Sanguinius opened his eyes and found that he was in a spacious carriage, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of potion.

The blood-stained white dress she was wearing was also taken off and put on a loose white shirt with thoughtful tailoring on the back, allowing the two snow-white wings to stretch out easily. Although the wound on her back has been

Healed, but still wearing a bandage.

Sanguinius raised his hand, and his five slender fingers first stretched out and then closed into a fist.

Bang!

She had a thought in her mind.

It's almost an instinctive reaction.

Rich black flames burned on her palms, exuding an unknown brilliance.

This flame is a gift from the Angel of Destruction. Even though Sanguinius chose to refuse in the illusion, this power is still integrated into her body. The flame of the Angel of Destruction is not only extremely hot, enough to easily melt thick steel plates, but also

It also has the effect of burning psychic energy, which has a strong restraint effect on demons in subspace.

Subspace——

Even though Imperial Truth tries to use scientific methods to explain its existence, it even refutes it to some extent.

But Sanguinius understood that as the original body, she was actually divided into two closely connected parts. One part was a flesh-and-blood entity in the real universe, while the other part was hidden in the subspace, waiting for her arrival.

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"Could those two angels be another part of me?" Such thoughts flashed through Sanguinius's mind.

Maybe, maybe not, but she won't be hungry for answers.

Since her creator did not want his descendants to have too much contact with the subspace.

Then, she will not go against her father's wishes. She will choose to reject this gift until the prophesied illusion becomes a reality.

Wow!

Sanguinius opened the car door.

The convoy was parked on a remote red cliff, with the remains of an abandoned city below.

The ancient city was built around a huge lake.

After the war in the old night ended, the lake still remained in the city. But the clear water inside was polluted into a dark green poisonous swamp, and the pungent smell could not be gotten rid of even from a long distance away.

The convoy was undergoing repairs for a period of time. Although it was attacked by demons and lost some vehicles and supplies during the escape, the people who survived seemed to be in good spirits, clustered together in twos and threes, talking and laughing.

Busy with the work at hand.

Far away from the crowd, Sanguinius also saw Kano.

It is completely different from the impression that he always looked energetic and full of motivation. Now Kano seems to have aged more than ten years overnight. His face is dark yellow, his eyes are scarlet, and his body will twitch uncontrollably during the intervals of breathing.

Two times, like a patient tortured by epilepsy, describing dry grass.

"This is the sequelae of overuse of psionic powers." Sanguinius thought, "It's great that he survived the demon's psionic backlash."

In that battle, the most critical moment.

Kano mobilized all his spiritual energy and launched a spiritual shock to the demon.

It was precisely because of the brief stiffness caused by this impact that Sanguinius had the perfect opportunity to kill him with one strike.

You can say.

Sanguinius was able to win this victory, and Kano had a great contribution.

"I want to thank you." Sanguinius came to Kano's side and gently wiped away the blood stains under his eyes with his fingers. "If it weren't for you, I would probably be in an extremely difficult battle."
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"Mother, you are always like this."

Kano raised his head, black flames burning in his pupils.

He spoke, his voice old and hoarse, full of iron and blood, and carrying incredible power, like an echo from the future to the present: "You are always grateful for the sacrifices of others, but you take your own sacrifices for granted.

No! It shouldn’t be like this! No sacrifice should be forgotten——"

Talking, talking...

The expression on Kano's face became dull.

He looked around blankly and saw the shocked eyes of the people around him falling on him.

"What stupid thing did I just do?" Kano swallowed hard and pointed at his nose, his dark yellow complexion turning red from shame.

"You were calling Angel Mother just now." Ladoron came over, gritted his teeth, and said coldly, "You were talking nonsense and dancing like a spoiled child."

"Angel."

Radolon sighed and bowed deeply towards Sanguinius: "Please forgive this child's rudeness."

"No." Sanguinius shook his head slightly, and his long, slightly curly golden hair swayed, and the sunlight flowed on her hair. She forced a smile on her face and blinked, "Maybe what Kano said

They are all sincere."

"Please don't embarrass me further."

Kano covered his face and dug into the desert with his toes, digging a hole the size of a sea bowl.

Everyone rarely saw Kano looking like he was suffering, and they burst out laughing.

But what no one noticed was that there was a hint of worry in Sanguinius's clear pupils. The psychic flames that flickered on Kano just now obviously came from the Destroying Angel.

What Kano said just now should come from a glimpse of the future.

For psychics, peeking into the future is not out of reach.

But what worries Sanguinius even more is that even if he rejects the power of the two angels in the subspace, they still have the power to possess the warriors of the Legion.

The subspace is full of incredible power, but behind every power there are curses and traps. As the genetic mother of the Legion, Sanguinius does not want her future descendants to have too much contact with the subspace. She prefers

I'm worried that those children will be lost in that incredible and magnificent power.

Thinking of this, Sanguinius suddenly thought of his father, whom he had yet to meet. When he created his primarchs, he might have had the same worries.

"Children." A gentle voice came from afar.

Aunt Eugene came staggeringly from a distance holding a tray, "Come and have something to eat. I grilled some Baal Fire Scorpion steaks."

"Thank you." People took their portion of food from the tray.

"Thank you for your meticulous care during my coma." Sanguinius said, taking down a piece of barbecue skewered on an iron stick, "I have recovered well from my injuries."

"You are our angel." A sudden cough interrupted Eugene's words. She hid a trace of blood in her palm. Then she smiled nonchalantly and continued: "I can help you.
Chapter completed!