Chapter 14: Echoes Across Time
Sanguinius opened her eyes and found herself in a spacious carriage, with a pungent smell of potion in the air.
She took off the bloodstained white dress she was wearing and put on a loose white shirt with a thoughtful cut on the back, allowing the two snow-white wings to stretch out easily. Although the wound on her back had healed, it was still wrapped in bandages.
Sanguinius raised her hand, and her five slender fingers first stretched out, and then closed into a fist.
Bang!
Her mind moved.
It was almost an instinctive reaction.
A thick black flame burned on her palm, emitting an ominous glow.
This flame was a gift from the Angel of Destruction. Even though Sanguinius chose to refuse it in the illusion, this power was still integrated into her body.
The flames of the angels of destruction are not only extremely hot, enough to melt heavy steel plates easily, but also have the characteristics of burning psychic energy, which has a strong restraining effect on the demons in the warp.
Warp -
Even if the Imperial Truth tries to explain its existence with scientific methods, or even denies it to some extent.
But Sanguinius understands that as a Primarch, she is actually divided into two closely connected parts. One part is the flesh and blood entity in the real universe, and the other part is hidden in the warp, waiting for her arrival.
"Will those two angels be my other part?" This thought flashed through Sanguinius' mind.
Maybe, maybe not, but she will not crave the answer to the question.
Since her creator does not want his offspring to have too much contact with the warp.
Then, she will not go against her father's wishes. She will choose to refuse this gift until the prophesied illusion becomes a reality.
Crash!
Sanguinius opened the car door.
The convoy was parked on a remote red cliff, with the ruins of an abandoned city below.
The ancient city was built around a huge lake.
After the war of the old night, the lake still remained in the city. But the clear water inside was polluted into a dark green poisonous swamp, and the pungent smell could not be gotten rid of even at a long distance.
The convoy was undergoing a period of repair. Although it was attacked by demons and lost some vehicles and supplies during the escape. But the survivors looked in good spirits, gathered in groups of three or two, talking and laughing while busy with their work.
Away from the crowd, Sanguinius also saw Kano.
It was completely different from the impression that he was always full of energy and enthusiasm. Now Kano seemed to have aged ten years overnight. His face was dark yellow, his eyes were scarlet, and his body would twitch uncontrollably in the intervals between breaths, like a patient tortured by epilepsy, describing the dead wormwood.
"This is the sequelae of excessive use of psychic energy." Sanguinius thought, "It's great that he can survive the backlash of the demon's psychic energy."
In that battle, the most critical moment.
Kano mobilized all his psychic energy and launched a mental shock to the demon.
It was precisely because of the brief stiffness caused by this shock that Sanguinius had a great opportunity to kill with one blow.
It can be said.
Kano played a great role in Sanguinius's victory.
"I want to thank you." Sanguinius came to Kano and gently wiped the blood stains left under his eyes with his fingers. "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would be caught in an extremely difficult battle."
"Mother, you are always like this."
Kano raised his head, and black flames burned in his pupils.
He spoke, his voice old and hoarse, full of iron and blood, with incredible power, like an echo from the future to the present: "You are always grateful for the sacrifices of others, but take your own sacrifice for granted. No! It shouldn't be like this! No sacrifice should be forgotten--"
Speaking, speaking...
The expression on Kano's face became dull.
He looked around blankly and saw the astonished eyes of the people around him falling on him.
"What stupid thing did I do just now?" Kano swallowed hard, pointed at his nose with his finger, and his dark yellow face turned red because of shame.
"You were calling me angel mother just now." Radoron came over, gritted his teeth, and said coldly, "You are talking nonsense, dancing and gesticulating like a spoiled child."
"Angel."
Radoron sighed and bowed deeply to Sanguinius: "Please forgive this child's rudeness."
"No." Sanguinius shook his head gently, and his slightly curly golden hair swayed with it, and the sun flowed on his hair. She forced a smile on her face and blinked, "Maybe Kano's words are sincere."
"Please don't embarrass me more."
Kano covered his face and dug a hole the size of a bowl in the desert with his toes.
People rarely saw Kano being at a disadvantage, and they laughed immediately.
But no one noticed that there was a trace of worry in Sanguinius's clear pupils. The psychic flames that flashed on Kano's body just now were obviously from the angel of destruction.
And what Kano said just now should be a glimpse of the future.
For psychics, it is not difficult to glimpse the future.
But what worries Sanguinius even more is that even if he rejects the power of the two angels in the warp, they still have the power to possess the warriors of the Legion.
The warp is full of incredible power, but there are curses and traps behind every gift.
As the genetic mother of the Legion, Sanguinius does not want her future offspring to have too deep contact with the warp. She is also worried that her offspring will be lost in the vast power of the warp, and thus be tempted and make irreparable mistakes.
Thinking of this, Sanguinius suddenly thought of his father whom he had not met yet.
The great Emperor of Mankind.
When he created his own Primarchs, he might have had the same concerns.
"Children."
A gentle voice came from a distance.
Aunt Eugene came over with a tray, staggering, "Come and have something to eat, I grilled some Baal Fire Scorpion steaks."
"Thank you." People took their own portion of food from the tray.
"Thank you for your meticulous care during my coma." Sanguinius said as he took down a piece of barbecue on a skewer. "My injuries are recovering well."
"You are our angel." A sudden cough interrupted Eugene's words. She hid the blood on her palm. Then she forced out a smile as if nothing had happened and continued, "It is my honor to help you."