Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 53 Angel Sister

Bar-Secandus.

just now.

Sanguinius had already foreseen, through his miraculous prophetic powers, that a relative with whom he had a special relationship would be born on Baal, and that the thread of fate would change from that moment on.

He went alone. No loyal followers marched in procession behind him, no ceremony marked the stages of the journey.

He stretched his muscles against the wind, then flew up on the hot wind rising from the desert.

The yellow desert plain was scorched mercilessly by the scorching sun, and reality was faintly distorted under that light.

A man was walking towards him along the sand dunes. At first he was just a silhouette against the sun, the edges of the silhouette eroded by the sun, making it appear to be constantly changing.

When the man came closer, Sanguinius saw the deep blue eyes beneath the black hood and the exquisite sword at his waist.

He flew toward the ground, his boots slipping as he folded his wings, and he landed lightly on the ground. He walked forward, a cloud of dust swirling around his calves.

"Welcome to Balfira, outsider," he said in Anochin, the language of his people, the purebloods. He wondered if the outsider could understand him, or if they would have to rely on hand gestures and gesticulations to communicate.

"My brother, I came to Baal because of an accident. Along the way, I heard your story and realized that you are also the descendant of our father."

Garen spoke perfect Arnochinian, and he didn't know why, but the moment he saw Sanguinius, his mind suddenly became filled with new knowledge, just like when he came into contact with dwarven rune technology, the knowledge of the Warp popped up in his head.

"Father."

Sanguinius whispered softly as a stronger gust of wind blew from the east. He instinctively raised one wing to block the wind that carried the sand.

Garen's eyes followed his movements, and the white wings on his sides that blocked the wind and sand.

With just a few cursory glances, Garen used the great talent inherited from the Emperor to calculate the data parameters of Sanguinius' wings.

If we refer to the structure of a bird, his sternum must protrude two and a half meters to ensure flight, but the angel's sternum is not deformed as can be seen with the naked eye.

Psychic?

Or is it the work of chaos?
The first person who can be ruled out is the Emperor. The Emperor claims that he is not a god, so how could he create a descendant with wings on his back like a mythical angel?

He began to walk slowly around Sanguinius, one armored hand extended, fingertips sliding down the feathers of the angel's wings. Sanguinius's eyes followed Galen as he walked around him, but whenever Galen's broad palm touched the deeper root of the wing, his wings would tremble due to the sensitivity.

Sanguinius's reaction left Galen speechless. He retracted his restless hands and apologized to the angel: "I'm really sorry. This is the first time I've seen a human body structure like this [Angel]. I was a little too curious about your body structure."

The gentle Sanguinius certainly would not be angry at Galen's rude behavior. He took a step forward to close the distance between himself and this brother he had never met before.

His smile is like gentle sunshine, and even the cruel environment of Baal is filtered through the filter of a garden world because of this smile.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not an angel either."

Galen quickly looked away to avoid being captured by the archangel's smile.

Sanguinius noticed his brother's averted gaze and apologized quickly, "I'm so sorry, I have practiced control, but this seems like an instinct."

"Well, it's okay."

Garen felt that this angel sister was no pushover. He knew that he was pretty, so he smiled all the time.

One of Sanguinius's tricks: Laughter
Smile and beauty are Sanguinius' special weapons, and selling sex is an art.

Everyone loves Sanguinius, even the Tyranids.

In order to obtain the genes of the male sister, the insects in the Battle of Baal were willing to give up the biomass at their fingertips and march quickly towards Baal.

"What kind of man is our father?"

Sanguinius walked side by side with Galen, and after a long hesitation, the angel asked the question that concerned him the most.

"The Emperor is a heavy man."

Galen was silent for a moment, then uttered a strange adjective. "Heavy?"

Sanguinius knew that his brother was describing how the Emperor appeared to him, but he could not fathom the heaviness he meant.

"I don't know how to describe it to you. Maybe this story can help."

Galen moved his lips slightly and told Sanguinius a story with no beginning or end.

"One of the Custodians spoke to the Emperor:

Guards: You are the Lord of Mankind. As long as you are here, nothing can stand against us. When the war is over, we will rebuild the empire under your leadership.

Emperor: What if I am gone?

Guards: My Lord, if you are gone, what shall we do? What shall happen next?

At this point in the story, Galen fell silent. Sanguinius stared into his eyes, waiting for the rest of the story. He was curious about how the Emperor would answer.

But Galen did not continue the story until the two returned to the settlement.

"Emperor, what did he answer?"

Sanguinius couldn't wait any longer, and his tone was a little anxious.

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Galen shook his head: "I don't know."

Sanguinius had a bitter face, he really wanted to know how the Emperor would answer this question.

His sad expression instantly attracted the attention of his followers, and almost everyone put down what they were doing and gathered around him.

"What's wrong with you? Is the fruit not fresh today?"

They only suspected that it was a problem with the fruit and didn't think at all that someone had made the angel sister angry.

In the eyes of the Baal people, how could there be such a bad guy who would dare to make the angels angry?

"Nothing, I just have some questions that I can't figure out, so I'm a little troubled. I'm really sorry for disturbing everyone's work."

Sanguinius apologized to everyone politely and courteously.

Garen stood aside, not knowing what to say. Sanguinius's second tactic: courtesy
Sanguinius is always so polite, so polite that no matter how bad your temper is, you won’t be willing to slap him in the face.

As soon as Valdor said something to Sanguinius, the angel immediately apologized and said, "That's not what I meant. I didn't mean to be disrespectful to you. I'm sorry."

Waldo immediately ran out of tricks, his expression became calm, his words became softer, and his previous boasts that the Primarch was nothing more than a der no longer counted.

"My Lord Angel, something big has happened!"

A Baal ran in breathlessly from outside.

"What happened?"

Sanguinius hurriedly supported Moose who almost fell.

"In the northern part of Tianlin Land, near the Meteoric Chain Valley, a bottomless crack suddenly appeared in the ground, and several people fell in!"

Garen was startled. "No way? Did the plot of the stone tablet get triggered?"

A sense of absurdity came over me as I was being watched by an evil god.

Gan! ! ! !

(End of this chapter)