Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 108: Fallen Angel Luther
When the Dark Angels' ships arrived breathlessly at the place where the Randan people fled after traveling thousands of miles, they saw only an airtight circle formed, like a sacrificial ceremony performed by some religious fanatics.

Luther, the deputy commander of the Dark Angels, raised his right arm and signaled the marching soldiers to stop.

Luther was the one who found Lion on Caliban. He raised Lion as if he were his own child, and the name of the Primarch was also given by him.

Similar to Kor Phaeron, he was not a fully modified Space Marine, and thus was smaller in stature than his other battle-brothers.

Then he waved his hand backwards, and the battle brothers surrounding the smaller commander immediately understood what he meant. They picked up their grenade launchers and slowly retreated, creating a sufficient buffer distance between them and the group of strange extreme warriors.

"Report your unit number and commander's name, lay down your weapons and accept inspection. Any abnormal behavior will be regarded as an attack. My battle brothers will use the explosives in their hands to send anyone who behaves improperly to hell!"

Luther took a step forward and shouted to the group of Ultramarines who were gathered in a circle and seemed to be performing a strange ritual.

In the deserted flying plaza, the only response to Luther was the sound of wind blowing sand. The other party did not make any response to his shouting.

The look in his eyes became dangerous, and the loyal face was frowned. Luther slowly raised his arm, and the muzzles of the Dark Angels' guns were raised, with their fingers on the triggers, waiting for the commander's order. The rapid artillery fire would send this group of people into a hell of steel and fire.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, we are good people!"

A deep voice came over the mountains of heavy armor of the Ultramarines and reached Luther, but this shout was not enough to make him let down his guard.

They had already experienced the power of the Randan aliens. These despicable and disgusting beasts were able to release an evil psychic magic that controlled the minds of the Space Marines and caused the Dark Angels' battle brothers to kill each other.

In the distance, a hole was torn in the blue circle, and the Primarch, wearing the Centurion exoskeleton again, walked out from the center of the crowd. With every step of his huge steel boots, the ground shook noticeably.

Gululu.
A blood-stained head rolled to Luther's feet, with a fearful expression on its face and angry eyes, as if even after death it would bite off a piece of flesh from the living.

After spitting at the remaining head of Leader Randan, Luther raised his right leg and stepped on the head with its eyes open, then slowly raised his leg and looked at the huge exoskeleton mecha opposite.

Dissatisfaction appeared on Luther's face, not towards the Ultramarines who were the first to succeed in beheading, but towards the Primarch Lion Johnson who was the commander of the legion.

Luther's dissatisfaction with Lion's Jonson has a long history. Perhaps it was the Chaos Tome owned by the Knights of Sirius that had been destroyed by Lion's Jonson. Luther secretly kept these banned books and after reading them, his mind was corrupted by Chaos and a crack opened up.

It may also be that he was dissatisfied with Ryan because of the honor and reputation he had gained.

It is not known which reason is the case, perhaps it is both.

"Ah, we were lucky this time. We ended the battle without much effort."

"Brothers of the Dark Angels are a step late. If you had come three minutes earlier, I'm afraid that the merit of beheading the leader of Randan would have become a new decoration on your armor."

Galen's words were full of provocation.

On the other side, facing the ridicule of the Ultramarines, Luther was surprisingly calm, because it was Ryan Johnson who set the strategy for this attack, and he was only acting according to the orders of the Primarch.

The dark angels asked each other a few questions. As they were responsible for capturing this fleet, they naturally knew how terrifying these alien races were.

Although the Ultramarines' smile did reveal a kind of ignorance and stupidity of unexpected good luck.

Even the most skilled interrogator could not see the flaws in the Ultramarine's words and expressions. It seemed that he was just an ignorant lucky person.

But even the consumption of their grenade firepower would take some time, not to mention the enemy's unique psychic detonation.

There's something fishy here.

The Dark Angels looked at each other.

Macragge's Glory.

The Primarch Robert Guilliman was frowning. After this small-scale recovery operation, a large amount of information about the Randan aliens was sent to him by the intelligence officer who was responsible for collecting battlefield intelligence.

Guilliman served as a strategist for his father's Great Crusade, preferring to formulate battle plans rather than personally participate in combat (although he certainly met his monthly quota of xenos kills).

As a commander, Guilliman's first principle is "information is victory". He emphasizes that Space Marines need to have both theoretical knowledge and practical experience, and both must be strong. They must be able to fully understand the tactical situation and have the ability to achieve tactical goals.

Regarding the "decapitation operation" that the Randan aliens are good at and use frequently, an idea emerged in Guilliman's mind.

You can send out a bait to lure Ran Dan's troops to attack the bait, and then use a roundabout way to wipe out the invading enemy.

The key point of this tactic is that the warrior acting as bait will be in great risk of death. Not only are the Randans very powerful in close combat, but the psychic screams they emit before death can also cause considerable damage.

This makes baiting an extremely dangerous job.

Even as the Primarch, Robert Guilliman could not guarantee that he could retreat unscathed after being beheaded by the other party.

The Primarch is the ceiling of wisdom and military strength in a legion. If the Primarch is unable to carry out this dangerous plan,
Unlike his other brothers, Guilliman cherishes the lives of his extraordinary offspring very much. After all, each of them has a family behind them.

When the good news of victory reached Guilliman's operations office, the name of the giant blue can lit up on the command board, and Guilliman's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yup!

Isn’t there a ready-made meat shield in your hand?
Whether it is from various incredible rumors or information obtained from his own intelligence channels, they all point to one fact.

Galen's Crown Guard is the most powerful among the Primarchs!
Although, this statement would cause many bad-tempered Primarch brothers to vent their anger at the real Second Primarch offline.

Whoever wants can come.

Just as Guilliman was thinking about how to use his brother's strong body to attract Randan bees to come and collect honey, the door of the operations office was pushed open.

Galen, happily swaggering in as if he were at home.

He was wondering what the kitten's expression would be when he met her later.

(End of this chapter)