Chapter 80 Everyone Loves Sanguinius (Please Order)

Chapter 79 Everyone loves Sanguinius (please order)

After this short interlude, the banquet came to its final stage.

"It's time to say goodbye again. I will miss these wonderful times fighting side by side with you for a long time in the future." Vaughn said with a smile, "I mean, in the Great Expedition, it was so enjoyable. There are very few wars worth remembering."

"Come on, hurry up, we won't miss you." Garnet said in a bad tone from the side.

"Ha ha."

Vaughn didn't take it to heart at all.

He smiled, and then pinched Garnet's cheek with his white-faced fingers, "On such an occasion, there is no need to be so serious."

"hiss--"

Garnet grinned, opened his mouth and bit Vaughn.

He bit it empty.

Vaughn moved his fingers away in anticipation.

"Bah!" Garnet spat on the soft volcanic ash at his feet. After thinking for a while, he added, "Silly man, remember to take care of yourself. I hope you won't be hung up on me next time you see me. Wall, or buried in fear."

"I'll take that as a blessing." Vaughan shrugged.

"And you, you are the bravest recruit I have ever seen." Vaughn looked at Kano, opened his arms, and the two hugged each other.

Because none of them were wearing armor.

The feeling of the muscles pressing together was a little weird, but not uncomfortable.

Kano patted Vaughan on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, I will miss you."

Suddenly cheers came from the crowd. Kano took a step back, stood on tiptoes, and looked curiously in the direction where everyone was pointing. The Archangel was seen giving the Fire Dragon Lord a gentle hug. It was a rare expression of emotion.

Out of pure childlike appreciation, unexpected yet reasonable.

The Fire Dragon Lord was stunned at first, then stretched out his hand to respond to the hug. When the two of them parted, a fiery red tear shone on the shoulder of the Glorious One.

"You are the best warrior I have ever seen."

The archangel said, "Strong yet gentle, I will look forward to meeting you next time."

The Lord of the Fire Dragon is the dry, dark land on Nocturne, a silent volcano, but now, there is also light flashing on this volcano. He was shocked by the straightforwardness shown by the angel, but this surprise quickly turned into a reserved smile, "Whether it is as a soldier or as the leader of the legion, I have a lot to learn from you."

"We all understand each other's personalities, so there is no need to say more words to praise each other." The Fire Dragon Lord said, "We will have the opportunity to meet and fight side by side next time."

Under the leadership of the Fire Dragon Lord, the two legions separated on the planet Atum.

Kano heard the laughter coming from Garnet's mouth.

There was obvious and undisguised malice in that laughter.

Among the veterans of the Ninth Legion, Garnet was one of those with some mental problems, but even so, Cano couldn't help but be curious, looked at his comrade and asked: "Why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at Horus."

Garnet shrugged and replied, "I guess he doesn't want to see this scene."

Kano tilted his head.

Recall that the two legions separated not long ago.

"Probably..." Kano chimed in: "I heard that the relationship between the original bodies is not particularly harmonious.

When Russ first returned to the empire, he almost got into a fight with Horus.

The relationship between Russ and Magnus does not seem to be very good. The Wolf King of Fenris believes that Magnus's psychic methods are too dangerous, while Magnus believes that the former is an out-and-out barbarian.

But, then again.

The Archangel seemed to have a deep bond with every Primarch he met, which was truly remarkable. "

Said.

Kano raised his head and puffed out his chest.

There was a sense of honor in his tone.

"snort."

Garnet snorted and said, "The strong are loved wherever they go.

Not to mention that our mother is so humble and perfect.

Of course everyone likes her. "

Under the gaze of the Ninth Legion, the soldiers of the Eighteenth Legion, led by the Primarch, boarded the Thunderhawk gunship and Stormbird, and disappeared into the dark sky of Atum in a flash of light.

The blue fire emitted by the engine tore through the low-hanging leaden clouds and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

"They are a group of strong and reliable comrades-in-arms, even if they are not inferior to those wolf pups led by the Wolf Shepherd God." Angel commented.

"Then will you miss the Wolf Shepherd and those wolf pups?"

Azkelon stepped forward and asked with a smile.

"Every day after I parted with them, I miss the time I spent on the Vengeful Spirit, but we have to look forward. We are the sword in the hands of the Emperor, and there are many who are tortured by xenos in the dark. The planet awaits our strength, and we have no time to stand still.”

The archangel smiled and spoke softly.

"What you said is absolutely correct." Radolon walked over with a serious face. "In fact, the 18th Legion left us a great gift. This gift is exactly what we urgently need. I think We should set off as soon as possible to have a look.”

"oh?"

Sanguinius looked at his heir with confusion on his face: "What kind of gift is it that makes you so solemn?"

"A complete forging world."

Radolon replied.

Suddenly, Azkelon and the Ninth Legion veterans who heard the conversation around him began to breathe heavily. Their excitement was not much different from that of travelers in the desert who saw an oasis with lush grass and water.

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"Forge World -" Sanguinius thought for a moment, "Is it Corcyra?"

"Yes!"

Radoron replied, "According to Regulation No. 721 issued by the War Council, as the Primarch, you are qualified to use the recovered world as your own recruiting planet, manage it and rebuild its facilities."

"In this regard.

Guilliman, the Lord of Macragge, did the best.

He is not only an excellent warrior, but also a perfect politician.

Each planet captured by the Thirteenth Legion will be arranged with a complete administrative system under his command, and the subsequent Mechanicus fleet will get the planet back on track as quickly as possible, and continuously produce the necessary materials for the Great Crusade."

"Each of my brothers is so outstanding. When I am with them, I often feel inferior because of my mediocrity." The archangel frowned and lamented.

