Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 66: Use your charm, Angel of Slaanesh!
Lycaeus.

just now.

"Quick, quick, quick, move all the weapons in."

Inside the smelter, Nasturi carried two bundles of guns on his shoulders and stepped one foot on an oil tank. Behind him were a large number of smelter workers and boxes of bullets.

The workers nimbly carried boxes of munitions and moved around the factory like army ants. The munitions were safely stacked in a secret warehouse.

While things were busy here, inside the factory, Corax was holding a workers' meeting to discuss the specific plan of the armed uprising.

"Alelin!"

A dozen backbone members of the workers' organization gathered under a chandelier. Corax sat there, surrounded by the workers, holding a schedule in his hand, which detailed the planned division of labor for each person.

When he called out a name, someone immediately responded, raising his right hand and squeezing in from outside the crowd.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Looking at the tall and thin young man, Corax assigned tasks.

"Alelin, I'm sending you to the pharmacy to get as many medicines, cotton, bandages, and other medical supplies as you can get."

"Where's the money?"

Alelin asked, scratching his head.

In response to the inquiry, Corax glanced at the workers' expectant eyes and tapped the wooden table with his index finger, making a tap-tap-tap sound.

"As for the money, go and tell the people at the pharmacy to wait for the new regime to pay."

The workers had no money, and the value of their labor was completely plundered by the nobles. Corax understood what those fat nobles were thinking.

Keep the workers poor, keep them struggling for food and clothing, keep them busy making a living all day, and they will have no time to think about anything else.

This is an extremely vicious ruling strategy that uses poverty to wear down people's will and spirit and poisons the healthy bodies of workers.

"What if you insist on paying in cash?"

He was still a little worried and was waiting for their "leader" to make a decision before he could take action.

"You go and discuss it, talk it over, quietly."

Staring at the pair of eyes that still held secrets, Corax patted his shoulder and affirmed, "I can give it to you."

The drugstore also belongs to the oppressed class, and the people working there are also waiting for the day when they can turn things around.

"Okay, sir!"

Pushing through the crowd, Alelin ran out of the smelter with the Primarch's orders.

Corax continued to assign tasks to the workers.

At this moment, a thin figure ran in, squeezed a way through the crowd and came in front of Corax.

"Mr. Corax, the management is here, with guards. They have guns!"

Hearing this, Corax's face turned serious, and he folded the plan sheet with his five fingers nimbly and put it into the inner pocket of his shirt.

"They're coming."

"It must be about the strike."

Corax calmed the restless workers and slowly stood up. His tall body gave them an infinite sense of security.

"I'll go talk to them."

Looking at a young man next to him, Corax said to him.

"Sorola, continue to assign tasks to the comrades and proceed according to the plan."

Sorolla Ahn, future commander of the Falcon and the youngest Raven Guard commander ever, was killed during the Drop Site Massacre and impersonated by an Alpha Legion agent.

"Understood sir! I promise to complete the task!"

Inside the factory.

Three men in peaked caps and brown coats stood in front of the workers, with two armed guards behind them.

Nasturi was communicating with these three guys.

"What's going on here? Why did you alarm the gentlemen from the management department and bring them to the factory? This is not a place for these gentlemen to stay."

Corax slowly emerged from the shadows.

The Administration Department is the department of the Chiavari government stationed in Lycaeus to manage the workers' production. They control the largest armed force in Lycaeus, a powerful defense force of a thousand people.

Their purpose was to spy on the inhabitants of Lycaeus - criminals, political enemies and workers who had failed to meet their quotas, providing the rulers of Kavaha with a free and unlimited supply of human resources.

“We’re looking for the union chairman.”

"I am, I am the union chairman, Kvos Corax, what do you want from me?"

The Primarch strode up to the three people, staring down at them with a pair of cold and gloomy eyes. The difference in size alone made them feel extremely oppressive.

The moment Corax approached, the leader subconsciously took a half step back, with tiny beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Let's. Let's find a place to talk."

Moving his eyes left and right, scanning the workers, Corax held down the leading man who was about to leave.

