Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

The wreckage of the spaceship hit the star port, and the bursting flames engulfed several square kilometers of ground in the city. All the tall towers collapsed in the sea of ​​fire. The impact of the explosion even affected the shutdown bang, and Vaughan felt a violent shaking while standing on it.

Steel!

The steel supports beneath my feet were wailing under their weight.

Once the terrace collapses, the remaining eight thousand Space Marines will be overwhelmed by the endless waves of Orks. The glory of the 18th Legion will come to an end here. They would be the first Legion to be delisted from the Great Crusade, an indelible shame.

But sometimes——

Hope comes so suddenly.

"Hey!"

Nomine's voice sounded like the sound of nature in the communication channel.

"Boss, look what that is, a whole squadron, please tell me this is all real."

In Nomine's chattering voice.

Vaughn looked up.

He immediately saw the blood-red wings tearing through the orange fire clouds.

The fierce artillery fire poured down like a violent storm, and the patches of green skin melted into a thick dark green slurry amidst the screams.

"Things look bad for you."

A steady voice came from the communication channel, in the hot air driven by the power engine.

The leader of the storm bird circled in mid-air and turned its direction gracefully, and all the landing boards had been lowered before it fell.

One of the leading soldiers was not wearing a helmet.

Her short silver hair stood on end.

He was wearing scarlet armor and had a handsome appearance. Even though the Storm Bird was shaking violently in the crossfire, his strong body was still as steady as if he were standing on flat ground, cool and confident.

"I am Ladoron, and I am here to meet you on the orders of the Archangel."

Radolon stretched out his hand and dragged an injured soldier into the open cabin, "Your condition doesn't look very good. I hope we're not too late."

"No, no, you came just in time."

Nomine came over and interjected, "If you come a little later, our company commander will go completely crazy."

"Nomin, shut up!"

Vaughan raised his leg and kicked Nomine, but Nomine easily dodged it.

"The remaining people, prepare to evacuate!"

Vaughn gave the order.

He found it unnecessary.

Before the chief company commander gave the order, the remaining soldiers had already walked towards the Thunder Eagle and Storm Bird in groups.

Vaughn was the last to leave from the shutdown slam.

He entered the stormbird's inner chamber and reached out to grab the gravity net above his head.

With his broad shoulders leaning on the shock mount on the left side, his hanging heart finally relaxed.

Amidst the powerful roar of the engine, the Storm Bird broke free from the shackles of the planet's gravity and rose steadily toward the sky. Almost at the same time, a violent explosion occurred in the starport beneath the feet. The machine on the steel structure was completely pushed down by the crazy orcs, and was submerged in thick orange smoke.

Vaughan felt indescribable joy in his heart.

If it weren't for the group of warriors in front of them, they might have died in this star port by now.

He looked up and down at the warriors in the Storm Birds wearing scarlet armor. The leader, Radolon, was obviously a new recruit, but he had a calm confidence about him.

His muscular body stood in front of Vaughn like it was taking root.

The Storm Bird vibrated violently due to the rapid changes in air pressure. Even Vaughan needed to grab the gravity net to maintain his balance, but Radolon was as calm as standing on the ground.

——Terrible fighting talent.

With just one glance, Vaughn recognized that Radolon was anything but ordinary.

"No matter what, I have to thank you for your help." Vaughn took the initiative to say, "Your appearance saved our soldiers from tragic death."

"This is what we should do." Radolon said calmly.

It seems like this is just a small thing not worth mentioning.

"You are completely different from what I remember." Vaughn organized his words, "The ghosts of the past were not so polite."

"Maybe you're right."

Radolon said calmly: "But when the archangel returns, everything will be different."

Archangel——

This is the second time Vaughan has heard the name.

"That's right."

Radolon seemed to be able to guess what Vaughan was thinking, "Just as you guessed, Archangel Sanguinius, she is our original body. Since her return, the Ninth Legion is no longer a ghost in the darkness. , but Blood Angel."

"She, a female Primarch?"

Vaughn said in surprise: "Sorry, we have been fighting the orcs in the Andros galaxy during this period, and we know very little about the news outside."

"Yes, she is indeed the emperor's only daughter. It was not a mistake in my statement."

Radolon explained.

"I'm shocked by the changes that have happened to you." Vaughn said hesitantly, "The angel you mentioned must have incredible abilities. I would be honored if I had the opportunity to thank her in person."

No one can question the bravery of the Eighteenth Legion.

Can be the same.

The XVIII Legion's philosophy of fighting to protect civilians is not widely recognized among the Astartes.

Even legions like the Ultramarines and Luna Wolves that have both honor and reputation.

Its essence is also guided by aristocratic thinking.

But the 18th Legion puts itself on the same footing as civilians.

The Astartes were also born from mortals, and should be able to reintegrate into mortals. There should be no class gap between the two.

Vaughn was unsure whether his Legion's ideals would be supported by the Primarch.

Therefore, in making this request.

Vaughan seemed hesitant.

"She will be happy to meet you," Radolon replied. "She has heard of your deeds on Corcyra and expressed her appreciation and admiration for them. And she told us that your honor and pursuit are worthy of We learn.”

"We will cherish this opportunity to fight alongside you."

Ladoron said sincerely.

These words made several big bosses of the Eighteenth Legion present stunned.

The soldiers of the Eighteenth Legion, like their original body, are rough and stoic on the outside but extremely rich and delicate in their emotions. Especially for a veteran like Vaughn who has experienced many battles, he can naturally tell that Radolon's words come from the bottom of his heart.

This damn straight shot—

Vaughan chuckled twice and stretched out his hand to scratch his head.

The fatigue caused by fighting without sleep for several days seemed to disappear at this moment.

"I dare to pat my chest and guarantee it." Nomin's narrow voice came at the right time, "If his face hadn't been too dark, you would definitely have seen that our selfless chief company commander is blushing now."

"Hahaha!"

There was a roar of laughter in the Stormbird's cabin.