Chapter 184 End and Conclusion

After finishing the conversation with Malcador, Sanguinius breathed a sigh of relief.

Talking to smart people is not an easy thing. It requires extreme caution and is very energy-consuming.

However...

After this matter is resolved, it is time to leave the Randan system.

Before that.

Sanguinius still needs to see his brothers.

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Nidhogg.

"So, you plan to evacuate from the Randan system." Russ, who was heavily drunk, scratched his head. Almost in the blink of an eye, the slight blush on his face disappeared, as if those barrels of Fenris Wolf Wine that were enough to make Astartes have a splitting headache and faint were like boiled water to him.

"I'm really reluctant to part with you. I don't know when we'll meet again."

"Fine wine from Caliban."

"Hmm."

After a brief pause, Saint Azkay continued, "Before the Little Wolf War began, my father had a conversation with you. During this conversation, I mentioned the Warmaster to you - does he know about that?"

Lion held the wine glass and answered fiercely, "As for the title of Warmaster, you will compete, but this is your duty in the long run, and it is worth your consideration now."

It is the Qu Zhenli.

"You came to say goodbye to him that time, Leon."

But as the energy in the subspace engine was injected into the Geller's position, the battleship slowly stabilized.

But the Primarch's keen perception still allowed him to see at a glance that Gilleslon's right arm was not natural when it moved, and it should be broken. Moreover, the guy's front teeth were missing, and he spoke with a hissing sound.

All the portholes under the warship, any holes that are not in direct contact with the outside world are blocked, and the starlight in the sky disappears. But Saint Azkai is not like Leon or the Wolf King, who has an almost obsessive pursuit of the dark environment.

Under the light of the fire.

If there is no similarity between the Qu Zhenli and the Nidhogg, it must be that the light under the two warships is very bright. The wolves think that the dark environment cannot keep alert, and the dark angels simply hate such a serious and secretive atmosphere.

Gilleslon hurriedly argued, "You broke this big guy's leg. You should ask the technical sergeant to customize a wheelchair for me so that I can participate in abnormal patrols."

In Leon's private meeting room, Saint Azkai sat under a narrow stone chair.

There was a rustling sound outside the dark corner.

Saint Azkai suddenly felt a little ashamed.

The First Legion will undoubtedly suffer heavy losses.

"You are the eldest son of the Emperor, you should shoulder your responsibilities."

"Really? But you are serious."

"These guys recognize each other when they fight. Is it because of feelings or blame? Hehehe."

"It is indeed a rare wine." Saint Azkai said with a smile and sincerity.

Just a little force.

"Gift?"

Kano shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.

Two weak little hands held the wolf's hind legs respectively, and the light pink belly was exposed behind Saint Azkai.

You know that under the rough appearance of the wolf king, there is no delicate heart.

Stay in the arms of Saint Azkai, the big wolf cub's courage gradually shrank. It stuck its head out from the gap between the angel's soft chest and arms, and made an angry whimper at the wolf king. The former stomped his feet backwards, and the big wolf cub was frightened and screamed, and shrank its head back into the soft chest of the little angel like a frightened mole.

But indeed, at a certain moment just now, a smile flashed across Leon's face.

The wild wolf fell to the ground and then rushed into Saint Azka's arms.

"What about him?"

Leon was wearing a white shirt.

Before saying goodbye to the two brothers.

"Speaking of which, I really have to thank you for the victory in this war."

"Thank you..."

I was holding a big furry wolf cub in my hand.

Although I only took a quick glance, it returned to its original state very slowly.

The decoration of the conference room is simple, and even at a glance, no mechanized technological ornaments can be seen.

Ran Dan laughed, came to Saint Azka and patted your shoulder. Then he stretched out his arms. I am not the shortest among the brothers, but I am definitely the strongest among them. The bear-like weak hug almost kneaded the angel into his arms.

Ran Dan said, "Although it is the product of inbreeding, it is very weak."

But when the Wolf King really said those things without reservation, Saint Feng Hansheng still didn't feel trusted.

"Forget it, let's talk about those things first today." The Wolf King waved his hand and cleverly changed the subject.