"No, my beloved mother."

Radolon said, "If other Primarchs heard your words, they would be uneasy. Sometimes being too modest can hurt others."

"I'm not pretending to be modest, this is just my true thoughts."

Sanguinius thought about it and nodded: "However, what you said makes sense. Since we still have gaps compared with other brothers in some aspects, we should pay attention to the gap, the early bird catches the worm, and diligence can make up for shortcomings. Radolon, I have high hopes for you, you must work hard and redouble your efforts!"

"I will definitely not let you down!" Radolon said seriously.

Sanguinius patted Radolon's shoulder with relief and walked away gracefully. Radolon stood there, stunned for two or three seconds, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. My God, these tasks are what you are responsible for, why do you want me to redouble my efforts?

It's a pity.

The archangel has gone far away now.

She still had a tray full of food in her hand. She found Kano in the crowd, and then her eyes lit up, and she pulled the young boy over.

"Come on, come on, there are some duck necks left for you to eat."

The archangel smiled and said, "This is the food prepared by the local mortals for us. Vulcan and I are reluctant to eat it, so we left it for you."

"Really? You are so kind to me!"

Kano ran over flattered, but when he saw the black little heads on the plate.

He seemed a little hesitant: "Mom, I just ran out of Basilisk two years ago. I have seen little and read few books. Please don't lie to me. I think this thing doesn't look very delicious."

"How could I lie to you."

The angel handed the plate to Kano, and Kano ate all the food in it in one breath with clear stupidity on his face, without wasting anything.

The angel touched Kanoton's head with a relieved smile on his face.

"How does it taste?"

"It's OK, but it's a little choking."

Kano raised his head and swallowed the minced meat in his mouth into his throat.

His gene detection ganglion quickly took effect, and saw a group of mice with their tails entangled together digging holes in the dark and wet soil. Kano was shocked, "It turns out that ducks dig holes and live in the soil. I thought they lived in the water when I read in books."

"Seeing is believing, hearing is false." Kano said confidently.

"It's going to be bad!"

The smile on the archangel's face became a little stiff.

Just now, I was having fun and forgot that my offspring had the ability to obtain memories from food. I'm afraid I can't hide it in the future.

——

After saying goodbye to the mortal defenders on the planet Atum, the soldiers of the Ninth Legion returned to the flagship Red Tears.

The head of the Beast Emperor was hung on the red marble column in the reception hall after being embalmed.

The scene of the Archangel and the Lord of Fire Dragon fighting side by side in the beast tide with their backs facing each other was also painted into a solemn oil painting by the preachers.

This oil painting was created by dozens of mortal painters and is so huge.

When it was hung up, it occupied a wall that was 15 meters long and 7 meters wide.

"One day, every column in this hall will be hung with the medals of honor of the Ninth Legion!" Azkelon's eyes flashed with excitement, he held his head high and looked eager to try. Since the Archangel returned to the Legion, everything has been a new beginning.

In the past.

Even if they won in a difficult war.

No one would record it. Over time, even the soldiers of the Ninth Legion abandoned these rituals.

But now.

When the Archangel picked up these rituals again.

The smiles on the faces of the Legion soldiers proved that the veterans of the Ninth Legion were still eager for honor and recognition.

The fleet of the Ninth Legion set off towards the world of Corcyra, ready to take over this forging world.

Thanks to the efforts of the 18th Legion.

Most of the population of the Corcyra world was successfully evacuated.

People survived but land was lost, but both people and land survived.

As long as the population is still there, and the war ended quickly, most of the industrial facilities in the world of Corcyra were preserved relatively intact. Therefore, although this world has been ravaged by the beasts, as long as the aftermath work is done in place, it will soon be able to resume normal operation.

Continuously provide the Ninth Legion with the necessary weapons and equipment for the war.

The Ninth Legion is a legion that focuses on airborne assaults and close combat. But this does not mean that they have no demand for various heavy weapons.

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In fact, in any war, sufficient firepower coverage is the simplest and most direct way to win.

Close combat and decapitation operations are arranged as a last resort.

With the resources provided by the world of Corcyra.

They will be able to choose more combat methods in future wars.

When the soldiers of the Ninth Legion were looking forward to what would happen next, no one noticed that the smile on the angel's face gradually disappeared and became a little gloomy.

She came to the depths of the Red Tear and entered a private closed room.

Click!

The heavy door slowly closed on its hinges, and the last gap disappeared.

The whole room was like a square iron block, and there was no tiny gap on the wall.

The electric candle was lit on the tray extending from the wall, and the flickering orange-yellow flame of the disc player dispersed the darkness in the room.

This meditation room was not as simple and plain as the traditional military commanders.

In fact.

There were various exquisite crafts inside.

Small Norton beast sculptures carved from ice crystals on the planet Ossinis, beast fur hanging on the wall, and ritual weapons composed of adamantium and fire gold.

Some of these were made by Sanguinius himself, and some were gifts from his descendants.

She was a collector.

She did not reject her love for art. When she saw these exquisite objects or carved them with her heart. She could feel that her body and mind were completely in harmony, breaking free from the bloodthirsty madness in her genes, allowing her to enjoy this hard-earned peace.

She was still wearing the ceremonial white robe, with her snow-white wings folded.

The room was small, and filled with all kinds of delicate and fragile handicrafts.

It was difficult for the Primarch to move around inside with his height, but she didn't need to move either, as she could just reach out and take any piece of art in her hand and play with it carefully.

She lifted the hem of her robe and half-knelt on the ground.

+Come out+

She lowered her head and closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, the Archangel was back on the mysterious altar deep in the Baal Sands.