Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 128: Extreme Creatures of Demacia

The Fortress of Solitude.

just now.

After hanging up the communication channel, Maxim's face was shrouded in gloom, and three big guys wearing very little clothing surrounded him.

"Hello~Mr. Knight, what trouble did you encounter on your date?"

With his five fingers pressed against his forehead as if he were a thinker, Kaz squeezed in front of Maxim and spared no effort to show off his explosive muscles.

"Uh huh huh~"

A muffled laugh emanated from Waum's throat, the sound of hungry sexual excitement.

"So, you need us to help you deliver this batch of precious supplies, right?"

He kept performing various graceful fitness movements to allow his uncle to fully appreciate his body full of the ultimate physical flavor.

"No, I just need you to follow the fleet and make sure this batch of supplies is safely delivered to Miss Laxana."

Maxim gritted his teeth.

"If there is a choice, it definitely won't be you!"

"Ohhh, you just want our help, don't you?"

Kaz's naked body kept getting closer, and Maxim was forced to retreat again and again. Even in the most brutal battlefield of the Wheel of Fire or the Plague War, this loyal captain of the guards never took a single step back in such embarrassment.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Longing for it!"

"You want it!"

"you need to!"

The three of them worked in harmony with each other and gradually forced Maxim back to the corner of the laboratory until he had nowhere to retreat.

"Yes! Yes! I need it, come and help me!"

Out of desperation, Maxim admitted in a sad tone that he needed the help of his three imperial guard nephews!

To Maxim's surprise, these three guys had other purposes.

Kaz then proposed a condition: "If you let the three of us take your place as the Primarch's caretakers, then that's fine."

"What?" Maxim couldn't believe it. These three guys set their sights on the title of captain of the guards right away.

"Oh, yes, you heard it."

"Our sexual desire! To serve our Creator, the Lord of the Fearless Vanguard!"

"Allow us to do so, and we will help you."

The three of them discussed the conditions with Maxim one after another.

"I don't know if you have noticed that the Primarch favors his sister the most, and you are using such an important matter as a bargaining chip to deliver supplies to your sister-in-law."

Maxim smiled darkly.

"Hehe, what if I tell Her Majesty Laxana about this?"

"Hey! We're your nephews!"

"Shameless!"

"Despicable informer!"

"You three can try it." Maxim threatened mercilessly.

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"Guide the spacecraft onto the preset route."

"Entering the route."

"Confirming transmission permission."

"Permission confirmed."

"Keep steady and be prepared for the pilot."

"Hold steady, read it."

Fearless Vanguard Bismarck, a veteran from Terra, leaned against the door of the steel vehicle behind him with his arms folded across his chest, watching the transfer of this batch of extremely valuable experimental equipment. And at his feet was the most important and largest port in Demacia - the Starport.

From a distance, the starport looks like a huge, disorganized mountain of metal.

Landing platforms stretched out in all directions, some of them large enough to accommodate giant landing ships.

The shuttles came and went without stopping, like bees buzzing around a hive.

Large trucks and cargo crawlers are coming in and out all the time, and the hub supervisor has to monitor these vehicles as they pass through the southern hub checkpoint.

Vehicles pass through a set of gates over 50 meters high and enter the first cave of the checkpoint, where workers load and unload goods.

Once loading and unloading is complete, the vehicle is driven into a second cave and then emerges into the open air to continue the transportation cycle.

Bismarck knew that this process was called a checkpoint, and that the ancients had used it to regulate ships sailing on rivers, though he had no idea whether the metaphor was appropriate—he had never seen a ship or a river.

Men, women, and mechanics, fifteen hundred workers toiled to load and unload the vehicles.

Suddenly, the orderly and repetitive mechanical work was stopped, and the 1,500 workers straightened their hunched backs and looked towards one place in unison.

"In the name of Holy Terra, what the hell is this!"

One worker couldn't help but shout out.

The shouting startled Bismarck, who was resting with his eyes closed. The tall giant, with his excellent eyesight, looked past the layers of black oily heads and saw the culprit who caused the riot -

They turned out to be three big guys wearing very little cloth! From their lewd eyes and disgusting movements, it was clear that they were the best of the imperial guards.

The reason why we know the identities of the three giants is that apart from a few pieces of cloth, they even reluctantly wore the same style of helmets as the Imperial Guards!
Holy Emperor, thank you for keeping the three of them naked.

Otherwise, my eyes would have to be gouged out because of rape!

"Ohhh, you must be the one we are looking for."

"A big guy among short guys."

"The fearless old soldier Bismarck."

The three of them immediately spotted Bismarck, who was hiding at the back of the dense crowd and trying to slip away after glancing at them.

"You three, your outfits are really trendy."

Even Bismarck could hardly hold back his cool. The aura of the ultimate physical philosophy gripped his throat, trying to suffocate him!

"You are really discerning."

"Loyalty is our armor."

"OH, Yes! Yes! Yes! Loyal!"

Hearing this, Bismarck, whose brain had been suffocated by the Ultimate Body, asked a question that he shouldn't have asked.

"Why are those three still covering their bodies with cloth?"

"OH, bro, you are the brother who understands us the most."

“That’s what we did initially.”

"The Primarch whipped us hard (tremolo)."

As Bismarck looked on in extreme horror, three big, dirty men surrounded him and hugged him in their arms.

"Thank you for your affirmation."

"You are our friend."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Friendship forever!"

Around them, 1,500 workers pointed and talked about the four people, and some even took out the cameras they carried with them to record the four people's obscene actions.

Some of the female workers smiled like aunties, pointed at the four people and whispered to each other.

"Is there no one in this world who is worthy of Lord Bismarck's love?"

"Demacia is tolerant and open, and we should respect that adult."

"Okay, everyone, go back to work as normal. Don't show any discriminatory or rude behavior. If you are dissatisfied, you can complain to the President's Office."

Catching these words, Bismarck looked up at the sky, tears of sadness dripping from the corners of his eyes.

Bismarck is socially dead in Demacia.

Starting today.

(End of this chapter)