Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 59 Gauss Weapons
[The power of a thousand blades and the rage of ten thousand feet of flames surge in my heart, fighting for a better tomorrow!

——Sanguinius

Baal.

just now.

Sanguinius took the wine glass filled with scarlet liquid, slowly put it under his nose, and took a sip. At that moment, his expression seemed to be illuminated by the soft light, and his eyes revealed a sense of peace and satisfaction. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the complex aroma of the red wine.

“The sweetness of the fruit, the depth of the oak, and the subtle notes of spice and earth.”

He enjoyed the aroma of the red wine for a while, then slowly raised the glass to his lips. He took a sip and the red wine flowed in his mouth. The moment he took a sip, he felt a smooth and rich liquid with a subtle sweetness and acidity.

The fruity aroma of red wine blossomed in his mouth, as if the taste of ripe black cherries and plums danced on the tip of his tongue. Then, he felt layers of complex flavors: the smoke and vanilla brought by the oak barrels, and a lingering aftertaste of unknown spices.

"What exactly was released?"

After taking several sips and finishing the entire glass of wine, Sanguinius still could not tell what the special spice that smelled like the rising sun was.

His eyes met Sanguinius's burning gaze and the Primarch subconsciously avoided it, his cheeks slightly flushed and the corners of his lips stained warmly by the wine.

The angel sister is worthy of being a sister.

The Primarch came up with the absurd idea of ​​turning Sanguinius into Slaanesh. His inexplicable charm induced extreme emotional values. It would be a pity if he didn't turn him into Slaanesh.

"It's a secret recipe. You can enjoy it slowly. I won't bother you."

bang——

The door of the room closed heavily. Sanguinius's long golden hair fluttered in the wind when the door closed. His face was covered with a golden veil, and his eyes blinked in astonishment.

Confused, Saint Gilles stopped thinking about it, poured half a glass of red wine into the goblet, and walked back to the balcony to continue his unfinished oil painting.

Painting was a hobby he cultivated for himself and a measure to quench his blood thirst.

After taking over the 9th Legion, Sanguinius' bright and warm soul dispelled the brutal and bloodthirsty spirit in the souls of the 9th Legion.

He banned the bad habits of blood-sucking and corpse-eating in the legion, which repeatedly tested the edge of heresy, and encouraged everyone to sublimate their primitive hunger into passion for artistic creation and skill learning, and taught them how to restrain the beast in their hearts with aristocratic etiquette and noble sentiments.

"No, that feeling, the desire for blood, is gone!"

In shock and confusion, Sanguinius found that the mental blockage that he felt when he used his willpower to suppress his blood thirst was not as usual.

It felt like the foreign object "thirst for blood" that had been entrenched in the body had been removed, and the body felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure and relaxation.

This... He suddenly turned his head to look at the exquisite small round table next to the drawing board, which contained a paint box, fruits, wine glasses and a bottle of red wine with a mysterious recipe.

The bottom of the wine bottle has a smooth arc, and the dark green hides a hint of white that I had not noticed before.

Sanguinius picked up the bottle and turned it upside down. On the concave bottom of the bottle, there was a white note.

[Once in March, one cup at a time, drink after meals, don't drink too much~
——Dr. Galen】

He stood quietly in the middle of the balcony, the coolness brought by the breeze forming a sharp contrast with the warmth on his body.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyelashes casting delicate shadows on her eyelids, and her lips were slightly pursed, as if hiding the turmoil in her heart.

What a reliable guy. Time passed quietly, and Galen stayed in Baal for another half a year.

Light footsteps were heard in the quiet corridor. Sanguinius walked gently across the wooden floor, holding a copper-brown wooden tray in his hand. The silver tray cover trapped the tempting aroma of food.

The Primarchs, as long as they are not in an extreme environment mixed with subspace elements, they are like a perpetual motion machine that violates the laws of physics.

For example, the legendary sleeping king, the original gene Lion, slept for 10,000 years without eating or drinking.

Of course, there are also greedy ones, such as the Wolf King Leman Russ. As the second Primarch to be recovered, Russ refused to pay tribute to the Emperor and refused to call him the Lord of Mankind.

The arrogant Wolf King issued three challenges to the Emperor:
The first challenge was eating (the rice bucket challenge), and the emperor lost.

The second challenge was drinking (the drunkard challenge), which the emperor also failed.

The third challenge was a battle (the Reckless Man Challenge), where the Emperor used his powerful power fists to tame the arrogant wolf into a husky.

Ever since I gave the angel boy sister a secret red wine, I completely captured his heart.

Garen stayed in the laboratory for half a year without going out, except for coming out once to replenish his Heart Steel.

knock knock --

He tapped lightly with his index finger, but received no response after waiting for a moment. Sanguinius frowned, exerted a little force with his right hand, and crushed the fragile door bolt into pieces of eggshell.

"They told me you hadn't eaten anything in three weeks."

As soon as I entered the door, a strong smell of motor oil hit me in the face, the dazzling welding light flashed, and the laboratory was dyed into only black and white.

On the largest metal table, electromagnetic field coils, asynchronous linear induction motors, linear acceleration chambers, beam focusing arrays, and a Gaussian burst gun were disassembled into small pieces.

Gauss weapons are a type of thermal weapon used by the Necrons that is extremely destructive.

This thermal weapon is very cruel, it is like a remote skinning machine. The target hit by its decomposition beam will produce a "peeling" effect.

It peels away the victim's skin and muscle layer by layer, and as each layer of skin or muscle is exposed, it is broken down by the weapon's beam and carried to the muzzle.

This apparently results in catastrophic destruction of the biological components of the target, which are then dissipated as vapor.

When this terrible beam hits a Space Marine, his ceramsite armor will be destroyed first, and then the Space Marine will have his epidermis torn off in unbearable pain, and then the dermis.

His body tissue will be torn off from his skeleton layer by layer like peeling a rice dumpling, until only a huge skeleton is left in its place, and dark green smoke drifting into the void.

Even the power armor made of composite ceramic steel and reinforced plastic steel could not provide effective protection and could only hold out for a short period of time under this atomic attack.

If Gauss weapons can be deployed on a large scale, the combat effectiveness of the Fearless Vanguard will be greatly enhanced.

For example, in the Battle of Firewheels that is still going on, the greenskins' ancient giants that are wrapped in the "Waaagh!" force field will be easily annihilated into atoms by a round of Gauss cannon fire.

The duration of Wheel of Fire battles and casualties among both mortal forces and Space Marines are greatly reduced.

The situation where one third of the wolf pack is killed will never happen again!

(End of this chapter)