Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

"breathe!"

Sanguinius breathed heavily, veins popping out on his forehead.

The sweet smell of blood filled the nose, and some kind of instinct bound in genes was reviving.

sink——

Her body was calling softly.

Longing for her to indulge in this innate gift.

"No!"

Sanguinius shouted.

She stepped back step by step, her head hurting as if it was exploding.

My vision was blurry, the world was spinning, and a roar that seemed to come from eternity was rolling in my eardrums. Her consciousness was destroyed, and every superhuman sense was filled with brutal power.

"No!" She gritted her teeth and spoke again in a roaring voice, "I refuse such a gift!"

Burning rage.

Let her regain a little bit of sanity from the chaos.

It's like being in the deep dark sea, with lightning, thunder, and storms, and you can only drive a leaky boat.

But even so.

Sanguinius still refused to give up.

It was like the people of the pure-blood tribe walking to the end of the desert and seeing a desperate venom swamp.

Sanguinius knew he was in dire straits, be it recklessness or some other irresistible force.

But she never chooses to give up, and she will use her greatest strength to veto fate.

The huge ax was also brought back to the temple.

At this time, it was held in Sanguinius's hand.

This bloody weapon was burning and hot, and there were huge blisters on the angel's palm.

The bubbles exploded again in the high temperature, and transparent tissue fluid mixed with blood dripped down the long handle, making a hissing sound.

Even though it was painful, the hot blade still made the angel feel a sense of peace of mind.

She looked around.

I found myself in a huge palace.

The palace was vast, and the brass floors were stained red with blood.

There was fighting everywhere, demons, mortals, mutants, and many races that even Sanguinius could not recognize at all.

They reveled in the joy of spilling blood.

Use all your abilities.

Just to get a glimpse of the ancient god on the brass throne.

but--

They are doomed.

Because the god on the throne in charge of war and destruction has set all his eyes on the angel.

The Four Ancient Gods of the Warp, the Emperors of Mankind.

There was a transaction.

The seed has been planted and time has come for it to germinate.

And now——

Even though the fruit on that branch is green, it is already the most joyful appearance of the Skull Throne.

He had no patience to wait any longer.

He was going to break the agreement.

Pick this fruit in advance and hold it in your arms.

Forever.

but--

He is not the only one sitting at the card table.

The moment when a huge bloody palm as big as the sky cap fell out of the air, setting off billions of scarlet thunders of destruction.

The warp is making waves.

Three equally great forces emerged from the shadows.

Yellow ichor gurgled, the Nurglings sang, and yellow-green branches spread and grew. One half is alive, blooming in flesh and blood; the other half is withered and shriveled in the ashes of decay.

The crystal-like birds fluttered their wings, bringing endlessly changing messengers. Sparkling light fell, muscles mutated and expanded, and tens of thousands of eyes clustered on the sticky tentacles.

The purple mist is dense, like rotten flowers, so sweet that it makes you sick. The perfect and enchanting snake-shaped body snakes and crawls in the bloody palace, sometimes tightening and sometimes relaxing.

The figure on the brass throne roared.

The authority he controls is closest to the nature of subspace, so he should be the strongest among the four gods.

And this palace is His domain and cannot be infringed upon by outsiders.

Roar!

Among the roars that created the world.

Bloody thunder fell like raindrops, swaths of stars collapsed and disintegrated, 88,888 huge volcanoes rumbled and erupted, and thick blood mist spewed out from them.

The yellow-green branches were burned away by the bloody flames.

The purple crystal bird was defeated by thunder.

The snake-like monster was cut off by a huge sharp blade, and the figure on the throne won the final victory.

A huge bloody palm covered with scales and armor descended from the sky, piercing the rolling black mist, carrying the power of destruction.

Unstoppable, inescapable, and irresistible!

Only surrender!

"I will never fall!"

A bloody line twisted and exploded in the whites of his eyes.

Angel roars!

She clenched the sharp blade in her hand and slashed towards the rolling bloody sky.

Boom!

There was a loud bang out of thin air.

The vast arena suddenly fell into silence.

All the demonic armies of Khorne, bloodthirsty believers, and bloodletting demons were shocked by the anger displayed by the angel at this moment.

After fighting several eternal battlefields, he fell into a moment of peace.

The bloodthirsty demon Kabanha knelt on the ground.

Being chained in a corner as punishment for failure.

His thick arms held his head, and his dragon-like bright yellow vertical pupils were trembling.

The ax of the ancient god that had killed countless powerful enemies for him was now being held by the angel, bursting out with unprecedented brilliance.

His mood was so strange that it was difficult to describe.

"Hahaha!"

With a chuckle, two angels, golden and black, appeared behind Sanguinius at the same time.

The black flames burned blazingly, never ending, as if they would completely burn all the concepts in the world into nothingness before they would stop.

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"Only we can save you." The guardian angel's voice was filled with compassion.

He flapped his wings forward, then turned into a rain of light and dispersed.

The passage of time is frozen.

The giant bloody hand was hovering in mid-air, about two or three kilometers away from Sanguinius, and she could clearly see the mottled blood stains on it.

"Only we can destroy your enemies." The Angel of Destruction embraced Sanguinius from behind.

At the moment when his body collapsed, his power was completely released.

Flames hotter than a million suns exploding at the same time shot up from the sharp blade into the sky. Countless demons were vaporized in the howl, and even their existence itself was completely destroyed.

The bloody temple shook violently, and broken tiles and skulls mixed with molten brass fell and collapsed.

It was like a huge bright red waterfall falling from the sky, spraying it with hot and billowing acrid smoke.

The flames collided with the big hand of the Bloody Throne.

The ancient armor was torn apart, and unprecedented pain appeared in God's will.

Blood!

The most eye-catching blood!

Blood from the destructive power of the warp!

From the melted armor and the torn flesh and blood, it condenses, drips, and drips——

Click!

Everything in front of him was shattered like a mirror.

A roar full of pleasure and surprise exploded in his ears, like a heavy hammer hitting him, almost making Sanguinius faint.

boom!

She was half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily and dripping with blood.

"Angel!"

The door was pushed open, and the anxious faces of the soldiers appeared in Sanguinius' blurry eyes. "The enemy has been cleared by us. You are injured——"