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Chapter 114 Special Weapons Against Orcs

Ryan stood on the edge of the field, wiping the sweat from his brow, and looked towards his home in the distance.

For an ordinary farmer on an agricultural planet in the Macurag 500 world, returning home at dusk is the moment he looks forward to most each day.

After countless years of cultivation, this land is no longer fertile.

In addition, the empire's endless wars have led to resource shortages, and even in the prosperous world of Alteramar 500, basic production can only be maintained with difficulty.

Ryan's family consists of six people: his elderly father, his kind-hearted brother, his gentle wife, and two energetic children. Although they live frugally, in a war-torn galaxy, being able to eat and stay warm is an extremely rare stroke of luck.

He believed that all of this was due to the Emperor's grace and Lord Guilliman's protection.

Every night before bed, Ryan would lead his family to kneel before the simple shrine and kowtow to the golden statue in prayer.

The radiance of the Emperor and the Primarch gave them hope and strength on countless nights.

"Dad, I completed ten laps around the village today." His son, Little Allen, always eagerly reported his training progress to him, and Ryan stroked his son's hair with satisfaction.

Allen possesses extraordinary talent, which reminds Ryan of his older brother who has been away from home for many years.

Ryan's older brother was once the pride of the family. He possessed a special physique that generations of his family had dreamed of, and he was chosen by the Ultramarines to participate in the selection process.

On that day, the whole village saw him off.

Then there was no further news.

At first, the whole family was very worried.

But faith gave them strength, and the passage of time and busy lives would fade the memories.

Ordinary farmers don't have the extra energy to worry about a relative who may have already died in battle.

Just surviving had exhausted all their strength.

Fortunately, the bloodline continued, and his son inherited the family's special talent.

Recently, Ryan has been taking time out of his daily work to train his son, hoping that one day he can also join the ranks of Space Marines.

“If you become an Astartes, don’t forget to check on your uncle’s whereabouts.” Ryan would remind his son after each training session.

Ryan is quite satisfied with his life.

With his talent, he could have participated in the Ultra Warrior selection, but unfortunately he suffered from a genetic disease in his family since childhood.

He, his father, and his brother all have this defect; their blood has a slightly impaired ability to clot.

In a peaceful society, such symptoms might just be a minor ailment.

But in an empire constantly at war, this flaw was extremely fatal.

This also prevents them from undergoing the Ultramarines modification. A single modification could result in excessive blood loss.

Ryan occasionally pondered the nature of this "genetic disease." Perhaps it wasn't a real disease, but rather an unawakened potential.

One of the very few lucky ones in their family, his brother and son, possessed traits that may be another manifestation of this genetic disease: they had an extraordinary ability to clot blood.

Their wounds not only clot quickly, but their blood can also deliver nutrients and oxygen more efficiently, which makes their physical fitness far superior to that of ordinary people.

According to family tradition, their ancestors had a glorious period of their lives.

Over the course of tens of thousands of years, their family has provided a considerable amount of fresh blood for the Ultramarines.

However, in recent millennia, awakened beings have become increasingly rare.

Worse still, many members of the clan have completely lost their ability to clot blood, which has led to the decline of their clan.

But now, the emergence of two consecutive Awakened Ones has rekindled hope for the Ryan family. This must be the will of the God-Emperor, a reward for their family's loyalty.

Ryan trains his son tirelessly every day. Early morning soaking in icy water, midday running with weights under the scorching sun, and evening combat training. All of this is to prepare him for the brutal selection process that awaits.

“The Emperor needs the strongest warriors, Allen.” Ryan would say this to his son whenever he wanted to slack off.

His son would always nod solemnly, and then regain his resolve.

This child seemed to understand the responsibilities he bore and his unique destiny.

The parents of other children in the village often cast envious glances their way. In everyone's eyes, being able to produce offspring for the emperor was the highest honor, more worthy of pride than farming.

Ryan leaned against the wooden fence, gazing at the distant starry sky.

There are countless worlds there, and endless wars, where emperors' subjects and angels fight bloody battles. Perhaps his brother is fighting for the human empire on some distant planet.

One day, his son will embark on the same journey.

As usual, the sun gradually set in the west, and Ryan shouldered his farm tools and headed home.

Thanks to the Emperor's blessing, they had a peaceful day, and he and his family were even able to have a slightly more substantial dinner.

Ryan felt content. In this turbulent universe, to live a simple life, to have faith in the Emperor, and to train warriors for the future was a great honor.

