Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 27: Cans' Self-Strategy
Caesar's Colosseum.

just now.

Bismarck returned to the lounge with a smile on his face. The smile stretched all the way to his ears, and his neat white teeth were full of vitality. In contrast, the big swelling on his right eye made him look a little funny.

"The Primarch's fists are so big and hard that the big orcs are like soft bean sprouts compared to him. What a powerful lesson."

Bismarck had just opened the door of the locker room and announced this fact to his teammates in a loud voice at the top of his lungs.

Primarch, fierce——!
"Have you been bribed like this? Bismarck, the Primarch's reward is so meager that it's like alms. You have become a complete punching bag, being unilaterally abused in public."

Another veteran, Duke Simmons, rebuked.

Bismarck's loyalty and bravery were well-known in the Third Company. He valued the honor of the legion more than anything else, even his own life.

Now, in a battle that could be described as sadistic, Bismarck, like a brainwashed servant of the Tech-Priest, abandoned his past glory and pledged his loyalty to the Primarch.

Duke couldn't stand such an ending. How could this guy dare to give up the medal of honor forged in blood and fire, the reputation ignited by the blood of thousands of comrades-in-arms!
Bismarck stopped smiling and stared at his comrade with a serious look. He pressed his shoulder and said solemnly, "Duke, when you face the Primarch in person and exchange martial arts with him, you will understand why I changed my ways."

"The old days will live forever, my heart is towards the light, the Primarch is the future I choose."

In fact, rather than being loyal to the Primarch himself, the veterans chose to pledge allegiance because the Holy Emperor asked them to do so to his Primarch son.

These fearless veterans of the Stormtroopers, selected from Terra, have basically only seen the majesty and glory of the Holy Emperor, and their loyalty to the Emperor is abominable from the depths of their souls.

To these veterans, the Primarch was nothing more than an insignificant reward bestowed upon them by the Emperor.

With the Primarch, the whole society will become more powerful, but without the Primarch, the Fearless Chargers are also operating in their own mode and creating their own glory.

Through the competition just now, Bismarck truly realized the infinite power of the Primarch. He is the ultimate creation of the Holy Emperor, the Son of God who can lead the Legion to a glory that they cannot reach otherwise.

Bismarck clearly remembered the punch that hit him in the face, and their fingers stroked the hideous scar on his face from forehead to chin.

This was the damage caused by the massive Ork's Bonecutter axe, the axe blade close to the brain, but it was still not as impressive as the Primarch's punch to the soul.

In a trance, he seemed to see something sacred, and the light it shed was as warm as that of an emperor.

What Bismarck didn't know was that this was the effect of the Primarch's subtle awakening of his warp essence.

Even the most unimaginable genetic engineering could not create a miracle like the Primarch, even if the Emperor claimed that it was his DNA that was used.

The Emperor snatched twenty unknown Warp mysteries from the Warp and integrated them into the genes of the newborn Primarchs through forbidden alchemy. This explains the Primarchs' strange charm, which is actually the influence of Warp energy.

The power displayed by Galen made the veteran Bismarck see the majesty and glory of the Primarch. Combined with the Primarch's strange charm, this stubborn veteran became the Primarch's most loyal servant.

"Humph! Only if you have a weak will can you be easily defeated like you."

Duke crossed his arms and turned halfway around, looking at her with disdain.

The rest of the veterans were in much the same mood, turning around and doing their own things, checking their power armor, wiping their chainswords, and fiddling with their bolters.

"Hey! Don't be like this. Once you fight the Primarch, you will understand his greatness."

Bismarck turned his head with the same arrogance, and said in a tone of comparison and mockery: "The premise is that your martial arts can impress the Primarch. Those with mediocre martial arts will not have the opportunity to communicate with the Primarch face to face."

"What! You mean you're better than me?"

"Damn it, you're not even half as good at swordsmanship as I am!"

"If it's my turn, I can at least take two punches from the Primarch!"

The veterans were very dissatisfied.

"It's my turn in the next game. I'll tell you with cruel facts that only fools would act like you!" Duke pointed at Bismarck and said harshly, then picked up his equipment and walked out of the lounge angrily.

Twenty minutes later.

boom--!
The door of the lounge was violently pushed open, and Duke's tall body blocked the door. His face was as funny as when Bismarck first came in, with his lips stretched to the back of his ears like a circus clown, revealing a silly smile with big white teeth, and big swollen eyes.

"The Primarch's fists are so big and hard that the big orcs look like soft bean sprouts compared to him. Damn, they're powerful."

"????"

The veterans were puzzled. You, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, said we would form a united front, so why the hell did you turn against us just after being beaten up?
Didn't we say that only fools would turn against us? The fool you're talking about is you!!

Ugh!!!! Aa ...
Bismarck nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at the old Bins who were full of question marks, and said proudly: "Look, this is the greatness of the father of genes."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

An old soldier roared, "Weak fellow, look at me, I will never be tempted by that damn thing!"

Bismarck and Duke looked at each other with a look that said you understand me.

The same twenty minutes later.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!!! Primarch's fists are so strong!!!! Bah bah bah!!!"

Veteran: “Ah?”

After the Calabash Brothers saved their grandfather, this group of veteran soldiers of the Third Company were completely conquered by the Primarch's strange charm and the punch of the Heart Steel that struck the soul of the Warp.

At this time in the lounge, the veterans were arguing about how to show their loyalty to the holy Primarch, until Bismarck proposed the slogan of learning from the Primarch.

"We can start by learning the customs that the Primarch is most passionate about, such as the customs of the Dreadnaughts, which have been recognized by the Holy Emperor."

"You mean hitting a friendly soldier in the head with a chainsword?"

"Yes, I found that the Primarch seemed to be particularly keen on hitting other people on the head."

Bismarck pointed at everyone's swollen right eye.

"good idea!"

In this way, the first batch of knocking cans of Fearless Pioneer was born.

In the later period, out of worship for the Primarch, they even spontaneously formed a Knocking Society to praise the greatness of the Primarch.

This twisted relationship, which was close to faith, actually produced a chemical reaction after an unusual fermentation.

Anyone who knocks on the cans of the Society gains the power of Heart Steel, although the blood bonus is extremely weak.

These can-knocking guys are also called tank cans by the demons, because the meat they are eating is so damn good.

"Haqiu!"

Galen sneezed, his face full of confusion: "Can the Primarch catch a cold? Or is some evil god targeting me?"

"Forget it, let's not think about this for now. Heart Steel is really a good thing."

Blood volume: 14213
This power conference gave him 3,000 health points!
A book friend asked, "Ah, author, if you use your own cans to stack steel like this, won't you kill someone with one punch later?"

Hehehe! Are you naive? Tell me, who is Heart of Steel's best friend?
Of course it’s the Tyranids——!
The Tyranids are like this. They only need to consider recycling biomass, while Galen has to consider a lot of things~(￣▽￣～)~
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(End of this chapter)