Chapter 151 Sanguinius, the Succubus of the Empire (Please Order)

Chapter 150 Sanguinius, the Succubus of the Empire (Please Order)

Boom!

Accompanied by a violent turbulence, the connection between the subspace and the real universe was torn apart.

The magnificent and huge hull of the Red Tear emerged from the vast crimson ocean. The unstable electromagnetic force fields collided with each other, covering the ceramic steel armor and plastic metal of the warship with a layer of orange-yellow flowing flames, and the polished metal shone in the flames.

The tactical command deck of the Red Tear.

The angel spread her wings, and her servants were armoring her.

The silver chains, gold ornaments, and precious jewels hanging on the wings were carefully taken off.

The forged steel, which had been tempered for thousands of times, covered the body piece by piece with a loud snapping sound, and finally combined into a natural whole under the ingenious skills of the craftsmen.

This armor named King's Pride is complex in design.

There are thousands of parts all over the body.

And coupled with the inconvenience caused by the wings behind the angel, it is almost impossible for the angel to wear armor by his own strength.

What's even more satisfying is that I didn't hide anything from myself.

Felix was firm for a long time, and a smile floated on his iron-white face.

This is the first time.

The cold and soft fingertips of the little angel touched Hel's dark face heavily and passed by.

In the world of Corcyra, in order to cover the civilians under the forge world, tens of thousands of space warriors were sent to face the orcs of the entire galaxy, and suffered heavy losses.

"The cold winter of Fenweis, you are not wasting your time gathering there!"

Saint Swinn did not think of blaming Kano, just like Yolin had no status to the Wolf King.

Kano exhaled heavily, and I replied with a pale face, "What's the matter, you are very bad."

La Shaolong's serious voice came from the front, "Kao Weichenli of the First Legion, and the lower-level members of the same legion have held a large welcome party under the flagship of the Dark Angel, Qu Zhenli. Are you ready to go?"

Vaughn's small door opened hastily.

"Father is very bad." Nomien replied with a smile, "Your legion is being forged into a war weapon by me. In the past few decades, you have learned a lot from me."

"He is not the Lion King, and he is not qualified to give orders to the Shadow Moon Stone. You brought all the elites, and that power is for him to squander."

A pair of ice-white wings, and then the mother's worried face.

"Is Vulcan bad recently?"

That thing is certain.

The bloody faces stared at the sky, with hatred in the pure white eyes.

The war machinery equipped below is also more sophisticated and powerful.

The descendant replied proudly, "In the years since I was buried in the Terror, countless enemies of the Empire have died in your iron claws."

"Kano!"

"The Gray Wolf Mushilo, his father left him alone there?"

The golden armor wrapped the angel's terrifying glory in it.

Abaddon sat under Vaughn's narrow chair, his sky-high braids stood up low like a thick sugarcane, looking calm and composed.

A strange hissing sound came from the surging mist, and a corner of the hideous mechanical limbs appeared in the mist.

——

But I don't know why.

Even the original body needs to raise his head slightly to see the simulated face of the Tactical Terror.

"By the way, where is the descendant?"

In the shadow behind Nomin, the huge scarlet Tactical Terror mecha walked out of the white darkness, the ground trembled slightly with its movement, and the heavy steel engine sound echoed in the closed and bright room.

Saint Sweyn said in a heavy voice, "Did you expect him to become like that?"

Even if the Primarch was found.

Saint Wei Chenli looked at the white-faced warrior wearing dark green armor and a fire lizard skin tied around his waist.

Saint Wei Chenli patted Kano's shoulder heavily, turned around and nodded to La Shaolong.

The wolf lord of the Space Wolves, Canglang Mushiluo, squatted in the shadow of the corner, with his thick arms hanging naturally. I was panting violently like a bloodthirsty beast, and my nose with iron rings sniffed the various body odors outside the air.

The male warrior with wings on his back and wearing golden armor walked from the dark corridor.

I was the first pure-blooded human that Saint Wei Chenli saw before he woke up from the incubator.

"The Lion King said you don't have an ordinary charm."

Awaiman is the chief think tank of the Thousand Sons Legion, the founder of the White Crow School, and a master of psychic use.

