Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 140 Erebus, maggots, so hard to kill
"The Dark Apostle has completed his mission. He has staked everything on the future."

——Kephallon

The Dreadnought.

Single training room.

Riven was holding a broadsword and was dodging the high-speed combat server that was rushing towards him.

The sword blade collided with steel, metal tore into metal, fierce sparks burst out from the bite point, and icy sparks splashed to the ground like a meteor shower.

Her eyes flashed, and she suddenly exerted force with both palms, causing the sword blade to reverse at an incredible angle. The huge and heavy combat servo was overturned by the sudden reverse force.

He seized the opportunity and swung his broadsword down heavily.

boom--!
The hard metal of the servo shell was dented inward by the blow, and the other side bulged outward. The cylindrical servo was bent into a large "L" by the violent force.

Boom-!
The scrapped combat servo fell heavily to the ground, colliding with the solid metal floor, rebounding with great force, and fell back and forth several times before falling to the ground unable to get up again.

clap clap clap-

"Brilliant skills, superb swordsmanship, your martial arts skills are comparable to those of the Primarch's personal guards."

Second Captain Kuger leaned against the door frame of the training room, praising his adopted daughter with many words.

Revan is a war orphan picked up by the Primarch on the planet Varengrad in the early days of the Battle of the Wheel of Fire, and the last survivor of Varengrad.

The great Primarch naturally has no time to raise a little girl, even though he once promised to give you armor personally.

The responsibility of raising Raven was thrown to the Second Company. The Second Company Commander at the time was unwilling to take care of a child, and the big guy didn't know how to take care of a child either.

Kuger took the initiative to take on this difficult task.

Time flies so fast.

Kuger exclaimed.

Looking at the figure standing with the sword.

Unlike the delicate Imperial women, Revan, who had survived the Astartes transformation surgery, was two meters tall, and could reach two meters five when wearing armor.

Under the vest that covers his private parts are muscular and strong arm muscles filled with explosive power, and he can easily uproot a weeping willow tree.

The eight abdominal muscles with clear contours shine with a metallic color, and the perfect figure like an ancient Greek sculpture is enough to show how strong the muscles in this body are.

In Kuger's eyes, the thin and pitiful little girl gradually overlapped with the majestic god of war.

The girl who followed him like a shadow.

The girl who would call him dad.

The girl who loves lollipops.

That skinny girl.

He has grown up!

"Father, do you want to fight?"

Raven walked up to his adoptive father Kuge, holding a broadsword, and put his strong arms around his neck, clamping him under his armpits.

"Want to fight? We haven't practiced swordplay together in a while."

"Next time, next time. It's not the time to relax at this point. The Primarch is still in the palace attending the awarding ceremony."

Krug struggled to free himself from his daughter's arm muscles.

"I need to stay highly alert and in the best possible combat condition to deal with any situation that may arise at any time."

"Please, father, this is Holy Terra, the residence of the great Emperor. How could such a villain dare to act so recklessly here?"

Raven spread his hands and said indifferently.

"Be careful, be careful. It is because everyone is thinking this way that the soldiers of the Second Company must be alert. If we can think this way, the enemy can think this way too!"

"In short, it's always better to be cautious."

"Be careful. I'll go back to my room and change my clothes."

Raven tossed the heavy weapon to his father and walked towards the room carelessly.

"This kid!"

Kuge helplessly held the broadsword that was similar to the original body's weapon, walked to the weapon rack, and put the broadsword back to where it should be.

The door opens.

The bright light from the corridor illuminated a dark corner of the room.

In the deep darkness, a vague figure appeared and disappeared.

With a snap, he was spit out of the warp and fell into the dark room.

He slammed into the iron shelves, sending books, manuscripts, and data plates scattering across the floor.

"Lord Erebus, your appearance was somewhat embarrassing."

After closing the door and locking it, Raven turned on the night light beside the bed. The dim light dispelled the darkness and improved the visibility in the room, but it was still dim.

