Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 112 Blood Angels
Conspiracy, trap, murder
All kinds of extreme and dark words stimulated Ryan Johnson's brain nerves. He subconsciously loosened the lion sword in his hand and staggered back with fear in his eyes.

Turning his head to look at Guilliman behind the desk, the other party's face was calm, and he did not show any emotion at all because of the scene of blood. Even though his brother was so seriously injured, he was as indifferent as a stone statue.

"You two lunatics!"

After a moment, these words came out of Ryan Johnson's mouth.

"Isn't this what you want? To make your brothers submit to your arrogance, just like your descendants, becoming puppets who obey your orders."

Galen spoke calmly, as if the blade piercing his abdomen did not exist.

Each Primarch was a solitary being. Before being found, their qualities that made them superior to others made it difficult for them to find a confidant in life or someone who understood them.

And after being found, the so-called father promised them "brothers".

"Brother" means people with similar interests, means the same people, means the same kind.

Sanguinius and Galen, Magnus and the Khan, Fulgrim and Fainus, Guilliman and Klax

But it is obvious that not all Primarchs are looking for and filling their past gaps among these so-called "brothers".

Maybe some lucky ones have found their mortal friends before this, maybe it's Guilliman Robert's parents, maybe it's Ember of Vulcan, maybe it's Horus's gangster father.
This may not be a good memory. Horus killed the gangster with his own hands. At the moment of killing him, Horus jumped from an ordinary gangster into a three-meter-five-meter-tall Primarch.

Before coming into contact with Guilliman and Galen, Lion's Jonson was the first to come into contact with several mentally challenged Primarch brothers, including Perturabo and Mortarion.

Those contacts were not pleasant, and Ryan Johnson even fought with Perturabo, which made him completely disappointed in his so-called "brother".

Faced with those arrogant and aloof Primarch brothers who possessed the divine glory of the Emperor but also had the dark side of human nature because the word "demigod" also contained the dark side of human nature, Ryan Jonson chose to use the same arrogance to hide the beautiful human nature under his divine glory.

“This is too extreme.”

Ryan Johnson staggered backwards as if his steps were on soft cotton, and fell into a chair that had been prepared for him.

extreme?

Hearing this word from the mouth of the Lion of Caliban, Galen raised his eyebrows. Judging from the complicated expression on Ryan Johnson's face, he seemed to be aware of his problem.

Perhaps, now they can communicate calmly, like a tea party between brothers.

Guji——

With his broad palm pressed on the blade of the Lion Sword, Garen slowly pulled out the blade that pierced his abdomen in an extremely bloody scene.

The sharp friction between steel and flesh and bones was like the hollow and monotonous wail of a terrifying magic flute, which hungrily eroded the few remaining glimmers of humanity in Lion's Jonson.

Finally, Ryan Johnson couldn't help but speak.

"Damn it, can't you find a doctor to complete this disgusting operation? Change the room, or just pull it out!"

"I thought you would enjoy the sound of the blade piercing your brother."

Garen spread his hands innocently, and the lion sword went in and out of his intestines like a saw, just like a novice lumberjack sawing a beauty pine.
The red-dyed lion sword was thrown in front of Ryan Johnson. Galen did not continue to torture him. In just a few seconds, the horrific and fatal wound healed without even a trace.

Ryan Johnson's pupils were slightly shocked. Although he had heard that the Second Primarch had amazing recovery ability, he was still surprised when the rumor became a fact he saw with his own eyes.

What a pervert!
In terms of combat capability, his brother, the Primarch with amazing resilience, was definitely the strongest among the twenty Primarchs. Even though each Primarch was a superhuman who could survive in extreme conditions, his endurance was ridiculously high.

But faced with such terrifying recovery ability, no one can outlast him.

Sitting in the chair, Ryan Jonson glanced at the bloody lion sword at his feet. This blade, which had been stained with the blood of countless aliens, now made him feel a little disgusted.

Like, it's not clean anymore.

"Well, without arrogant prejudice and stubborn arguments, we can now discuss the issue of the Battle of Randan in a calm and peaceful manner."

Guilliman ignored the pool of blood that made his war room unclean and tapped his fingers on the table, making a "thump, thump, thump" sound.

Putting aside disputes and intrigues, the three of them, with Guilliman, who had the best strategic command ability, as the core, began to discuss strategies and tactics against the Randan aliens.

Cyclops star cluster.

The Blood Angels had just finished a battle with an alien race. The battlefield was raging with flames and smoke billowing, and the brown soil was stained bright red with blood.

Sanguino looked at the corpse of his comrade on the ground in a trance, squatted down subconsciously, picked up the corpse's still fresh arm with his right hand wearing arm armor, slowly opened his lips, and the angel's tooth popped out from his tooth sac.

Sanguinor prepared to eat his comrade's body, which was also a "fine tradition" developed by the Ninth Legion in the early days of the Great Crusade.

Even by Space Marine standards, the lifespan of IX Legion officers was unusually long, with the public explanation being some bullshit like "good maintenance".

But the truth is actually quite horrifying: after an officer of the Ninth Legion dies in battle, his successor will eat the body and brain of his predecessor to absorb his memories and experience, and eventually inherit his predecessor's name and identity.

Hence they acquired nicknames such as the Ghoul Corps, the Ghouls, and the Corpse-Feasters.

"No! No! I can't do this! For Sanguinius!"

At the moment of taking the bite, Sanguino's reason finally regained its wisdom. He threw away the broken arm of his comrade in horror, fell to the ground, supported his body with his hands, and kicked the ground with his legs to stay away from the flesh and blood that kept tempting him.

The bloody past of the 9th Legion ended with the return of Sanguinius. Faced with this group of horrible children, the most loving man in the galaxy did not give up or complain, but tried to guide the children back to the right track like a true loving father.

The bright and warm spirit of Sanguinius dispelled the brutal and bloodthirsty spirit in the souls of the Ninth Legion.

He banned the bad habits of blood-sucking and corpse-eating in the legion, which repeatedly tested the edge of heresy, and encouraged everyone to sublimate their primitive hunger into passion for artistic creation and skill learning, and taught them how to restrain the beast in their hearts with aristocratic etiquette and noble sentiments.

"Well done, Sanguinor."

The beautiful archangel appeared on the battlefield at some point.

(End of this chapter)