Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

"Those mutants are afraid of us."

Radolon put down the telescope in his hand and spoke to the adjutant from the Mesa tribe next to him.

The two of them stood on a makeshift lookout.

In front of you is a huge castle.

This castle hollows out the entire protruding mountain, and is filled with various fortifications. The thick brass doors are dotted with ferocious spikes, and cannons and gun barrels protrude from the thick fortress.

In addition, there are various bloody and blasphemous symbols - shining eight-pointed stars, red skulls, and twisted corpses attached to the tools of war.

Even though the star's light has faded, these symbols still shine under some incomprehensible effect.

"In just one fortress, there are far more mutants than the Brass Brotherhood." The adjutant said, "The Order of the Red Skull is indeed the well-deserved king of mutants in this land."

"But now, this twisted king will have to atone for his actions."

Ladoron's iron-firm voice came mixed with the cold wind, "And we will become the sharp blades in the hands of angels."

"The fiercer the battle, the stronger the will; as long as you breathe, you will be brave and undefeated!"

Adjutant Elvis pressed his fist to his heart and vowed war and battle, "The mutant rule on this planet will end, and I will witness the end of this evil empire."

The Crimson Skull Cult.

It is no longer enough to describe it simply as mutant power.

This is an empire in the true sense of the word.

There is not only a pyramid-shaped power structure inside, but also a large population, slave labor, and a large number of war machines.

This is the strongest opponent that pure-blood people have ever faced.

Never before.

But Radolon still believed that he could win, because the angel walked among them.

Boom!

A dull and huge sound came.

It instantly attracted the attention of Radolon and Elvis.

They looked intently, their eyes passing over the dunes, and saw the heavy gate of the fortress opened at the end of the plain.

A huge, misshapen metal chariot.

Like an escaped beast, it roared, let out a bloody roar, and drove out of the open door.

At the same time, the portal on the side of the fortress was also opened to the greatest extent.

Densely packed mutants, cultists, captive radioactive beasts, etc., poured out of it like a black tide, and hysterical roars mixed with the hot wind and sand reached the ears.

Radolon could even smell the peculiar stench of mutants.

"Are they taking the initiative to attack?"

Adjutant Elvis's face was full of disbelief.

He is a strong man two meters tall, holding a bolt gun excavated from ancient ruins. The tattooed muscles on the arms were trembling with excitement. "They gave up their greatest advantage and were simply seeking their own death."

"No, they're making a last-ditch effort."

Radolon shook his head and said, "Although this fortress is indestructible, the large number of mutants and radioactive beasts consume astronomical amounts of food every day. After we sealed the nearby food channels, these mutants have become A trapped beast."

"The more hungry and injured the beast, the more dangerous it is." Elvis was an experienced hunter. He licked his lips and his expression became serious.

Ta-ta-ta!

As the distance between the two armies approached.

Small-scale firefights have begun to break out, and dense lines of fire tear through the night sky.

The mutants at the forefront roared unwillingly, were ruthlessly torn apart by the ammunition, and fell to the ground.

But at the same time, more mutants surged out from behind them, rushing forward quickly. Tortured by forbidden drugs and bloodlust, these mutants have become no different from beasts, fearless of death, and bloody and brutal.

Boom!

The armored fighting vehicle at the beginning opened fire violently.

A mushroom cloud exploded in the defense line, the steel was torn to pieces, and the defense frame melted and collapsed in the billowing smoke.

The two pure-blood brothers defending the array had no time to scream before they were swallowed up by the fireball produced by the ignition of high-energy explosives.

No trace of the corpse.

Only a small amount of the wreckage was thrown into the sky in the air waves, turning into charred fragments and scattering.

"Damn it!" Ladoron's face turned serious.

The defense line was torn open.

If there is no way to deal with this modified heavy iron beast as soon as possible, then the gap will become larger and larger as time goes by, until it finally brings huge losses to the pure-blood tribe.

In Radolon's view, victory is inevitable.

But he requires himself to pay the minimum price and achieve the maximum results, otherwise it will be a failure for him.

Boom!

A ball of fire exploded on the mutant's armored vehicle.

Someone used individual rockets to fight back, but it just melted the ceramic armor covering it into a dark red color, which was not enough to cause real damage to it.

boom!

The alien armored vehicle opened fire again.

A huge fireball exploded among the crowd, and a large piece of the fortification was instantly emptied.

The thick barrel slowly rotated amidst the twisting and dull sound of metal friction, aiming at the watchtower where Radolon was located.

"Damn it!"

Ladoron's expression changed slightly and he was about to leave from here.

But the explosion sounded loudly.

boom!

The barrel was forcibly bent by a huge and brutal force, and the ammunition that had not yet been discharged exploded, igniting a burst of violent black smoke.

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The strong wind never stops and soon sweeps away the black smoke.

Snow-white wings spread out on the battlefield.

The angel raised his head and slowly pulled the bronze spear in his hand away from the disabled chariot.

The end of the spear was mixed with two different colors, one was black from engine oil, and the other was scarlet from blood.

It's not hard to guess.

This spear first penetrates the mutant driver's body, piercing it, and then penetrates the fuel tank below.

"Angel!"

The originally slightly chaotic defense line was shaken.

People shouted loudly, with courage and glory filling their chests, as if victory was right in front of them.

"Fight! For freedom and glory!"

The angel raised his spear and shouted loudly, and the clear voice echoed on the battlefield.

Just one sentence.

Thousands of people were shocked and launched a crazy counterattack.

Bang!

The angel didn't stay long.

She flapped her wings and flew into the air again.

The densely packed mutants were swept past by her, and she rushed into the deepest part of the enemy's formation with a strong wind.

A tower-like muscular monster stands at the core of the mutant team.

He is more than three meters tall, and his muscles are like densely packed tumors. His scarlet skin is covered with traces of sutures after modification, and there are more than a dozen banned drug injection tubes of various colors stuck in his back.

Those adrenaline drugs are doing their best to stimulate the monster's potential.

Uh-huh!

With just one glance, the angel recognized that this monster was the leader of this army.

The spear in her hand swept across and collided with the huge shield on the monster's left hand.

A metal shield about ten centimeters thick.

It twisted and dented under the impact of the huge force, and the monster's hundreds of kilograms of body also flew into the air and landed uncontrollably ten meters away.

It's strong.

Even enough to survive two moves in the hands of an adult angel.

But that's about it.

laugh!

The spear in the angel's hand pierced the chest at a speed that the monster could hardly react, penetrated the heart, and pierced out from the back, shattering those huge and ferocious banned drug syringes.

There was a look of pain on the monster's face, but he did not retreat.

Instead, he grabbed the spear with his left hand and took a sharp step forward.

There is only less than thirty centimeters between the hideous and ugly monster and the almost perfect angel.

"It's so beautiful."

The monster raised its head, a sickly smile on its twisted and terrifying face.

He seemed to be studying the angel's face, and when he spoke, he vomited a large mouthful of blood.

Some of the scarlet blood even splashed on the angel's white cheeks and golden hair, but this still did not damage the angel's perfection at all.

The mutant leader's voice weakened, but the confusion in his words could still be heard.

"You are one of us.

Just because you have a pair of beautiful wings, can you become their angel? "

laugh!

As Sanguinius pulled the spear from the monster's chest.

He is already dead.

The twisted expression still remained on his terrifying blue-black face, which was extremely ugly.