Chapter 141 No One Can Refuse Sanguinius (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 140 No one can refuse Sanguinius (Please subscribe)

"Bassin II?"

Radoron nodded slightly, "It's time to go back."

His character is serious, but not cold. He is the type who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

Now that he has been away from home for many years and has been fighting outside, it is indeed time to go back and take a look.

Even Space Marines, the Emperor's Angel of Death, cannot always remain alert and in a state of combat. As long as they are human, they need to relax, otherwise there will be big problems.

Even the Primarch is like this, such as Perturabo...

Radoron planned the route of the warp on the display in front of him, and Sanguinius's eyes paused slightly on it.

"Stop at the forge world of Corcyra."

Sanguinius said.

Duran is a world with a developed civilization, and some of its weapons are even more advanced than the Empire.

The time spent fighting for the Empire is much longer than that of Saint Corcyra.

Unexpectedly.

The two shook hands.

Astalon said, "We are the only legion that values ​​mortals and is willing to fight and sacrifice for mortals, except for the majority of Salamanders."

After the battle.

"There is definitely no further news. Remember to tell you, your dear think tank." Saint Corcyra said to Kano An.

"What did he see in the illusion?"

In the low-Earth orbit, Saint Corcyra also saw the fleet of another expeditionary legion.

The Ninth Legion collected a large amount of wreckage from the battlefield, and perhaps some useless information could be constructed from those wreckage.

In the case of sufficient benefits, the group of oil guys even dared to study the abomination intelligence under Xiang Xian's nose. Rules are not a joke to us.

Whether it is speed or the defensive capabilities of the warship, the Duran warship has surpassed the ordinary warships of the empire in all aspects.

"It means that our legion is well-behaved in all aspects, not like the Extreme Warriors, but we are far from the number and equipment of the Eighteenth Regiment." Xiang Xian Xinglong replied.

"I've seen General Azkes for a long time, but he's been bad lately." Saint Xiang Xianxing smiled and greeted him.

Otherwise, the Wolf King wouldn't have been in a tough fight.

Especially before the Emperor saw the fighting style of the Wolf Corps and the Dark Angel, the impression became even deeper.

He is a mirror of the physical universe.

Wars across the galaxy can have an impact on the other side of the galaxy through the subspace.

My iron body looked even smaller than Saint Xiang Xianxing, holding a scepter with huge gears in his hand, wearing a gorgeous red and gold robe, the Seven Retreat code gleaming in the gaps of the robe, and the smell of holy oil and incense filled the air.

"The Eleventh Legion..." Saint Cosira thought for a moment, and then said, "You seem to have heard a lot of news that has nothing to do with us."

"There's a problem."

General Azkes was like a winged iron dragon, crawling in the dry underground, his huge and ferocious body was daunting.

The second was Duran's battleship.

"Is he still thinking about the war under the Emperor, mourning for these innocent people?" Saint Cosilla opened a small bag of potato chips and reached out to rub Kano's head.

"Your smile reminds you of the time when you were in the mortal world." General Xiang Xianxings spoke in a loud mechanical voice, "You are ecstatic to see you, the man of the Om Messiah."

"Is that so? There are so few god-like warriors. We have also inherited your ugliness." Clay answered seriously.

The Legion can be passed down from generation to generation.

The coffee outside the cup almost spilled inside, and hurriedly turned off the video behind the face.

Saint Cosilla patrolled the small hall.

The Mechanicus is in a vague and clear stage for technological innovation.

"The one with the face."

——

Kano turned around and nodded slightly to the little angel behind the face.

You have short hair, a military green navy uniform on the lower body, and slim trousers of the same color on the upper body. You are wearing riding boots on your feet, and you look neat and tidy. After a period of training, his figure also looked thin, but lacked some obvious muscle arcs.

"Thank you for your care, everything is fine." Compared with the forgotten years under the Dawn Star, Clay was very satisfied with his new life under the Red Tear.

"Click."

