Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 111: Damn, where did this pervert come from?

Macragge's Glory.

just now.

The Dark Angels' iron army emerged from the teleportation point in neat steps. The Lion of Caliban led this mighty force, looking as fierce as a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

The Lion of Caliban strode with great strides, his brilliant cloak fluttering behind him, sweeping past the Ultramarines standing at the edge of the corridor beside him.

The entire corridor was plunged into a deathly oppression. The lion's rage strangled everyone's throat. They all held their breath as much as possible, fearing that they would make a sound and then -

Cause disaster.

The door at the end of the corridor was closed, the steel blocking his entry, silently expressing its rejection of Lion's Johnson.

The Lord of Macragge did not extend an invitation to his "brothers".

Even before they could board the ship, it was Ryan Johnson who forced the ship to "dock" at the dock of the Macragge's Glory.

Now, there is a crater-sized hole on the Ultramarines' Glory Dock.

"I'm sorry, sir, the commander of the legion has ordered that no one is allowed to disturb us."

On either side of the door, two Ultramarines held up their halberds, crossing them in front of Lion's Jonson.

Guilliman had strictly prohibited anyone from revealing what the two Primarchs were conspiring in the war room. Before receiving the order, the Second Primarch's actions on Macragge's Glory were top secret of the Legion.

Any Ultramarines who disclose information without authorization will be severely punished by military law.

The two Ultramarines abided by their duties and must not allow anyone from the First Legion, including the Primarch of the First Legion, to enter the operations room without receiving orders from the Primarch.

Ryan Jonson stretched out his sharp lion sword, and the blade easily picked up the halberd. With two clicks, these useless weapons fell to the ground.

He roughly raised the sturdy shield on his left arm, a sturdy shield called Lion Shield, and smashed it violently on the steel door.

boom--!
Carrying the power of the original body, the terrifying force was as violent as a wave of hundreds of meters in an instant, and it smashed hard on the confidentiality door made of fine steel.

The cracked round pit burst open, and the cracks spread in all directions like a spider web. The entire magnificent corridor trembled in fear at this blow, and the exquisite chandelier on the ceiling swayed left and right.

The pure steel door slowly opened, and Guilliman stood behind a desk piled with documents with a gentle smile, like a gentle sun in spring.

"My brother, why are you so furious?"

"Without your instructions, I don't believe those two Ultramarines dared to speak to me."

The first time he was provoked by Galen disguised as an Ultramarines on the communication channel, and the second time he was humiliated by Gage when he eavesdropped on the conversation at the table. Although this was also done by Galen's command, Ryan Johnson was not aware of it.

"I warned you, Guilliman, that if you cannot effectively manage your soldiers, I will not hesitate to use any means to discipline these arrogant brats."

Ryan Johnson looked disdainfully at the tall figure standing deep in the war room. Even though he was in the lair of the Ultramarines, Ryan Johnson did not restrain himself at all.

Ordinary Ultramarines cannot intervene in the battles between the Primarchs. It is like a fight between two giant elephants. The innocent ants around them will be easily knocked over by the aftermath or trampled to death in large numbers.

"Why don't you come in and talk, just you and me."

Guilliman ignored Lion's Jonson's challenge and held out an armored arm, inviting the Lion of Caliban to take a seat.

Lion's Jonson was silent for a moment, and Guilliman showed him obvious goodwill, which was in stark contrast to his previous provocative behavior.

He waved away the members of the Honor Guard following behind him and walked into the sturdy secret room alone, facing the unknown Hongmen Feast.

The steel door slowly closed. Lionel Johnson glanced inconspicuously at the guards who disappeared through the gap in the door, then turned to face Robert Guilliman.

"I apologize to you on his behalf for my previous rude provocation."

Guilliman bowed profusely. "Him?"

"What kind of magic power does this offspring of yours have that deserves the apology from the Primarch, the Lord of the Legion and the Father of Genes."

Although he was very dissatisfied with the provocative behavior of the Extreme Marine, and even angry, at this moment, Ryan Johnson was even more angry about the strange magic possessed by the Extreme Marine.

Not only can he defeat his adoptive father on the battlefield, disrupt his deployment, and seize the first credit for beheading.

Now, Guilliman is asked to apologize for the behavior of the Ultramarines, which is unbelievable.

The twenty demigods created by their Holy Emperor, possessed divinity that naturally distanced them from mortals, even their extraordinary offspring.

Ryan Johnson began to feel curious about this Ultramarines, and this curiosity was even stronger than his anger and desire to teach him a lesson.

"You want to meet him?"

Guilliman knew that the Lion of Caliban had fallen into a Demacian hunter's trap, waiting to be caught.

Tap tap tap.
Strong footsteps came from the inner side room. Ryan Johnson glanced sideways. As the oak door was slowly pushed open, a sacred and glorious body walked out of the room.

Rumors have been circulating in the Empire over the years that the Holy Emperor has shown an unprecedented preference for a certain Primarch.

To what extent do you prefer it?

The great Emperor even adopted the psychic sister of the Primarch as his daughter and kept her by his side.

Given the Emperor's treatment of psykers as if they were firewood, this was unbelievable, and they could not think of any possibility other than a preference for the Primarch.

Some Imperial officials even speculated that the Emperor intended to pass his throne to this Primarch.

The Emperor had already sent a portion of his Ten Thousand, the guards of Holy Terra, to help the Primarch protect his homeworld.

Oh my God! What a doting!

Ryan Jonson knew some inside information, but only some. Most of the things about this Primarch brother were top secret information within the Empire.

Perhaps Horus knew more, but Lion's Jonson was not nearly as close to Horus as Fulgrim was to him.

The proud Lion of Caliban naturally did not bother to ask Horus for advice.

The use of alien technology by the Ultramarines could no longer be investigated from the appearance of this Primarch.

Ryan Johnson knew how close the relationship between this Primarch brother and the aliens was. According to reliable information, the Second Legion had equipped itself with alien technological weapons on a large scale.

Some weapons even involve mysterious creatures with the top-secret word "God".

"I need an explanation."

Ryan Jonson said, frowning.

"Explain?"

Garen took a step closer to the lion king, and the kitten vigilantly took an attacking posture.

With the news, Garen walked up to the Lion King and slowly held the back of his sword-holding hand.

Pfft——!
The sharp blade pierced Garen's abdomen and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Is this explanation enough to calm you down?"

What the hell! Where did this pervert come from? Why did he start to stab me with blood right away?
Shocked Ryan for ten thousand years!

(End of this chapter)