Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 132 Father, I was raped
Almost at the same time, in front of this magnificent palace.

Kahn heard some strange gunshot, exploding next to his eardrum, deafening him.

Kahn knelt on the ground, curled up and fell to the side. His face was hit by some energy weapon. The white ceramic steel of the mask and chest armor had been deformed into ripples. Like melted wax that suddenly solidified after ripples.

Another gunshot was heard, and the air fluctuated violently, shattering the World Eaters' banner in the hand of the standard-bearer Jedek.

A third loud bang knocked Kolga down, and his left leg was broken as easily as a reed stalk.

The scientific priests of the Pseudo-Imperial Government are proficient in a rare and magical force field technology, and use it to equip their elite guards.

They cover their bodies in some kind of device that distorts light, making them invisible, and they can also release this force field to create brutal and ruthless attacks.

"Attack!"

"Back to back!"

The World Eaters reacted as quickly as possible, standing back to back and entrusting their backs to their trusted brothers.

However, the attack was not stopped, and not even the mask's scanning matrix could detect the presence of these enemies.

"What the hell is this!"

Jedek cursed viciously, firing the grenade launcher aimlessly into the air, his anger pouring out with the explosion of the bullets.

The invisible Shadow Assassins stood arrogantly not far away, observing and waiting, looking for an opportunity to deal a fatal blow to these extraordinary Astartes warriors.

Seeing Jedek opening fire and shooting aimlessly, Kahn and others were not willing to be outdone. A ruthless firepower network with the sharp knives as the center spread out to the surrounding void.

Bullets slashed everything in front of them, splitting the floorboards, sawing through the stone railings, and smashing the marble guardhouse.

Thick dust covered the sky and the hot bullets continued to burst out, stirring the slowly rising dust into a swirling vortex.

Suddenly, a different feedback sound came from my ears.

In the air, amidst the thick dust, a pink mist drifted away, followed by the dull sound of something heavy falling.

Something fell over and knocked over the fence.

Jedek hit the jackpot!
However, the battle brother who was standing back to back with him was hit by the energy beam, his head flew off his shoulders, and the burning blood dyed his armor scarlet and hot.

Stealth technology works best when the user remains still. If they move, they leave a blurry image and a thermal trace.

Kahn reacted quickly, attacking every discordant light and shadow in the air. He turned up the contrast of the eyepiece, making the field of vision almost black and white, but this way he could more clearly distinguish the abrupt outlines against the blurred background.

He killed three of them in one go. After these enemies died, the cloaking device lost its effectiveness.

Khârn watched the bloody bodies reveal themselves. Their silver armor was exquisitely crafted, with an amazing amount of carvings and insignia.

Tall and cloaked in scarlet silk, they reminded Khârn of the Custodes that guarded the Imperial Palace on Terra.

Koragg is now furious because his team has suffered heavy losses!
The future loyalist centurion rushed to the front, took the initiative to open a path, and broke into a towering hall outside the ambush circle. His anger reignited the fighting spirit of the team.

Just when his left hand was about to be interrupted by the attack of the Jueying Assassin, a salty and indecent triple chorus exploded in the ethereal air.

"Ohhh~bro~"

"You look like you could use a little help."

"Auntie, press it down~~"

Uwam sang the blood-boiling imperial army war song.

With a slight sound of metal cracking, the faint air formed a shock wave and dissipated in the impact.

In the empty space, on the left side of the hall near the gate, three sturdy bodies suddenly appeared. The shattered cloaking devices turned into specks of dust, which became the warm cheers for their appearance.

"Oh my god, Kazda!"

Kaz struck a bodybuilding pose, showing off his big, shining white teeth and raising his eyebrows three times as he introduced himself to the heroic centurion.

Kolag stood there in a daze. He felt the world spinning around him. Under the influence of some strange spirit, his body was crushed and torn into pieces, turned into a pool of meat paste, and then violently beaten by "Ola Ola Ola". Finally, at the mercy of those big hands, he was put back into a human form.

Ah - Father, my spirit has been raped.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Monsters! Heretics! These are the heretics of the false emperor! Kill them! Aaaaah!!!"

