Chapter 347 Food Poisoning
That was one of the countless words exchanged between Sanguinius and Conrad on the night they said goodbye, but one that was not worth paying attention to.
Just like the many arrogances poured out from the mouth of the Night Ghost Blood Marquis all the time, Sanguinius is described in the other person's mouth as "the white hands shaking around the tragic son who is thirsty for blood." Wings, as bewildered as a newly born fire scorpion in Baal, waiting for his dearest brother to majestically break into the image of dying."
When he tried to ask what kind of scene that was, Cozz responded with a gloomy and tired smile, as if even he himself did not believe that that scene was really about to happen. Those were just fragments that Coates found to ridicule him. In Coze's own words, they "enlivened the atmosphere."
Well, Sanguinius thought, Curze was probably not expecting this embarrassing scene, but it was indeed being previewed in Garaspa.
"Here it is," Osuran, his former corps commander who has now returned to his position as company commander and is the second-ranked player, said, holding his helmet. The Blood Angel's always cold and proud eyes fluctuated when he looked behind a mountain of corpses.
"That is Nasir Amit. Please forgive him, my lord."
Sanguinius took a deep breath, feeling his head hurt, "Tell me, he Are you still alive?”
“She should be alive,” Osu Ranhui reported, turning back, not daring to look directly at the face of the original body, “Brother Pharmacist is coming as soon as possible.”
Sanguinius led the Captain around to the rear of the mountain of corpses. The corpses here were not severely decomposed, not much different from the period just after the battle. This may be due to the side effects of Mortarion's strange gas.
The smell of fresh blood lingered, mixed with the smell of poisonous metal, and was highlighted even among the piles of corpses. Twelve newly promoted Blood Angels formed a circle, wearing freshly painted clean red helmets, surrounding a fallen warrior to avoid prying eyes.
But Sanguinius still saw the man lying in the middle at first glance. After all, he was much taller than these warriors and had an unobstructed view.
"Where is the other person?" he asked Osuran.
"Going to pick up the pharmacist, sir."
Sanguinius nodded slightly, bent down next to the unconscious Amit, and looked at the saint almost helplessly. The Blood Angel's face was particularly pale.
Nasir Amit's eyes were half-closed, the edges around his eyes were blue, and he was breathing heavily, as if his lungs were severely eroded. The blood stains on the face were wiped away by others, leaving only a few marks. Upon closer inspection, some torn strips of flesh were still embedded between his lips and teeth, confirming the angel's suspicion.
Sanguinius scanned the surroundings, and then moved away several intact corpses on the outside of the corpse pile with his bare hands. Sure enough, he found two or three corpses with signs of gnawing.
The other warriors watched in horror as their primarch accomplished this, their muscles tense within their armor.
"My lord," Osuran stood up bravely, "we were wrong."
"What was wrong?" Sanguinius asked.
"We should not go back to our old ways of eating the corpses of the dead." The former captain understood the power of honesty. Even before the return of the angels, what he hated most was making excuses for the disdain of other legions. "We have tarnished your reputation."
"To get more information?"
"Yes, the best description of the tactics used by the Death Guard Legion is this In the blood of those who have experienced it.”
Sanguinius nodded, not saying whether it was right or wrong.
“Where else did I go wrong?”
"The mistake...should not be discovered by mortals." Osuran quickly understood why Sanguinius could come straight in their direction.
"What else?"
Osuran raised his head and glanced at his genetic father: "I don't understand, my lord."
Sanguinius shook his head. , regretting that these children did not have enough trust in him and themselves: "You are wrong because you have to eat poisonous things, so that you eat yourself until you are lying on the ground. How can you eat everything? You can't wait for me to ask Mo Mo After Talian asks for an antidote, will you start talking again?"
Osuran hugged his helmet tighter in confusion.
