Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 7 Death and Reincarnation

Silas was caught up anyway.

He drew his sword to block the sharp fangs that were biting towards his body, and the friction between the blade and the sharp teeth produced a series of sparks.

But the physical strength of this Komodo dragon-like alien was too strong, and Silas was knocked flying, breaking two thick trees before he stopped.

Silas was trembling all over and his teeth were chattering. Even though three of his ribs were broken, he gritted his teeth and climbed up, staring at the beast with fierce eyes, wishing he could smash it to pieces.

The reason he was so angry was that the damned beast still had a piece of Hermione's clothing lodged between its teeth.

Thinking of this, Silas felt an uncontrollable fire burning in his chest. It was anger, hatred, and desire.

He would tear the beast to pieces in the most cruel way possible, letting it die slowly while howling in pain.

"Roar--"

The alien rushed over with its bloody mouth wide open.

"Come on! I'm going to kill you, you beast!"

Silas roared, his eyes as ferocious as a lone wolf.

The moment the curled blade collided with the tough skin of the giant lizard, a faint blood-red psychic field covered the surface of the sword. The tough flesh that could withstand grenade bombardment was easily cut by this broken sword, as smoothly as a hot knife cutting butter.

puff--!
Scarlet, smelly blood spurted out from the cut internal organs, and Silas was completely covered in blood.

He chopped the alien's body like a madman, again and again, until it became a pile of minced meat like Hermione.

He came back to his senses from his shock and stared blankly at the curled sword blade, wondering in his heart, did I do this?

He was a little dazed. He just felt that he was extremely angry just now, and then it seemed that something was opened up, and it seemed that a voice broke into his head and said something.

Suddenly, pursuers arrived, and a slightly smaller but equally ferocious alien pounced on him.

He was about to fight with the beast when dense fire passed by his ears and ammunition rained down into the alien's open mouth. In just a few seconds, the beast was roasted from the inside.

"Cover! Cover!"

A familiar voice came from behind, and Sergeant Grant arrived with the remaining two soldiers.

"Answer me soldier, where is Hermione!"

Grant pulled Silas up with his strong arms, put his arms on his shoulders, and helped Silas retreat while shooting.

"She's dead. I saw with my own eyes that she was torn to pieces by those beasts." Silas muttered like a madman. The sound of flesh and bones being ground seemed to still be in his ears, like some kind of curse following him.

"Mad! Shit!"

Grant threw a plasma grenade and repelled the alien that was attacking him.

Hermione Vandal, you still owe me a duel.
Sergeant Grant let out a sigh. He had no time to grieve for his fallen comrades. He had a more important mission.

Bring back the damned information and the remaining three brothers alive.

The joining of the human psychic made the battle situation worse, and Silas didn't remember how he escaped from the encirclement.

In his vague and fragmentary memory, Sergeant Grant slapped him in the face and then pushed him away roughly.

"Run! Run the fuck away!"

Then he rushed towards the aliens without hesitation. The howitzer that required two people to use became a machine gun in his hands. He ran and shot while holding the document bag. Finally, his figure disappeared into the depths of the jungle with a large number of aliens and the human psychic.

Tired, so tired
I really want to stop and rest.

No, I don't want to. Sergeant Grant told me to run. Sister Hermione told me to run.

Silas didn't know how long he had been running or how he had crossed the long front line and returned to the safe zone.

It seemed as if there was always a voice in his head, and he had endless power in his body.

Who was that? Could it be the voice of the Lord of Mankind as the Legion Commander had told them?
Perhaps I am a lucky person blessed by the Emperor.

His eyelids felt so heavy that he felt like he was going to collapse.
[Khorne: Surprise or not, unexpected or not! ]

When Garen picked up Silas, he was almost dying and was hanging on to his life.

The Primarch had not expected that this psyker, whom he had never liked very much, would be so strong and brave.

A big part of the reason he disliked Silas was because of his name.

But now, he has a different opinion of this man. He thinks he is a promising talent and may be able to serve as the backbone of a company in the legion in the future.

Galen led the fearless pioneers and swept along the route on the defense map, and soon arrived at the forest where Sergeant Grant and two other soldiers disappeared.

The sky was overcast.

A gray fog shrouded the jungle.

With his excellent eyesight, the Primarch saw a black shadow standing in the distance. Although it was a little blurry, the man with that unique hairstyle could only belong to Grant.

"Grant, my warrior, you are safe."

Garen opened his arms and walked towards the shadow, but strangely, Grant in the distance did not move and still stood there like a piece of wood.

Garen's heart sank and he had a bad feeling.

"Grant? Grant? Where are the others?"

He slowly approached, and when the thick fog finally stopped blocking his vision, he could finally see Grant's figure clearly.

It was a head with its facial muscles bitten and broken, stuck on a wooden stick, standing alone in the empty wilderness.

The air fell into a suffocating silence, with the sounds of clenched fists, the sound of teeth grinding, and low, suppressed roars. Everyone was angry.

Garen said nothing, collected the brave warrior's head expressionlessly, and continued walking towards the camp.

Shooter Odd. Doctor Troga.
In the center of the final camp was the remains of Miss Hermione's arm, pierced by a wooden stick.

Her entire body was eaten by the beasts, leaving only this broken arm.

Garen stared at Baron Nash's stronghold, which was clearly marked in red letters on the defense map.

He understood that this was a trap, a provocation, and an invitation to a decisive battle.

He brought the bodies of the warriors back to the camp for burial.

There are six new crosses in the cemetery, and the cool smell of the soil is slightly pungent.

Galen stood next to a wooden cross tombstone, with Jarvan and Maxime standing nearby, and Silas knelt in front of Hermione's tombstone and sobbed.

The fearless pioneers believe in the reincarnation of spirit and will, and these crosses will soon disappear in the microbial corrosion of the jungle.

When the last corpse of the cross disappears from this beloved land, their souls will return to Demacia, and their will and spirit will be inherited by the next generation.

"Why her?" Silas looked at Galen, hoping for an answer.

【small theater】

Emperor: Hey, hey, hey, little rascal, I want to discuss something with you. My brain has been rigid for the past ten thousand years. I am ready to come to you, my brother. Can you give me some advice and plan my future?

Magnus: Hello, hello? Father? Tzeentch isn't home today.

Emperor: Oh, oh, it's Pony? How's life going with Tzeentch?
Magnus: Oh, oh, I've found a way to save you, Dad.

Emperor: Hmm? What's the solution?
Magnus: As long as I complete four challenges, drink Nurgle's plague soup, walk out of Tzeentch's labyrinth, cry Slaanesh, and break one of Khorne's legs, you will be saved.

Magnus: Hello, hello?

The Emperor hung up the phone with a bang. It was too perverted. Tzeentch, that bastard, had twisted my beloved pony beyond recognition.

(End of this chapter)