Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 4: Jungle Warrior Jarvan
Wuwuwu——

The steel behemoths roared and galloped across the plains of Tobyssia. It only took two days for the Fearless Vanguard warriors to cross most of Demacia's territory and were about to reach the Great Jungle of Omikajalan in the northwest of the planet.

The Conch of Triumph is a land train left over from the Dark Age of Technology. This war engine consists of a locomotive and several armed carriages.

It is strong enough to withstand earthquakes, meteor showers and violent winds.

After arriving at the border of Omikayalan, Garen selected the fifty most elite soldiers from this group of battle-hardened warriors, as well as ten experimental psychics, to form a tactical reconnaissance team and enter the jungle.

Puff——

The metal boots slowly broke free from the suction of the mud and were pulled out. The leg armor that was as exquisite as a work of art was covered with mud, and the golden knee pads also dimmed.

Garen frowned in disdain. This river that ran through the Omekajalan Jungle was too difficult to navigate. The silt was so deep that he would believe it was a swamp.

But even so, he did not choose to lead the team into the jungle because the animals and plants there were too dangerous.

The Dreadnoughts who had not undergone Astartes transformation surgery were merely mortals with higher combat power, even if they were wearing power armor.

"Oh, damn!"

Gunnery Sergeant Grant fell from the sky and landed heavily in front of Galen, splashing mud all over both of them.

Garen wiped the mud off his face with a gloomy face, and his luxurious power armor had turned into a cheap piece of armor.

"Sorry sir! The plants here are too tough!"

Grant stood up and pointed at the violent plant in the back that was locked by two other teammates.

"I can't believe it. I just saw an inconspicuous weed on the ground. It was so small that I could kill it with one step."

Grant walked over as he spoke, pulled out his pistol and "bang!" killed the lively guy with one shot.

"I was stunned, as it suddenly grew taller and its huge leaves rolled into fists and hit me hard on the chin.

Fortunately, I was wearing power armor, otherwise I would have fallen into the hands of this insignificant grass."

This is the crazy jungle of Omikajalan, which is similar to the living planet of Catachan.

If the carnivorous plants on normal planets just sit and wait for prey to come to them.

The ones on the Omikayalan pull themselves out of the soil, use their powerful and domineering fists to beat their prey into near-death coma, and then take root in the prey's body to absorb nutrients.

A weaker warrior might not even be able to defeat a blade of grass in the jungle.

"Focus, soldiers. Don't be careless. Even a blade of grass here is trying to strangle us outsiders."

Galen warned loudly.

"Yes, sir!" Grant responded in a hoarse voice.

"How do the Alien Lord and his thugs survive in such a crazy place?"

asked the beautiful Miss Hermione Vandal timidly, yet full of curiosity.

She was one of the newly recruited psychics. This was her first time on the battlefield and she was extremely nervous.

When Grant was knocked flying, she was the one who reacted the fastest and the biggest. She used the big hand transformed by her spiritual power to pin the crazy little grass to the ground.

Garen thought this girl was so strange. She was obviously scared to death and her hands were shaking, but she followed him to the battlefield without hesitation.

Galen shook his head and said, "I don't know either. This is exactly what needs to be investigated."

The team continued to move forward slowly. Their goal was to find Baron Nash's base and then plan a safe path that avoided jungle plants as much as possible for the subsequent army to pass.

Grant approached Miss Hermione and said with a playful smile: "Beautiful lady, do you need me to carry these heavy luggage for you?"

Hermione blinked. She and Grant were teammates in a three-person team. This guy was very arrogant. His nose was almost up to the sky when they first met.

How come you've become so gentlemanly now?
The fearless pioneers judge people by their strength of force; whoever is good at fighting is the most powerful.

How can you tell if a person is strong in fighting? Hey! Take their legion leader Galen for example. He is big and muscular, and is the most capable fighter in the entire legion!
And Miss Hermione, who was thin and had no flesh on her body, naturally became the most useless waste in Grant's eyes.

He felt that this was a dirty political deal and that this woman was just a vase forced in for some political purpose, so naturally he didn't treat her well.

Now, Grant just wanted to punch her delicate body hard with his big, strong fists to see which one was more powerful, psychic power or guns!

boom--

A loud noise like an explosion came from deep in the forest. A visible shock wave swept across the entire area, and the dense and tall green plants were broken in half.

"Lie down!"

Garen roared, and the soldiers who reacted quickly lowered their bodies, and some even threw themselves into the mud.

Those who reacted slower were swept by the shock wave, and the huge impact force blew their bodies away like sweeping leaves. Their heavy bodies wrapped tightly in power armor were smashed into the mud, leaving only a single wrist exposed.

There was no time for rescue, so the fearless pioneers quickly loaded their M36-Carterel lasguns and entered combat status as quickly as possible.

Garen was the only person standing on the battlefield. The overwhelming force hit his body like a drop of water falling into the sea, unable to create even a ripple.

He raised the huge sword and ran towards the direction of the attack. His speed was so fast that it left a trail of afterimages, forming a contrast with his huge body.

The rest of the soldiers hurriedly followed and charged into the forest in a pre-trained triangle formation, leaving only a few soldiers to rescue the wounded.

"Roar"

The carnivorous plant opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards Garen.

"Cover!" Gunnery Sergeant Grant yelled, and the heavy machine gun in his hand unleashed fire crazily, with ammunition as dense as raindrops.

What shocked everyone was that the firepower that was enough to turn a hard rock into pieces was easily bounced off by the tough skin of the Piranha Plant.

Garen narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sharp sword edge flashed. A straight crack appeared on the skin of the Piranha Plant, which was tougher than steel. Green slurry burst out, and the body, which was split into two halves, fell to the ground, splashing water.

"Great!" Grant's eyes lit up.

Garen left the small battlefield to the soldiers behind him to clean up and quickened his pace towards the target point.

After rushing past the last few tall and thick trees, the view suddenly widened to a messy open area.

A huge arm made of rock was holding an alien. A power spear fell from the sky and pierced its head. Black corrosive liquid sprayed everywhere, and the rock arm was burned with pits.

"Psychic? Tell me your name."

The Primarch stared at the man with the spear with interest.

"Jarven."

【small theater】

The Emperor was tired of sitting on the golden toilet. He was so bored that he suddenly had the idea to make psychic calls to the four vendors one by one to chat.

Khorne answered the phone.

Emperor: Hey, hey, hey, Xiao Kong, I want to discuss something with you. I am tired of sitting on this golden toilet, and I am ready to surrender to you brothers. Move your butt and make room for me on the brass throne.

Khorne:.
Emperor: Hello, hello?

Khorne hung up the phone with a bang, his eyes wide open and sweat pouring down his forehead.

Khorne: The fucking big golden guy is going crazy.

Wuhu! Signed!
The captain of the 1st Company of Fearless Pioneer, Prince Chen Yaowen (bushi) of German Star, made a mistake, come again!

Captain of the 1st Company of the Fearless Vanguard Corps, Company Champion Jarvan is here!

Will this psychic, who has suffered from the old system of Demacia, drag the entire legion into the embrace of Chaos like Typhon of the Death Guard?

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(End of this chapter)