Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 100: The Clash of Imperial Beauties

Blackstone Fortress.

just now.

In the Primarch's lounge, there was a soft sofa large enough for the Primarch to lie down and rest. The beautiful Fulgrim was lying on it, her eyes closed as she fell into a coma.

After a long time, those beautiful eyes and long, slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and Fulgrim slowly opened his eyes.

Before my eyes was the dimming light from the ceiling chandelier and three blurry and indistinguishable faces.

"Fulgrim, my brother, you have finally awakened."

"What happened to me? Why did I faint?"

He supported his body with his left arm and slowly got up from the soft sofa. With his other hand, he supported his forehead. His head felt like it had been hit hard by a hammer. He felt dizzy and an unbearable feeling of nausea rose from his stomach.

Fulgrim shook his head, and thanks to the Primarch's superb physical fitness, the overlapping phantoms reflected in his eyes gradually became clearer, and he also recognized the three guys sitting in front of him.

They are the Primarchs of the Second and Ninth Legions respectively, Galen's Crownguard and Sanguinius.

The smaller figure between the two was also seen on his home planet, the little angel who descended on Chemos with the Emperor.

This cute human cub, favored by the Emperor, hasn’t she always been by the Emperor’s side?

Why does it appear here?
As the dizziness and nausea gradually faded away, the messy memories in my head gradually became clearer.

Yeah, that bastard knocked himself out!
Thinking of this, Fulgrim stood up from the sofa angrily, walked to Garen, strangled his neck with his palm, and raised his other fist high, as if to hit him.

"As Horus said, you are a complete bastard. You openly attacked your brother!"

"No, no, no, Fulgrim, my brother, you really misunderstood. That is really the meeting custom of Demacia."

Looking at the furious third sister, Garen quickly waved his hands and explained to him.

"Didn't I tell you that this is a custom recognized by the Emperor? How can I not let you experience it? Wouldn't that be discrimination against you?"

"You! I don't believe it! How could there be such an outrageous custom? At one point, I even thought I was going to die. I felt an intense pain, as if someone was drilling my skull with a drill!"

Fulgrim glared and roared in anger.

Lux, who was sitting next to him, glanced away guiltily with her big eyes when she heard Fulgrim's words.

Oops! I'm not good at casting spells and got caught!
"No, no, no, Fulgrim, you can trust me, just as you trust Horus."

"Horus won't knock me out!"

Yes, yes, yes, Horus will not knock you out, he will only want to turn you into a snake spirit who wears heavy makeup all year round, plays with body modification, and does BDSM around the world with a group of perverts.

Seeing that Fulgrim did not believe him, Galen noticed Sanguinius who was snickering beside him. When their eyes met, the beautiful sister Sanguinius blinked mischievously, looking so innocent.

A plan came to mind, and Galen grabbed Sanguinius' arm, pulling him into his arms, placing him between him and Fulgrim.

"Eh eh eh?"

Sanguinius was suddenly caught and used as a human shield, and he was unable to react for a moment.

At this moment, the two most beautiful Primarchs in the entire Empire looked into each other's eyes, so close that their noses were almost touching.

Looking at the beautiful face so close to him, Fulgrim thought secretly in his heart.

As expected, she is good-looking, just a little bit worse than me.

"Now, Sanguinius, tell Brother Fulgrim how I punched you to the point of making you cry."

Galen grabbed the archangel's shoulders tightly and shook his body violently like a tumbler.

"!!!"

Facing Galen's shameful words, Sanguinius' emotions surged violently, and even the halo behind his head became brighter. "No, no, no, when have you ever made me cry? Don't talk nonsense!"

Sanguinius was like a Hakimi whose tail was stepped on. He immediately got furious and quickly turned around to cover Garen's mouth, warning him with his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense, asshole!!!"

“I also took a photo.”

Before he could finish his words, Sanguinius's handsome face suddenly turned red, and a high-pitched voice came out of his throat.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The voice was so high that Lux had to cover her ears, and she could hear it clearly even in the corridor outside the lounge.

The Space Marines guarding the door looked at each other and saw strong curiosity in each other's eyes.

Primarchs, what on earth are you doing in that room?
"Huchi - Huchi -"

Sanguinius glared at Galen angrily, breathing heavily from his violent emotions.

Garen felt like his eardrum was about to explode and it hurt so much.

Ticking his ear with his little finger, the Primarch pushed Sanguinius away with disgust and said contemptuously: "Why are you screaming like a woman? It hurts me so much."

Hearing this, Sanguinius stood up and pretended to draw the flaming blade at his waist, wanting to chop the bastard in front of him into nine pieces!

"Forget it."

After what happened just now, Fulgrim's anger disappeared and he held down Sanguinius's hand that was drawing the sword.

"I have finally figured it out. Galen's Crownguard is an outlier among the Primarchs. He is a complete bastard."

However, Fulgrim did not dislike this ridiculous farce. Compared with the serious scene of brotherly friendship with Horus, this scene of putting aside one's airs and playing around was more humane.

This kind of emotion, compared to the brotherhood with Horus, has more of a family feel.

Fulgrim did not dislike this sentiment.

"Okay, enough with the fooling around, it's time to get down to business."

Garen straightened his collar which was messed up by Sanguinius and Fulgrim, and spoke seriously.

"Fulgrim, thank you for your rescue. Even though it didn't work, thank you for your kindness. Please also thank Horus for me."

Fulgrim turned his head away in annoyance and snorted coldly, accepting Garen's thanks.

"Okay, you can go out now. Now is the family meeting of the Fearless Vanguard and the Blood Angels."

"What a coincidence. I'm not interested in getting involved in your boring meeting."

Standing up from the sofa, Fulgrim raised his head slightly with a hint of arrogance and walked out of the Primarch's lounge.

Boom——

The door of the conference room was closed. Fulgrim glanced at the Space Marines on duty on both sides. Seeing that there was no chance to eavesdrop, he snorted coldly and left.

In the lounge.

Galen looked at Sanguinius sternly.

"I need you to do something for me."

"I have become your laborer. I just moved the tomb of the Necrons back for you, and now you are ordering me around!"

"This time it's a good thing! If you succeed, I'll give you a Blackstone Fortress!"

(End of this chapter)