Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 102 I don’t want your imperial guards!

Throne Hall.

When Richard Maxime, the current head of the Guards family, stepped into the throne hall with three pregnant women, everyone felt the weight of history.

On those huge walls and ceilings, magnificent murals depict the past deeds of the Fearless Vanguard Lord, and the entire hall exudes a solemn and sacred atmosphere.

Sitting quietly on the throne, the huge Primarch Galen Crownguard was looking at the legion families who came to meet him with a warm and cheerful smile.

Due to Maxim's loyalty, his Maxim family is second only to the Crownguard family in Demacia, and they are called the Guard family.

Almost all the males in Maxim's family will participate in the selection of Fearless Pioneers. They regard this as an honor and join the Fearless Pioneer Corps with a very high acceptance rate.

Those warriors who successfully became Astartes, under the influence of Maximus, considered it the greatest honor to become the Primarch's guards.

This resulted in one-third of the Primarch's guards coming from Maxim's clan.

Maxim's loyalty is beyond doubt, and he treats these selected candidates with the most stringent requirements, and is extremely strict in martial arts, swordsmanship, marksmanship and other aspects.

"I need three loyalists to participate in a special mission starting from infancy. I can clearly tell you and the three great mothers that the mortality rate of this experimental mission is much higher than the selection of Space Marines."

"I will not force you to send your flesh and blood to my laboratory in the name of loyalty. Here, I swear in the name of the Lord of the Fearless Vanguard and Prime Minister of Demacia that I will respect all your choices."

Violent exploitation would only lead to resistance, and the Primarch had no intention of forcing the Maxim family to participate in this experiment.

The Emperor had only recently acquired the technology to create the Custodes, and the Primarch was not completely sure that the first batch of Dreadnoughts would be successful, which would inevitably result in tragic sacrifices.

"Respected Primarch, like you, I will give the choice to the three members of the Maxim family."

Richard is a man of unctuous loyalty and he doesn't want to take on this hot potato, so he directly leaves the choice to the three pregnant women.

The three pregnant mothers looked at each other, and the eldest sister replied on behalf of her two sisters.

"Dear Primarch, I have heard those returning warriors say that sacrifice is the cornerstone of the Empire.

Our children, if their sacrifice can bring peace and stability to Demacia, we will make the choice for them without hesitation.

When they grow up, if they have anything to resent, they will resent me as their mother.

Even if I have to endure the punishment of being cut into pieces, I will not regret the choice I made today."

The Primarch was moved by the mother's words.

Peace and tranquility are the most expensive things in the Warhammer universe. Most worlds ruled by the Empire have to bear the sustainability of the "tithe".

This tax system, which is mainly based on levying taxes in kind, has significant flaws. The storage and distribution of goods is very difficult, and the instability of subspace navigation leads to a very high rate of material loss.

If the empire only collected one-tenth of the tax, it would not be considered heavy, but the empire's poor administrative efficiency made the taxation reference hundreds of years behind.

The most terrifying thing is that after hundreds of years of accumulation, you suddenly have more food than the biomass of the planet.

Compared to other imperial worlds, the quality of life of Demacia's civilians is very high. They have an entire agricultural planet to supply food, as well as mining and forging worlds for supplies.

What Demacia needs to do is to send the best children to the Dreadnaught Vanguard or the Mortal Fleet to fight for the Primarch and the Emperor in the galaxy.

The Primarch slowly walked down from the throne, and stroked the mother's face with his broad hands. He used his own honor to promise the three mothers that their children would become the greatest warriors.

"Do they have names?"

The Primarch asked in a gentle tone.

In the throne room, in response to the Primarch's question, the eldest sister said: "Yes, we have already named them." "Kaz Maxim, Esdis Maxim and Uwam Maxim."

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The Primarch's expression was a little tense, and he asked her with forced calmness.

"Is there any special meaning behind this name?"

What the Primarch wanted to express was whether any of you three had any idea of ​​changing your child's name.

But they obviously didn't understand the meaning.

"Kaz means the one who brings peace, Esdeath"

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The Primarch forced a smile.

It’s okay, these three names don’t mean anything.

Genetic modification may not be successful. Even if it is successful, subsequent modifications may not be successful. Even if you become the Imperial Guard in the end, you may not necessarily become [The Three Noble Imperial Guards]!

Ever since this idea came into being, the words "Dear Third Brother of the Imperial Guard" have been lingering in the Primarch's mind.

In a trance, he saw three muscular men dressed in boots, leather breeches and long black cloaks. Their upper bodies were exposed, their tattooed muscles bulged, and their towering brass helmets looked eerie and closed.

They twisted their muscular bodies wantonly and approached the Primarch with an eye-catching dance move, hoping to gain praise and recognition from their Creator.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Gan! ! ! !

I don’t want your Imperial Guards!!!
It was not until the gentle words of Kaz's mother rang out again that the Primarch got rid of the fantasy in his head. He stared at the other party in a daze.

"Ahem, until the birth, the three of you will live in the President's residence."

The Primarch clenched his fists and coughed lightly a few times to hide his embarrassment.

Then he ordered the servants of the Mianwei family to take the three expectant mothers away and take good care of them.

Although the names of the three subjects were unlucky and even brought severe mental shock to the Primarch, he still accepted them.

During the remaining boring days, the Primarch enjoyed a long-awaited relaxation. There was no war and no training.

His daily work is to deal with some important decisions, such as the deployment of Demacia's defense and the selection of new Fearless Vanguard members.

After that, he continued to study the Imperial Guard technology given by the Emperor, and occasionally went to the tomb of the Necrons to chat with Xerath and improve the favorability of this ancient Necromancer.

In fact, every time I went to improve my favorability, I would be driven out amid Xerath’s angry roar.

Because the Primarch had never fulfilled the promise he made on Baal.

Time flies, time passes quickly.

In low-Earth orbit, a 26-kilometer-long giant ship slowly approached Demacia.

This huge warship is named Macragge's Glory and is the flagship of the future Imperial Regent, the Thirteenth Lord, the Alien Conqueror, Robert Guilliman.

(End of this chapter)