Sanguinius Was a Woman Who Could Become My Mother!
After Amit led his Fifth Company in, ghouls from one company after another lined up and walked through the gate.
"A show-off."
Kasgar could even hear some of the people who had just squeezed in muttering to themselves.
The Ninth Legion's discipline, which could be described as tragic, was so bad that it was called a ghoul.
In their eyes, the Sons of the Emperor, a legion skilled in art and pursuing perfection, were nothing more than a cowardly legion worthy of utter contempt.
With Primarch Fulgrim by their side, these frenzied bastards dared not show a trace of their rage.
But from their disdainful and contemptuous eyes, Kasgar could also see the ghouls' disdain for the pursuit of art.
But it's okay.
When I come out later, I'll have to become Tile Junior Brother.
Kasgar couldn't be bothered to bother with these ghouls.
"This is the last batch."
Following behind the last batch of companies, Kasgar spoke to Fulgrim, who was walking in beside him.
The Ninth Legion Primarch meeting is about to end.
Those who boarded the gunboat and arrived at the Pride of the Emperor were only a portion of the group.
The Grave Wardens Legion can recruit anyone, even mutants, who can revert to their original form after the Gene-seed is implanted, so it can replenish its ranks quickly.
Even though the Ninth Legion often charged ahead as a commando unit to fight the toughest enemies, it still managed to maintain the strength of a 10,000-strong army at all times.
In their small place, there's no way they could have tens of thousands of Astartes and Angel reminiscing one by one.
Those who encountered the Primarch were only the officers and vanguard of the Ninth Legion.
As for the remaining tens of thousands of people
Kasgar could only imagine in his mind how frenzied the thousands upon thousands of Space Marine would go after the Sanguinius returned to the Red Tear.
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It's just too difficult to hold back.
Kasgar, who was trying not to laugh, looked up at Fulgrim beside her.
"Fulgrim, aren't you eager to see why the Blood Angels who went in have remained silent, and haven't even leaked any information?"
"Hmm, because of what?"
She was genuinely curious about that.
Perhaps it was due to the shielding effect of the Angel Psychic Power infection, or perhaps it was because the soundproofing of the gate designed by Fulgrim was too good.
No matter how curious and gossipy the crowd waiting outside was, they couldn't get any information at all.
The only exception is Kasgar; even without Prophecy, he could guess what was happening inside.
The baby ghouls are looking for their mother!
As the door opened, everything before them came into view.
"This is."
The Hell Scroll.
Just like the countless children crying at the kindergarten gate on the first day of school, unwilling to leave their parents.
The entire Grave Wardens Legion was sobbing uncontrollably.
The Observation Deck was filled with people dressed in canned armor, and the Astartes figures displayed a variety of expressions.
Some looked dazed, some wept uncontrollably, and some even seemed to have experienced a decline in their intelligence, muttering incoherently.
"Mother, mother, mother, mother, mother, mother, mother, mother."
"Mother!"
Some of the Angel are having an addiction and are crawling all over the place.
With not enough space, the Astartes of the Ninth Legion huddled together, hugging their knees and sobbing quietly.
As for the famous painters who were arranged in front of the Observation Deck, their inspiration burst forth the moment they saw the scene before them, as if they had eaten an inspiration mushroom.
This is the first time I've ever seen such a rare sight!
Without needing any orders from anyone, their paintbrushes moved with incredible speed and fluidity, frantically smearing paint across the canvas.
Even without seeing the artwork, one can tell from their excited faces that a series of masterpieces are about to be created.
They are completely immersed in their art and cannot extricate themselves from it.
"This"
As the Sons of the Emperor and Fulgrim walked into the Observation Deck in stunned silence, Sanguinius was kneeling on the ground comforting an Astartes, gave an awkward smile.
"I didn't know it would turn out like this."
The ghoul who originally considered himself a tough guy
Completely annihilated.
None were spared.
Almost immediately after meeting them, these formerly crazed ghouls became Sanguinius' most loyal supporters.
Even the female Space Marine, who numbered less than one in ten within the Legion, did not escape.