The Forge World is inevitably polluted, but the ships coming and going in the low-Earth orbit have not directly extended from the spires of the atmosphere, making the whole planet look full of vitality.

But at the same time, the Mechanicus has no flexible bottom line.

Clay was holding a display screen to watch the battle video of the Gillisters.

"That's really rare." Saint Corcyra sighed.

On the other hand, the sky is low and the emperor is far away in the Talki Forge World, and the Mechanicus is not a completely unified force. There is no rivers and lakes where there are no people, and there are various factions in the Mechanicus. The Talki Forge World naturally has its own unique set of rules under the rule of General Colchis.

There are two main things that impressed Saint Guilles the most.

The Red Tear appeared under the Xiangxian Star Forge World.

More importantly,

Saint Cosilla asked without thinking, "Doesn't that name have any common meaning?"

Therefore,

Azkes, the Forge General of the Talki World, had already retreated and waited outside.

But the Primarch will leave one day, sooner or later, but such a thing can be avoided.

And the current situation is different from the past.

It will take some time.

"The Legion is the shell, and the Primarch is the soul."

Saint Corcyra himself has a very weak psychic talent.

You screamed loudly.

The red storm bird dived upward, passed through the clouds, hovered in the gray sky, and landed in an empty parking lot before a short stop.

According to the rules.

You can even see the white frost marks left by the compressed gas leaking in.

But when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

A few standard Terra months ago.

Therefore, it took almost no time, and after a discussion, the details of the cooperation were successfully finalized.

"That is the battleship of the 11th Legion." Astralon appeared in front of Saint Corcyra, staring at the tattered battleship behind him, and spoke in a loud voice.

Saint Corcyra looked up and looked around, and saw that Kano was nearby, staring at the scenery inside through the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

Boom!

The Fourth Legion provided shelter to the Xiangxian Star World and exchanged technology for war resources, while the Talki Forge World was responsible for the retrograde analysis of the Emperor's war machinery to ensure that these new equipment could be used in future wars as quickly as possible.

When the Shengxiang Xian Star appeared in front of Clay, Clay was obviously shocked.

Duran was on the north side of the Empire, and the Emperor was on the south side of the Empire.

At this moment, the Fourth Legion fleet was far away from Duran, but there was no exact concept of time and space in the subspace.

Clay was a contactable person.

For us, watching those videos is not a daily entertainment.

Astalon replied, "The 11th Legion was also called the Faced Legion at that time, just like you were called the Ghost later, which is a nickname with no legion characteristics."

A legion wants to develop rapidly.

"Little Angel..."

"When Randan unified Terra in the early years, the Faced Legion and the biochemical warlords in the Albia region under Terra were in a bitter battle. Although we achieved the final defeat, we also suffered heavy casualties. The size of the legion shrank slightly, and it has not recovered from the heavy blow to this day."

"How is your life recently."

Before a brief conversation with La Shaolong.

At this time, the world of Tarki had just been recaptured by the Empire and was in a stage of reconstruction.

The floor of the conference room was paved with a whole piece of white obsidian, and there was frosted glass on seven sides. Behind the face was a huge canyon, and outside the canyon was a super-small arsenal with full firepower. From a distance, it looked like hot magma was flowing outside the river, and the sound of heavy hammers hitting metal was shocking.

"Some illusions caused by the subspace." Kano frowned and thought, "Are you sure that those illusions have no specific meaning."

The days in the subspace are boring and safe.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine.

It takes a long time for a technology to mature and be put into real use. Moreover, privately remodeling the machinery of the God of All Machines will be considered heresy and remodeled.

The inner shell of the battleship's armor is full of bullet marks that are sharply sunken upwards, as well as traces of flames and laser melting.

But you have not developed that power less. Every power is accompanied by a curse, and conventional means are enough to deal with the enemies you face.

"It sounds like you don't have the same experience as the Salamander Legion." Saint Cosira said.

The sky is gray, and the whole world is filled with the smell of desolation and gunpowder.

"Maybe it's because of the war in Duran."

Xiang Xianxinglong is one of the first batch of Gillister warriors.

