Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 32: Banquet

Chapter 32: Banquet
The shouts of encouragement grew louder and louder, swelling from the port into every alcove.

All the legionnaires present were battle-hardened and accustomed to trials in practice cages and dueling arenas, but none had ever seen their lord go to such an extreme.

Russ and Galen were brought to life by the Emperor, taught every strategy known to the Imperium, and created to reach the limits of physical and biological strength, swiftness, and cunning.

They fought like gods - blurred by their speed, fighting with perfect precision and with enough power to cause apocalyptic destruction.

But this wonderful battle ended in a way that no one expected.

Bang-!
The Storm Sword in Garen's hand was cut off in the middle. This excellent mortal weapon could no longer withstand the powerful confrontation between the two gods.

The shattered sword blade fell on the deck like crystal ice and merged with the thin layer of snow.

Garen sighed. This sharp weapon that had accompanied him in his battles was actually damaged in a competition.

It's time to find a new weapon. Creations made of mortal metal will only become a greater constraint on his strength.

"You need good weapons. The rune priests and legendary blacksmiths of Fenris can help you, my brother."

The Wolf King's sword, Siren's Bite, is made from the fangs of the sea monster Clark, combined with the rune spells of the shaman of Fenris and the legendary blacksmith's amazing forging skills, which ultimately gave birth to this legendary weapon.

"Any good suggestions?"

Galen asked politely, then cursed in his heart.

Why is that? Even the Space Wolves' armaments are better than their own, with rune priests, legendary blacksmiths, and other skilled masters.

On the other hand, Demacia had to make even the armor of its primarch itself. If it weren't for the veterans bringing their own equipment and skills to join them, the Fearless Vanguard would have been so poor that they would have to sell their hooks.

Large war machines and the like were sponsored by Doravek, although his were Galen's.

Old man Huang, you are so biased!!!

Emperor: Don't blame me, kid. You are a researcher. I have engraved all the technical information into your little head. You don't like to read or study, and you just pick fights with your subordinates all day long. You deserve it for being poor.

“My suggestion is”

The wolf king dragged out the tone and glanced at the wolf cubs behind him. The wolves immediately understood what he meant, took a deep breath and roared towards the sky together with the wolf king.

"Hold a party—!"

The three-stringed harp made of a sea monster skull played an exotic tune. The cheerful music and the wolves' heroic dance brought the atmosphere of the entire banquet to a climax.

Beautiful maids shuttled around the banquet, their waists slender under the tulle, and the delicacies on the plates were delicious. I wonder which one was more satisfying.

Between the thrones, the two tall primarchs put their arms around each other's shoulders, with their other arms holding wine glasses as big as barrels.

The two of them clinked their glasses from time to time, and the splashing wine penetrated their loud singing.

His heroic character and feasting are the characteristics of the Space Wolves.

"Hahaha, the wine of Fenris is so fine that even the Emperor praises it."

The wolf king stared at his brother's slightly red cheeks.

"I can't drink much. Look, my face is red. I'm drunk. Hahahaha."

"No! Who said I was drunk? I can still drink! Fill it up! Fill it up!!"

Garen called out to the coy and lovely maidservant beneath the throne.

The wolf king narrowed his eyes slightly, then pretended to be half drunk and asked Garen questions.

"Tell me, tell me, which brat has the ability to get the secrets of both of us brothers at the same time? If I catch him, I will drown him in a pool of blood!!!"

The wolf king drank a barrel of wine heroically.

Good boy, so you were waiting for me here?

They all say that the Wolf King is simple, barbaric, and a little stupid, but who knows how many damn tricks he has.

"Secret secret is, hiccup~yes."

Galen pretended to be drunk, put his arm behind the wolf king's neck, and mumbled for a long time without saying anything. "What is it?"

"Hululu"

The wolf king responded with a purring sound like Galen's engine.

Garen slowly opened his eyes and woke up in a luxurious and exquisite bedroom. He suddenly found that there was a petite girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old with a beautiful face and a lamb-like figure wrapped around his left arm, who was hugging him like a koala.

Garen remembered that this was the maid who knelt under the throne and poured wine for him at the banquet last night.

"What a ridiculous night."

He shook his head and pulled his arm out of the soft flesh. Although he was very careful, he still woke the girl up.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, looked at the Primarch, and said timidly: "My Lord, you are awake, do you want to come again?"

Galen looked at the girl's big eyes, pointed chin, and white, round shoulders, and said in a scumbag tone, "Are you sleepy? If you are, go and sleep for a while."

The girl didn't dare to speak. She just nodded stupidly and lay down.

Garen tore off the clothes on the bedside and put them on with a giggle. He then picked up the power armor modules scattered on the ground, with a few embarrassing black clothes hanging on them.

She looks so small, but the size of her clothes is exaggerated, like a slender branch with huge fruits.

Garen returned to the throne room, which had been cleaned up neatly, with only the lingering smell of wine in the air.

On the throne, a burly figure leaned against one side of the throne, lowered his forehead, and closed his eyes to sleep.

"Did you sleep well?"

A dull and suppressed voice came from the throne.

"Yes, Fenris is really hospitable."

Galen stretched himself refreshed, he knew someone hadn't slept the whole night.

"You slept comfortably, but I sat here alone all night, and something was crawling inside me like a bug."

"Do you really care that much?"

Galen asked, raising an eyebrow.

"This concerns the life and death of the entire legion. I dare not ignore it. My brave soldiers have entrusted their lives to me. I must be responsible for these boys."

"Okay, I can tell you, but you have to swear that no one else will know."

Garen paused, then said with a sharp look, "Including our father."

Leman Russ's eyes became sharp. He did not expect that this matter would involve the Emperor.

"I swear on the honor of the Legion that no third person will know."

"Which Primarch do you think you are to be recovered?"

Garen was still in a daze.

Russ asked doubtfully, "The second one, the first one is Horus."

"In fact, you are the third, and our first son Horus is the second."

"How is this possible!" Ruth's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Alpharius, this guy was lucky. He didn't land on some damn planet. He landed directly on Terra.

And our father, for reasons I don’t know, kept this a secret.”

Garen spread his hands indifferently.