So,

"Kahn, you often hear your Heirs mention him. We all say that he is a weak warrior and a decisive leader. During the years of the Little Expedition, he won a lot of honor for the Legion." Saint Swain stretched out his hand to Kahn, with a tone and demeanor.

Saint Swain smiled and nodded, and your words revealed intimacy and respect.

I got up from Vaughn's bench, with an obvious smile on my face, and bowed slightly to the little angel, "It's been a long time since I last saw you. The glory under you is greater than before."

After Vulcan returned to the Salamander Legion.

The Fourth Legion and the Seventeenth Legion were assigned to fight in the most brutal and good battlefields.

"You are outside."

"You heard that he made a lot of achievements in the Little Expedition. I hope time will erase the friendship between you."

Even if I have never seen my brother.

You know all about Kano's loyalties, beliefs, and lies.

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Our silence is our word.

On the contrary, I was so angry that I almost died, my chest was shaking, and I felt a vague pain all over my body.

Someone has to help.

Some unexpected people include the most unruly and tame warriors.

Under the Dawn Star, Awaiman used his psychic powers to defeat many invading Stormbirds from the air, thereby protecting the entire city and the millions of refugees gathered within it.

Even,

"You suspect that it is because of my trust in his ability. His actions outside are also related to his father's safety. Every choice he makes has far-reaching consequences and can even directly determine the failure or victory of that war. ”

Salamander's Captain Nomine had an awkward smile on his face, and I tried my best to say something.

Those bastards have complete command and movement, and all of them are young masters.

A moment ago.

A small group of giants from the same legion gathered in the conference room.

In the early days of small expeditions,

The Blood Angels' Librarians are suffering from horrific hallucinations.

But it is difficult to speak in such an environment.

Like other Salamanders, Nomin's stature is very small even among the Astartes. I am completely white, and my white teeth only show when I smile.

I was trapped in a maze of joy and despair.

At the very least, let the gossiping evildoers like the Empire stand up for a rebuttal.

‘I’m sure he can step off the battlefield, then everything will be a foregone conclusion’

The bloody bodies of the brothers fell to the ground, and the perfect face we inherited from our mother was brutally cut off.

The chaotic and slightly dull voice broke the deadlock in the room. Everyone raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.

Walk alone.

Awaiman was wearing blue and white power armor, with short hair, bright white eyes, and a scholar-like gentleness on his face. "Little Magnus misses this time with you very much. If you don't have the chance, please Be sure to sit under Prospero, little Magnus will be very happy."

The Dark Angels were once arguably the weakest legion in the Little Crusade.

The flagship of Dark Angel is Qu Zhen.

Among the crowd, First Captain Abaddon, made of Shadowmoon Stone, was the first to respond.

Beside me is Togaton.

Saint Wei Chenli spoke to the wild warrior from Fenwais. The former's breathing became heavier, and his pair of beast-like red eyes stared at the angel behind him without fear.

"so sorry."

Corgeles's face turned pale with anger, and white smoke almost came out from under his head.

Saint Sveyne looked into the warrior's eyes.

Such a process has not been avoided, and the early glory of Little Expedition has not yet returned.

The wild wolf calmed down and nodded towards the little angel.

"call!"

That Fearless mecha was obviously a special type, far smaller and thicker than the special Fearless.

"Flix, you are very happy to see him outside." Saint Sveyne said to the silent Iron Warrior outside the corner, "You heard your brother Perturabo said that he is my best One of the Haiers, his arrival will make you even more powerful."

"His current condition looks very disturbing, and he looks very worried." The little angel's voice is as gentle as ever. You frown and ask, "Did you encounter any problems?"

The angel stood up from his throne and looked around with his amber eyes.

"Yeah?"

Togaton on the other side added, "But unfortunately, the war that broke out in the southern part of the galaxy has made me very anxious. I really can't get out of the war on the back line."

"My lord!"

The ground was littered with corpses.

Instead, he was reflecting on himself whether he had done anything accurate in the past period of time, which made his Wei Chen willing to hide nothing about it.

Before St. Svein could figure out the answer to the question.

Except for Kano.

"little angel."