"Don't worry about that. I have already obtained the sacred weapon that will enlighten the future as promised with the gods."

Erebus stumbled to his feet from the floor and untied a burlap-wrapped box from behind.

His eyes were filled with hatred. If the gods hadn't left some tricks on him, he would have almost died at the hands of that bastard!
Just wait, I will take away everything from you and let your soul fall deeply into the sea of ​​insatiable desires!
"I am the chief of the servants of the gods!" Raven said firmly, "I have already started the journey of following them. When I asked to know their purpose, they did not reject me.

And you, Apostle, have refused me. You promised me to reveal the purpose of these daggers of hatred, so do as I command, and speak now.

Erebus, the disgusting old gangster, had been secretive and refused to reveal to her the function of the weapon.

If his broken life still had some use left, she would have hacked the disgusting bastard to death.

"That is what I say, my Lord. These daggers are like the bottled warp, a gift from the gods. They have the power to protect their bearers from harm, or to aid their owners in performing powerful magics. But their effectiveness depends on the ability of their bearers."

"Speaking out loud is worse than hiding it, Erebus." Raven said this with a smile.

Erebus shrugged. "Then I shall speak plainly. These daggers of hate are not only instruments of ritual, but also tools of enlightenment. The wounds they inflict can draw a hero to our side, and make them see the majesty of Chaos and the treachery of the Emperor."

"I can't feel anything except the power of death." Ravenwonda muttered. She picked up the sword again and closed her eyes. "Although I can hear some echoes..."

She frowned, as if listening to something.

"As I said just now, Master Revan," Erebus said coldly, "their effects depend on the ability of the user. They can do whatever people want with them."

Raven looked at the blade in a new light. "You mean they can be a tool for enlightenment?"

As she spoke, her eyes seemed to sparkle: "Enlightenment, or corruption."

"It depends on your beliefs, my Lord."

"And you won't tell us what these daggers are made of, will you?" Raven said.

"The gods will not spoon-feed power into your mouths, my lords, including me. Power must be learned and mastered. Learn like me, or give up halfway in the years to come. The choice is in your hands. I have only given you a direction to work towards in the future, and I hope you can..."

His words trailed off, his eyes wandering downward. "Well, that's great. I see something great in you."

"Is that Emperor's son and your so-called adoptive father really that important to you?"

"Those boring emotions may become an obstacle at some point, hindering the gods' plans."

Yes, Raven had admired the man who had saved her from the greenskins since she was a child.

That feeling, that longing, became uncontrollable as she matured physically and mentally.

Countless midnights, she woke up from wonderful dreams because of her longing for his scent.

She trained hard, hoping that one day she could stand beside him and convey her deep longing to him.

Until the day of the armor-granting ceremony, she was looking forward to his appearance with great joy.

From sunrise to sunset until the clock strikes midnight.

He forgot the promise. He forgot her.

He doesn't care about me at all!
Scumbag scumbag scumbag scumbag scumbag scumbag!!
Yes, he is the Emperor's demigod.

To him, I am just a weak mortal.

They are divine, and they have the most noble belief in the entire universe - to restore the glory of mankind.

How could such a trivial matter as love leave any trace in his heart?

He is the Emperor's demigod, but he also has a human side.

if only!

If only we could tear off the veil of his divinity!
As long as it can magnify his human side!
Will he pay some attention to her?
The voice said bewitchingly.

He is the Lord of joy and controls all positive emotions of pure love, including love.

Embrace Him and you will get the person you have always dreamed of but cannot get!
A paradise of indulgence, a hell of pleasure.

Pull him out of the arms of the Lord of Pleasure!
Erebus waited silently for the other party's answer, but the other party's eyes were empty and no one knew what he was thinking.

"What you didn't tell me is that, aside from being part of the glory of the gods, these weapons are also a curse."

Raven gathered his thoughts and stared at Erebus.

"That's what I was going to tell you."

"I will select five more lucky people to bathe in the glory of the gods together and share this curse."

Terra Palace.