The overwhelming charm from Sanguinius has completely erased the ghouls' long-standing ferocity.
Now, the Ninth Legion has inevitably and thoroughly become a "Momma's Boy" legion.
This is a chain reaction caused by pouring out all his worries and troubles to the wise older sister Sanguinius.
It feels like the Ninth Legion's mental age has dropped by 1000 times, but Sanguinius remains unchanged.
The Hell Scroll.
But what can our Sanguinius do?
All I could do was force a bitter smile.
Wry smile.
She had also considered all the possibilities that might arise when she met with the Legion.
But no one expected that the meeting between the Ninth Legion and the Primarch would be like this.
"If it's convenient, I'll take my legion back to the Red Tear first."
It was almost the speed of an escape.
Sanguinius, accompanied by the Ninth Legion of Astartes following behind, departed from the Pride of the Emperor.
Of course, they should now be called by their new name, the Blood Angels.
That's understandable.
Fulgrim sighed as he watched the Angel's wings flutter as it sped away.
If it were her, she would run even faster.
After all, if all the Astartes under her command were such extraordinary beings, Lady Astartes, who created the Space Marine, would surely die with her eyes wide open in disbelief.
"Was it all recorded?"
As for Kasgar, who remained on the Observation Deck, after receiving a positive reply, he finally revealed a smile of triumph.
Whee.
That's right!
This is exactly what I want to see!
That's it!
I recorded all of these shameful acts by the Blood Angel.
If we have the opportunity in the future to ask them for some resources, how could we refuse?
And there's also Raldoron, one of the three heroes of the expedition, right?
Watching the video of Raldoron sitting on the ground crying and the bewildered Angel beside him, a smile that was hard to suppress appeared on Kasgar's face.
That's really funny.
"Kasgar."
Fulgrim, who had chased after Sanguinius when he was about to flee, returned to the wrecked Observation Deck.
"The Angel has returned to her flagship. Can our meeting be considered complete as planned?"
This is not normal.
Fulgrim was not entirely convinced by this.
"Why don't I have this effect?"
She said angrily.
That's not fair!
Isn't she, Fulgrim, beautiful?
As one of the most beautiful people in the Imperium, why was Sanguinius the only one to receive such almost fanatical adoration?
But she doesn't have that level of liking?
As she spoke, her gaze fell upon the Emperor's Children who were trying to dodge.
They were the ones who laughed the most when they saw the Ninth Legion make a fool of themselves.
Really.
Fulgrim admits that Angel have a slight edge in terms of approachability.
But she still couldn't swallow her anger.
No!
"Kasgar! You, step forward!"
Kasgar: "?"
He stepped forward, somewhat bewildered.
In front of the other relieved Sons of the Emperor.
I disagree with your statement!
"Unless."
Fulgrim's cunning gaze fell upon Kasgar, as if he had been preparing his next killing move for a long time.
"You have to call me that too, just like they do."
Ah?
Are they coming for me?
Kasgar looked embarrassed.
Why did the boomerang get thrown at my head?
Don't you want to talk about it?
Fulgrim was unusually frustrated by Kasgar's evasiveness.
"I see."
"You look down on me. I don't have the gorgeous and noble wings of Angel, nor do I have her approachable gentleness."
"Wait, that's not what I meant!"
Kasgar wanted to refute him, but his words were so weak and powerless.
You don't even dare to call her "Mom," yet you dare to say you love her!
"I know that in your eyes I am not even comparable to Angel."
"The Centaur gold ring we were promised was also fake. You actually—"
"Alright, alright, I'll call, I'll call!"
Fulgrim's voice trembled slightly with a hint of a sob.
"Good."
The sobbing in Fulgrim's voice vanished instantly.
For a Primarch-level performance artist, this is nothing out of the ordinary.
"Reporter."
She called out.
"Lord Fulgrim, what are your orders?"
"The people recording from the Observation Deck responded excitedly."
These reporters didn't care which legion's Astartes was calling out; they just wanted to see Astartes calling for its mother.