"This is a poison carefully prepared by Barbarus, the Lord of Death. My children, the Death Guard themselves can be poured to the ground by the poisonous wine without protection," Sanguinius said sadly, "You still have to eat more. A few, aggravating the toxicity, if it causes irreparable genetic damage, wouldn't it be my negligence?"
"This is not your negligence, this is Amit's fault," Osuran said immediately. . The remaining twelve awake Blood Angels also spoke one after another.
“Amit started eating first, sir.”
“He has known how to eat prisoners before.”
After the Blood Angels began to argue in odd directions, Sanguinius felt the presence of his two brothers as Mortarion exhaled slightly through his respirator in confusion.
"Mortarion," Sanguinius turned around, full of apology: "I'm sorry, my child ate the corpses that your officers were counting without permission, causing trouble to your inventory work. Some extra trouble. So, please..."
He smiled sheepishly, "Is there an antidote for this toxin? Also, please go to other companies. The captain also asked at the inspection point whether there is any leakage. There may be many poisoned people."
Mortarion was silent for a long time under the angel's smile, his eyes looking at the poisoned person who had eaten the corpse and fell to the ground. , wandering among a group of clean-looking red armored warriors.
“There is no antidote,” he said stiffly, feeling as if his tongue was beating on a dull drum. “The Barbarus always survive the poison.”
"Then the delinquent child..." Sanguinius hinted.
"Let him lie there for fourteen hours," Mortarion said. "Space Marines can metabolize this poison."
Sanguinius and Horus breathed a sigh of relief together. Horus took a step forward: "You should tell them not to eat indiscriminately, dear Sanguinius." Les. Even if they really... desire blood, or something else."
"I have told them, but these little guys seem to only agree verbally." Sanguinius pretended to be angry. , "Besides, Conrad has prepared thirst-quenching drinks for them, so it's not a desire for blood, it's just that their genetic detection nerves are too good."
At the end, the angel's tone rose, even Some lively pride.
Mortarion now felt indescribably tired. He just felt that his previous confusion about whether these two brothers came here specifically to accuse him of his ruthless extermination might be a little too complicated.
And Sanguinius, who looks so dazzling...
"Are you really here to learn?" Mortarion couldn't help but ask.
"Really, in addition, I also want to teach my children what they can eat and what they cannot eat." Sanguinius spread his hands with a calm and helpless expression, "And the need for a devastating war. Sex."
He looked over the Primarch's shoulder and looked at the destroyed wilderness, as if hearing the artillery fire echoing on the battlefield, his smile faded.
He would certainly be saddened by the loss of his life, but when the people here chose their path of opposition, whether destruction would come was no longer an option.
"Before I returned to the Legion, the ghouls were destructive for the Emperor and were criticized for it." Sanguinius said. "The Death Guard's campaign reminded me of my food. The battlefield where the wights once died. This is one of the reasons why I brought them here. I do not deny the necessity of destruction, otherwise I would deny the Legion that I serve, and I must prove it to them."
He raised the corners of his mouth, and his face seemed to exude a soft light, "Therefore, I hope that my legion can complete the subsequent cleanup of the galaxy with you, Mortarion. If you don't want to see it, Horus, then you-"
"I didn't say a word, Sanguinius!" Horus complained, "And do I dare to say no here?"< br>
Sanguinius clasped his hands together, looked at Mortarion, and flapped his wings: "That's it, I hope you will allow it, my dear brother."
"What other reasons are you here for?" Mortarion asked.
Sanguinius hesitated for a while, and then said: "Also, we have finished drinking the blood wine Conrad gave us, and there is no war with Horus. We have been a little... lacking recently. Food."
Mortarion glared at him grimly: "Be careful of being poisoned, Sanguinius!"
"Is there really no antidote?" the angel said in disappointment. . "Then let's act separately. Will you allocate some planets to me for processing?"
"No, you can find a way to adapt on your own." Mortarion raised his chin, "Also, I want to know the whole battle. Why don’t you ask me directly about the planning process?”
(End of this chapter)