Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 46 Centurion Armor and Forge World

Demacia.

just now.

With the Primarch away at war, all affairs of Demacia fell on the shoulders of the ten-year-old Lux.

At this time, in the magnificent throne hall of the Oval Building, the red cashmere carpet spread from the deepest glorious throne to the huge door guarded by the loyal guards of the Knight's Oath.

The twelve tall space warriors were like twelve huge and magnificent statues, with fierce momentum released from their cold armor. Just by standing there, they made the planetary lords of the Denor system who came to pay homage to them tremble with legs.

Williams was the planetary lord of Costa, an industrial world three warp-days away from Demacia.

This is a deformed world. 1% of the nobles control 90% of the wealth of the entire planet. They live in a cloud world with fresh air, beautiful environment and abundant resources.

The Costa people generally call this rich world that is like a paradise Piltover.

And in the lower level of Piltover, is the true face of this world, including both the industrial world and the chemical world.

The environment there has been severely poisoned by industrial pollution emitted by the world's manufacturing plants, which has ultimately caused some of the people and some of the plants and animals living on the surface to mutate.

A large portion of the people in the lower world are workers who once worked in the manufacturing factories of this world, and the aristocrats in the upper world are the upper-level managers who originally controlled the security armed forces.

When the mortal army of Demacia marched into this deformed world, the contradictions between the upper and lower worlds had become very acute, and repeated armed uprisings impacted the social structure that had been fixed for thousands of years.

The upper and lower forces were extremely stubborn, and even though Demacia sent a third of its military forces to this planet, it was unable to retake this industrial world.

Demacia is the home planet of the Dauntless Vanguard, so it is naturally impossible to build an industrial assembly line there. A planet with a complete industrial base is what the Primarch urgently needs.

It was not until a month ago that the Primarch sent back Bismarck, a veteran of the Third Company, and with his cruel and decisive methods, the stubborn elements that kept emerging were completely suppressed.

When Williams saw the twelve tall Space Marines standing on both sides of the red carpet, he was overwhelmed by their aura and he recalled the god of war named Bismarck.

With just one man, a sword and a gun, he slaughtered 50,000 elite lower-level gangsters.

The rotten meat scraps were washed into the sewer by acid rain, but because there were too many dead bodies and too much meat scraps, the sewage system of half of the lower world completely failed.

Williams clearly remembers that when he turned on the water to rinse the minced meat off the soles of his shoes, the tap water, which used to be black and dirty, turned blood red.

At this moment, seeing the terrifying gods of war again, and there were twelve of them, Williams was so frightened that his legs collapsed to the ground.

If it weren't for the two mortal guards from Demacia, he would have had to crawl ungracefully to the throne.

What Williams didn't know was that Space Marines were not a common species in the Warhammer Universe. Compared to the huge population base of the entire Galactic Empire, the number of Space Marines was as rare as that of special forces.

Ordinary mortals in the Empire may never see a Space Marine in their entire lives.

This was most likely the last time he would see the extraordinary offspring of the Lord of Demacia, an honor bestowed upon this poor, ignorant mortal by the Primarch.

Williams finally saw the Lord of Demacia sitting on the glorious throne.

Holy light poured down from above the throne. The angel playing the harp sang beautifully. The Lord of Demacia, wearing a gorgeous dress, sat in the middle, his two short legs swaying from time to time.

The noble Lord of Demacia did not stop his actions until he was reminded by Bismarck, who was guarding beside him.

She had a stern face, making herself look solemn and not to be messed with.

Williams was stunned. In his imagination, the Lord of Demacia was a majestic god with infinite glory and mercy, who possessed the powerful force to turn everything upside down.

Otherwise, how to drive these terrifying gods of war.

How could she be a skinny little girl?

Looking at her thin arms and legs, and her frail appearance, even his twelve-year-old daughter could easily subdue the noble Lord of Demacia. However, this was still an opportunity. After all, she was a woman, and she would eventually get married.

Just because he was old and frail and had no chance to become the companion of the Lord of Demacia, it didn't mean that his son didn't have one.

Williams' mind became active, and he was silently planning how to get his son in touch with the beautiful Lord of Demacia.

Of course, he didn't dare express this emotion.

Williams knelt on the ground devoutly and sang a hymn that had been prepared in advance and carefully composed by the great scholar of Piltover with the greatest literary talent.

"Holy Lord of Demacia, you are..."

The expression on Lux's face became more and more impatient. She didn't understand why these people, who were born from different planets in the Denor galaxy, could do the same boring things.

Reading long and boring words.

Lux is a kind and well-behaved girl. She is willing to help her brother who is fighting outside to manage the rear base.

But this does not mean that she is a good child who is willing to behave herself and observe etiquette.

"Well, Lord Williams, I have sensed your loyalty."

Clark directly interrupted the boring words that made her ears calloused.

"My administrator told me that you are willing to surrender to Demacia and offer the industrial technology left over from the Dark Ages."

"Yes, honorable Lord of Demacia, I will offer this to you."

Williams respectfully raised a sci-fi box above his head.

Lux nodded, and immediately a loyal maid came down the stairs and brought the metal box back.

The maid carefully opened the box for the leader to prevent the vicious means of the villains. Seeing a blueprint inside, the maid felt at ease to pass it to Lux.

"Um"

The various technical terms and mathematical symbols on the drawings made Lux, who didn't like studying very much, dizzy.

She opened her big watery eyes and asked Bismarck for help.

“This is a design drawing of an exoskeleton weapon, and there should be a matching STC template.

According to the blueprints, it is a heavy exoskeleton combat suit that can establish a neural connection with the Astartes' power armor.

My Lord will be delighted to see this weapon of war.

You should meet with the Archmagos of the Mechanicus immediately to put this equipment into production as soon as possible."

"Ow~"

Lux immediately put on a stern face and repeated Bismarck's words.

Williams was very surprised and thought to himself, as expected of the Lord of Demacia, he is knowledgeable enough to analyze the intelligence of this weapon of war clearly with just a few glances.

At this moment, a huge explosion was heard outside the palace.

A group of thugs from nowhere invaded the capital of Demacia.

(End of this chapter)