"This is indeed an unforgettable time." Sanguinius said with a smile.

When the Wolf King let go of his hand.

"It's a bad thing."

"Everyone must be afraid of Bai An, so who will stop Bai An." Leon said in a fierce tone.

"Bad, it seems that they were heavy that time."

The Fourth Legion Fleet with the Red Tears as its flagship ended its voyage and retreated into the subspace.

Saint Azkai stood under the deck of the Red Tears.

I have a tall figure, and green eyes on the ends of my golden hair. Leon meets all the imaginations of knights. The Primarchs have their own demeanor, but Leon is undoubtedly the most difficult to attract. I'm sure that if I attend a certain banquet, many men will be so excited that they will faint.

"The same to you……"

The bottle stopper made of cork fell out of the bottle mouth with the sound of gas leakage.

Leon pushed the goblet full of wine in front of St. Azike, "I hope he will be disgusted."

In that case, definitely continue to choose to fight.

The two Primarchs stood with their backs against the roaring fireplace, their postures very relaxed in the dark and warm room.

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Boom!

Leon nodded in silence.

This was used to make up for the tragic losses suffered in the Little Wolf War.

"It's a very labor-intensive job, and a lot of blood will be shed."

The walls, ceiling above the head, and even the floor under the feet of the Red Tears are all equipped with beautiful lumen light sets.

Saint Azke was stunned before hearing this.

As a dim light flashed across, spiderweb-like thunder surged in the void behind him.

The Wolf King said as he drunkenly walked into the darkness, "It's very hateful. He will definitely hate that big guy."

Even picking up a thin piece of paper from the ground was easy for the Primarch when fully armed. Therefore, in non-combat and non-alert states, the original bodies, including the Astartes, hated wandering around in power armor.

"It is your honor to fight alongside him, Leon." Saint Azke stood up and spoke in a very sincere tone.

The barrier between the real world and the subspace was cut open, and the crimson energy turbulence in the vast ocean washed away the original flagship. Even the Glory King-class battleship, which is no more than seventy years old, looks great in the vast power of the subspace, bumping violently like a canoe under the waves.

"Actually, you hate this thing too much."

The Wolf King looked at the crackling firewood, "If it weren't for you, we and the Dark Angels would have suffered serious losses. Whether the war in Ran Dan could be ended now is still uncertain. After all, in this war, Before we started, no one would have imagined that a Primarch would betray the Imperium..."

Uh-huh!

Bringing the light are promethium torches placed under the walls.

"If he loses too little strength in the Xiaolang battlefield, it will be very difficult for him to compete for the war master. Moreover, he is also tired and wants to push himself too hard."

In the light of the fire.

That was the first time Saint Azke saw that big creature under the Hognid, and you hugged it after that.

The Dark Angels are indeed the weakest legion today, but the remaining remnants of these little wolves are also to be underestimated. When Chao Che was still alive, those beasts had no worries. But now that the Little Wolf home planet has not been exterminated by the empire, these mechanical overlords will only become crazier than ever before.

Leon nodded, "The Blood Angels have not yet reached the limit of what they can bear, and the victory or defeat in the Little Wolf battlefield has already been decided. What follows is either one after another or a series of exterminations, purging these fallen compatriots and the aliens who take advantage of the opportunity to rob." , restore order.”

I'm not as strong as Ran Dan, but I'm shorter than the Wolf King.

"It's abhorrent."

Saint Feng Hansheng's eyes paused for a moment under Leon's expressive face.

St. Feng Hansheng looked at Kano beside him. The former's two eyes were swollen like pandas, and there was a thick bandage wrapped under his head. "Did he go over to watch the battle? How did he get himself into that state?"

Ran Dan laughed and said, "But you know that your heirs will grow up, so you will act like the leader we ideally want."

Those white glass lamps have even been called works of art when lit.

Leon's lips curled up.

"How about calling it Ran Dan? I hope it can be as brave as him in the future."

Saint Feng Hansheng reached out to take it, put it to his lips and tasted it carefully.

"Looking forward to our last meeting."

I'm not wearing any armor.

"It's pretty bad."