"Don't forget to record the video of Kasgar calling for its mother as well."
Then, with a wicked grin, she pinched his cheeks.
I looked at those who were writing even faster than before, their expressions even more excited.
For painters and photographers, inspiration is more abundant than if they had eaten ten thousand mushrooms of inspiration.
Fulgrim!
You schemed against me!
"Come on, shout it out."
"What are you shouting about?"
"You know what to say, don't play dumb in front of me."
After so many years of companionship, Fulgrim and Kasgar have come to understand each other.
But this isn't always a good thing.
"Ha ha."
Looking at the recording equipment in front of her and the painter's flowing brushstrokes, she felt the aggressive female Primarch behind her.
Kasgar, who had harmed others, ultimately harmed himself, and smiled with relief.
On the Path of Triumph of the future Pride of the Emperor, another new collection will be hung.
I did it too.
That's alright then.
[Red Tear]
After the engine slowly recharged, it started moving forward.
Shortly after their encounter, Raldoron demanded that all the crew members remaining on the Red Tear clean the entire spaceship spotless!
This was the most urgent order from the commander, and all the decorations, weapons and items with a barbaric atmosphere on and off the Red Tear were thrown away!
Everything revolves around Sanguinius!
"Mother, this is the Gloriana's warship, the Red Tear, bestowed upon us by the Emperor."
As Company Commander and commander of the Ninth Legion, Raldoron naturally had the advantage of being close to Sanguinius.
While other legion warriors could only follow behind Angel, he was already standing beside Sanguinius.
This inevitably drew envious, jealous, and hateful glances from countless Ninth Legion soldiers.
But Raldoron didn't care about any of that.
Just call me Sanguinius.
Faced with the legion's overly enthusiastic address, Sanguinius could only respond with a smile and make the suggestion.
Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, she had become the mother of tens of thousands of children.
"Yes, Mother."
Raldoron nodded in agreement and then continued his introduction.
"This area was designated as a gathering place for the legion's warriors after we received it."
"Ahead lies more Astartes of the Ninth Legion, awaiting your command."
After turning a corner, Sanguinius was led by a large group of Space Marine to the front of a large open platform.
The Angel was actually filled with despair at this.
Look at the Ninth Legion Space Marine just now, each displaying their unique skills.
She was filled with extreme fear at the prospect of encountering the remaining tens of thousands of Space Marine.
During his studies with Horus Fleet, he only taught Sanguinius' legions how to fight, logistically support, lead tactics, and the Thirty-Year Centaur gold ring Constellation Book (which Sanguinius did not want to learn).
She wasn't taught how to be a kindergarten teacher.
This time, amidst the gasps of the Ninth Legion, the tall and voluptuous Primarch walked to the very center and stood still.
"It's an honor to meet you all."
"The Ninth Legion, my Blood Angels."
She introduced herself with a wry smile.
Hiss--
Buzz.
Another bout of unnatural dizziness struck Sanguinius.
She felt the scenery around her changing rapidly, disappearing and rebuilding in a way she couldn't understand, eventually forming a dim red.
A fiery red sunset beneath a vast sky.
A huge demon is casting its shadow under the setting sun.
It was a blasphemous creature summoned by reckless sacrifice and dark magic, a monster that treated the Imperial Truth as worthless paper, a fiery red Unliving, raising its blade and chain whip at the two men.
She recognized one of the two demon fighters; he was Kasgar of the Emperor's Children Legion.
The other one was extremely tall and looked like a gladiator.
But his height tells Sanguinius that he is a Primarch.
Even though the two worked together to fight the demon and almost reached a stalemate, they were still instantly overwhelmed by the nearly endless wave of the Unliving.
This prophecy foretells their deaths.
She could sense it.
This is not a prophecy, but a straightforward declaration.
The Angel's bait, used to lure her, is found on this ancient planet covered in Red Sand.
Come here and fight us.
As the last line of consciousness appeared in her mind in small print, Sanguinius felt the scenery before her eyes fade away once more.
Finally, the Blood Angels who had been watching her intently reappeared in her field of vision.