"Workers don't hinder me. I won't keep secrets from the working class. Please take a seat. You can speak directly if you have anything to say."

Corax winked and the workers brought in three stools.

"Why don't you start production today!"

Among them, the one with a more explosive temper kicked over the stool on the ground, stood in front of Corax, stared straight into those gloomy eyes and questioned him.

"Today is a rest day. The workers have been busy for six days and have the right to rest and relax."

Ignoring those fierce but cowardly eyes, Corax answered calmly and slowly.

"Huh! Rest? In my opinion, you are on strike and gathering a crowd for rebellion!"

He grabbed Corax by the collar and yelled viciously, "Do you want to be shot?"

Boom—Boom—

The two guards immediately raised their guns and pointed the black muzzles at the Primarch's head.

"What do you want to do?"

"You want to bully me?"

"We are not afraid of you!"

The workers around picked up stools, screwdrivers, wrenches, hammers and anything else that could be used as a weapon.

Nasturi whispered to his assistant, "Go find Adivalius and ask him to distribute the weapons quietly, and be careful to do it quietly."

Adivalius, a Captain of the Raven Guard after the founding of the army.

"I see!"

The man nodded, slowly backed away and disappeared into the shadows.

"This is slander without any basis. You just can't stand seeing the workers taking a break. You think they should work for you 24 hours a day without a break. You will only be satisfied if they work until they die!"

Corax snapped at the man's words.

Their actions were extremely secretive. Unless a traitor informed the management department, it would be impossible for them to know about their armed uprising today.

"Someone reported that there were weapons hidden in your factory! How are you going to explain this?"

The third person stepped forward and questioned.

"Weapons? It seems that there are some. The workers usually make them for fun. If your management department can manage the public security in Lycaeus better."

Corax continued to argue. "But, according to the information we received, this amount is enough to equip a large company of people, right?"

"No, but I haven't checked it, so I'm not sure. Anyway, the weapon is private, and I made it myself."

"In that case, you should hand over your weapons to the management department, and you can go to work as normal. We will return your weapons to you after get off work."

He stared into Corax's eyes. "Well? How about it? Just hand over the weapons to us first."

“Of course, of course, but I have to check which workers are armed first.

How about this, the three gentlemen come back tomorrow, and we will prepare the weapons and pile them up at the factory gate, waiting for the management to collect them, how about that? "

The grumpy one wasn't buying it at all and poked his finger into Corax's abdomen.

"I think you just want to rebel! This is just an excuse for you to delay time. To be honest with you, the management army will be here soon. If you hand it over now, you can still save your life."

The man looked around arrogantly. In his opinion, these pig-and-dog-like workers could be easily defeated with just a few threats.

"Fuck you!"

Nasturi clenched the wrench in her hand and smashed it hard on his head. The steel wrench easily broke his skull, and the silver-white wrench was stained blood.

"you you.!"

He widened his eyes in disbelief. He never thought until his death that these beasts of burden, which usually allowed them to bully and dared not fight back, would actually dare to kill him.

thump--

The corpse fell to the ground, the thick fat shook the floor and threw a thin layer of dust into the air, and blood flowed all over the floor.

"You! You!"

The other two were shocked by Nasturi's sudden outburst of murder.

The two armed guards reacted quickly and were about to pull the trigger to shoot all the workers present.

But their speed was as slow as a snail crawling on the ground compared to the Emperor's great creations, the Primarchs.

"when!"

The guard looked at Corax in horror as he suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost, unable to believe that such a speed was possible for a human being.

The next second, the world in the eyes of the guards turned upside down, and their heads were taken off by Corax and thrown to the ground casually like balls.

Led by Nasturi, the workers used every tool they could get their hands on to deal with the remaining two managers. Those who failed to grab the tools used their fists and feet to beat them.

Soon, two puddles of flesh that looked like no human appeared on the ground.

Bang-!
Gunshots were heard outside the factory, and the first shots of the armed uprising were fired at the smelter.

Chiaval.

just now.

"What did you say? The exiled people rebelled? And they killed Lycaeus's guards?"