In order to avoid unexpected encounters or contamination during subspace navigation.

You stretched out your hand to rub your temples and opened your eyes without feeling tired.

The wine pulp has a mellow taste and rich fragrance, and is also mixed with a light fresh fruity aroma. For the Blood Angel Primarch with developed senses, you can even taste the beautiful and bad pictures of Caliban's orchards before it rains from outside the drink.

Hear that.

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Every time he retreated into the subspace, Saint Azkai had to concentrate on fighting the part of his soul that belonged to the real universe, and that time was no different. Perhaps it was because Feng Han used too little psychic energy on the battlefield, but Saint Feng Hansheng could clearly feel that the attraction of subspace to him was weakening.

"What you gave him was something else."

Retreat into the subspace at a constant speed.

I went from being unable to fight back against the legion veterans to now being able to fight without even coming back. I have made a huge step back in the long run.

The smile on Saint Azke's face revealed his joy, "What is its name, your brother?"

Saint Azke put the wine glass on his hands and reminded him in a very subtle way.

"Yes Ran Dan, you were joking just now." Saint Gillis hurriedly explained.

We will get a wave of troop recruitment and the latest models of equipment under Druun.

The firelight swayed, and Leon's knuckled fingers heavily stroked the bottom of the glass bottle.

Along with the wolf king's slightly less angry curse, "The big guy dares to bite you. Don't make you angry. Otherwise, you will get the bad fruit."

Heavily armed armor is a weapon on the battlefield.

The blood-red wine was poured into the low-heeled glass with the sound of clinking liquids, and the mellow aroma of the wine quietly filled the closed conference room.

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The wolf king, as strong and majestic as a grizzly bear, staggered in the firelight.

"How can war be bloody?" Leon could certainly understand the hidden meaning in Saint Azkai's words, and knew the weight of his words at this moment. But I still chose to speak, without a trace of firmness.

"You said you would give him a gift, and now it's time to redeem your promise."

Seeing Gilleslon standing behind him with a bruised face, Saint Azkai immediately said in a teasing tone, "It seems that the chief of your Holy Blood Guard is slightly inferior to the Flesh Tearer under the ring."

"Yes, and no!"

Chains decorated with skulls hung from the ceiling, and crystalline fragrances were placed outside to dispel the metallic stench brought by the burning of promethium. As for the scent, it reminds Saint Azkai of a deep, noisy, and light-filled forest.

The dim light dispels the darkness.

"It hasn't been named yet." The wolf king's eyes wandered under the little angel's smile, and he shrugged his shoulders, "Now he is its keeper."

"You know."

Although Gilleslon tried his best to pretend to be serious in front of Saint Azkai.

You are wearing a plain white robe, with a relaxed posture, leaning on your chin with your ice-white arm, looking at the chief among the primarchs in front of you.

The smile on the wolf king's face seems a little bitter.

The angel's delicate fingers shake the wine glass.

We will go to the planet Seneca in the Ordin system of the Extreme Star Region, search for the whereabouts of the Wanbian Siji under it, and build the fourth legion's intelligent control legion. Then we will go to Nostramo in the Borderland System to search for brothers who may have landed under it, and finally go to the planet Druun to meet with the primarch of the 18th Legion, Horandan.

"Thank you."

"That's the child of Kuwaichi and Kili. It's really a ghost. Those two wolves are brother and sister, but they are messing around under your boat." Ran Dan cursed rudely.

Saint Azkai said in a joking tone.

Red wine is also a kind of art. Saint Azkai has a deep understanding of it.

"Hee hee!"

Saint Azkai raised his head and laughed again, "Forget about the wolf wine from Finvis. You admire their bravery on the battlefield, but it is obvious that there is no difference in your taste for pleasure."

The wolf king sighed with some emotion.

Saint Feng Hansheng could only see half of Leon's pale face, while the other side of my face was hidden in the foggy white darkness.

But in daily life, it always brings all kinds of inconvenience.

Ran Dan touched his chin, "Just call it that name. He will definitely think of you when he sees that wolf cub before."

"Here, a hateful big wolf cub, if he grows up."