Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 51 Barr
The surface of Baal Prime has been covered in a desert of red rust since ancient times.

But its satellite was once a paradise for mankind, where the inhabitants enjoyed the blessings of elegant art and science and technology, far away from the suffering of struggling for survival and conquering wars.

The surface of Baal is dotted with traces of ancient edifices, majestic monuments of mythical technology that have stood the test of time.

Evidently, the ancestors of Baal spent a great deal of time building massive monuments, carving statues of kings and gods into the mountains.

After the Dark Age of Technology, a terrible and unknown disaster permanently changed the face of Baal, and the planetary environment became unrecognizable.

The surface of Baal is filled with deadly radiation, and its strata include plains composed of hard black glass and endless and heavily polluted deserts.

What was once an ocean was now nothing but contaminated water and toxic silt, covered in a layer of dead ash.

Bar-Secandus.

just now.

A sandstorm raged that covered the sky and the sun. The sand and gravel containing highly toxic radiation were transformed into powerful bullets containing deadly radiation due to the invasion of strong winds.

No creature dared to walk in the wilderness in such severe weather, not even the thick-skinned mutants. They huddled in their nests, waiting for the death storm that had lasted for several days to end.

In the cave, a nomadic group of pure-blooded Baal people are resting here. Their target is the ruins of lost ancient civilization buried deep under the yellow sand.

The rare resources and civilized technologies hidden in those ancient ruins will enable their tribe to better survive in the harsh conditions of Bal-Secandus.

Although, under the shining of the holy power of Archangel Sanguinius, mutants are no longer an enemy they need to worry about, the harsh natural conditions of Baal still force them to fight for survival.

Wearing a tight and heavy anti-radiation suit, Abakan, the leader of the nomadic group, could not believe his eyes. He saw a dark shadow slowly approaching their position in the yellow sand.

How could any creature, other than the holy and great Sanguinius, be able to function in such an environment?
Abakan closed his eyes and opened them again. He was sure that the figure in the yellow sand was real and not an illusion, and that he did not have wings behind him.

"There are some dirty guys coming, pick up your weapons, newcomers, let the old ones take over!"

Abakan made a quick decision. He asked the new tribesmen who had just stepped into the Death Desert to stand in the inner circle to prevent their fragile courage from becoming a breakthrough in the front-line barrier.

Abakan tightly gripped the gun in his hand and stared fiercely at the black shadow in the yellow sand. Beads of sweat kept dripping down his forehead because of nervousness.

Suddenly, a deep and intimate voice broke the tense atmosphere.

"Hello, I'm looking for a beautiful lady, tall and very beautiful. I'm his second brother."

The Primarch emerged from the yellow sand. He was so tall that he had to bend down to squeeze into the cave.

Garen secretly sighed at his luck. He had so many blood packs confiscated in the Battle of Firewheel, but was randomly teleported to this world of death by the cunning greenskin technology.

Fortunately, by examining the images and texts of ancient buildings buried in the yellow sand, Galen knew that he had come to Baal, the world of his Primarch brother Sanguinius.

This good news dispelled the sadness of losing the green-skinned blood bag. Winning over another primarch brother would better help the plan to compete for the throne of Warmaster after the Battle of Ullanor.

After the Battle of Ullanor, the Lion King was half-crippled in the Battle of Randan, Ferrus gave up on his own, and the Thirteenth Master Guilliman had no supporters.

Horus' outstanding performance in Ullanor and his rescue of the Emperor who was about to be strangled by the greenskins (it is possible that the yellowskins did it on purpose to pave the way for his eldest son), coupled with Horus' personal charm, made many primarchs like him, and this guy naturally became the Warmaster. Now, Horus will face his biggest competitor.

By now, Galen had completely captivated the Wolf King, and the brotherhood between the two was as strong as gold, to the point where even his legionnaires could subconsciously follow the orders of another Primarch when their Primarch was not present.

The Space Wolves and the Dreadnaughts can be said to have the best relationship among the twenty legions, and their relationship is even closer than the relationship within some legions.

Garen's plan has been very successful. At least, there should be no risk of being killed by the wolf pack.

According to his understanding, Old Eleven was killed by the Imperial Guards and the Wolf Group, this poor guy.

That night, when Russ discovered him while he was watching the stars on the deck, Galen wanted to ask, "Russ, if the Emperor asked you to kill me, would you do it?"

However, Galen did not ask the question in the end, as he felt the time was not yet right.

He did not completely trust Russ. The Wolf King was a guy who appeared rude on the outside but was actually delicate and sensitive on the inside. None of the guys who could become the Primarch were simple-minded fools.

Alas, my complicated family ethics!

Find an opportunity to send some Father’s (birthday) gifts to the Emperor. The Emperor is also a poor guy who grew up in a broken family and has never experienced the love of his family.

Let the emperor experience the true love from his son, and perhaps he will give up the idea of ​​killing him for unknown reasons.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Garen became upset when he thought of the Sword of the Emperor hanging over his head. If it weren't for these messy things, he could spare some time to develop [Star God Technology]. There are too many things worth studying about Galio.

Now, all the pressure falls on Doravek alone. Galen feels like a black-hearted boss who works 996, and feels a little embarrassed.

Abakan was shocked by the Primarch's tall and glorious figure, the gorgeous armor, and the exquisitely crafted sword at his waist. Everyone was thinking - is this a god?

"You mean?"

Everyone was shocked. Garen's perfect figure really reminded them of Saint Guinness. Could it be that the sacred beauty...
Ugh! The Holy Archangel really has a brother?
It’s very likely——!
"I am looking for someone with holy wings, a love of fruit (thirst for blood), a handsome face, and a perfect body that can resist Baal's death radiation."

Garen was stunned for a moment. Why did it feel like he was describing one of the Four Gods' Chosen?
The Baal people present knelt down and paid tribute to their brother, the great angel.

"I want to see my brother. Can you show me the way?"

The original body's magnetic voice exudes infinite charm.

Even the most stubborn of their leaders could not resist the Primarch's strange charm: "It is an honor to have the Archangel in your presence at this moment."

"However, we do not have your sacred body, so we need to go to the nearest trading town for supplies first."

"No problem. I'll be responsible for your safety along the way."

Uhhhhhhh, I’m recommending a friend’s book. It’s very interesting.

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(End of this chapter)