understand that even those as strong as the original body in this world cannot complete a large-scale war on their own.

Finally, when Arcana's speed dropped due to the rapid consumption of physical strength.

He picked up a long stick from the weapons rack and swung it around vigorously. He is confident that he is performing very well, both in terms of strength and speed, which are unprecedented. His movements were purely instinctive, as even his genetically engineered and enhanced mind couldn't keep up with the speed of his movements.

Crunch——

Then he stood up, nodded slightly towards Arcana on the ring, with a smile on his face, "I'm glad to see you so, um... lively and vigorous. It seems that your injuries have been completely healed. This is Something to be happy about.”

This was supposed to be a measure to protect new recruits, but now it has become a chain that binds veterans.

"You were seriously injured at the time. We had no other choice but to use this method to pull you back from the abyss of death." The angel said with a hint of apology on his face, "I hope you can understand."

The veterans around the duel stone roared, and countless people were eager to try. The blood hidden in the genes was burning, revealing a majestic trace in the darkness. But just when the situation was developing out of control, crisp footsteps came from behind the dark steel door on the second floor.

He held down Val's hands, and his head hit the other person's forehead like a hammer.

The realm you dream of is right in front of you, and you will die if you hear it in the morning.

She nodded slightly and took off the silk robe on her shoulders, while Azkelon took advantage of the situation and held the coat with the warmth of a mother in his arms. She continued to bend down and take off her sandals, which were not suitable for strenuous exercise, and then walked up to the duel stone step by step and stood in front of Arcana.

A sharp sword light that shook the brazier struck from behind.

"I was born to fight, and I will die in battle," Arcana said. "My enemies have cursed me with such words countless times, but I accept them as a blessing."

"You have a good idea, but even for an Astartes there should be more than just war in life."

Amidst the harsh friction sound, the unopened iron sword was forcefully grasped in Arcana's hand.

A swan-like elegant neck, lustrous chest, slender waist outlined by red metal chains, and round and slender legs. Although her body is much larger than ordinary people, even Astartes, and is a worthy giant, the curves of her body still exceed the concept of beauty.

Arcana and the Val brothers struggled together, and within a few rounds they pinned each other down beneath them.

no doubt.

"People say that the Primarch is the descendant of the Emperor, the god of war who conquered the galaxy, and possesses unimaginable bravery." Arcana's tone contained a burning desire to fight, "I hope to fight with you. A chance to face that ultimate power.”

The crisp footsteps are unmistakable.

He moved around on the fighting stone, dodged up and down, and waved the long stick in his hand to feint or mislead, but it had no effect. He was panting, sweat pouring from his forehead. But Arcana's lips curled up into a smile, and her eyes burst into light.

Arcana bowed forward, then took a stance, "I will enjoy this battle, mother."

"Whatever it is, you might as well tell it and see."

Her speed is too fast and her attack range is too wide. Even if Arcana predicted the landing point of the attack, there was no way to dodge it. He simply gave up and laughed, and then his laughter stopped suddenly due to the violent impact.

When Arcana proposed a martial arts competition, these veterans immediately gathered around him excitedly, wanting to show off this new recruit who knew nothing about the world. In order to avoid going too far, they set a rule of first blood and stop brutal strikes as soon as they are injured.

The smile on the angel's face became more helpless, "I believe that in the future, when the emperor's light lights up the dark galaxy, people will one day usher in an era of peace and development."

"No, it was you who saved my people from the fire and water."

But it's still not enough -

But again, Arcana will not ignore the amazing sense of power conveyed by that figure. Even if she stands in front of her with a smile and her muscles relaxed, she still exudes an insurmountable sense of power like a majestic mountain.

But on the other hand, her appearance on this dark duel stone seemed a little out of place with the surrounding environment.

A light red scratch was left on Brother Marik's cheek. Only a few drops of blood seeped out of it, and the wound scabbed and healed in the space of breathing. It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting. Brother Marik roared angrily, and was immediately pulled off the duel stone by other veterans who were gloating about their misfortune.

The soldiers of the Ninth Legion are prohibited from participating in bloody battles within the team, but ordinary combat competitions are allowed and encouraged.

The angel's counterattack arrives.

If the angel hadn't been standing here, Arcana would have been torn apart alive by these fanatical warriors.

This punch had already shattered his breastplate, and with it his whole body flew out into the air. He groaned in anger and pain on the ground, and for a while he was unable to get up from the ground with his own strength.

Arcana spoke calmly, the beard on both sides of his cheeks dyed dark red by the fire.

He felt like his body was like a fallen leaf in autumn, being carried by the wind and rising into the air uncontrollably, flying far away.

Arcana lowered his head, paused briefly, and then continued, "I will try to change myself in the future."

He believed he saw it.

"Um."

Although he has only been an Astartes for a short time, he has already made great achievements in battle and is one of the most elite warriors in Baal. Arcana dodged the attacks of the two brothers. He passed through the storm formed by the sword blades, and his fist was as fast as a black light.

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"who is the next?"

"If it weren't for what you did on the Dark Eldar spacecraft, this war would not have ended so easily."

After receiving the angel's permission, Arcana moved forward to attack.

Arcana said nonchalantly.

Sanguinius could see the sincerity in the Scion's eyes.

Arcana knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "Everyone on Catachan owes you a favor, maybe even more, my lord."

"He may be holding back, but we are not!"

The arena that used to be filled with excitement could now be heard.

A gentle touch came from his shoulders, reminding him of when he was a child, lying on the soft grass in spring, his whole body bathed in the warm sunshine. The wind blew from the distant stream, bringing with it a fresh and moist smell of earth, causing ripples like waves on the grass more than a foot high.

The brothers Val and Sere roared and jumped onto the duel stone. They were from the Mesa tribe of Bawei.

"Maybe, but right now we don't see that coming."

She first squatted next to Val and Sere brothers and checked their injuries.

She is a beautiful woman.

I need failure more than victory. Your warriors can't give me what I want, but I know you can. so--"

Perhaps because of the demihuman genes, even though he inherited the archangel's gene seed, Arcana was not as handsome as his other brothers. But he still looks good when he smiles, with a purity of concentration on one thing.

He studied the angel.

We are a group, a common soul. You need to try to understand and accept your brother instead of being alone. "

Arcana grinned, revealing two pointed tiger teeth.

With a swift blow, he swung his body and swung his legs, and the white python-like long legs shot through the air.

He looked at the angel with burning eyes, "Sir, can I ask you something?"

All the warriors focused one hundred and twenty percent of their attention on the arena in front of them. Even with their superhuman senses, they could not distinguish the movements of the original body and the Wind Chaser. They were like a storm, roaring in, and then roaring away at an incredible speed in the next moment.

Arcana replied, "Although I am a wild man in the jungle, I am not a person who does not know how to repay kindness. I can't ask for more from you. I have already learned from the preacher the responsibility I should bear. , I will accept it willingly. I will hone myself in war and fire, and improve my martial arts until I become the sharpest blade in your hand."

But I can feel that I have reached a bottleneck and can no longer move forward.

silence!

Angel Storm inherits the dueling pit culture of the War Dog Legion, and its rules are also divided into first blood, second blood, third blood and the most cruel death blood.

But it didn't fall to the ground, but fell into her mother's arms.

There is a slight glitch, so the update is a little late today, sorry!