For a moment, the scene became instantly tense.
Sanguinius watched the massive warship before him with utmost vigilance. He could see the style of the Adeptus Mechanicus in its design, yet it was mixed with the wild brutality of the Orks.
Although they had been of great help, they were still xenos. The Imperium did not permit xenos!
With that thought, Sanguinius said mournfully, "Everyone, be alert! Eliminate the Ork xenos!"
"Yes!"
The Blood Angels who were still conscious all readied themselves for battle.
"Wait!"
Francis raised a hand to stop them. Orks that could speak human language were clearly rare, and they turned to glance at Sanguinius.
Sanguinius nodded, casually spun his sword, and sheathed it.
"Remarkable Orks, state your doubts. Perhaps I can persuade Father to accept you and make you our auxiliaries."
There was no trace of his earlier rage. All Francis could think of was humility, loyalty, and that ridiculously handsome face!
Bang—
Leading four thousand Ork Boyz transformed from Soul Drinkers, Francis leaped from the warship and landed on the ground.
Sanguinius had not expected to see an Ork legion so orderly and uniformly equipped. Clearly, their Ork leader was no ordinary one.
He even felt a little admiration for him!
Then came an action that Sanguinius could not understand. They took out crimson blood and drank it in one gulp.
It was the Soul Drinkers' own blood—an emergency measure Francis had come up with after repeatedly learning the painful lesson of getting beaten up.
Francis smacked his lips. This blood was especially sweet this time. It looked like he would have to eat less sugar lately.
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Sanguinius and the Blood Angels, who had remained composed until then, nearly had their eyes pop out when they watched them gradually return to human form.
"Who