Call.
I'm finally back.
Sanguinius thought to himself.
Today, there are more and more prophecies about this Red Sand land and that mysterious Primarch.
It seems that something important is about to happen there.
Is this reality?
Silence.
The square, which had been filled with tens of thousands of people, was now shrouded in a deathly silence, as if it were completely empty.
Just when everyone thought the silence would continue indefinitely, someone finally spoke up at the very front of the line.
"You are Sanguinius?"
"I object—"
He was the adjutant of Amit, the 5th Company Captain.
When they boarded the gunboat bound for the Pride of the Emperor earlier, Amit, fearing he might not return, insisted that his adjutant remain on the Red Tear.
He was also warned that if the Legion Primarch was just a pretty face, he must continue his will and persist in his resistance against her!
He naturally kept this matter in mind.
Even though he could see that everyone was now being manipulated by the Primarch, only he was capable of inheriting Amit's will—
Snap!
With a burst of almost full speed, he quickly removed the other person's helmet and then instantly pressed it against their mouth.
What a coincidence.
This person was Amit.
At this moment, the two were exchanging glances frantically.
Adjutant: "Ugh! Ugh—"
What does this mean?
Amit: "Mother, please continue. I need to go and discuss some things with my adjutant for a bit, haha."
His smile was filled with the obsequious and even fawning expression that the former "Flesh Tearer" despised most.
Excuse me.
Amit gave an extremely awkward smile, and with his adjutant beside him, fled the place as fast as he could.
Adjutant. "."
Adjutant. "?"
The Pride of the Emperor
"Waaaaah"
"I'm not clean anymore."
Watching Fulgrim relish the recording, Kasgar, as before, huddled in the corner, hugging his knees tightly, silently isolating himself.
Now, according to the plan to divide forces Nephilim in different directions, the thin-skinned Angel has completed the leap to the new planet to besiege the Nephilim in a manner that is almost like an escape.
"In that case, after setting up surface defense facilities and preachers on Sagan, we should move on."
The Word Bearers and the Blood Angels are working hard, and we, the Emperor's Children Legion, must also step up our efforts!
It might not just be the Blood Angels; after Sanguinius was brought into the picture, all the junior Tile Junior Brother of the Ninth Legion became Angel on steroids.
When they unleash their full combat power, it might be even more terrifying than Black Rage.
Not to mention that the number of people in these two legions far exceeds that of the Sons of the Emperor.
"Our task is equally significant. The other two legions have already set off."
"Pride of the Emperor, preparing to proceed to Mandeville Point for Warp jump."
"Our agreement with the other two legions is simple: while maintaining interstellar communication, we will strike as many Nephilim colonies as possible, and finally rendezvous on Melchior Star, the last home of the Nephilim."
"If there are no objections, I will immediately notify the fleet personnel to initiate the jump."
"Wait a minute, don't rush off, I have something to tell you."
Just then, Kasgar, who was about to stand up and notify the fleet crew members, was pulled back by Fulgrim beside him.
"What?"
"No, it's a message from your good Corsairs Yriel and the others."
As she spoke, a hint of jealousy crept into Fulgrim's voice.
"They have already found the coordinates of the planet you requested."
"I'm right, it's near the Extreme Star Zone."
"It's that planet covered in Red Sand — Nuceria."
In fact, Yriel, who came to the Craftworld Aeldari, was already a seasoned seafarer who could freely traverse various routes and Warp Storm.
Even though she was considered a young person within the Craftworld Aeldari, the experience she had accumulated on her path was still more impressive than the best and most experienced navigators on the Imperium's side.
Previously, they couldn't show themselves because the other Primarch and Legions were all together.
Now that the Primarch of the other Legions have all gone to different battlefields, the Corsairs have naturally returned to report on the situation.
"Very good. Very good."
In Kasgar's mind, he already had a plan for his next move.
"Once the matter with the Nephilim is settled, and Lorgar and Word Bearers are certain that there will be no problems, I will make a trip there."
Angron is currently the most promising Primarch.
