Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

"Brothers, kill all these abominable mutants!"

The brass door was torn apart by gunpowder, and the angel with wings on his back took the lead. His strong body tore through the burning smoke and rushed into the dark and gloomy hall at a speed that exceeded the speed of sound.

boom!

A distorted and hoarse sound.

Just the shock wave caused by the landing caused the marble floor to sink and crack inch by inch.

The strong wind swept across, and two or three aliens who had no time to dodge staggered and were thrown away.

Ta-ta-ta!

Not even waiting for them to hit the ground.

Bolts of blazing fire tore their abominable bodies to pieces.

"You abominable slaves!" With the roar, seven or eight figures poured out from the corridors on both sides of the hall. The double-linked machine guns in their hands fired bullets at the angel in the middle of the hall without any explanation. Get out of the way.

laugh!

Sanguinius frowned slightly.

The slender white fingers moved forward and clenched forcefully.

A black ripple spread outward in her will, detonating instantly when it touched the mutants.

Boom!

Black fire burned brightly.

First, the gun in his hand melted and deformed, then his arm, and then spread up to his whole body.

In two or three breaths, the flesh and blood of these mutants burned away like candles, leaving only a pile of grotesque bones scattered on the ground.

"Angel! Damn angel!"

A roar like thunder came from the end of the hall.

Boom!

The wall was torn apart by a huge force.

A giant fat mutant with a height of more than two and a half meters jumped forward like a tyrannosaurus.

He has a huge mouth and beard like a catfish, and his skin is a strange dark purple color. There is a keyhole on his bulging belly, and he wields a giant sword over two meters long like a thick door panel in his hand.

boom!

The giant sword was swung up and down.

The floor in front of Sanguinius exploded, and tiny pebbles shot out like pellets.

Scarlet fire burned in her pupils.

Take a deep breath.

hiss--

Then he punched forward fiercely.

boom!

The violent and exaggerated power was like a cannonball being detonated out of thin air.

The fat man's upper body suddenly disappeared, turning into a rain of blood and minced meat, which fell one after another. The hall of two to three hundred square meters was filled with the indestructible stench of blood.

"Now, fire!"

boom!

A beam of fire burst out from the corner, but the angel leaned up to avoid it.

When the mutant in the shadows was about to continue shooting, the barrel of the gun was grasped by a big hand.

are the Tara brothers of the Mesa Tribe.

His dark pupils were burning with anger.

Pull outward sharply.

The muzzle of the gun was almost dragged out of the bunker.

The mutant fired again in panic, and the bullet pierced Tano's chest, but he still refused to let go.

laugh!

The mutants were frightened by the tangible anger.

When he wanted to escape, he was faced with a huge axe. His head rolled off his shoulders and was crushed by a big foot.

Brother Tano fell.

But the remaining warriors had no time to grieve. They continued to move forward, vowing to clean up the mutants in the castle.

Continue along the gap at the end of the hall.

The next room is the dining room.

In a purgatory-like scenery, mutilated corpses were placed on the long table in the restaurant. Their faces were frozen with fear, and their bodies were covered with marks of cuts and teeth.

Not so long ago.

The crazy mutants had their last feast.

All imprisoned pure-blood slaves were tied here, their limbs removed, their internal organs taken out, and they watched helplessly as they were eaten alive.

hiss--

anger!

Anger made Kano's teeth and hair stand on end.

The spiritual energy in his body was restlessly stirring, making fine ionizing sounds.

Wow!

The sound of dense footsteps came from the darkness.

Lines of mutants swarmed in, like zombies from myths and legends. It has sharp teeth and claws, its body is bright red, and its face is hateful. And the mutated beasts they raised were also roaring, with sticky saliva dripping from the gaps between their pale, file-like teeth.

"Angel! Take this!"

Radolon shouted angrily and threw a spear made of bronze.

The angel stretched out his hand, and the gun shaft, which was as thick as an adult's arm, fell steadily into his hand.

Sa!

The spear swept across.

A beautiful arc like a crescent moon appears in everyone's eyes.

Seven or eight mutants were torn apart from top to bottom. Two or more thighs were still standing on the ground, but their bodies were thrown into the air.

The two mutated beasts broke free from their restraints, opened their bloody mouths, and rushed out.

were repulsed by the warriors of the Mesa tribe.

Wow!

Dozens more mutants emerged from behind the high walls on both sides, firing volleys of fire first to empty their magazines. Then he flew forward and joined in the brutal melee fight. They had taken an overdose of stimulants before the battle and had long forgotten what fear was. Only the desire for blood and destruction drove their actions.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

The blood is flowing, and people are falling every minute and every second.

What no one noticed was that the blood merged into the evil eight-pointed star pattern on the floor and shone brightly.

An evil energy was brewing in this cruel fight. People's hatred and anger became a kind of nourishment, which was extracted by the formation, and then gathered and transported to the bottom of the fortress.

On the lowest level of the fort.

Hall dedicated to the Brass Throne.

Eight huge pillars rose from the ground, and on each pillar were tied eight slaves who were being bled.

The roars of the warriors, the muscles being torn apart by sharp blades, the groans when they are on the verge of death, the noble and pure anger of angels - every sound on the battlefield can echo in this hall, like a different kind of perverted song symphony.

The center of the hall.

Obsidian carving, skull decorated throne.

The descendant of Khorne, the Eternal Stalker, and the bloodthirsty demon Kabanha is sitting here relaxing, his eternally roaring face filled with an intoxicated look.

Even for Him.

The noble anger of a pure angel is also an excellent tonic.

"Sir!" But at this moment, a discordant voice interrupted Kabanha's happy mood of tasting delicious food.

A tall mutant with an iron mask on his face spoke, with a pleading voice, "Our warriors are being slaughtered by angels, and only you can stop her."

"Why should I stop her."

Kabanha stood up slowly, and the shadow spread outward in the scarlet candlelight. "Every time I swing the blade, every life is slaughtered, it will make me stronger. Why should I stop her?"

The mutant leader was stunned. He took a step back and murmured, "Aren't you enemies?"

"enemy?"

As if he heard some funny joke, Kabanha laughed and said, "We have never been enemies. She will eventually fall into my father's arms and become one of us. And you, you damn slave, actually Dare you command the son of Khorne?"

The mutant leader was horrified.

Even though he was wearing an iron mask, he could still feel the ultimate fear from his trembling body.

He wants to escape.

But before he took two steps, a huge claw fell from the sky.

Click!

It crushed his head as easily as a peanut.

"Another killing."

Kabanha grinned and looked towards the end of the hall with scarlet eyes.

The stone door was blasted open by a force of pure violence, and a figure as muscular and elegant as a cheetah slowly walked out of the splashed dust.

boom!

The bronze spear was leaning on the ground.

"We meet again," Sanguinius said, his perfect face like a sculpture.

No sadness, no joy, just a touch of divinity that is not like the human world.

"Yes." Kabanha spread his wings, and the extremely rich red blood energy fell from the sky like a waterfall, turning it into a vague and ferocious black shadow. He roared, "I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. I Angel!”