The commotion caused by Erebus' "death" soon died down. An ordinary person who was not even a Space Marine was dead, and the follow-up matters would be investigated by the people of the Inquisition.

"This table, isn't it the one you left in Macragge?"

There was a chair with a big "two" written on the back with paint. Garen was reluctant to sit down as he felt that the guy who made the chair was dissing him.

He leaned over to Guilliman and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, it's the one I made. A message suddenly arrived at Terra that day, asking me to bring this table with me, so I asked the Chapter Master to bring it to me."

"Good boy, why are the numbers on the backs of their chairs all Arabic numerals, but the one I'm sitting on is so special?"

"I think you are very special and need some different treatment to highlight your identity."

Guilliman said with a smile.

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Soon, the emperor arrived.

Galen had to sit on this chair with special meaning.

The emperor, as expected of the ruler of an empire with a complex organization, gave a long and boring speech before eating.

To sum up, the empire is about to be restored, the sons have performed very well, and the old father is very satisfied, so I specially held this dinner to praise you.

My little bastards, the rest of the war depends on you. Conquer the Milky Way as soon as possible. After that, your old father will give you more rewards.

I know that some of you Primarchs have bad relationships, so don't cause trouble, or don't blame me as your father for spanking you.

That's probably what it means.

The emperor's choice of words must have been very elegant, and he didn't even use any profanity when scolding people.

Except for Galen, the other Primarchs were all excited after hearing this, especially those led by Horus, who were so excited that they almost jumped onto the table to show their loyalty on the spot.

The emperor has changed a lot.
Galen thought so. According to the current development situation, perhaps Horus’ birthday celebration would not happen.

Erebus, the cheap bitch, is "dead".

The emperor also cared about his son.

There didn't seem to be any problems on Horus' side either, as he got the fatherly care he had always wanted.

That pseudo-empire was also destroyed by the World Eaters by accident by the Imperial Guards, and Seganus would not have died.

what--

What a wonderful situation.

After dinner, he went to knock on the magic pony again and tricked him into believing that he could help solve the Thousand Sons' mutation problem.

Tell him not to make deals with the evil god for no reason and not to make random phone calls for no reason.

empire!

Liberation is imminent!

Lux ascended the throne, Guilliman became regent, I became Warmaster, and Sanguinius became the Imperial Ambassador and Minister of Foreign Affairs.

The other Primarchs followed the Emperor into glorious retirement.

Wonderful, wonderful!
After dinner, a secret room.

In the shadows, a gorgeous azure blade was handed to him, and Garen caught it.

"Well done, we've solved the problem of Erebus, and it's a huge worry for us!"

Galen couldn't help but praise.

"No, we have to be more careful."

The man in the shadows said.

"If we kill one Erebus, there will be a second Erebus, and a third Erebus. The evil god will not just sit there and watch the empire rise."

"According to the information I received, Erebus disappeared for a while when he set out for Terra, and no one knows where he went."

“Also, when he set out, he had a bag on his back, which Lorgar called a gift for you.

However, the Custodians and I searched every possible place and could not find the item."

"Fuck it!"

Garen couldn't help but swear.

Disgusting, this maggot is fucking disgusting.

The person died, leaving him with a lot of secrets.

"Interes."

"Go find a planet called Intres for me, look for an ancient temple, and a weapon called the Blade of the Nemesis, and see if you can find it."

"A long time ago, I sent out scouts to search for this world, but found nothing."

"Now, you can try again!"

"Yes, for the Holy Emperor!"

oops--!
Why is Erebus so disgusting?
Garen had a hunch that this guy was not dead!

However, the autopsy officer told him that the body was indeed that of Erebus.

Gan! ! ! !

The finale is finally approaching!
The Emperor and his Primarchs were kind and filial to each other.

How come such a disgusting thing popped up?
Recover a former tool and start making trouble!
How could Warhammer's number one beast die so easily?

Kukuku, look at me celebrating Garen's birthday [laughs]

I lied to you.

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(End of this chapter)