Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 106: The Empire’s Weapons Are Nothing More Than This

The glow of the command board reflected off Lion Jonson's armor, and the Lion King held his sword in silence.

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The image of the Lion King outlined by the weak electric current collapsed inward, and as Ryan Johnson's fierce eyes closed, the communication signal connecting to the First Legion was disconnected.

The Lion King accepted the provocation of a "little soldier". The First Legion is now ready for battle. Ryan Johnson will definitely select the most elite team to annihilate the Randan aliens occupying the Banlister world together with the Extreme Warriors that challenged his majesty.

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

Execute first and report later, the emperor has given special permission!
"Why did you provoke him? The Second Legion may also cooperate with the First Legion in the future."

Although Lord Macragge was happy to see the verbal conflict between Galen's Crownguard and Lion's Johnson, out of his own conscience, or considering the pile of lava bombs and strange weapons that the Second Primarch had carried into his flagship, Guilliman felt that he should still give his brother a kind reminder out of humanitarianism.

"Huh? You call this a provocation? If this kind of language can be considered a provocation, then the Fearless Vanguard must be the most provocative legion in the universe."

This statement is true to some extent. The Fearless Vanguard is keen on boarding battles, which is the glory of a warrior.

Of course, before joining the enemy, they would use the special weapons equipped by the legion commander to launch a few rounds of fire coverage on the enemy, which Galen called a necessary means of "reasoning".

You have to first injure and cripple the opponent until he is afraid of you, then he will obediently join you in a boarding battle.

This also led to the situation that when the Second Legion was engaged in a space station battle with the enemy, several Space Marines would often have to resort to finger-guessing games before they could win the hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

Because there are too many wolves and too little meat, there is simply not enough to go around!

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Guilliman didn't know how to evaluate his brother for a moment. He obviously cared about the word "family", but now his behavior was
Garen Crownguard's resentment of "unhappiness" and "want to fight" was about to overflow.

Guilliman's mouth twitched, and he silently comforted himself in his heart that it was already a good ending that it didn't turn into an offline 1v1 Mortal Kombat with Lion Johnson.

As for the Primarchs, except for a few with good upbringing or high talents, the rest are all hot-tempered guys who refuse to submit to anyone else and they just bicker with each other on a daily basis.

A classic joke is that all Primarchs think they can beat 80% of their brothers.

Before coming to Demacia, Guilliman had heard a rumor about the two legions, the Dauntless Vanguard and the Luna Wolves.

It is said that because of the death of the Sixth Primarch Leman Russ, the two legions had fought with real swords and guns, and both sides suffered extremely heavy casualties.

If the Emperor had not arrived to mediate, based on the rumored brutality of the battle, an entire legion might have been wiped out along with its Primarch.

Guilliman stared at the resentment overflowing from his brother, with two slogans written in large purple fonts: "Unhappy" and "Want to fight" floating above his head.

However, as long as it did not turn into an uncontrollable legion battle, Guilliman actually wanted to watch the fight between the two Primarchs. It was like the cricket fighting game he played with his butler's children when he was a child.

"Destroy the false emperor!"

The empire established by the false emperor collided with their footsteps of expanding territory, and the fight between the two civilizations began, with drums and gongs beating and swords drawn.

The evil alien race is well versed in the art of genes and gunpowder, transformation and enslavement. The upper class enjoys the flesh and blood of the lower class, and amidst the splendor are countless slaves whose brains have been dug out.

The powerful enjoy their privileges wantonly, wearing gold and silver, embellishing their clothes with carved patterns, drinking fine wine, and eating fat meat. The instinct of the race makes the lower classes flock to these vested beneficiaries, completely unaware that they are resources being played with in their hands.

This race is keen on superfluous decoration, useless achievements, and vain boasting. It is unscrupulous, complacent, and has no self-awareness.

The origin and development of this race are tainted with the purest violence and waste, with individuals fighting against each other and racial civil wars occurring frequently.

Oh my god, how did they survive?
Even the most evil lord of Randan could not help but utter an exclamation when he saw the empire's astonishing waste of resources, internal friction and chaos, and the exploitation of his own race.

They are afraid of death, warlike and violent, treacherous and deceitful, arrogant and extravagant. This race is completely a cancer of the physical world. The more they develop and the stronger they become, the more desperate this world will become.

The so-called "Great Expedition", do they really know what they are doing?

The pseudo-emperor's territory expands again and again, accompanied by endless killing and chaos, taking away resources and leaving chaos behind.

As more and more people are drawn into the wave, increasingly radical sentiment will only weaken the barriers between the subspace and the physical world.

What makes them laugh the most is that such a race actually calls itself "righteous"?
Laugh out loud.

What could make this extremely evil race boast so much about themselves? Was it the ridiculous illusions in their heads?
Instead of letting their blood-related upper-level enslavement of the lower-level, it is better to let Ran Dan do this. At least Ran Dan never kills slaves for emotional reasons, and they cherish every resource.

Compared to the empire that advocates absolute violence, Ran Dan is confident that he can defeat them. In terms of psychic attainments, they are far superior to these monkeys who only know how to scream around the fire.

The war has begun.

Hundreds of millions of soldiers were thrown into the battlefield. Bullets pierced through the wind, swords cut through flesh and blood, screams and spells rang out together, and war machines slowly rolled over, accompanied by broken flesh and limbs.

The blasphemous genetic warriors of the alien race joined the battle. Those flesh and blood monsters who were keen on dressing themselves up with different paints were so ugly that Ran Dan felt sick.

But it was such a stupid and wrong existence, relying on their absurd deaths, that gradually curbed the offensive pace of the Randan Empire.

The Randan executive who occupied Banliste stood with his hands behind his back on top of the soaring Governor's Tower. He was shocked by the amount of resources consumed by this luxurious building.

But now, these have become the empire's wedding dress, and all the exquisiteness has become his wealth.

Chuuuu——!
A sharp, piercing cry penetrated its auditory organs, and along with the wailing and crying of the thin air, a fiery red spot of light appeared in its field of vision.

Through the farsightedness afforded by psychic power, the Randan high-ranking official immediately recognized what the attacking object was, a high-explosive ammunition called a "lava bomb" by the Imperials.

It did not feel worried or anxious, and ordered its officers in a calm voice to stop the troops from responding to the attack of the Imperial fleet and drive those Imperial slaves to the battlefield.

Previous battles have proved that this kind of high-powered bomb is not enough to consume all of their psychic shields.

So, it is not in a hurry at all.

The weapons of the empire are nothing more than this!

Until, the bomb explodes!
(End of this chapter)