Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 28 Doravec's Perpetual Motion Machine
The first Tournament of Power ended successfully. The Astartes gained loyalty and the Primarchs gained blood. It was a satisfying transaction.

As soon as Galen finished his concluding speech and walked down from the podium, a personal guard ran over in a hurry.

"what happened?"

The Primarch asked with concern, holding the guard's arm.

"My Lord, the Great Sage Victor asks you to come over."

Garen raised an eyebrow. He had been to Victor's laboratory before the Tournament of Power, but was driven away by Victor on the grounds that he was busy responding to the divine revelation of Om Messiah.

"Did the Great Sage say what it was?"

"not at all."

city ​​center.

just now.

A war fortress called the Fortress of Solitude rises from the surface. This terrifying fortress is as big as a quarter of an asteroid, and a fortress of this size has not appeared since the Dark Age of Technology.

Even looking down from low-Earth orbit, you can clearly see the outline of the Fortress of Solitude. It is a true behemoth of war.

The fortress's central atrium can accommodate dozens of Imperial Navy cruisers, and its black walls are covered with dense gun holes, dwarfing the largest Space Marine battle barges. It has the powerful firepower of a fleet.

All of this is to protect the lifeline of Demacia, the Galio Colossus standing at the center of the planet.

It took the Primarch several minutes to enter the fortress gate and reach the laboratory of the Great Sage Victor, and this was while riding a Space Marine motorcycle.

"Respected Primarch, I have prepared a gift for you in return for your support of my experiments."

The great sage Victor, with a slightly hunched back, was waiting at the door of a large, tightly closed warehouse. His twelve mechanical appendages made clanging sounds as they paced, and his deformed body was wrapped in a dark red vestment.

"That's too polite, Great Sage Victor. Everything is for the empire."

Galen enthusiastically grasped the great sage's shriveled and stiff fingers.

He really liked the oil men and loved to hear the word "gift" come out of their mouths.

This seedling has only been planted for a month, but I didn't expect it to start to rebound. It's worthy of being my Doravik.

Galen could already imagine the wonderful life in the future.

Garen: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Doravek, Chaos is bullying me again!!
Victor: There's nothing I can do about you, Nobita Garen (searching pockets)
“You’re going to love this.”

Victor pulled Galen towards the warehouse, the green liquid in the elixir jar on his back swaying.

Victor noted that the Primarch had previously preferred to deploy infantry, but after the arrival of the Emperor's fleet, had become more inclined towards the use of armoured vehicles and transports.

In the words of the Primarch: when you are poor, use tactical interspersion; when you are rich, use firepower coverage.

This means that in the Fearless Vanguard Corps, technical sergeants who believe in the Mechanicus will be given important positions.

The warehouse door just opened a crack.

Kukuku——

The noisy sound immediately squeezed out from the gap and penetrated into the eardrum of the original body.

The sound was huge, like dozens of huge green-skinned guys were waaaaaaah.

The door was completely opened, and what came into view were twenty super-huge treadmills. On the treadmill tracks, giant robots as tall as Tyrannosaurus Rex were running.

With every step he took, the terrifying mass of his body caused the ground to tremble, and the dust on the beams was shaken off, making it seem as if snowing in the warehouse.

These twenty terrifying giant machines have a name - walking robots.

How abnormal is this thing? We usually call it a "perpetual motion machine". It is not an exaggeration, this thing is a real perpetual motion machine.

Walking robots are a bug in the Warhammer setting.

This kind of iron cavalry is a rare item and is considered a very precious high-level combat unit of the Mechanicus.

The crossbow or spear carried by it can cause extremely terrible damage to the enemy.

But this good thing has a strange setting.

Just as Garen saw, all the cavalrymen were running leisurely on the rolling tracks and could not stop at all.

The Iron Cavalry's engine is designed as a perpetual motion mechanism, and the engine inside their body allows them to continuously deliver power in a way that violates thermodynamics.

The bad thing about the Iron Cavalry is that the Mechanicus boss who designed it was envied and ostracized by other colleagues because he was too successful.

After a mysterious incident, the Mechanicus master and the blueprints were lost, and no one knows how to shut down the Iron Knight robot.

What's interesting is that once this thing is damaged in battle, because of its unstoppable perpetual motion, it can only be followed closely by the mechanical priest in an anti-gravity aircraft.

Just like an aerial refueling tanker, the speeds are kept synchronized, and then repairs and replacements are carried out.

There are many strange and funny machines like this in the weapons warehouse of the Mechanicus's charlatans.

I can only say that he is worthy of being called the engine oil man.

Garen likes this war machine very much. Although it has hilarious moments, its terrifying sniping ability on the battlefield is very suitable for the Fearless Vanguard.

On the battlefield, the Ballista Riders are undoubtedly unrivaled sharpshooters. On the one hand, this is due to the ability of the Skitarii, but more importantly, they can obtain target-related data, defensive capabilities, and related weaknesses of any enemy that the Mechanicus has ever encountered through the mind network at any time, coupled with detailed instantaneous surrounding environment data, thus forming almost perfect shooting parameters.

For the Ballista Snipers, killing targets with the powerful weapons on their walkers is as easy as breathing.

“I like this gift very much, Great Sage. Please train an excellent crossbow cavalry team for me in the shortest possible time.

I have a feeling that these meat grinders will be extremely useful during the Great Expedition five months from now."

Demacia is rebuilding, and everything is moving in an orderly manner towards a better future.

Until one night four months later.

At three o'clock in the morning, Pete struggled to move his twisted and deformed body to the bathroom. He lay on the sink, looked at his disgusting body in the mirror and cried.

For several months, he was tortured by severe physical pain every moment.

The real torment came mentally, from the death of his beloved wife and the people of Demacia who died at the hands of the couple.

This almost became a nightmare, like a torture like slow slicing, cutting the softest part of his heart with each cut.

By the time Galen found out, Pete had already swallowed two bottles of pills and was lying on the toilet, half vomiting and half unconscious.

"What medicine did you take, when did you take it, and how do you feel now?"

Galen hugged his father's body and asked a series of questions.

There was silence for a long while.
Galen asked again: "Are you exhausted? Can you hold on? If not, I won't call the nun."

Tears burst out, and Pete huddled in his son's arms, heartbroken like a child: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

In the year 30 of the 809th Millennium, the adoptive father of the Primarch Galen Crownguard died in his arms.

At the same time, the mythical Great Crusade, which was recorded in the history of the Fearless Vanguard Corps, began.

(End of this chapter)