Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 6 Sacrifice
The Great Jungle, the Northern Swamp, and the Drori Highlands.

The third month of the Dauntless Vanguard offensive.

The spewing tongues of fire harvested the life of the last alien, the Battle of Drori was declared over, and another stronghold of Baron Nash was eliminated.

"It's very strange. The man-eating plants of Omikayalan rarely attack these aliens, even the human psykers among them."

The tall Primarch was sitting on a chair that looked tiny compared to his size.

"Baron Nash must have some secrets about the Great Jungle of Omikayalan. This place is not normal, and these crazy plants are totally unreasonable."

Maxim, the captain of the Primarch's guards, expressed his opinion that he had never encountered such a difficult battle, and the biggest threat came from the plants that launched almost suicidal attacks during the march.

Compared to these crazy man-eating plants, the aliens under Baron Nash are as docile as harmless sheep.

"We suffered heavy casualties, and most of my men died in the battlefields where they were charged. This is a great shame."

"I understand." Garen said to comfort his captain of the guards: "We need a way to find Baron Nash's lair as soon as possible and end this useless war."

"How's the reconnaissance team doing?"

Maxim replied: “They haven’t come back yet, the madman you favored is taking them everywhere.

Fortunately, we have this guy, otherwise our casualties would be even greater."

"I have a bad feeling that something is going to happen."

Garen suddenly stood up and looked in the direction where the reconnaissance team left.

"Gather the team, pause to rest, and accelerate to the northeast to meet up with the reconnaissance team as soon as possible."

The Primarchs have an inextricable connection with the Warp, and their premonitions are often as accurate as precognition.

Galen was worried that the reconnaissance team was in trouble.

Northeast, Lanze Depression.

The reconnaissance team led by Sergeant Grant encountered an alien stronghold as usual, consisting of a few simple houses built of logs, with military shelters such as chevaux de frise and sandbags placed outside.

Grant marked the location on the map and drew a red circle. There were three more circles like this, and below them was a red cross, which was the cleared area.

He planned to retreat with his team and return to the front-line command post to reunite with the main force, as they had advanced too deep.

"Shh! Something's happening."

Miss Hermione, a think tank warrior, has extrasensory perception. Her farsightedness allows her to ignore the complex terrain of the jungle and see what is happening a hundred meters away.

Hearing this, the six members of the reconnaissance team lowered their heads, leaving only half of their heads with grass rings on them and a pair of eyes exposed.

Two aliens and a human psychic walked into the base. The human psychic was carrying an object similar to a briefcase.

Miss Hermione used her auditory senses to eavesdrop on their conversation.

It turned out that this strange team was a node force, whose role was to convey Baron Nash's strategic orders to the small-scale strongholds scattered throughout the jungle.

For example, which stronghold to deliver supplies to, which direction to attack, what the firepower configuration of the stronghold is, etc.

That is to say, this team has what they need most right now, a strategic defense map!

But how to get the defense map is a problem. The enemy's number of people and combat effectiveness are not comparable to their reconnaissance force.

Grant was worried about how to get the defense map. Hermione Vandal stepped forward and proposed an extremely dangerous plan: "You make noises outside to attract the attention of the aliens in the base, and I will sneak in."

Grant shook his head: "This is too dangerous. You are simply seeking death."

"Do you have a better idea? Believe me, I have been hiding from the demon hunters for three days."

Grant was silent. He stared into Hermione's eyes. He chose to believe his comrade.

This is also for Demacia.

Sergeant Grant and his men left, and soon the sound of grenade explosions tore through the silent jungle.

The aliens roared and rushed towards the grenade explosion point.

Hermione climbed over the side wall and found that there were only two or three aliens wandering outside the stronghold. She carefully bypassed the patrols and found the house of the human psychic. These crude wooden houses could be described as leaky on all sides, but they were just right for the hot and humid jungle.

Through the rough gaps between the logs, a figure was seen lying on the simple wooden bed.

She tiptoed in and found a file bag containing the defense map on a table.

It’s so easy to pass the level!

Miss Hermione was very happy, her eyes curved into crescents, and she tiptoed to leave.

However, she underestimated the vigilance of a psychic who had been working in the jungle for more than ten years.

Suddenly, a sharp sound whistled through the air, and a roaring blood-red fireball rolled over.

Miss Hermione's fragile body was blown away by a huge force, hot blood splashed on her fair face, and fragments of flesh and bones and broken arms flew in front of her eyes.

Is this my hand?
"Uh-"

The piercing pain made her scream out, but she swallowed the groan back into her stomach with her strong willpower.

She staggered and steadied herself, her blood-stained hair stuck to her pale face, looking extremely disheveled.

"This time it will be your head!"

Before she finished her words, psychic light burst out from Hermione's palm. The dazzling light made the psychic cover his eyes in pain. When his vision returned to normal, Hermione had disappeared.

Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly.

Hermione threw the document bag over the wooden wall and wailed in pain, holding her broken arm.

Drops of black blood dripped from the bone fragments of the broken arm, leaving a star-dotted path on the ground.

That psychic fireball is corrosive and toxic.

Hey!
At this time, a group of aliens followed the bloodstains on the ground and found Hermione who had not yet had time to climb over the wall.

"Eat her!"

The stimulation of the bloody smell made the beasts almost crazy. They pounced on the thin Hermione with their deformed and huge bodies, and tore her flesh with their sharp fangs.

The cruel and bloody scene was witnessed by an eye from behind the wall.

The owner of the eye is Silas, another psychic in the team.

He held the briefcase Hermione handed him, biting his lower lip with his teeth, tears streaming down his red eyes.

The kind girl who had taken care of his daughter like a sister in the past few months turned into a dirty pile of meat. The sound of fangs rubbing against flesh and bones irritated his brain nerves.

He ran desperately, not daring to look back or cry out loud, and ran towards the assembly point with gritted teeth.

The only thing he could do was to pass on the information that Hermione had exchanged her life for.

【small theater】

The kind father Nurgle had just cooked a pot of nourishing porridge and fed it to Elsa diligently. Elsa drank the bowl of shit-like porridge with a painful look on her face and continued to treat herself.

Nurgle was very happy. He thought Elsa must like it very much and she drank it all up every time.

Emperor: Hello, hello, Xiao Na? I want to discuss something with you. I haven't eaten or gone to the toilet in ten thousand years. I am ready to come to you, brother. Please leave a table and a toilet in your garden for me, and leave a few sips of soup for me.

Nurgle: Blackie, of course, come over here now. Hello, hello?

(Nurgle treats every life equally)

Emperor: Madam, you are a pervert. I just wanted to make a harassing phone call, but he really agreed to it.

The emperor called Haodaer again.

Guilliman: Hello, hello? Father? What? A walk around Nurgle's gardens. Oh, oh, okay.

(End of this chapter)