Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 105 The little cat has a lot of tricks

The Glory of Macragge received an emergency order from the Empire, and the entire fleet began to slowly leave the Denor system.

The edict coming directly from Terra was unclear, the language was ambiguous, and key information was erased by the wavering words. In short, it contained nothing but telling the Smurfs where to go.

Lord Macragge watched his brother frantically packing up valuables, wishing he could move everything from the massive fortress known as the Fortress of Solitude onto his flagship.

As the Ultramarines were navigating in the Warp, they received a communication request directly from the main battlefield. The commander of the First Legion, Lion Johnson, requested to speak to Guilliman, the commander of the Thirteenth Legion.

Guilliman glanced sideways at Galen, who was pretending to be an ordinary guard and even deliberately lowering his body to make himself look smaller than the Primarch. He had no idea what Galen was up to.

The Lion of Caliban, Galen became interested in the conversation between him and Guilliman. The lion was now proud enough, so proud that he was arrogant and stubborn.

"Three, two, one"

A weak electric current lit up, and the light outlined the majesty of the Son of the Forest. The emerald green armor represented the dense forest of Caliban all year round. The Lion Sword leaned docilely beside its master, while its master had blond hair and green eyes, staring silently at the opposite side.

Galen was no stranger to this feeling.

This brother, Leon Jonson, the temperament he exudes, the temperament of being always alert and vigilant, is not human, but more like a beast.

Those beasts have no civilization, no mercy, and no human emotions.

This special feeling is similar to the first time I saw Leman Russ.

I don’t know which one is more difficult to deal with, a puppy or a kitten.

Guilliman here.

A beast was gazing at Guilliman with eager eyes, and Guilliman could sense the undercurrent beneath that obscure gaze. His brother, Lion's Jonson, was assessing Guilliman as he was assessing him.

Or rather he was trying to attack the Lord of Macragge, that was the measuring look the beast gave before launching an attack.

Lion's Jonson, was he trying to get the Lord of Macragge to back off?

Was he judging his brother who was about to join the war in his own vicious and savage way?

Those eyes were fixed on Guilliman with malicious intent, trying to make him flee.

Guilliman certainly knew what to do. When you encounter a wild beast, the best response is not to turn around and run away, nor to attack rashly. In the wilderness, the hunter facing the lion did not change his breathing at all. The hunter slowly raised his hunting rifle that reaped lives and calmly confronted the giant beast.

The two Primarchs faced each other in silence.

Finally, the lion put away his aggressive gaze and nodded proudly, as if making a brief welcome greeting.

Garen knew that the lion was affirming the Lord of Macragge's recent actions.

Cats are aloof and proud creatures. The more you stick to them, the more they will want to stay away from you and become hostile to you.

In comparison, dogs are easy to deal with. You just need to release your enthusiasm to it and let the dog feel your burning sincerity, and it will naturally stick to you.

"Lion Jonson, Dark Angels of the First Legion."

Lion spoke, his voice steady and deep, with unquestionable certainty. Even though the lion himself looked a little haggard and tired because of the battle, his words were still the sharpest sword of Caliban.

"Robert Guilliman, Ultramarines of the Thirteenth Legion." The Lord of Macragge responded with a voice as gentle as a desert spring. Under the warm sunshine of Macragge, Caliban's sword had nowhere to be used.

The unapproachable lion did not agree with what he considered to be the insignificant friendliness expressed by his brother. That kind of lukewarm emotion was destined to be unsuitable for the battlefield full of smoke and gunpowder. The lion was marked as the "commander" in this battle, so he would give his orders with an unquestionable tone and a judging and suspicious look.

"The alien named Randan is attacking the border of the empire. We need to go to the eastern battlefield and stop the attack of Randan's army."

"In the Empire's plan, the Thirteenth Legion will guard a forge world called Nokway. The Dark Angels' fleet will bypass it from the side, cut off Randan's retreat, and annihilate the aliens' vanguard at Nokway."

Galen's voice sounded slightly questioning.

"You mean, the Ultramarines were summoned all the way here just to be the bait for the First Legion to fish? We need to defend against the desperate attack of the Randan army?"

The lion looked at Guilliman with dissatisfaction.

"When the commanders of the two legions were talking, when did it become the guards' turn to interrupt?

Guilliman, I have my doubts about your methods of ruling. If I can't discipline your offspring, I don't mind using the sword of Caliban to teach the little cub behind you how to become a qualified warrior."

Guilliman smiled, stepped back slightly, and handed the stage to the Second Primarch.

He was also not satisfied with the Lion King's battle arrangements, but the Lion King had been marked as the commander of the Randan Campaign, and with Guilliman's character he would not argue with him.

He would accept it silently, and then find a way out for his extraordinary offspring under difficult and harsh conditions.

But now, he would be happy to see the Primarch of the Second Legion clash with the Primarch of the First Legion.

Guilliman was a brilliant politician, and he understood the current situation as a "battle of statesmanship".

"I have no doubts about your plan, but it is a very challenging task to cut off Ran Dan's retreat route. This encirclement and annihilation operation should be completed by a more outstanding legion."

Garen looked at the Lion of Caliban with a hint of provocation.

The Lion King sneered. Even though he disdained to argue with an insignificant soldier, when it came to the topic of legion honor, he didn't mind teaching this ignorant fool a lesson on how to respect strength.

"You mean to say that the Thirteenth Legion is superior to the Dark Angels?"

The Dark Angels, who had not yet been defeated in the Battle of Randan, were the top among the twenty legions in terms of both legion size and hard power.

The Dark Angels are even the only Legion that can launch judgment and extermination against the Mechanicus's Forge Worlds. Unlike other Legions that more or less need to cooperate with the Mechanicus's Forge Worlds, the Dark Angels have their own unique technology.

Apart from the Empire, apart from Terra, apart from the Emperor, the Lion has the right to wipe out everything when necessary.

Therefore, he had no reaction at all to Guilliman and his XIII Legion.

"Why not have a competition? Each of the two legions sent out an urgent team, and their target is the border world of Banliste. The Randan aliens have controlled that planet with a collar."

"Of course, the Primarchs of the First and Thirteenth Legions will not participate in the war."

"For the Ultramarines, I will lead the team."

Kitty, play tricks on me!

(End of this chapter)