Others will say that the Shadowmoon Stones are disciplined, the Iron Hands have the least achievements in the Little Crusade so far, and the Ultramarines are ambitious. Even the Blood Angels and Iron Warriors can be praised from the same perspective. Regardless of whether those words are true or false, the decline of Dark Angel's status in the Little Crusade is indeed true.

Just got out of a quiet argument.

I stood firm, stretched out my hand and held the little angel tightly.

"It's just a small amount of merit." Kahn could feel the angel's sincerity and insult.

"Thank you for your concern, little angel." The heir laughed out loud, as if he was not at all sad about his current appearance, "On the day you become an Astartes, you have not yet become one with death. . For you, as long as you can better serve the Emperor and all mankind, what kind of form is important to you."

Saint Swayne knows what his Weichens need and what they lack, so he also understands what the war dogs need and how to get along with us.

"Everything is bad."

This is a shining star carved into human form, and the charm of being unique radiates from beneath you.

Wherever the sun shines, the ice and snow melt.

Saint Sven's frown deepened.

If it weren't for the restraint of Caliban's knights, I would immediately be cursing like these barbarians under Fenwais.

Two thoughts were boiling in the mind of the think tank.

The heavy breathing of Cang Lang Mu Shiluo gradually subsided, and I seemed to be lost in some kind of thinking.

There was no fear on the faces of her heirs, but excitement.

'Surely he wants to defeat death, so he must embrace death'

In the conference room.

"you……"

'Only you can change the fate of the Legion'

This is just a blurry or clear picture.

Just when the meeting reached an impasse, a series of sparse footsteps came from the small door of the conference room.

There was a rare quality in me, and St. Swayne was impressed upon me.

It's been a long time.

They had fought side by side for decades.

Another huge force clogged my throat.

That smile finally turned into an emotional expression, "You are just a special warrior, there is no difference between you and the seven thousand Iron Warriors who came outside."

But even so, I still dispatched the first company with the most elite equipment to the Randan battlefield...

"War dogs cannot be sacrificed for the empire, but your sacrifice should be worthless!"

Kano, in the eyes of Saint Swain, is also unique.

"you……"

Saint Sven turned his gaze to the person at the front of the small hall, Caugelius, the young steward of the Dark Angels of the First Legion.

The atmosphere was so high that it was hard for the heart to beat.

Your tone was gentle, but with a hint of admonition, "You suspect that he is the most cunning wolf, so please live up to Russ's expectations of him."

but now,

At this moment, everyone stood up and prepared to welcome him.

That's never happened before.

"Nomin."

Corgeles bowed slightly towards the little angel, and then took the initiative to speak, "That is indeed a weak and rare talent. You represent all the Dark Angels and welcome you, the emperor's man, the empire's little one." Angel."

Both company commanders were wearing pearl-white Terminator armor, and their whole bodies were shining with icy cold light.

Liven up the atmosphere.

Kano's emotional changes were written directly on his face. Even with or without the superhuman insight of the original body, Saint Sveyne could detect that something was not right with him.

In such an environment, the soldiers of the two legions formed a lot of precious comradeship. The same situation and similar experiences made it difficult for us to empathize with each other.

"Awaiman, what's the situation of their legions?"

There's blood everywhere!

The enemy is at hand.

"And that weapon was made by your father himself. It is fused with the softest flame crystal in the galaxy. It has amazing defense and can regress and repair itself."

St. Sven still felt a heavy trust from such behavior.

I felt a sense of guilt for deceiving my mother that could not be forgiven, but the scene I just saw made Kano feel a huge crisis in his heart.

The surrounding darkness was as deep as substance, like an abyss that swallowed everything.

Until I saw it in the white darkness...

Blood!

Just because of your arrival, the negative emotions such as darkness and anger in the small hall quietly dissipated.

A high-pitched mechanical sound came from the iron coffin.

Before some pleasantries.

You ordered, "Let's go immediately."

I instinctively wanted to report the scene just now to my mother.

Qu Zhenren, known for its dark and serious atmosphere, seems to be shrouded in a hazy light at this moment.

"Yeah, definitely." St. Swayne nodded.

a moment ago.

The atmosphere in the conference room became visibly quiet.

St. Svein never thought of blaming his Hale.

The heir is the leader of the Fourteenth Legion, an outgoing and gentle warrior.

"Your father would like to come and see him."