Chapter 1106 Waaagh Ergan
"My brother, are you still hiding it?" Sanguinius said to Guilliman in the communication channel, "Quickly release your essence, otherwise you will have no battle to fight~"
"I don't have the essence of the warp, it's that simple."
"Okay, okay, I really don't know what you are obsessed with." Sanguinius shook his head and set his eyes on the Blood Angels.
"Father, don't you release your own essence of the warp?" Dante asked.
Sanguinius shook his head, indicating that he could imagine when he was not desperate.
"Isn't the Horus Heresy despairing to you? If there hadn't been that battle, we might have been better off."
"No, I'm just angry and disappointed with Horus."
"The Emperor was seriously injured and ascended the throne. The future of mankind is bleak. Isn't this despairing?"
"Haha..." Sanguinius smiled softly and even stroked Dante's head. "My child, I died earlier than my father. If there is any despair, it should be him."
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 advancing further and further in the enemy's wave, and then sighed, "As long as we are alive, hope is still there, just like when I just met you. Do you know anything about the past of the Chapter?"
"Well... We are a group of barbaric ghouls. It was only after meeting you that we understood the value of courage and honor."
"So, there is nothing to despair about. The only thing that is most desperate is not being able to fight. Besides, even if there is no warp essence, the battle cannot be fought?"
Sanguinius smiled confidently, and immediately reminded Dante of the previous battle in which the Blood Angels were surrounded by two Ork heavy armored legions.
The Blood Angels dealt with one, and Sanguinius dealt with the other.
When Dante solved 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, the corpses of orcs were everywhere, and the remains of the Titans were spewing thick black smoke.
This sometimes made Dante wonder in his heart that Sanguinius's warp nature was probably just handsome and powerful.
The white wings spread out, and then shook violently, Sanguinius soared into the air. He did not forget to say this to Dante.
"When this battle is won, you can go to rest."
"Really?" Dante asked excitedly, and then suddenly stifled his own impoliteness. How could he be so greedy and ask the father of the primarch for the hard-won peace.
But these words still made Dante's heart surge, and the body under the power armor became more excited and powerful.
"Don't let down the blood of Sanguinius!"
Dante shouted, and the Blood Angels responded in unison, chasing the figure of Sanguinius in the sky and throwing themselves into the battlefield.
Sanguinius just smiled and sighed that Dante was really naive.
Vulkan saw Sanguinius, and he stared at him for a long time without blinking, like a child deeply attracted by shiny jewelry, his red eyes emitting innocent light.
After the Beast War, Vulkan merged with the orcs' nonsensical consciousness, causing him to be mentally abnormal sometimes.
The brothers were worried about Vulkan's current situation, and Magnus even proposed to let Vulkan ascend to magic, and then find a way to clean up the orcs' consciousness.
This heretical and bold suggestion finally got Vulkan a firm hug full of love and Waaagh!, and the latter's psychic spine was almost broken again.
"Father? Father, are you okay?" Tushan, the commander of the Salamanders, asked softly. He and other Salamanders knew that Vulkan had some mental problems.
But this did not affect the Salamanders' love for Vulkan. They communicated with Vulkan with infinite enthusiasm and respect, just like a filial son trying to make his father with Alzheimer's happy.
Vulkan didn't hear Tushan's call, and continued to look up at Sanguinius flying up and down.
Tushan had no choice but to take out the cast iron hammer that Vulkan gave him after his return, and smashed it on Vulkan's head.
After such a heavy blow, Vulkan just staggered half a step back to relieve the force, and his solid head was unscathed.
The buzzing sound of the hammering was not as loud as Tushan's apology in his 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 against Tushan's helmet affectionately.
Tushan was deeply moved to receive such care from the Primarch, but the most important thing at the moment was the issue of fighting. The Salamanders, like other war groups, were eager for the Primarch to lead them to win countless glory and brilliance.
"Ah, fighting..." Vulkan's face, which was full of joy, became solemn after being reminded by Tushan, which reminded Tushan of the black iron ore produced at the bottom of the fiery volcano on Nocturne.
Looking around, the enemies faced by the Salamanders were mostly well-equipped orcs.
Vulkan laughed a few times, his voice full of disdain for the orcs. He pointed at the largest and best-equipped orc in the group and said, "Look at that bastard! How skinny and weak he is! I 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)