Chapter 42: Live up to the Blood of Sanguinius! (Please Read On)
Kano walked to the weapon rack next to the martial arts arena.
There were a variety of halberds and long swords on the rack, and spiked clubs were next to hooked flails.
There were various kinds of weapons between the fist blades and round shields.
He picked out a capable battle axe from among them. It was indeed heavy, but the broken blade made it look not so sharp.
Nero Purvis stood in front of him.
He was a tall warrior, a veteran from the Tenth Company of the Moon Wolves.
He wore black breeches and boots, and a loose vest on his upper body. There were traces of mechanical transformation on his left hand, and at the end was a centipede-like twisted scar, which looked very conspicuous. Although hideous, it represented a special honor.
In a boarding battle against the Eldar.
Purvis's palm was caught in the broken steel bracket. He did not hesitate to cut off his left hand with a chainsaw sword and joined the battlefield.
And in this brutal war, he protected his teammates. This brave act was commended by Horus, the Primarch of the 16th Legion, and also won Purvis reputation in the expedition fleet.
Now——
Purvis is his instructor.
At the request of Sanguinius, these veterans of the Luna Wolves will be responsible for instructing them in Astartes tactics and means of war, and most importantly, maintaining loyalty to the Emperor and the Empire.
They are war angels shaped by the Emperor himself, who are willing to die and burn the demons and monsters in the universe.
Kano looks much taller than Purvis.
This comes from the special gift of Baal.
Baal itself is a low-gravity planet, and the people living here are generally taller than the people on other planets. The cruel natural environment on Baal and the endless slaughter and hunting of mutants make everyone who can survive in it an excellent warrior.
Strong physique and extraordinary courage, only both can survive in the cruel radiation purgatory.
Kano was extremely strong, and the 19 transformation surgeries of the Space Marines raised this strength to an inhuman level.
Most Astartes monks are about 2.5 meters tall on average, but Kano is almost 2.8 meters tall, and his muscles are slender and strong, just like the Primarch himself, full of strength and coordinated beauty.
But a strong physique did not give Kano the belief that he would win.
He stood on the ring with Purvis.
The latter had a smile on his face. His transformed left hand was wrapped with spiked chains, and his right hand was an ordinary long sword forged from black iron.
His muscles stretched freely all over his body, like a horse walking on the grassland. But the dangerous sense of oppression made Kano breathe quickly and clench his teeth, as if he was a prey targeted by a hunter.
"I'm going to start."
Kano panted, and the sound squeezed out from his teeth. He raised the battle axe in his hand horizontally and was ready to attack.
"I'm here, I can start at any time." Purvis nodded slightly.
Swish!
Kano leaned forward in the blink of an eye.
Strength, a strength he had never felt before, burst out in his muscles.
He felt that what was flowing in his veins was no longer blood, but hot magma.
He could run nearly a hundred meters in a breath, and he could also swing seven or eight deadly blades in a blink of an eye.
Monster!
He felt that he was a monster now.
A war machine controlled by human thinking and angelic virtues.
Bang!
Purvis held the long sword in reverse to block.
Metal collided, sparks burst, and vague memories gradually became clear in Kano's brain.
——
This was a closed secret room, filled with holy incense.
Ritual candles were lit in the four corners of the room, and the weak light could not dispel the darkness in the secret room. The darkness enveloped him like a cold mist, and Kano had a severe headache, and his consciousness was rolling and stirring like a tear.
He remembered that he was panting.
In the scarlet afterglow, he could vaguely see his companions shrouded in darkness.
Ladolon, who had a bad face all day, the poet Kelly, and the Tara brothers from the Mesa tribe. They all knelt here, wearing only ceremonial loincloths, and their strong muscles rose and fell violently with heavy breathing like galloping war horses.
He held the Holy Grail carrying the blood meal in his hand, and the gene seed of the Immortal Nine was soaked in blood.
Hot!
He felt like he was being smoked in a furnace.
Large pieces of sweat seeped out from the sticky pores, and then flowed along the curves of the muscles under the action of gravity.
He longed to drink the blood in the Holy Grail.
But it was not time yet.
He had to persist.
Angel——
An angel with ice-white wings appeared in front of him.
She seemed to be made of shadows, with only a little flesh to shape her gender.
A cold and gentle light emanated from the wings behind the angel, covering his body and dispelling the almost unbearable heat.
The fragrance of blood.
Kano breathed in big gulps, his greedy eyes staring at the Holy Grail tightly held in the angel's hand.
The same Holy Grail has different functions.
The Holy Grail in the angel's hand is a cruel blood-collecting device, made of golden oxidized metal.
Dense black spikes lined the bottom of the Holy Grail, which was hollow inside. The sharp spikes pierced the angel's flawless white palm, greedily sucking sweet blood from it. Slowly injected into the metal Holy Grail in the upper part.
Tick!
The Holy Grail slowly tilted, and a drop of blood from the original body fell into the cutlery in Kano's hand.
As the two completely different bloods merged into one.
First, a ripple spread in the blood meal, and then began to boil violently.
A large number of bubbles surged upwards with a gurgling sound, and the ups and downs of the gene seed received the activation signal at this moment.
It beat violently like a heart, and then melted into the Holy Grail, making it extremely viscous.
Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!
Kano shouted silently in his heart, and then raised his head to drink the blood meal in the Holy Grail.