Chapter 340 Sanguinius Wants a Gift
“I don’t expect you to stay on my ship, Sanguinius, this insignificant little ship of mine is soaked in the poisonous blood of darkness. , submerged in the eternal night of the netherworld, how can we retain the glorious wings of the archangel——"
After stopping Konrad Curze's endless words, Sanguinius let go He took off his wings, leaving the stiff Conrad where he was.
He retracted his wings, held the night ghost fleet's specialty blood wine, and took an elegant sip.
Today’s material is different. The added blood component seems to be taken from some dark gladiatorial memories. It is full of the lightning wind on the skateboard, the poisonous crystal fragments that scratched the open wound on the cheek, and The moment of extreme pain and pleasure when you fall to your death.
The memories that Curze inadvertently gifted him mapped out for Sanguinius the outlines of every moment in the universe, especially the dark places.
Of course, since the process of brewing wine caused immeasurable damage to the blood cell raw materials, these sensory fragments in the memory can only satisfy Sanguinius's thirst for the darkness in the blood, but are not enough to provide More practical knowledge.
"You like our wine very much." Coz adjusted the fur cushion on the chair, returned to his bone throne, picked up a notebook on the table next to him, and started his third chapter. Read over and over. He kept the notebook close to him throughout the day, making Sanguinius wonder what it was.
“Before I came to Baal, our blood wine consumption rate was never so high.” Curze continued.
“Well,” Sanguinius admitted, “it’s like having real blood added to it, very unique.”
"Blood Angel," Curze said gently.
"You see, I am leaving your fleet to find Horus and my own heirs." Sanguinius leaned forward and flapped his wings slightly, "We It’s time to say goodbye soon.”
“Yes, remember to ask your astrologer to continue sending messages about the prophecy.” Konrad Coze was indifferent.
“What I want to say is, is it possible for me to receive your farewell gift?”
Koz suddenly raised his head in surprise, and everyone could see through the pale and cold mask. Revealing his hidden emotions.
"What kind of a good man do you think I am, Sanguinius, to engage in this mundane game of parting gifts? Go find your Horus Luperkar and play your family brother game, don't worry about it Me."
"But you received a gift from Perturabo." Sanguinius glanced at the notebook on Curze's lap.
Curze immediately closed the notebook, without saying a word, and stared at Sanguinius fiercely, but his usual terrifying eyes announcing the arrival of night were nothing short of outstanding in front of the archangel of Baal. The threat is completely lost.
"What is that?" Sanguinius asked curiously, dragging a chair over and sitting down next to Curze.
Koz leaned back, and after a while, he reluctantly hissed: "My Nightshade has been docked in the dock at the Olympia Orbital Shipyard. This is the design specification."
"Olympia?" Here, the Queen of Glory of the Night Ghost Court was actually created by Olympia, which was unexpected by Sanguinius.
“Perturabo took the time to complete the design during the Olympia Games.” Curze regained his composure, “When the Iron Lord went off to fight, the shipyard followed the Primarch’s request and put it into operation. The construction is completed. I will activate my flagship before entering the next war."
"So, it seems that you think this is not a family gift, but just a normal transaction between the legions." Gilles teased.
“If you also want to take a Queen of Glory from my hand, please forgive the Eighth Legion for being unable to do so.”
“No, I don’t want such a big ship, my heirs will take them "The Queen of Glory is here, I don't plan to change it," Sanguinius said with a smile, "Except for changing its name and changing the decorations a little bit."
"What gift do you want?" Cozz snorted.
"Blood wine recipe."
"Oh, this is not a dream."
"I know."
"This is a specialty of my city-state , what do you want it to do?”
"It tastes good."
"Sanguinius, I would like to give you a few treasures to taste, but you will not accept its manufacturing process. You will be a shining symbol of the empire. How can you Let such cruel things spread in your holy bloodline?”