Intelligence had already reported that three Guards of the Forbidden Kingdom had gone missing in the territory of the False Emperor. In addition, the Guards of the Forbidden Kingdom wore Guards helmets on their heads, which made them look taller and more powerful than Space Marines.

Koragg naturally recognized them; they were the three missing imperial guards.

But
But
Die for me! ! ! !
Naked asshole!!!

"Calm down! Calm down, Koragg! Don't let this little ordeal break your will!"

Kahn rushed into the hall at a very fast speed, grabbed Koragg's armor, shook it, and used sonorous words to rebuild the centurion's faith.

"Captain! Then turn around and take a look!"

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"Okay, Koragg, you can continue to act crazy. I still have combat missions to complete."

Kahn left without looking back, but as soon as he took a step forward, he was stopped by someone.

He stood there in embarrassment.

Holy Emperor, please don't let them come here, don't let them come here!

"Captain Kahn, huh?"

"We have been waiting here for a long time."

"I originally wanted to sneak into the false emperor's palace in this way."

"I didn't expect that you would act much faster than expected."

"You know what we mean, right?"

“The brothers spent a lot of effort and time.”

"The false emperor's head is ours."

I could tell that these three big guys who didn't have any cloth were afraid that they would steal the credit.

Kahn would rather offer the honor of killing the false emperor with both hands, just asking them to put on their clothes or leave here and stop raping the spirits of the warriors.

"Then hurry up, those three!"

Get out of here, you bastard!
Kahn said through gritted teeth.

"of course."

"I'll leave the small fish to you."

"Oh ho ho ho~"

Amidst a burst of excited laughter, the three eye-catching big guys finally left.

Shaking his head, Kahn regained his will to fight.

He drew out his chainsaw axe, raised his arm high, and roared, "Sacrifice my blood to the Emperor, and my skull to the Golden Throne!"

He then chopped at the blurry shadow blocking his side and felt resistance from the axe blade.

A scream came from somewhere, and a wound appeared in mid-air, with blood splattering on the wall and Kahn's armor.

"Long live the Emperor's daughter!"

He shouted, waving his arms with all his might, servos and bionic polymers forming artificial muscles between his skin and armor plates, swelled violently.

He used his two-handed axe to strike three times in a row, and more blood gushed into his field of vision. The pink wet internal organs had no ability to be invisible, so they were exposed directly before his eyes.

With a terrible scream, the soldier revealed his true form. His force field collapsed.

He stumbled and struggled to get out of the fight, holding his entrails in his hands and trying futilely to stuff them back.

The invisible force field struck Kahn again, tearing the edge of his left shoulder guard and nearly knocking him down. He turned and swung his chainsaw axe, the blade hitting something, sending metal fragments flying.

A human silhouette left its original position, as if cut out of space. But soon the gap was filled. The electromagnetic field of the shadowless assassin emitted crackling sparks, revealing his figure. He brandished a long-bladed spear and rushed towards Kahn.

The spearhead bounced off Khârn's helmet. He ducked with his chainsaw axe in hand and slashed it across the man's silver gauntlet.

At the same time, Kahn rushed forward, shouldered the enemy and rammed him into the wall, a blow so fast and fierce that the ancient murals on the wall peeled off.

Khârn stood up, gasping for air. The Shadow Assassin's lungs and chest were almost flattened, and he made a choking sound, then fell to his knees, head hanging. Khârn wielded the chainsaw axe with a flowing motion, and sent him to a merciful death.

Karn paced slowly, holding a buzzing chainsaw axe in his right hand. The floor of the room was covered with blood and blackened meat.

Gunshots rang out from a nearby room. Kahn strode in, picked up the bolter, and loaded it with his left hand.

The two World Eaters followed him inside, and Khârn pointed his axe expertly toward the colonnade on the left.

"Line up over there." He switched the line and found several people looking for him.

"Your Highness?"

"Yes, it's me. Angron and I are on our way to the palace. Surround the place. Don't kill the "Emperor" yet. Wait until we get there."

