Sanguinius opened his eyes.

She was not in a hurry to answer the huntress's question, but used her pale golden eyes to vaguely and quickly pass over the people around her.

This is a valley surrounded by dark red steep rock walls. There are several heavily modified sand vehicles parked at the entrance, and inside is a simple camp formed by a combination of tents and iron sheets.

There are about a hundred people in the camp, including men, women, old and young.

People's faces covered with scars and tumors were reflected in the red firelight, and their supposed beauty was destroyed by the ubiquitous radiation on Baman. Like a rotten fruit, the sweet flesh disappeared without a trace.

Only the rugged soul that has been tortured and difficult inside is left——

But even so, there is still a certain light shining in those bright eyes.

Sanguinius' heightened senses can detect those eyes falling on him, which are mixed with curiosity, admiration, admiration, and subtle uneasiness and distrust.

They are longing for hope - Sanguinius thought in his mind and added, "And power."

"I'm crying for the pain people are going through."

Sanguinius raised her head, looking into Huntress's eyes, her voice was as soft as the feathers on the white wings of an angel.

"Will you save us as the prophecy said?" The huntress knelt beside her, with hope on her cat-like cheeks.

"I will."

Sanguinius said, "I was created for this purpose, but I alone cannot accomplish such a great deed. To defeat them, those mutants who eat the living, we need all the pure-blooded tribesmen."

We are united."

"I understand that the greatest wisdom of man lies in hope and waiting." O'Kelly said with a smile, "This is a sentence my father told me. Now, I think I understand the meaning of this sentence."<

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The dinner time will end soon.

People dispersed one after another and returned to their tents or tin houses to rest and wait for the next day.

But some people were left behind, including the huntress O'Kelly, the mechanic Kano, an old woman with clusters of tumors on her face like grapes, and a man with scars on his face, a stern appearance, and short silver hair like steel needles.

Young man.

"Angel——"

The young man with short silver hair thought for a while and added the word "Sir" as an embellishment. He then said, "I am Ladoron, the leader of the tribe. First of all, I want to thank you for getting rid of those abominable people.

O'Kelly and Kano were saved from mutant creatures, and they are both valuable members of the tribe."

"I just did what I should do." Sanguinius said softly.

"To be honest, when I first saw you, I couldn't fully trust you." Amidst the displeased looks of Kano and O'Kelly, Radolon looked directly into the angel's eyes and continued.

, "But now, my tribe has been forced into a desperate situation, so I can only pray for your help."

Ladoron pursed his lips. He could praise the girl in front of him in a thousand words as sweet as mead, and it would not be an exaggeration. It was not even enough to describe some of the qualities the girl showed.

But when he looked into those pale golden eyes, his lips were dry and he could not hide his true inner thoughts in front of the angel.

He thought his words would arouse the angel's anger.

For anyone, suspicion always makes people feel unhappy. What's more, the other party saved two of his tribe not long ago and brought a lot of food to the tribe - those Baal Fire Scorpions, for the Baal Fire Scorpions,

For the indigenous people, it is a rare delicacy.

But, all this did not happen.

"I appreciate your sincerity." The angel tilted her head, and the expression on her face did not contain any expected sullenness. It was as calm as the rose-red sky at dawn on the Moon. With that look, everything seemed to be fine.

This should be the case, she should be doubted by the people she saved and not make any excuses.

After realizing this, Ladoron suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes discreetly meeting the angel's eyes, hiding his weak emotions under the surface.

He painted on the ground with his fingers.

First, I drew a few undulating polylines on the soft sand. These lines represent the nearby Bloodwise Mounts, while the rough and straight lines below represent the harsh environment of the Demitian Badlands.

He drew a circle on the broken line representing the Blood Mountains and said: "This is the fortress where the Brass Brotherhood of the mutant tribe lives. They have many soldiers, their tongues are like swords, they are cruel and ruthless."

Then he drew two more dots on the line representing the painful wasteland.

One of the points is where Kano and others encountered the Foot-Binding Jaws and were attacked. The other point is the stronghold where the tribe is currently stationed. The three are almost connected in a straight line. Kano and others

The place where people were attacked is less than thirty kilometers away from the camp.

"One thing that is almost certain."

Ladoron frowned deeply, his face pierced by scars full of solemn expression, "Our tribe has been found by the Brass Brotherhood!"

"They are a group of greedy hounds." Huntress O'Kelly said with uncontrollable fear on her face, "They will never stop hunting until they kill every prey they can find."

All torn into pieces."

"Can we find a way to leave here early?" Cano said.

"I'm afraid it won't work."

The old woman named Eugene who remained silent shook her head: "Thank you to the angels for bringing us enough food, but we no longer have enough vehicles and fuel to support us for another long-distance migration.

And the long days are coming soon. High temperature, radiation, red mist - every curse in the wilderness can easily take away the lives of the best warriors."

Silence!

The only sound in the air is the grinding sound of gravel as the wind blows.

Kano heard the clicking sound of Radolon's teeth. Whenever the tribe encountered difficulties, he would do this, as if he wanted to tear something alive. But Radolon was fine every time.

Kano restrained his emotions. He had never seen the leader look like when he was angry.

"All the roads are blocked. It seems that we are really going to be in a desperate situation this time." Kano thought, he had expected such a day, but...

Tsk!

The green-white and tender fingers gently scratched on the sand.

A straight line ran through the Wasteland of Pain, connecting the bloody mountains and the camp of the pure-blood tribe. People focused their attention on the angel's exquisite and flawless face, and the sweet voice sounded again.

"Their vehicles will pass by here tomorrow, when the red mist rises. Lay traps in the sand, break down the vehicles, kill the mutants inside, and we will get enough vehicles and fuel - this is what I

A sight to witness with your own eyes."

——

Radolon is one of the three heroes of the Great Crusade. Unfortunately, compared to the other two Sigismund and Abaddon, the HH series does not depict Radolon much. In most cases, he follows the angels.

The pendant is really a pity. Furthermore, some details in Fear and Treading indicate that Radolon should have become a Space Marine after unifying Baal. In order to facilitate the characterization, some additions and modifications have been added to Radolon’s background.
Chapter completed!