Sanguinius swung the wine in the cup, and the bright red liquid splashed onto the transparent curved cup wall. , and slid down against the wall, leaving behind a layer of transparent blood-colored residue.
"Your craft is so unique that it almost obscures its essence, but I can taste its roots," Sanguinius said, "the very blood that flows within the bodies of sentient beings. Emperor My bloodline has the most sensitive genetic detection ability, which allows us to obtain the memories and emotions of the deceased by simply tasting the flesh and blood without eating the brain tissue of the deceased."
" Because of this, our instability ranks at the forefront among many legions. And this glass of wine is enough to soothe the thirst in the blood." After many experiments, Sanguinius determined that, unintentionally, the The creation of the Eighth Army does have this surprising effect.
Curze stared at him. "It's too early." He murmured, "The man is wrong."
"Will I tell Horus about this in the future?" Sanguinius guessed what Conrad said.
"That was the only time you were prepared to tell the legion's genetic flaws." Coze slid down a little among the bones, slightly lost in thought. "Sanguinius. Blood Angel."
"For the Eighth Legion, this glass of wine is just a luxury after the war. But the Ninth Legion will need it." Sanguinius said, his expression solemn. "Systems, precepts, and inspirations can help my warriors get rid of the cruel nature with their own will, but if there are more realistic auxiliary tools, things will become easier."
"As the Lord of the Ninth Legion, I ask for your assistance, Konrad Curze."
Kurze tilted his head, quietly letting his mind drift away, his eyes falling into space.
He caught a glimpse of that rage again.
The angel's eyes were frozen, and blood drops stayed on his eyelashes, like red tears penetrating through the crown of thorns.
The sky is burning in the eyes of the descendants of the Blood Angel, and the bright red desire turns into blackened coals condensed from pure anger, allowing the desperate anger to melt in the blood, and the sword blade is swung wildly and irrationally, Devouring everything around it before devouring itself, there is no way to escape.
"You haven't even met them." Curze said softly, "You have already come to me to ask for a meeting gift for them."
"They are your nephews." Sanguinius playfully said The corners of his mouth curled up.
Koz rapped the seat with his knuckles, "Saul Sahar, get a pen and paper."
"Will you write me the recipe?" Senge Les said in surprise.
"Wake up, Blood Angel," Curze lowered his head, "I only want to sign trade contracts with people with clear minds. Comoros will regularly supply alcohol to the Ninth Legion, considering the state of Baal's property , I will moderately relax the contract regulations. If you have nothing else to do today, discuss the main terms with me.”
"No...wait a minute, Commorragh?"
"Is there a problem?" Curze stared at the angel and said meaningfully.
“No,” Sanguinius reluctantly maintained his smile, “Then, the language you usually speak with your subordinates is actually——”
“Eldar language. "
Koz's company commander suddenly appeared from the darkness. The original body took the paper and pen and pulled the table next to the seat between the two of them, as if he was ready for contract negotiations.
Sanguinius put his hands on the stage, folded his wings, and tried to imitate the mantra that Curze often said.
The pen tip in Cozzi’s hand poked into the center of the table.
A few seconds later, the considerate Sahar brought new pen and paper to his father.
Sanguinius repeated this sentence again, admiring the pale shock on the Midnight Angel's face with satisfaction, and kindly switched back to human language: "What does this mean?"
Konrad Curze looked at Sanguinius strangely: "Do you think... this is a synonym for 'go to hell'?"
"Isn't it?" Sanguinius frowned slightly, realizing that the truth was beyond his expectation.
Koz lowered his head and began to tremble all over. Then, a sound of laughter squeezed out from between his teeth, and then turned into uncontrollable belly laughter.
“What does this mean?” Sanguinius used the tip of his wing to poke Curze’s shoulder uneasily.
Koz stopped smiling instantly, and with a chilling eeriness, his eyes traced the outline of Sanguinius and whispered softly.
“The false emperor is above.”
(End of this chapter)