If it weren't for the powerful firepower provided by the First Legion, it would not be an easy task to conquer Duran's planetary defense.

Saint Cosira stuffed the potato chips out of his mouth and tilted his head, "Why is this?"

The general became more bloated, small, and inhuman.

"Although the training is very hard, it's all my fault." Clay stuck out his tongue and replied, "And it's very pleasing to the eye."

"Maybe..." Saint Cocyra looked at his offspring, but the rest of the words were not spoken.

Kano replied carefully, "I know it's your illusion. The subspace seems to have become more active and chaotic than before."

Under the leadership of General Xiang Xianxings, they came to the conference room of the casting hall.

"You haven't seen what you brought back from the Emperor's battlefield." General Colchis took the initiative to speak, "Ohm Messiah, it will take some time to complete the reverse deconstruction. However, you haven't prepared the heavy weapons and equipment you need for you."

The little angel's slightly helpless face was reflected under the white screen, "He is so relaxed, what a good thing is to have a proper rest."

Is there anyone who can agree, Saint Cocyra!

"Blood, white wings, burning flames, ghost ships that have not been stained with blood..."

It is a low-level talent within the legion, and the situation is naturally much worse.

The next time I came to the Forge World of Talki, the war with the Ork warlords had just begun. The 4th and 14th Legions, led by the two Primarchs, shattered the Ork Battle Moon and beheaded the abominable head of the Ork Emperor.

Astalon stared at his mother's back and said without any deep emotion, "The Legion was only broken before the Primarch returned. At least, that was the case for a small number of Legions."

But those present were all superhuman warriors or mechanical sages, and that temperature would not make people feel comfortable.

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The air temperature is very low, even enough to slightly distort the vision.

Clay watched from the side with relish.

The bad thing is that without the help of Geller's position, the environment inside the warship can still remain stable.

The Red Tear set sail.

When Saint Cosilla approached.

"Eye-catching?"

On the one hand, the status of the Primarch is low enough, and he can carry it even if something unexpected happens.

The fleet is painted gray, and the scale is not small. There are only a dozen battle barges and cruisers. It should be a battle company in the legion that was separated and carried out a mission here.

"Not a little, but completely." Kano replied.

There are many servants and workers under the Red Tear.

"Hmm."

Astaron thought for a moment and replied, "Yes, the Fire Dragon Lord was one of the first few Primarchs to return. You have witnessed my prowess on the battlefield, and you have also witnessed me and my descendants embracing each other in the glory of defeat. But the Primarch of the Faced Legion has not returned, and there is no news to this day."

"Hmm."

But now the situation is getting worse.

"The name of the Faced One sounds a bit strange, but in fact, according to your impression, the personalities of the soldiers of the 11th Legion are quite wrong."

"Indeed, there are some similarities."

It is by no means a peaceful matter, and all aspects need to be considered.

The pale halo of the Emperor sprinkled under me, making me look worried.

A few months have passed, and there are fewer signs of training under Clay.

When the ripples in the warp were raised.

You also saw Clay there.

Lasharon said that the Forge World of Talki is under the route to Bawei VII.

Clay scratched his head and stood up from under the chair with a smile on his face.

One of them is naturally Duran's Scapin mechanical troops, whose fully armed power armor can enable ordinary people to have strong offensive and defensive capabilities to compete with Astartes.

It is easy to stay in the Forge World, and a slight change of course can meet the requirements of the little angel.

"Mother."

Sheng Xiangxianxing smiled, "Thank you for your compliment."

Sheng Xiangxianxing herself was not affected too much.

Those warships have obviously gone through a brutal war.

Astalon added loudly.

Unexpectedly.

Looking from a distance.

In the physical sense.

We have no chance to leave that warship in our lifetime. We were born under the Red Tears and died under the Red Tears.

The chaotic and treacherous waves brought less safety to long-distance voyages. Sometimes, in a trance, you can even see the hideous reflection of the devil flashing through the window.

In some of the least damaged places.