Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 54: Miss Saint Gillies, you don’t want anyone to know, right?

Garen was extremely reluctant, but he could not resist Sanguinius' irresistible smile and gentle voice, so he followed him to the place where the rift appeared.

"Look!"

Mousse pointed at the dark pit. The scorching yellow sand flowed towards the crack like a waterfall. The land within a radius of 500 meters turned into a dangerous quicksand zone. The missing Baal people were dragged in by the quicksand.

Sanguinius took a step back and spread the wings that were folded on his back. He took off on the hot wind rising from the desert, ready to go down and find out what was going on.

A hand with an animal-skin armguard stretched out to Garen, and its slender five fingers stopped in front of his chin, extending a sincere invitation.

"I know it's rude to say this, but I hope you can come with me."

Sanguinius' beautiful face is full of the radiance of humanity and divinity. The two are completely different, but they are harmoniously unified in his face.

"Okay, I'll help you a little bit then."

Garen shook off Sanguinius's right hand that was about to touch his chin, and jumped up with a slight force to grab Sanguinius's left calf. His calf was slightly bent and his toes were just away from the quicksand ground.

Sanguinius smiled helplessly, flapped his holy wings, and a white feather fell down, swirling towards the dusty ground.

Staring at the endless darkness below him, Garen couldn't help but sigh. He really didn't want to have anything to do with anything related to the evil god.

But this is an opportunity to improve your favorability.
He grabbed Sanguinius's soft calf muscles in revenge and spoke viciously.

"When this is over, give me some of your genetic research."

Sanguinius laughed.

"Are you really that interested in my body?"

"Please don't say such misleading words, and please restrain your weird charm. I'm afraid I can't help but hit your beautiful face with a few swords."

Garen drew the God-King's Blade from his waist.

Rub~~~~~
The sound of the sword coming out of its hole suddenly rang out, echoing between the cliffs on both sides.

The smooth flight trajectory became disordered the moment the sound of the sword rang out, but quickly returned to stability.

"I'm really sorry. Would it make you feel comfortable if I faced you with a straight face?"

Sanguinius apologized again sincerely.

".Forget it, I sound like an unreasonable villain."

"We are getting farther and farther away from the ground, and the light is getting dim. Take out the sword to use as a light."

Garen held the Blade of the God-King in one arm, and the thin blue light emitted by the blade provided a faint vision.

"Alright alright."

After an unknown amount of time, the two reached the bottom of the rift.

Garen loosened his grip, and it landed like a cannonball on the hard ground, sending the scattered sand flying into the air.

"There's a tunnel there, they might have gone in there if they were alive."

Sanguinius looked around and saw no bodies or blood, so he guessed that the missing Baal must still be alive.

The two men approached the tunnel one after the other.

Garen released the miniature reconnaissance aircraft placed in his arm armor. They were only the size of the Primitive's thumb and traveled throughout the underground world at an extremely fast speed.

Soon, the route information was transmitted back, and the webway lines were entangled and intertwined, revealing a magnificent underground building in front of the two primarchs.

"It looks a bit like a tomb, and a bit like a war fortress."

Garen pointed to the largest gap on the map, where the signal of the micro reconnaissance aircraft disappeared.

"There's something strange here. Whether it's a tomb or a fortress, this is the center of this underground building. The hidden thing shot down my reconnaissance plane."

Garen twisted his thick neck, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

"My food is not so easy to swallow!"

Sanguinius watched his brother's energy with a half smile on his beautiful features, the expression of a man sharing a sly little joke with his closest companions.

"You are so reliable. Your descendants must love you very much."

"."

Galen didn't want to answer this question. Ever since more and more gene seeds were added to his gene spiral, a strange trend of "I want to knock our father to express my love" seemed to have swept through the legion.

They quickened their pace in tacit understanding and soon came to an empty hall. The walls on both sides were painted with magnificent murals and a black metal door blocked the way.

Sanguinius admired the murals full of artistic beauty with great interest and was immersed in the stories depicted in the murals.

Galen approached the gate carefully. The last signal sent by the reconnaissance plane was on the other side of the gate.

However, after fiddling for a long time, he still couldn't find the button to open the door. The sound of flapping wings came from behind him, and Galen turned his head. Sanguinius flew down from the circular ceiling, where the final part of the story was depicted.

"It's a very interesting story, do you want to listen to it?"

Sanguinius crouched beside his brother, smiling as he fiddled with the wires that led to the interior of the gate.

"I'm working."

Sanguinius was a little disappointed and sighed softly.

"Well, if you can turn those boring mural stories into an interesting space opera, I can listen to you reluctantly."

Sanguinius showed a smile, but the smile was quickly stopped. He kept his beautiful face stern and began to interpret the story in the mural.

In an ancient dynasty long ago, the Necrontyr were born in a world with extremely harsh environment. Although they possessed advanced technology, they also created an immortal dynasty.

But their lives are as short as mayflies.

In order to escape death, they concentrated their short lives on scientific research, desperately trying to find ways to prolong their lives, but they never succeeded.

Until the Star Gods came, they possessed terrifying power to subvert the rules of the universe.

They bestowed divine inspiration, causing the technological level of the Necrontyr to explode.

Finally, a necrophile known as the Enlightened One stepped forward. Using the knowledge imparted by the Star God, he successfully researched a technology called Ascension.

They threw off the shackles of mortal flesh and became beings on par with gods.

"The instrument is just opposite the gate."

Galen asked with a strange look on his face, "You want to use that device to transform the Baal people?"

Mechanical angels are not useless. They will be a powerful weapon for dealing with insects in the future.

"."

With a deafening sound, the door slowly opened.

At this moment, the terrifying Gauss energy bomb broke through the air at an incredible speed.

Caught off guard, Garen's entire right hand was broken.

"careful!"

The angel's speed is top-notch among all the Primarchs, and its incredible speed blooms as its wings spread.

He held Garen and flew to the top of the hall to avoid the heavy artillery fire.

"It's all my fault. I was so stubborn that I asked you to come down with me."

Sanguinius was extremely regretful at this moment, he wished it was he who suffered the pain of broken arm.

He looked down at Garen in his arms, but the other party didn't even frown, as if nothing had happened, as if it wasn't him who had his arm broken.

"This minor wound will heal in a few minutes. It will be faster if you let me stab it."

Upon hearing this, Sanguinius did not hesitate at all. He had absolute trust in the brother who had accompanied him through life and death.

He lifted the armor on his abdomen, revealing his smooth belly, and turned his head away with his eyes closed.

"bring it on!"

"."

Sigma Galen raised his fist and smashed it hard on Sanguinius' head.

"Pfft!"

The archangel was hit so hard that tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, his lips pursed like a duck, and his expression was ruined.

Max HP: +586
Galen narrowed his eyes and smiled maliciously.

Click!

The photo of the beautiful Sanguinius with a broken face was recorded.

Miss Saint Gillies, you don't want your descendants to see these photos, do you?
PS: The murals are definitely different from the official history, they are the result of artistic processing and deletions.

The murals are different from the official history, and some of them have been deleted, because people would not be stupid enough to say on the murals that they were deceived by fraudsters and became fools, and their entire race was killed.

Garen had a preconceived impression of Sanguinius, mainly because he was brainwashed by some things on the forum and thought that the archangel was a white-cut black guy.

I also think that when Sanguinius is serious, he is sacred, but when he is not serious, he is a bit of a bad angel boy sister.

In fact, if you get closer-blink-laugh, even a tough guy like Khan can't withstand this combination of punches.

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(End of this chapter)