Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry - #1109 - Chapter 1106 waaagh Ergan

“My brother, do you still want to hide it?” Sanguinius said to Guilliman in the communication channel, “Hurry up and liberate your essence, otherwise you will have no battle to fight~”

“I have no warp essence, it’s that simple.”

“Okay, okay, I really don’t know what you are obsessed with.” Sanguinius shook his head and focused on the Blood Angel.

“Father, don’t you liberate your subspace essence?” Dante asked.

Sanguinius shook his head, showing that he had no hope of despair.

“Isn’t the Horus Heresy hopeless for you? We might have been better off without that battle.”

“I’m not desperate, I’m just angry and disappointed with Horus.”

“Then the Emperor is seriously injured and ascends to the throne, and the future of mankind is bleak. Isn’t this despairing?”

“Haha…” Sanguinius pursed his lips and smiled softly, and even touched Dante’s head, “My child, I died earlier than my father, and he was desperate too. ”

Dante realized his mistake, lowered his head in shame, and chose to remain silent.

Sanguinius didn’t care about Dante’s mistake. He scanned the entire battlefield, watching the Emperor and the Primarchs advance farther and farther into the enemy waves, and then sighed, “As long as we are alive, hope will be there.” Still here, it’s like I just saw you. Do you know anything about the group’s past?”

“Well…we are a group of savage ghouls. Only after meeting you did we understand the value of courage and glory.”

“So, there is nothing to despair about. The only despair is to be unable to fight. Besides, even if there is no subspace essence, the battle cannot be fought?”

Sanguinius smiled confidently, which immediately reminded Dante of the previous battle in which the Blood Angels were surrounded by two orc heavily armored legions.

The Blood Angels deal with one, and Sanguinius deals with the other.

When Dante finished solving the problem and went to support Sanguinius, he found that he was combing his feathers, and there was no blood on his golden armor. Behind him, orc corpses lay everywhere, and the remains of Titans vomited thick Thick black smoke.

This made Dante sometimes murmur in his mind that the subspace nature of Sanguinius might be that he was both handsome and ridiculously strong.

The white wings spread out, and then with a violent shake, Sanguinius soared into the air without forgetting to say these words to Dante.

“When this battle is won, you can go and rest.”

“Really?” Dante asked excitedly, and then he suddenly suppressed his rudeness. How could he be so greedy and apply for the hard-won peace from the father of the original body.

But these words still caused waves in Dante’s heart, and his body under the power armor became even more excited and powerful.

“Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!”

Dante shouted, and the Blood Angels responded in unison, chasing the figure of Sanguinius in the sky into the battlefield.

Sanguinius just smiled, secretly sighing that Dante was such an innocent kid.

Vulkan saw Sanguinius. He stared at Sanguinius for a long time without blinking, like a child who was deeply attracted by shiny jewelry. His red eyes exuded innocent light.

After the Beast Wars, Vulkan merged with the orcs’ nonsensical consciousness, causing him to sometimes be in an abnormal mental state.

The brothers were worried about Vulkan’s current situation, and Magnus even raised the issue of letting Vulkan become a demon and then find a way to clear the orc’s consciousness.

This heretical and bold suggestion only received Vulcan’s love and Waaagh! In a strong embrace, the latter’s psychic spine almost broke again.

“Father? Father, are you okay?” Tushan, the leader of the Salamanders Chapter, asked softly. Like other Salamanders, he knew that Vulcan had some mental problems.

But this does not affect the Salamander warriors’ love for Vulkan. They communicate with Vulkan with infinite enthusiasm and respect, just like a filial son trying to make his Alzheimer’s father happy.

Vulkan didn’t hear Tushan’s call and continued to watch Sanguinius flying up and down with his head raised.

Tushan had no choice but to take out the cast-iron hammer that Vulkan had given him after his return, and smashed it on Vulcan’s head.

Suffering such a heavy blow, Vulkan only took half a step back to relieve his strength, and his strong head was unscathed.

The buzzing sound of the beating was not as loud as the apology in Tushan’s heart, but this action finally made Vulkan’s consciousness much clearer.

“Ah! Tushan! My son!”

Vulkan picked up Tushan with one arm and rubbed his face affectionately against Tushan’s helmet.

Tushan was deeply moved to receive such care from the original body, but the most important issue at the moment was the battle. The Salamanders, like other chapters, longed for the original body to lead them to win countless glory and glory.

“Ah fight…” Vulgan’s joyful face turned solemn as soon as he was reminded by Tushan, which reminded Tushan of the black fire iron ore produced at the bottom of Nocturne’s blazing volcano.

Looking around, the enemies Salamander faced were mostly well-equipped orcs.

Vulkan laughed a few times, his voice full of disdain for the orcs. He pointed at the orc who was the largest and best-equipped among the orcs and said, “Look at that little guy! How thin and weak he is! Even if I use a You can kill him with just one finger!”

“Boys, follow me! I’ll teach you how to fight!” Vulcan shook his head, “Tushan, order the soldiers to take out all the flamethrowers. We want these green-skinned barbarians to see the fury of the fire dragon. !”

“It’s going to be a great barbecue! We can have a lot of fun playing with fire! Their biubiu weapons sound boring, and they look like they can sting your eyes! How can our fire breathers be so powerful?”

Tushan was confused by Vulkan’s sometimes normal and sometimes ridiculous accent, but fortunately Tushan had been dealing with orcs for many years, so he could understand Vulkan’s orders.

Among all the legions, the Salamanders are the best at using fire to incinerate their enemies. Their control of flames is perfect, and every drop of promethium they spit out will not be wasted.

Vulkan put his big flamethrower on his body. He called this thing the Fire Dragon’s Wow, which meant that the fire dragons on Nocturne would scream in shock when they saw this flamethrower.

Although the name is a bit weird, it was criticized by the brothers. But the appearance was full of brutal power. The huge fuel tank was fixed behind Vulcan through several belts, making him look like a heavy-duty humanoid truck transporting fuel.

Promethium fuel is connected to 10 ignition nozzles through hundreds of hoses. As long as the trigger as big as a mortal’s palm is pulled, hundreds of liters of promethium will be spit out.

Even if the fuel is not ignited, it can still drown people alive by relying on its quantity.

(Well, the beginning of a new book always feels retarded. I have to change it, otherwise it will be the same as the retarded beginning of this book, which will be troublesome)