On the golden throne decorated with various gems, the tyrant Kevalit angrily crushed the wine glass in his hand, and he violently slapped the face of the delicate beauty in his arms.

The woman was slapped away by the tyrant and rolled down the red carpet on the stairs, with the artificial white wings on her back in tatters.

"Quick, quick, go to the west palace to ask for the angel!"

The tyrant glared at the herald and shouted, then stared at the servant beside him with a tyrannical look.

"What are you all standing there for? Clean this place up!"

The servants shuddered, and someone immediately carried away the woman whose life or death was unknown, and someone picked up the broken feathers one by one.

moment.

The beautiful figure of Sanguinius slowly walked in from the palace gate, and Kevalier's eyes almost popped out of his head at her beauty.

As the angel's bodyguard, Galen strode behind with a sword in hand.

"Oh wow, holy angel, is the palace comfortable for you? Are there any problems with the servants' service?"

The tyrant's face was full of eagerness, just like a dog.

“Very dedicated.”

The answer was brief. Sanguinius hated the fat pig on the throne. Those lustful eyes disgusted him and he wanted to chop off the pig's head with a sword.

"Your Majesty seems to be troubled?"

Cavalite rubbed his fat palms, and an attentive smile filled his fat cheeks.

He sighed heavily.

"Alas, Lord Angel, I originally planned to renovate the palace where you live to make it more magnificent so that it would be worthy of your noble status.

But I was troubled for a while when the workers thought you were fake and went on strike in protest and killed my guards."

Cavalite compassionately explained how hateful the workers were and how good he had been to them, but they repaid him with violence, and that they were a group of evil people by nature.

But after talking for a long time, Sanguinius still maintained that gentle smile and did not express anything, which made Kevalier very anxious.

It was not until Garen behind him poked the angel's waist that Sanguinius seemed to turn on his computer and looked at the tyrant and said.

"This is too abominable, Emperor. Don't worry, I will punish those fools. They will feel the wrath of the angels and know what the might of heaven is!"

Sanguinius spoke eloquently.

"Oh wow, thank you so much."

Kavalit rubbed his palms and said, "How many troops do you need me to dispatch to cooperate?"

Sanguinius held up five fingers. "Five hundred thousand troops."

The tyrant's face turned red, and he said tremblingly: "Five hundred thousand troops! That's all my troops. This, this, this..."

"That's enough! Emperor Kiavar, are you questioning the angel's words? You're not willing to give up a mere five hundred thousand."

Galen took a step to the left, pointed at the tyrant's nose and scolded him.

“In other wealthy kingdoms, if you want to invite an archangel, you need at least one million mortal soldiers to sing hymns beside you, which is worthy of the status of an archangel.

In consideration of your hard work in these days, I will waive the transfer fee of 500,000 yuan. It would be fine if you are not grateful, but you dare to complain?"

The Primarch's overwhelming presence swept through the palace like a strong wind, blowing the servants toppling over and over.

"I dare not, I dare not, just five hundred thousand! Just five hundred thousand!"

The hurricane in the hall subsided only after the Primarch retracted the energy bursting out of his body. Emperor Kiaval sat up straight with the help of his tilted hat, and looked at the two tall figures leaving the palace. He felt inexplicably dazed.

Welcoming this angel back to the palace doesn't seem like a good thing.
Outside the palace.

"Don't you want to not interfere with Corax's mission? Why did you poke me in the waist and ask me to agree just now?"

Sanguinius gave him a sullen look.

Waving his index finger, Galen slowly said, "According to Maxim's intelligence, Corax is preparing to use nuclear explosives to cleanse Chiaval. I can't bear to part with these complete industrial facilities left over from the past."

"Okay, so what are you going to do with that fat pig's army? Kill them all?"

“Please, you are a noble archangel, please don’t start with the chop, chop, chop, kill, kill, kill, you are almost turning into Russ!”

".So what do you want?"

Garen narrowed his eyes at Sanguinius with ill intent.

"How to charm, isn't it? How to influence believers, isn't that what you are good at?"

"what?"

Oh my god, all the people who put it up ran away T_T
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(End of this chapter)