Regarding his previous conversation with the Emperor, Kasgar did not agree with the Emperor's pessimistic attitude.
Now that he knows the outcome and how things will turn out, he should be able to change it!
If the Emperor feels he can't change things, then he'll save Angron for you!
It's impossible for Angron, who doesn't even have nails in his head, to rebel, right?
On the other side of the Word Bearers.
The "Law of Faith" has been thoroughly compromised and riddled with holes.
Although the crew members who remained on the ship fought bravely and sacrificed their lives to hinder the Nephilim's efforts to seize control of the ships, and even annihilated the invaders in some battlegrounds.
However, these mortals are still too weak for some elite monsters that are too powerful and can only be dealt with by Space Marine.
Nothing could stop them from wreaking havoc throughout the ship's cabins.
Just like the Nephilim who infiltrated and breached the hibernation zone of the new recruits who had their Gene-seed implanted in the Law of Faith.
Seemingly able to sense the dormant enemies in the cabins, this Xenos creature, considered an elite among the Nephilim, aimed at the newly awakened Angell Tai and pulled the trigger of his gun.
Angell Tai is about to die.
But at that very last moment, a mysterious golden Guanghua appeared before his eyes.
It was a Centaur with a bow drawn to the moon, its entire body golden.
A constellation that symbolizes war in ancient Terra mythology.
However, the arrows in the Centaur's hands do not seem to be for conquest.
Rather, it is for the purpose of creating some kind of connection.
Under the complex influence of people's beliefs, the duties of the Golden Centaur Spirit seem to have undergone a slight shift from conquest.
Or rather, He got a new part-time job:
— To act as a matchmaker.
It's like incorporating the duties of Cupid from ancient Terra mythology.
Call out--
This arrow was less about harm and conquest.
It's more like a salvation, an attraction that transcends time and space.
Sizzle!
Angell Tai's body instantly expanded rapidly, with countless bone-like spikes and scales protruding from his body.
Behind him, even in the center of the protruding bone spurs, a deep red wing-like membrane unfolded.
Brother, I'm here.
This time, I will definitely save you.
At that moment, a voice rang in his mind.
Power, immense power, instantly filled Angell Tai's body and soul.
The sonic pulse that was supposed to hit Angell Tai suddenly passed through his body, which had become somewhat ethereal, and unleashed a powerful destructive force towards the hibernation pod behind him.
The attack completely destroyed the compartment where Angell Tai had been, burying the Tech-Priest who had just died along with the flying debris and metal fragments.
Now, it's Angell Tai's time to attack.
Weapons are no longer important.
The claws extending from his fingers are divine weapons capable of tearing through any armor.
With a speed almost unimaginable to Angell Tai, he pounced on the Xenos.
As if it had tens of thousands of years of combat experience, it instinctively raised the sharp claw on its right hand and swung it at the opponent.
Whoosh!
As easily as cutting tofu, the Nephilim's eyes were filled with disbelief as his body was cut open.
It could never have imagined that a person could turn into a demon in an instant.
But that doesn't matter, since nobody cares what a dead Xenos is thinking.
"Call."
Seeing that the Xenos was dead and the crisis was over, Angell Tai finally had the chance to think about what had just happened.
I thought about it, but the result of my thinking seemed even more absurd.
Have no idea.
This was so bizarre for a new recruit that he couldn't even imagine what was happening to him.
"Who are you?"
He tried asking himself the same question.
"Raum, it's me, Raum, brother! Finally! This time I can finally save them—"
The other person's voice appeared in Angell Tai's mind.
As if realizing something, it suddenly stopped speaking.
Uh, sorry, you probably don't know me yet.
"So, who are you?"
Angell Tai remains shrouded in mystery.
What's going on here?
I've become—
At that moment, Angell Tai looked at himself reflected in the broken glass beneath him.
Oh my god, that scared me to death!
He nearly jumped to the ground in fright.
It was an extremely ugly, Xenos Monster.
He had a red head and horns, skin covered with scarlet keratin and scales, and wings covered with a scarlet membrane.
