Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 26: Pie-in-the-sky Steel Stacking

Oval Building.

just now.

In the Prime Minister's office, Galen sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, writing and drawing, then raised the small notebook on the table with satisfaction.

Name: Galen Crownguard

Blood volume: 11101
Equipment: Heart of Steel
The cumulative health of Heart of Steel is 12% of the damage value when the damage is caused.

The punch he just delivered to the nun increased his maximum health by 131 points.

The higher the health, the higher the damage caused, and the higher the damage, the more health is stacked.

Summary: The more health, the more health.

Garen figured out how to stack up health points, which was, of course, by taking advantage of the Space Marines!

He called the company commander.

"Butters, the Legion will not have any combat missions in the next six months. In order to better understand the foundation of the Legion's soldiers, I will hold a military competition at the end of each month in the next six months. The best of them will have the opportunity for me to personally verify their combat capabilities."

"It is the greatest honor for warriors to fight against the Primarch."

Butters' excitement was palpable, he didn't expect Galen to do this out of the blue.

He couldn't imagine how excited the soldiers under him would be to receive hands-on instruction from the Father of Genes.

It is one thing for the veterans to not get along well with the Primarch who has just taken over the Legion. This is caused by their way of thinking, combat habits, and cherishment of past honor.

But this does not affect the genetic connection between the Primarch and the veterans. They worship and respect their genetic father and are proud of the Primarch.

Although the purpose was to beat them up, Garen knew in his heart that this was the greatest encouragement and comfort to the legion soldiers.

This is how Horus, the Primarch whom Galen disliked, commanded his army. That big bald guy was well-known as a good father to the legion among the twenty Primarchs.

While some Primarchs viewed their warriors as tools and were cold and indifferent, Horus wanted to be a good father to his own Legion, often providing one-on-one guidance to warriors who encountered problems.

For most Legions, it would be unthinkable for a Primarch to personally encourage or comfort his warriors in times of crisis, but in the Shadow Moon Wolves, everyone is accustomed to it.

He later even exercised his authority as Warmaster to rename the Luna Wolves the Sons of Horus.

But he is not a doting parent. He often encourages healthy competition within the legion and encourages everyone to strive for strength and glory on their own.

If Horus couldn't stack Heart Steel, Garen would think this guy was a replica of himself.

"When I become Warmaster, I will also change the name of the Legion to Sons of Galen."

The Primarch fantasized like this, and at the same time exposed his ambition.

The first step to save the empire is to compete with Horus for the throne of Warmaster.

Without the title of Warmaster, even if Horus was corrupted by the Four Gods, he would no longer have the power to send loyal Primarch legions to battlefields far away from Terra.

But Horus spent the longest time with the Emperor, and the big bald man even saved the Emperor. In addition, his achievements in the Great Crusade and his expansion of territory were even comparable to Guilliman's Ultramarines.

It is really difficult to snatch the position of War Marshal from him.

No matter how powerful the Primarch's personal force is, it is still not enough in the face of a large-scale interstellar war.

He needs a group of super space warriors, with the best equipment, the best combat power, and the highest loyalty, so that he can have a chance to defeat Horus.

As the old saying goes: Build high walls, store up food, and slowly become king.

"I hope there will be good news from the Great Sage."

Suburbs of Demacia.

Caesar's Colosseum.

Now, Garen sat on the high platform, below him was a hundred-meter-square Colosseum, which was built by the former bureaucrats of Demacia. They loved to watch the hungry psykers fighting with ferocious beasts and even aliens.

Now, it has been temporarily converted into a venue for hosting military competitions.

Thousands of seats were packed with people, all around the left and right sides. At this moment, they were shouting at the Colosseum at the top of their lungs, waving their company flags with all their might, their eyes red.

The huge war roar was like a huge wave, overwhelming the sea, and even the leaves outside the Colosseum were shaken by the sound waves.

Inside the arena, two giant armors collided at an extremely high speed, the chainsaw swords hissed, and dazzling sparks flew.

Bolt guns are prohibited from use. Men's passion is the collision of fists and flesh, and close combat is the romance of Warhammer.

"Not bad, not bad, they are all good candidates for steel stacking."

Garen sat in the main seat, like an old farmer in the field, looking at the leeks in the field with satisfaction and looking forward to the day of harvest.

"what did you say?"

The captain of the first company standing next to him was confused. He seemed to hear agricultural words such as leeks and seedlings. But below was the arena, with only flesh and steel. Where did the leeks come from?

"Nothing, I just thought of something happy. The next battle will be decided."

The battle below became increasingly intense, and in the end, a tricky knee strike by Bismarck, a soldier from the third company, determined the outcome of the fight.

Bismarck excitedly raised his fist to the sky, the muscles on his neck exposed outside his helmet bulged, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared towards the direction of the third company in the audience.

“Three consecutive——!”

In response, there were even more frantic waving of flags and earth-shaking passionate battle cries.

"This is an extremely exciting battle. The two of you have amazing fighting skills. You are worthy of being warriors of my Fearless Vanguard Corps! The Empire is proud of you!"

A deep and sonorous voice came from behind, and Bismarck's expression became even more excited and distorted. He turned around and saw the Primarch and the captains of the third and fifth companies standing there.

“Thank you for your appreciation!”

Bismarck held his head high and chest puffed out, giving a standard military salute.

The defeated soldier from the Fifth Company also got up, and Garen also praised his outstanding martial arts.

"Okay, now throw your most powerful blow at me."

Galen extended his hand to him in invitation.

"It's my pleasure!"

Pismay held his breath and concentrated, the chainsaw sword roared in his ears. He silently praised the machine soul, which was delighted and the power armor on his body soared in power.

Ode!
Bismarck's figure blurred for a while, a loud noise exploded in the air, and even a circular hole was stepped out on the ground under his feet.

Galen narrowed his eyes slightly. The amazing speed at which the air exploded caused by the Pismyrna seemed to him to be a slow motion shot at only 0.5 times the speed.

He used two fingers to skillfully pinch the sawtooth only three centimeters away from his forehead.

Bismarck felt like he was facing a Titan. No matter how hard he tried, the chainsword in his hand could not move forward even a bit.

Before he could react, his knee felt like it was hit by a battering ram. Bismarck's lower body softened and he fell to the ground, with beads of cold sweat dripping down his face.

Then, a steel-like fist gradually enlarged in his field of vision.

Boom-!
This Astartes, who was extremely skilled in martial arts, was knocked away by Garen's flying kite.

+200
Garen could hardly suppress the smile on his face. He really loved the numbers jumping in front of him.

One step closer to jumping into Nurgle's cauldron for a bath!
He calmed down, put on a stern face and said in a dignified manner: "The trick to swinging a sword is to attack the enemy three points and keep seven points for yourself, otherwise you will reveal a huge flaw."

(End of this chapter)