Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 118 You are a traitor!
No need for alien help?
Listen, is this something a dark angel could say? Is your position really appropriate to say this?

Although during the Great Crusade and even in the years after the Horus Heresy, the Mechanicum of Mars had been providing the Astartes with a full range of services from military equipment to technical training in accordance with the covenant established by the Emperor, thereby ensuring that they always occupied an important monopoly position in the Imperial Military, the Dark Angels were an exception.

The original armaments of the First Legion came from the forbidden heritage of Ancient Terra dating back to the Long Night, and by order of the Emperor himself they were kept secret.

Phosphating and radiation weapons that are powerful enough to reduce a planet to scorched earth, vortex weapons that can tear open subspace rifts and send targets into another dimension, stasis bombs that can freeze the opponent in a static force field, and plasma guns that are more penetrating than any other legion.

Now, you tell me you don't bother to use alien methods?

Believe it or not, I'm going to Caliban right now to empty your arsenal, you bastard!

Suppressing all the complaints in his heart, Garen asked calmly.

[What happened? Did the Gauss Exterminator I provided cause any negative problems? My brother, why do you speak in such a tone?]

[You don't need to know, you don't need to understand, send someone to dismantle these alien technologies as soon as possible! ]

After leaving these words, Ryan Johnson hung up the phone.

"????"

Garen looked at the silent electromagnetic arcs in the communication channel with a confused look on his face. Wasn't the kitten quite happy being coaxed during the discussion some time ago?
A series of knocks on the door interrupted his thoughts. Looking up, he saw an Extreme Warrior in charge of delivering messages.

"What's matter?"

After collecting his thoughts, Garen asked the Ultramarines outside the door.

With the Skyhawk salute, the Ultramarines said respectfully, "My Lord Primarch, a visitor claiming to be the Primarch requests to meet with you alone."

"You call yourself that?" Galen raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, I claim to be, because in terms of height, the visitor is too small compared to the glorious and majestic bodies of the Primarchs."

Speaking of height, the Ultramarines could not help but complain to the Primarch: "To be honest, I don't believe that man is the Primarch. He is too short and does not deserve the title of Primarch at all. He is about the same height as me."

"."

Self-proclaimed, short.
This was undoubtedly an Alpharius.

"Did he say his name?" Galen asked immediately.

"Yes, my lord primarch, he calls himself Alpharius."

"."

The air fell into a brief silence. No one expected that it would be Alpharius, a guy whose good and evil were unclear, who would come to their door.

"Take him to the drawing room, and invite Guilliman over for me."

After thinking for a moment, Galen decided to take Guilliman with him to meet this cunning brother. With Guilliman's outstanding political wisdom, he would definitely be able to see through that guy's evil intentions.

When it comes to a competition of wits, Garen admitted that he was not as good as Guilliman. The gap between the two was like that between a toddler and a workplace veteran.

"Yes, Master Primarch!"

"If he plays tricks on you later, just go up and beat him up!"

Galen gave these instructions to his brother in the corridor near the reception room.

Guilliman raised his eyebrows and said with a strange look: "I rushed up to beat him up, what are you doing?"

"You and I are civil servants. We should be magnanimous in our verbal battles. What's wrong with beating people up?"

"Civil servants are cruel in beating up talented people!"

Galen patted his brother on the shoulder, pushed open the door to the reception room, and met the eyes of the Hydra Supreme. Two of you?

Alpharius's face froze visibly for a moment. He had never expected to attract both primarchs.

He didn't understand what happened during the message process. He only invited the Lord of the Fearless Vanguard to discuss things, so why did he bring Guilliman along as well.

Isn't my meaning obvious enough? There must be a secret that cannot be known to others, so I came to discuss it with you alone, asshole!

"You don't look very well. Are you thinking about something sad?"

Opposite the coffee table, the tall Primarch had already sat down, his elbows resting on his knees, his chin supported by his clasped palms, his bright eyes staring at the Hydra Supreme opposite him.

"No, I am simply surprised to see two Primarch brothers at the same time."

Quickly adjusting his facial expression, Alpharius gave a friendly smile.

"Now I am happy."

"So, what do you want to talk to me about alone?"

Galen narrowed his eyes and emphasized the word "alone".

"My work is very busy. Not only do I have to focus on the battles on the front lines, but I also have to study and analyze the technology of the Randan aliens and find ways to crack their methods."

"You could say that every second of my time is priceless."

"My brothers, our father intended to create the position of Warmaster and select the most powerful Primarch to lead the Imperial Legion."

Alpharius stated his purpose directly.

Galen frowned.

Guilliman wondered.

The Hydra Supreme saw all the changes in the expressions of the two men, and he confidently promoted the product to Garen.

"The 20th Legion would rather have a leader like the Knights of Demacia than a Warmaster like Horus Lucapel, or the arrogant and complacent Lion Jonson who would do anything to achieve his goals."

"Lord of the Fearless Vanguard, the most favored Primarch by the Holy Emperor, our father, your strength is obvious to all brothers, whether it is the combat effectiveness of the legion or the martial arts of the Primarch himself.

In my opinion, my brother, you are the perfect choice for the title of Warmaster, and there is no one better suited for the position."

"I heard that the Second Legion has close relations with the Space Wolves and the Blood Angels. Judging from the current situation, the Lord of Macragge also has a very good relationship with you. With the support of three powerful legions, Lion's Jonson's Dark Angels, the largest and most powerful legion in the Empire, is simply not enough in front of the Dauntless Vanguard."

"The 20th Legion is willing to provide support so that you can earn enough dazzling military merits among the Randan aliens."

Alpharius laid out his purpose in full, then fell silent, awaiting the response from the Lord of the Fearless Vanguard.

Galen narrowed his eyes. He now knew the source of the contrast in Ryan Johnson's attitude.

It is estimated that the traitorous Primarch in front of him had approached Ryan Johnson in advance and discussed with him the matter of competing for the throne of Warmaster.

There is no doubt that this guy was ruthlessly rejected by the proud Lion of Caliban.

But judging from Ryan Johnson's attitude, this kid is going to compete with him for the position of Warmaster.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be so eager to prove the strength of the First Legion.

After all, that was Ryan Johnson, who would do anything to achieve his goals, and he actually refused the help offered by Galen.

(End of this chapter)