His sharp teeth and claws revealed his power and ferocity.
It is no different from the demons in the ancient legends of Colchis, just as ugly and terrifying.
The most terrifying thing is that this demon actually acts in unison with Angell Tai!
In other words—
Is it me?
Excluding the possibility that a demon appeared in the glass, Angell Tai suddenly turned into a demon!
"I've become a demon!?"
"No! This can't be! This must be a Xenos hallucination!"
Humans have become the legendary demons. Does this really fit with the "Imperial Truth"?
He stood there, scratching at the stratum corneum on his body as if trying to get rid of the skin.
Angell Tai wanted to escape from this absurd, demonic shell.
He simply couldn't accept this shocking reality.
He was just undergoing surgery to transform himself into Word Bearers when he was suddenly attacked by Xenos. Then, without warning, a voice appeared in his mind, and he himself instantly transformed into a demon.
That's a bit too much of a leap.
It is not something that normal humans can accept.
Don't worry, I can help you undo the transformation.
Perhaps seeing the despair in Angell Tai, the voice that called itself "Raum" spoke carefully.
Fortunately, the voice that had inexplicably appeared in my mind spoke.
The next moment, Angell Tai felt his strength rapidly dissipate, and his height gradually shrank and became shorter.
"So I'm back again?"
He looked at his body, now back in human form, in disbelief once more.
Yes, you're back.
To be precise, we've all come back, back to a time when everything was still salvageable.
The voice was filled with deep sadness.
Then, his tone shifted abruptly, becoming increasingly vehement.
Brother, please tell me quickly—
Where is that beast, Erebus?!
What does it mean to become a "Lone Staff Flag-bearer"?
[Well, it's better that he's dead. It's just that not being able to take revenge myself makes me a little unhappy.]
Don't worry, brother. You have my protection now; no one can hurt you.
"Just call me Angell."
Suddenly entangled by a strange voice, and then inexplicably addressed as a brother by someone extremely affectionately, Angell Tai was at a loss as to how to handle the current situation.
The voice was so familiar, acting as if it belonged to an old friend who had known Angell Tai for a long time.
But Angell Tai had no recollection of ever knowing anyone named Raum.
"And what exactly are you? I don't trust you."
You may not trust me, but I am your only help in escaping this predicament.
Sigh—
Just as Angell Tai was about to retort, a high-pitched sound wave emanated from him, causing a strong vibration that made him kneel on the ground, painfully covering his ears.
It's Xenos!
The Nephilim are destroying the entire warship with their sonic weapons!
As if by instinct, under the high-frequency sonic attack, scarlet keratin and bone spurs once again covered his body, helping to alleviate his injuries.
Unlike the instantaneous transformation just now, this time he was in a state of complete lucidity and filled with fear, gradually turning into a monster that was neither human nor ghost.
"No! I don't want to become a demon!"
Now is not the time to say this if you want to survive.
Perhaps demons can bewitch people and devour their souls, but I will not do that.
[Angell Tai, please believe me]
"."
It seems that he went through a long period of psychological struggle and reflection.
For survival, for the future of those Word Bearers.
But in the end, he accepted this gift from the Warp.
The demon transformed and once again covered his body.
Scare--
The deck corridor of the Word Bearers warship, riddled with scars and craters.
Like the Beast unleashed, Angell Tai landed on his powerful forelimbs, brimming with demonic muscles, and with each leap and swing, he could leap forward several meters to kill the invading Xenos.
"This is."
Both the Xenos and humans, who were enemies, were surprised and terrified by the sudden appearance of this demon.
With his unimaginable speed, Angell Tai transformed into a gust of wind and left before the humans could even utter a sound.
What time is it now? Did you just undergo Space Marine transformation? That's a long time ago, it's normal that you don't recognize me and don't trust me.
[By the way, why are there so many Xenos creatures on the Word Bearers' ships?]
Where is Lorgar? Where did he go?
Good question.
Angell Tai also wanted to ask.
Damn it, the warships are almost riddled with holes from being invaded!
Where are the others, Lorgar?