Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 68: Galen Cries Like a Fart
The Hercules Fenr.

just now.

Bang-!
The bridge door was violently kicked open, and the Wolf King turned his head with displeasure on his face. A tall figure appeared, holding a gorgeous sword in his hand.

"Hello brother, I'm back again!"

"I know it's been a long time, I'm here to help you deal with the greenskin scum now."

The wolf king folded his hands across his chest with a solemn expression, looking unhappy and saying that no one should approach him.

This bastard, he went off to another world to roam around and kill people for fun, and the command of two legions and countless mortal troops was left to him, a military officer!
The wolf king wanted to grab Garen by the collar and drag him in front of him, yelling at him: "Damn it, do you know how I got through this year?"

However, the Wolf King did not do so. This behavior made him look like a resentful woman in the boudoir. The bastard Garen would definitely think that he was looking forward to his return!
"Ah."

The response was brief and indifferent.

Walking into the bridge, Galen said as he walked: "I have brought back the Primarch of the Ninth Legion. He is a Primarch with very high combat power. You will definitely like him."

"Ah."

The Wolf King nodded slightly indifferently. He had heard about this matter in the intelligence. It was said that this was a very holy and charismatic Primarch, the one who was most like the Emperor in every aspect among the Primarchs who had returned.

The most obvious and fascinating feature is that the Ninth Primarch has a pair of holy wings on his back, like an angel in mythology descending to the world.

"Sanguinius, come meet your other brother, Leman Russ."

The deep voice was like a stone thrown into the sea, without causing a ripple. Russ exhaled impatiently and glanced at Galen.

"Sanguinius, this is rude. Your Primarch brothers are waiting."

Galen yelled again.

The archangel's footsteps echoed in the corridor of the spaceship, and a long and narrow shadow stretched to the door, and an angry voice sounded outside the door.

"I will definitely kill you, Galen!"

"???"

The Wolf King was confused, it didn't sound like the relationship between the two of them was very good.

Sanguinius walked in silence. Beside him, the captain of the guards, Maxime, was following respectfully, limping with a big bump on his head.

Unable to defeat Galen, the Archangel directed his wrath upon Maximus, a loyal warrior who took the fatal blow for his own Primarch.

Sanguinius emerged from the darkness, his long, soft golden hair was long in some places and short in others, with the ends curled up and some places showing signs of being burnt and blackened.

The worst thing was the pair of pure white wings. The tips of the feathers were burnt black. Some parts were covered with white silk cloth, and that part was burnt bare.

The Wolf King was stunned. How could the beautiful and holy archangel in the intelligence become such a pitiful state? Was he attacked by a demon on his way back?
"Was it the devil who did this?"

The archangel gnashed his teeth and said, "Yes, it was a damned demon who did it. I will definitely chop that bastard into eight pieces with my sword!"

As he spoke, the archangel stared at Galen with malicious eyes. If looks could kill, Galen would have died countless times.

"Ahem. That's right, that guy deserves to die. He hurt my brother like this."

Garen clenched his fist and coughed awkwardly. He overlooked one point during the experiment: the archangel was not wearing power armor and his body's defense ability was insufficient.

Moreover, it was indeed not expected that the passive magic damage of Endless Hatred would be so high.

It is not clear whether the passive skill of Endless Hatred can trigger a large-area burning effect.

If possible, he only needs to stand still and burn the enemies attacking him to death. In situations like the Green Orcs, which are large in number and generally not very strong, he only needs to stand among them and let the Greenskins beat him.

The passive magic damage of Endless Hatred can easily burn them to ashes.

High above the planet's orbit, the sword and shield of the Fearless Vanguard floated silently in the void, and the fluorescence from the planet's surface created a halo on the fleet's metal hull.

Outside the airdrop chamber specially made for the knights, Garen took a deep breath and waited for the signal from the Wolf Fleet.

After consultation, the three Primarchs chose to attack simultaneously from the towns farther away on both sides of the main city. Among them, the towns behind the city where there are many enemy mushroom farms will be attacked by a small number of Fearless Vanguards led by Garen.

On the other side, a mixed force led by the two Primarchs would launch a frontal assault.

"what are you waiting for?"

The two Primarchs came silently behind Galen. Among them, Leman Russ had the most unfriendly look, and the Archangel crossed his arms unhappily.

"Wait for your order to attack, my great general."

Holding on to the cold metal outer wall of the drop chamber, Garen said idly.

"The attack point is now!"

As the Wolf King finished speaking, the Vanguard Squad's space capsule shot out, like sharp brass bullets, towards the greenskins' lair.

Nornchi is a last-minute farm planet deployed by the green orcs in the Firewheel sub-star zone. All the mushroom farms on the surface of Nornchi were destroyed. After the greenskin troops on the front battlefield were reduced in number, it was difficult for them to quickly obtain a large number of reinforcements.

The Battle of Firewheel had been fought for two full years, and the Wolf King was determined to end this protracted war within half a year.

Therefore, Nornchi became the key node in the victory of the Battle of Fire Wheel. As long as this planet was captured, the dawn would not be far away.

"Understood! Commander!"

Galen saluted the two primarchs with an eagle salute, turned around and bent down to get into the drop chamber, but as soon as his right foot stepped in, a huge force attacked his buttocks from behind.

Oops! ! !

The Wolf King kicked Garen on the butt with all his strength, and he fell rapidly from the Heracles Fenr towards Nornchi like a Tomahawk missile.

The finely crafted power armor he was wearing caused intense friction with the atmosphere, and his body was covered in a layer of faint flames. On his helmetless head, the flames burned his hair black, which curled up like a spring and stuck to his scalp.

The facial muscles were also burned and carbonized. From a distance, it looked like Vorkan, the Primarch of the Salamanders.

"Isn't that too rough? I hope Galen will be okay."

Even though he was abused like this, the kind angel sister couldn't help but worry about her brother.

The wolf king said indifferently: "It doesn't matter. This kid has thick skin and strong recovery ability. This superficial injury will only hurt him a little."

Looking at the embarrassed figure, a long-lost smile appeared on the wolf king's lips.

“Listen to that scream, it must be very painful.

This guy can control his body muscles to disconnect from his brain nerves, but when he falls from low-Earth orbit at high speed, he won’t be able to cut off the nerve connection in time.”

Today, Galen cried like a fart.

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(End of this chapter)