Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 129: Lux's Rise Begins with Killing the Emperor

"I was there the day the princess murdered the emperor."

"I tore off one of the false emperor's legs!"

“His arms have become my trophies.”

——The Three Imperial Guard Brothers
Four Primarchs and three Legions were deeply involved in the Randan War.

And within the empire's borders, a force led by the empire's eldest princess quietly sprouted.

In the warp channel, three freshly-trained Salty Guards were escorting a batch of precious supplies to Nuseria.

"Ohhh, what happened here?"

Kaz was constantly striking various graceful poses that fully demonstrated his muscular build, his four toes touching the ground flexibly supporting his gigantic body from the bridge to the command hall of the transport barge.

"I felt it. It was an unbearable shock."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh~ We need a hearty massacre to show off to the whole world the magnificent bodies our father has given us."

Uwam let out a low, panting laugh of excitement from his throat, and crossed his two strong arms around his own arms, thinking of being able to tear out the enemy's throat and bathe his flesh in hot blood.

The burning sensation and the smell of blood made him raise the flag.

Captain Owatu of the transport barge had beads of sweat on his forehead as he explained with his mouth shut.

"Three Imperial Guards, we are not under attack. It is an ether storm that is interfering with the navigation of the ships. The fleet's navigation route may, no, has been disrupted!"

The chaotic static model on Captain Owatu's fluorescent screen and the route map that flashed frame by frame from time to time showed that the transport barge had already deviated towards another location.

After an unknown amount of time, the piercing alarm in the command hall finally stopped, the red flashing lights that cast a tense atmosphere dimmed, and the white wall lamps re-lit the hall.

"It's finally over, this terrible disaster."

"How was the trip, little Captain?"

"Where are we now? Still in the Empire's territory?"

Owatu said regretfully: "I am very sorry, my three lords, we are no longer in the territory of the empire. This is an unknown galaxy that has not been discovered and explored by the Great Expedition Fleet."

“However, the layout of the star systems here is extremely similar to the solar star field where Holy Terra is located.

You see, nine living worlds revolve around a yellow star."

"I have never been to Holy Terra."

"Before leaving, I heard from those brothers of the Imperial Guards wrapped in heavy armor that there are three brothers of the Imperial Guards who have similar elegant tastes as us in the palace of Holy Terra."

"The Three Forbidden Soldiers of the Moon, that's what they are called!"

"I think we should also come up with a resounding name, so that we won't be at a loss for an answer next time someone asks us about it."

"This is not easy. We need to fight more battles, win some beautiful battles, and achieve widely known achievements before we have the chance to be asked about our reputation."

Just as the three brothers were chatting idly, the numerous transport fleets had been detected by the natives of this galaxy.

A spaceship carrying the will of the galaxy ruler rose from the third planet and headed towards the transport fleet.

"Three Lords of the Custodes, there is an indigenous spaceship heading towards us."

Owatu said this, waiting for the decision to be made. The three imperial guards took control of the armed forces of the transport fleet.

"Looks friendly."

"You can meet him."

"Let us show the natives the charm of the empire."

".Damn it, the image of the empire is ruined. Get ready to call for support from the imperial army!"

Captain Owatu complained in frustration that these three big guys with very little cloth would only make the other party misunderstand that the Empire focuses most of its time and energy on philosophical research.

What deterrent power can a civilization that advocates philosophy have? At this moment, a "sizzling" sound came from the communication channel, and the other party had initiated a communication request.

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The light in the command hall gradually dimmed, a blue electromagnetic arc hung high, and then pulled up and down. After a harsh static noise, the other party's image appeared in front of everyone.

A middle-aged man with long hair and beard, wearing an exquisite and luxurious red robe, his official robe was embroidered with lifelike animals with some precious metal thread, his eyes were half closed, and he had a condescending attitude.

Captain Owatu raised his eyebrows, the other party looked unfriendly.

"Holy Emperor."

The first words spoken by the native official shocked everyone present.

Isn't this a barbaric land outside the empire?

Why does this person dressed as an official from the 2K era start calling himself the Holy Emperor? ? ?

"I am a diplomatic official from Holy Terra."

Owatu was completely confused. Could it be that the ether storm took them through time?
Is this Terra from some past era, or future era?

It's very possible!
Whether it is the structure of the galaxy or the series of strange terms spoken by this person!

However, the subspace timer did not respond.

Captain Owato looked at the Imperial envoy suspiciously.

"Quickly explain your origins and intentions to the Holy Emperor. Any disobedience will be regarded as resistance. We have the right to immediately eliminate all rebels!"

"Dear 'Empire' envoy, I am Owatu, the captain of this transport fleet. We come from Demacia in the Ethereal Star Region and are heading to the world of Nuseria to deliver supplies.

On the way, we encountered an ether storm and ended up here. We don’t know what happened.”

They were just a transport fleet, and Ovatu did not want to cause any trouble. They wanted to leave here as soon as possible and report the situation of this strange galaxy to the Emperor. Naturally, the Space Marine Legion would come to deal with it.

With the purpose of not causing trouble, Captain Owatu began to describe the greatness of the empire to the envoy of the local emperor.

The galaxy-spanning imperial territory, millions of loyal warriors, twenty primarchs and their extraordinary offspring, and the great Emperor who commands it all and rules the world.

Countless worlds have been conquered, countless races have been exterminated, the Milky Way belongs to mankind!

At this moment, in the Imperial Capital, Terra.

The local emperor "Emperor" could not believe the vast and glorious civilization described in the other party's words.

He tried to convince himself that those magnificent creations and those mythical figures were nothing but self-boasting.

The local emperor gestured to the messenger and said.

"In the name of the Holy Emperor, I demand that you immediately disarm and surrender your fleet. You will still be granted the title of nobility. Isn't that wonderful?"

"The merciful Emperor gives you one Terran day to think. If you still do not repent, death and destruction will be your only destination."

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Communication is disconnected.

"interesting."

"We are the chosen ones."

"Just when we were about to make achievements, the enemy thrust his head in our direction. An emperor in disguise, if we take off his head, our deeds will be engraved on the murals of the Primarch's throne room!"

The three of them laughed hungry and excitedly.

"Little Captain, go and kill the Emperor!"

Owatu: “Ah?”

(End of this chapter)