Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 40 Do You Want to Join the Imperial Guard?
Jarvan is an outlier among the Vanguard.

Both veterans and recruits were impressed by this man because he would launch surprise attacks on the Primarch they revered as a father, regardless of the occasion or time.

Even though he always ended up being knocked away.

The Astartes were genetically linked to their Primarchs, and Jarvan's attack was considered blasphemous, rebellious, and extremely unbelievable by most Astartes.

They couldn't understand why such rebellious thoughts came into Jarvan's mind. Was his genetic seed contaminated?
Even in the eyes of the Knock Knock Cans who have acquired the "Knock Knock" trait because of their excessive worship of the Father of Genes, Jarvan is an outlier among outliers.

Although the Knocking Cans also long to one day knock their fists on the head of the Primarch they revere, they can only dream of such rebellious ideas.

There is another reason why Jarvan is regarded as an outlier, and that is his weapon - the Halberd of Asma.

Also because of the Primarch, the Space Marines of the Dreadnaught Vanguard are accustomed to using power swords or chainswords as weapons.

And Jarvan is the only one in the Legion who uses the Guardian Spear as a weapon.

Because of this, Jarvan stood out so much in the team during the commendation session after the battle.

A grand award ceremony was held on the Heracles Fenr. After the Wolf King finished his speech affirming the courage and glory of the soldiers, he began to award medals to the Space Marines of the two assault companies.

The Fearless Vanguard's army was in perfect order, and their movements and expressions seemed to have been cast in the same mold, creating a beauty that was pleasing to the eye.

"Hmm~"

The wolf king nodded affirmatively.

"What a beautiful and aesthetic formation, Bjorn. Remember to remind me to ask Galen how he trained to get such a perfect and aesthetically pleasing team."

Bjorn also nodded appreciatively, but his next words poured cold water on the Wolf King.

"My Lord, this kind of training is only suitable for the brothers of the Fearless Vanguard. Our wolf cubs are too active. The wolf nature in their genes makes them always in the excitement of fighting."

"Yes."

The wolf king also understood this and shook his head regretfully.

Then, his eyes caught a glimpse of the discord in the golden ratio of the Legion, which was Jarvan standing at the front of the team.

His Asuma halberd, which was taller than him, had a shining blade that was so conspicuous.

The Wolf King remembered this warrior, the most powerful general under his Primarch brother.

In the Moon Battle that just ended, this tough guy single-handedly killed a WarBoss guarding the power core. He was really tough.

It is said that he is also a master of psychic powers, skilled in using psychic spells to manipulate rocks.

The powerful WarBoss was crushed into a green-skinned monster by this tough guy's Rock Hand spell.

Looking at the macho man Jarvan who was picking his nose in the team, the Wolf King suddenly had a bold idea.

Jarvan likes to use power spears.

The Custodes favor power spears.

Jarvan is a super, super tough guy.

The Imperial Guards are super super powerful golden corn.

Jarvan = Guards

After we win the battle in the Fire Wheel sub-sector, we will ask the Emperor to make this tough guy into a royal guard. I wonder if the Emperor will agree.

If you agree.

Will this tough guy be strong enough to kill some Primarchs who claim to be civil servants (referring to Galen)?

After the grand award ceremony, the Wolf King called out to Jarvan who was about to leave.

The Wolf King patted Jarvan on the shoulder and spoke with a serious expression.

"Do you want to join the Imperial Guard?"

Garen seemed to have heard some incredible secret, and his eyes widened to the size of fried eggs.

"Ah? Aren't all the Imperial Guards men?"

The Wolf King's first impression of Jarvan was that he was a muscular, super-strong man, so he didn't react for a moment to realize that Jarvan was answering questions with strange knowledge.

"Yes, the Imperial Guards are all male. Is there any problem?"

Then, the Wolf King seemed to have his worldview hit. He quickly took his hand away from Jarvan's shoulder, as if he had touched something unclean.

He asked in surprise. "Aren't you a man?"

Jarvan had no expression on his face: “.”

"Can I fuck Sister Silence?"

Jia Wen said this, he was impressed by the sister Grace who stayed behind. The reason is that Sister Grace's body was too amazing in every aspect.

"No, no, the Sisters of Silence only accept female untouchables. Just because you have psychic powers, you are not qualified."

The wolf king shook his head and refused.

Jiawen: "."

"I don't want to fight the Custodians, I just want to kill Galen."

The Wolf King was also silent: “.”

I didn't expect that this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes would actually turn against me.

I've always heard from my wolf cubs that the Fearless Vanguard is a tough group, but I didn't expect them to play so wildly.

The ideal of any Dalian company commander is to kill his own original leader.

The wolf king thought to himself, "Alas! My brother, you are living in dire straits!"

Fenris.

just now.

"Haqiu——!"

Galen sneezed, touched his itchy nose, and felt that it was time to leave.

The last time he sneezed, his home was stolen by that kid Nurgle, and his entire family was killed, leaving only his sister Lux.

I don’t know if the sneezing this time was caused by a problem in the battle in the Fire Wheel sub-sector.

Garen was worried. He put on his power armor and walked towards the table piled with various mechanical parts and experimental equipment.

On the shelf, there was an exquisite sword, which looked somewhat similar to the Emperor's flaming sword, but was much larger.

The sharp and shining sword body has dark clouds of storm and thunder floating in it, making the outline of the sword body wrapped in a layer of light blue corona, full of soft divinity.

Garen gently swung this master-level sword, and dark blue arcs of electricity danced from the hilt to the tip of the sword. The storm surged, and a strange hurricane that could melt gold and corrode bones blew up in the tight room.

The sword blade, wrapped in a storm, drew arcs of lightning in the air and easily cut off a corner of the anvil next to the stove.

Garen nodded with satisfaction and put the sharp sword into an equally exquisite scabbard, keeping its sharp edge hidden.

He put the Winter Axe beside him on his waist.

He forgot to return the axe to the Wolf King, and out of apology he squeezed out some free time to reforge the axe and add some of Nidhogg's claws into it.

Winter Axe, oh no, it would be more appropriate to call it Black Cleaver now.

With Nidhogg's claws, plus some subspace knowledge and scientific technology, the sharpness of this axe that has killed countless enemies has undergone a qualitative change.

When Galen walked out of Forge Mountain, Hall was dozing in front of the campfire at the entrance of the cave.

"Master Hall, what's the situation on the battlefield?"

He shook Hall awake and asked the most concerning questions.

"Oh my god, you really succeeded! You are a genius, a natural blacksmith!"

Galen shook his head and repeated, "I want to know the situation on the battlefield."

"Not sure. You know, Fenris has no astropaths deployed to communicate with the fleet."

Hall stared at the blade at Galen's waist.

"Does this beauty have a name?"

"Let's call it the Fallen Dragon Festival for now."

Oh, I forgot to mention that.

There will be three updates tomorrow, everyone remember to come and support me, tomorrow's follow-up reading is very important.

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(End of this chapter)