Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

The next day, before the morning bell rang, Kano had already opened his eyes and climbed out of bed early.

He put on all his clothes and went to the homemade water purifier in the corner to drain the water from his bladder. On Parcel, water is even more precious than food, and every drop of water deserves to be carefully stored, no matter what it once was.

Amidst the sparse sound of water.

In his consciousness, hazy due to remaining sleepiness, the events of yesterday flashed before his eyes one by one like a revolving lantern.

Attack, jaws, fear, running - and angels and hope.

Everything is like a beautiful dream.

But when he opened the door and walked out of the crude iron room and saw the perfect back kneeling on the sand dune, Kano realized that all of that had really happened. Or to put it another way - the dream continues.

Most mornings on Parcel are cold and beautiful, the sky smooth and rosy with red scars of light. Sometimes, the colors are enough to make Kano forget just how bad a planet he lives on.

Hot wind blows from the direction where the sun rises.

Fine gravel flows rapidly on the ground, and the angel's snow-white skirt also rises, outlining an almost perfect waist and hip curve. Kano noticed that the angel's wings stretched outward, and those flawless feathers were trembling gently in the breeze, stained with some undetectable gravel.

Before Kano realized it, he was at the angel's side.

"You got up very early, or in other words, you didn't fall asleep all night last night." Kano thought for a while and said hello in jerky language, "What are you doing here? Looking at these scenery, Ba Although the environment on Moon is harsh, some of the landscapes inside are not lacking in beauty.”

"Well, the scenery here is very good."

The angel responded to Kano's words, but her eyes still never left the smooth rose-red sky in the distance, "Moreover, there are some more detailed things in the environment here, which are worth experiencing and then trying to grasp them." ”

"what is that?"

Kano stood behind the angel and spread his arms. He imagined that he also had a pair of such wings, and then said in an uncertain tone, "Is it the wind?"

"That's right."

The angel's brows frowned slightly, and her originally tense body began to relax, which made her look a little distressed, "I tried to control this power, but failed -"

Kano looked in the direction of the angel's finger.

I saw a shallow hole under the dune, which would soon be smoothed away by the rolling gravel and disappear completely.

but--

Before that, Kano finally figured out where the crimson gravel on those wings came from.

Kano subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to clean the incompatible gravel from the gaps in the wings, but then he realized that his actions at this time seemed a bit blasphemous. His fingers were rough and covered with scars caused by radiation and battle, and were soaked with black engine oil that could not be dissolved. The angel's wings were so white, flawless, and exuded the brilliance of holiness that Kano felt that touching such an action was a kind of blasphemy to angels and beauty.

The snow-white wings trembled slightly and stuck to Kano's fingers.

"Move gently." The angel seemed to be able to detect the thoughts flashing through Kano's brain, even though her eyes never left the sky. "They are still very immature, so be careful with your movements."

For a moment.

Kano was surrounded by a great and divine feeling of happiness.

He felt that he was a knight knighted in a sacred ceremony, going to perform some heroic deed that only he could accomplish. With such a lofty mood, he held his breath and quickly cleaned away the fine gravel stained on the feathers with precise and gentle movements.

"Thanks."

When all was done, Cano said.

The angel turned sideways, with a slightly puzzled expression on his delicate face like a work of art. That holy face was bathed in the light of the "red scar", glowing with a faint blush, so beautiful that it made your heart beat loudly.

"Why do you thank me?" said the angel. "You helped me. This is the right thing to say from my mouth."

"I'm just saying thank you for what happened yesterday."

Kano scratched his head.

He dared not look directly into the angel's eyes, fearing that he would lose his composure because of such light.

"That's right." The angel nodded slightly and did not continue speaking. The atmosphere became a little quiet for a while. Although this was good, Kano still found a topic, "Regarding the prophecy last night, you said you saw those mutants - is this also some kind of ability given to you by God? It’s like wings behind you.”

Unexpected.

The angel shook her head, and she denied Kano's inference with a soft voice, "Such an ability is not some kind of blessing. I don't know whether the content of the foresight is completely reliable. But the different processes of the development of things will eventually lead to The results vary widely, so be vigilant and questionable and don’t rely too much.”

"Then will you go with us to hunt those mutants?" Kano invited. He could not forget the holy and pure anger displayed by the angel during yesterday's battle.

"IMHO!"

The conversation between the two was interrupted.

A cold and unmistakable voice suddenly broke in, shattering the peaceful atmosphere.

The tribe leader Radolon, who had a scar on his face and short silver-white hair, walked over from behind a heavy truck in the desert. Kano acknowledged that Radolon was a trustworthy leader, but also acknowledged his urge and rage to punch that damn scarred face right now.

"damn it!"

Kano growled with gritted teeth, "You're eavesdropping on our conversation like a rat in the sewer."

He deliberately emphasized the word "we" very strongly.

Radolon glanced at Kano coldly.

Not caring about the young man's anger, he went straight to the angel's side, half-knelt on the ground, and said in a sincere voice, "Sir, I don't doubt your prediction last night.

I want to beg you to forgive me for my transgression. If possible, I hope you can stay in the tribe to avoid worse possibilities - as you can see, the tribe has reached the edge of life and death. Maybe we can There are many victories, but one failure will completely ruin everyone's life. "

"You are a qualified leader."

The angel stood up from the sand dune, looked into Radolon's eyes, and nodded his chin slightly.