At this, Sanguinius spun around and stared at him with deadly seriousness.
"That joke isn't funny at all. I'll forgive your rudeness this once, but don't say something like that again."
In an instant.
Francis remained where he was and did not follow him any farther. Sanguinius sensed it as well, stopping and turning back to look at him.
Then he heard Francis shout from afar, "Sanguinius, I'm not joking! I really do have a way—whether it's alleviating it or curing it completely."
As he spoke, he tossed over a holographic record.
Smack!
Sanguinius caught it and activated the device. He saw comparison images of the Soul Drinkers' and Thousand Sons' flesh mutations before and after treatment, as well as records of the World Eaters having their Nails removed. Even Angron's had been removed.
As photograph after photograph flashed before his eyes, Sanguinius realized that among their twenty-odd brothers, there had to be a doctor!!!
Unable to believe it, Sanguinius beat his angelic wings and instantly appeared before Francis. Grasping his hand, he said with blazing eyes, "Little Eleven, do you really have a way? I'm willing!"
The sudden turn of events caught Francis off guard. He quickly pulled his hand free and took two steps back.
"Talk all you want, but keep your hands to yourself. We're actual brothers."
Sanguinius also realized that he had been too excited. He gave an awkward smile and stood there.
Together with the ruins of the church behind him, it was practically an artistic scene. If it were painted, Francis had even thought of a title for it: The Only Angel After Destruction!
Seeing how sincere he was, Francis found it hard to refuse. Turning around, he headed toward the warship and said, "Send a few people over. I'll conduct small-scale experiments first,