Lux's crisp voice rang out on the communication channel.

Kahn scratched his head and said, "But the three imperial guards have already rushed in, shouting slogans to kill the false emperor."

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"Okay Kahn, try to stop them and say it's my order."

"Understood, Your Highness."

After hanging up the phone, Kahn couldn't help but sigh.

"Your Highness, you are really becoming more and more majestic."

Kahn crept forward. At the far end of the room, past the disemboweled bodies of assassins, he saw sixteen broad marble steps leading to a stone doorway, carved with intricate and ornate symmetrical patterns.

He walked slowly up the steps. Dappled light shone through the open door, forming bizarre patterns on the ground.

It was eerily quiet there, even from the roar of battle surrounding the palace. All Khan could hear was the sound of blood dripping from the chainsaw axe, leaving a trail of blood on the marble floor.

He walked through the gate and into the tower, the inner walls of which extended all around him into the sky.

Apparently, he had entered the tallest and most majestic spire in the palace, which was a hundred meters in diameter and one kilometer above sea level.

When I reached the second-to-last floor, I heard a soft creaking sound from above, like the sound of a windmill spinning.

Kahn stopped and looked into the distance. From such a high place, through the large glass windows, he could have a bird's eye view of the palace and the capital city.

The raging flames of war illuminated the sea of ​​smoke that covered the sky, and some buildings were reflected in the firelight, giving off a pink halo.

Weapons spewed flames, and beams of energy danced in the darkness. Looking up, the sky was also filled with flames, like a mirror of the battlefield on the ground.

The spearheads have advanced upon the Emperor's cities, bringing destruction.

However, the perpetrators are still at large.

He walked up the last step, weapon clenched in his hands.

The top circular platform forms the base of the tower, and a huge petal-shaped crystal glazed dome and steel bars are intertwined to form a leaf-shaped roof.

The entire building slid slowly in pursuit of the night light, making a creaking sound. At the other end of the platform, against a huge window, was a golden throne.

This throne was tall and majestic, requiring three levels of golden steps to ascend. The back of the chair was very high, and the armrests were wrapped with cables. There was no one on the throne.

"Even the Emperor's Golden Throne has pirated copies, what is going on here? Logically speaking, a human settlement lost in time and the storms of the warp cannot possibly know about Holy Terra."

With confusion, Kahn looked around and saw three dirty guards posing in front of the golden throne.

"Aren't you three going to take off the false emperor's head? Are you done so soon?"

"The throne is empty."

"Only one old man."

"Curse us!"

"I despise you." An old man under the throne said with a thick ancient accent. "I despise you, invaders."

"Openly exposing your disgusting bodies before the sacred throne. Bah! Disgusting!"

"This is blasphemy, this is defilement, this is disrespect!"

"Am I speaking to the so-called 'Emperor'?" Kahn asked.

He switched off the chainsaw axe and put it back on his back, but he kept his bolter pointed at the robed man just in case.

"So-called?" the old man responded. "So-called? How dare you blaspheme me in this inner palace? The Emperor is the Emperor, indisputable, the savior and protector of mankind. You are the imposters of unknown origin, the offspring of the devil—"

"I am human like you."

The old man sneered and said, "You are just an imposter. You have artificially built a giant body, which is really deformed and ugly. No one would use such means to wage war against their compatriots."

He pointed contemptuously at the battlefield outside.

The old man was dejected: "You could have let us go."

"What?" Kahn asked.

"Since our philosophical views are so contradictory, you could have just walked away from us and let us live freely. But you didn't. Why? Why do you insist on destroying those who go against your will? What threat do we pose to you?"

Kahn was speechless for a moment. He had never thought about it from this perspective.

His superiors told him that Khârn fought for the Imperium, and world after world was conquered.

"I want you to surrender to me, Your Majesty!" Kahn had no choice but to say this.

Those philosophical questions were not something a pawn like him should think about.

"Can't you have mercy on me? Can't you even keep this little honor for me? I will stay here until your commander comes here to accept my surrender. Tell him to come!"

(End of this chapter)