Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 5 Be my son, Jarvan!
A temporary river camp.

The bonfire crackled as the Primarch, his warriors, and the wild psykers they found in the jungle sat around it, staring at a black object silhouetted against the flames in the woodpile.

In fact, given the size of the Primarchs, they looked more like dwarfs sitting behind a huge rock.

"Are you sure this creature is edible?"

Galen asked first.

Roasting in the fire was the prey that Jarvan had caught, a strange creature that was green from the inside out. He called it a crab, but it looked more like a multi-legged beetle.

This strange creature even has a turtle-like shell, but Jarvan calls it a river crab.

"Come on man, I've lived in the jungle for twenty years, I know exactly what is edible and what is not."

Jarvan poked it with a stick, and the tip of the stick felt the softened elasticity of the shell. He used the tip to press against the edge of the shell and turned it over.

“Trust me, you’ll love it once you try it.”

"Okay." The Primarch chose to believe him, and then asked: "Then why do you live in Omikayalan, where there are indigenous people?"

"No, I am Demacian too."

Jarvan affirmed, then glanced at Miss Hermione, who was also a psychic, and said, "You know, I'm a psychic, and Demacia doesn't welcome people like me.

I hid from the demon hunters for a long time and finally escaped to Omikayalan. They didn't dare to come in and arrest people.

There are many psykers like me. Some of them choose to throw themselves into the arms of the alien lords, while others choose to survive in the wilderness like me. Well, I am the only one left alive. "

"You must have suffered a lot." Miss Hermione sympathized with him. As a psyker, she certainly knew how difficult life was.

She still lived in Demacia, where Pete ruled, and could hardly imagine the despair and darkness this man had gone through.

“Fortunately, I have adapted to this place, and the jungle has also honed me.

It seems that a lot has changed over the years, and psychics and ordinary people can fight side by side."

Jarvan pointed at Grant and Hermione.

"I am carrying out a series of reforms with my father. Perhaps you can join us, Jarvan. My think tank forces need a brave and experienced warrior to lead them. You will be the best choice."

Garen extended an olive branch. Jarvan's psychic power was very strong and his close combat ability was also very good, comparable to the three tough guys in Catachan, in the mortal realm.

All he lacked was an Astartes transformation surgery to complete the final transformation, from mortal to demigod.

When Old Man Huang comes to pick him up and the Fearless Vanguard Corps is established, Jarvan will be the perfect candidate to be the captain of the first company.

Jarvan had never heard such a funny joke. He wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "Join you? Become a professional soldier? And then protect those damn Demacians who hurt me?

Forgive me man, your joke telling skills are as good as your muscles.

Who do you think I am? I am a psyker, and I will bring the most horrible and bloody punishment to Demacia!"

Click click click.
The rifles were loaded, and the Fearless Vanguards' black muzzles were pointed at Jarvan's head.

The atmosphere at the scene became tense.

Galen acted unconcerned and ordered the Fearless Pioneers to lay down their guns.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Jarvan said ambitiously and confidently: "First, I will make the world recognize my strength and defeat Baron Nash, who is considered the strongest man in the world. Then I will take over everything he has."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"What a shameless fellow."

"What an arrogant and ignorant guy."

The surrounding fearless pioneers burst into laughter. Jarvan angrily said, "What are you guys laughing at?"

The Primarch stood up slowly. As his back was to the moonlight, his front was shrouded in shadow and his face could not be seen clearly. One could only make out his tall and blurry outline and the pale moonlight reflected on his armor.

He said in a dull and slow tone: "The only funny thing in your words is that you underestimated Baron Nash's power."

“Now, the man standing before you is the pinnacle of this world, and he is also a Demacia.

Come and try, with all those grandiose words in your mouth, come and try to defeat me!"

Under the moonlight, a slender dark shadow stretched out, covering Jarvan completely.

The Primarch was a true killer at the top of the food chain. The terrifying oppressive force emanating from his body made Jarvan feel like a mountain was pressing down on him. Every cell in his body was roaring under this tremendous pressure.

He bit his tongue, the intense pain made his brain clearer. He clenched the power spear in his right hand, his expression twisted with anger, and with a roar he stabbed at the Primarch, his movements as fast as lightning.

He is the top predator in the jungle and has been through many battles. This shot is aimed at the fragile eyes of the human body. No matter how strong the body is, it cannot withstand this attack.

Garen remained calm, raised his arm and easily grabbed the spear that was stabbing at him, clenched his right hand into a fist, and landed his fist on Jarvan's soft belly, and immediately a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Jarvan was knocked several meters away by a punch. After rolling on the ground for more than ten times, he fell to the ground with his limbs twitching.

"wild!"

He clenched his teeth tightly, which were oozing with blood. His internal organs seemed to be stirred up by the punch just now, and the intense pain seemed to be tearing every nerve in his body.

"Go, give him treatment."

Two soldiers who worked part-time as army doctors carried Jarvan back for treatment, their stubborn eyes full of defiance.

And one more time?
Galen was suspicious, isn't this guy an M? You are really born to be the chosen one of Slaanesh!

"It would be a shame to let you die now. If you haven't made enough trouble, then use the name of Fearless Pioneer to make as much trouble as you can in this world."

Galen confidently stretched out his hand. He even wanted to shout, "Be my son!"

Although I will become his descendant sooner or later, I can still complain about it.

That night, Jarvan, the Chosen One of Slaanesh, tried to assassinate Garen, but was knocked to the other side of the forest by a punch.

The next day, while having dinner, Jarvan found a flaw. This time he used his psychic power, but it still had no effect and he was knocked away by a punch.

Day 3. Day 4. Day 5.
The Fearless Vanguards now have a new amusement: watching Jarvan challenge the Primarch, then be knocked away, then healed, and then be knocked away again.

Jarvan became a special existence in the team. You could say he was an enemy, but he would teach everyone about the experience of the jungle, like a professional guide, reducing a lot of unnecessary casualties for the legion.

You could say he was a friendly force, thinking about killing Garen all the time like a madman, even though he was killed in one blow every time.

【small theater】

Slaanesh is writing a book, a guide titled "How to Seduce the Primarch" that the Regent Princess asked her to write.

She picked up the phone and heard the emperor's loud voice.

Emperor: Hey, hey, hey, I'm so bored sitting on the toilet for 10,000 years, I'm going to come to you, sister. Can you take me to have some fun?

Sister S: Emperor?

Emperor: Yes, yes, yes, the emperor is on top and you are at the bottom, your brother will definitely feed you.

Ms. S:
Emperor: Hello, hello?

Slaanesh hung up the phone with a bang, his eyes as big as fried eggs and sweat all over his forehead.

My wife is a pervert.

(End of this chapter)