This was his life, a happy life that hundreds of millions of ordinary people in an empire could only dream of.

Tomorrow when the sun rises, he will continue to farm, continue to train his son, and continue to pray.

As Ryan walked to his front door, he looked out and found the door wide open.

He paused, his brow furrowing warily.

Burglary is not common in this agricultural world, and the planet's laws punish such crimes extremely severely, with execution on the spot being the most basic outcome.

He put down the farm tools on his shoulders and carefully approached his wooden house.

"The door opens from the inside."

Ryan examined the door lock and frame; there were no signs of forced entry.

This gave him a slight sense of relief, but it also made him even more confused.

Family members won't leave the door open for no reason, especially during this season when flying insects will take the opportunity to get inside.

He stepped lightly across the threshold, then froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

A colossal figure clad in blue armor sat cross-legged in the center of his simple living room, the gleaming power armor emitting a faint white light in the dim wooden cabin.

She is an Ultra Warrior! An Emperor's Angel!

Ryan almost fell to his knees.

The Astartes monk was speaking in hushed tones to Ryan’s father, whose aged hands gripped the warrior’s arm armor tightly, tears streaming down his wrinkled face.

To Ryan's even greater surprise, the Imperial super soldier even had one hand free to gently play with his five-year-old daughter.

The little girl, fearless, giggled as she tried to grab the shiny rivets on the armored glove.

Ryan's son, Alan, stood to the side, his eyes gleaming with fervent adoration, yet his entire body was tense with nervousness.

The door frame creaked slightly, and everyone's eyes turned to Ryan.

Astartes slowly turned his head to look at Ryan.

At that moment, Ryan felt his heart almost stop beating.

That face, though more resolute and covered in scars, bore a striking resemblance to the face he remembered.

“Brother?” Ryan’s voice trembled, almost unable to believe his eyes. The person in front of him was his brother Rick.

"Brother, long time no see." The Astartes' voice was deep and thunderous, yet it carried a distinct warmth.

Ryan staggered forward, wanting to embrace his long-lost brother, but stopped half a meter away, unsure if he could touch the Emperor's warrior.

Rick smiled and reached out to pull Ryan into his arms.

Rick moved very gently, afraid of accidentally breaking Ryan's ribs.

“I thought you were dead long ago,” Ryan said, his voice choked with emotion.

“I really did almost die.” Rick released his brother and pointed to his armor. “This is the third suit of armor I’ve ever worn.”

Chapter 115 Anyone Can Be an Astartes

The two brothers sat down, and Rick began to tell Ryan about his experiences after becoming an Astartes.

He glossed over the arduous process of selection, transformation, and training, clearly unwilling to let his family know the painful and unbearable details.

"In my second battle, I encountered green-skinned orcs," he thought back to the past, "those savage creatures were far more powerful than the most powerful enemies you could imagine."

He then described the battle, in which the orc army surged forth like a tide, and their squad was cut off and surrounded.

“At the last moment, I found one of their bombs.” His voice was calm, as if he were telling someone else’s story.

"Then I rushed to the vicinity of the orc chieftain and detonated the bomb."

Upon hearing this, Ryan's face turned deathly pale.

Rick then tapped his armor, producing a metallic clang, and began to continue his story.

"The explosion destroyed most of my body, leaving only half an arm and the upper torso. It was my self-healing ability that saved me."

Ryan's father closed his eyes in anguish, while his son stared wide-eyed, filled with both fear and awe.

“Normally, recruits aren’t qualified to be in the Dreadnought,” Rick explained, “but the situation was critical at the time, and given my exceptionally strong healing ability, I was made an exception and put into the Dreadnought.”

"I was supposed to fight to the death in the Dreadnought; that's our destiny. But I miraculously survived every fatal blow."

"Until recently, I got out of that stinky jar, and the new transformation gave me a new lease on life."

Rick's expression suddenly turned serious and agitated.

“Brother, I’ve come not only to visit my family, but also to bring news that could change the fate of the galaxy: the Emperor and our Primarchs have been revived.”

Upon hearing this, Ryan and his family members stood up abruptly, then all knelt down and began to pray.

"Long live the Divine Emperor!"

Rick reached out and helped him up, then said.

"Not only that, all the missing Primarchs have returned, and the Empire has regained its glory of ten thousand years ago!"

He then described the recent large-scale military mobilization and unprecedented state of readiness.

"Our Ultramarines Legion will be personally led by the great Primarch Guilliman."