Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 9 The Emperor is Coming
Jarvan leaped down from the top of the Wolf Spider Heavy Cannon, and the power spear in his hand plunged deep into the surface. In an instant, the majestic psychic power spread along the spider-web-like cracks to the depths of the earth's crust.

Rumble.
Four giant rock hands with hot magma flowing in them grabbed the tail that was wreaking havoc in the back row and easily tore the tough dragon tail apart like pulling out marshmallows.

The aliens noticed how difficult this man was and swarmed towards him, hoping to use their numbers to wear him down to death.

The bloody battlefield was littered with broken limbs, grotesque alien heads, and the torn hands and feet of fearless pioneers. The sticky blood soaked the soil, making the ground as slippery as a swamp.

Garen led his elite guards and tore a hole in the dense alien torrent, like a sharp knife piercing straight into Baron Nash's lair.

The alien torrent showed extraordinary intelligence, using short, rapid attacks to continuously widen the distance between the Primarch and his elite guards.

When the Primarch came to his senses from the bloody massacre, he and his elite guards had been separated by a thick wall formed by the aliens.

"Get closer to the legion commander and kill him!"

The loyal captain of the guards Maxim commanded his brothers to approach the lonely legion commander. Surrounding the legion commander, Maxim's only creed was to protect his safety to the death.

He swung his chainsword in a rage, slicing through the aliens that got in his way, but every time he killed one, another would immediately jump out to block his path.

The loyal captain of the guards could only watch the Primarch being drowned by the alien torrent. He continued to swing his chainsaw sword, trying to vent his pain and anger on these damned beasts.

Garen rushed into the canyon alone. The aliens seemed to ignore him and never even looked at him even when he chopped them in half with his sword.

He understood in his heart that this was an invitation letter. Baron Nash invited him to enter the canyon and fight him alone.

This is the simplest and most efficient way to divide this protracted war.

The alien torrents became increasingly sparse, and he walked step by step into the depths of the canyon with his broadsword in hand. Finally, he saw the target of his journey, the alien lord Baron Nash, in front of the magnificent castle at the innermost part.

"I have heard many legends about you, the immortal warrior, the most powerful legion commander in history. I wonder if you are as evil as the rumors outside say."

Baron Nash's huge body slowly turned around, and the ground trembled with every step of his huge feet.

Its body was extremely huge, like a mountain of steel and flesh. Even the original body standing in front of it looked as small as a child, barely reaching its waist.

"You shouldn't have done that. You humiliated my brave warrior. Death would become a luxury for you."

Garen didn't say much, he raised his broadsword and rushed towards Baron Nash.

An explosion-like sound of breaking through the air was heard, which was an air explosion caused by extreme speed.

The violent gale hit Baron Nash's face, causing him to narrow his eyes slightly. At the same time, he took out a huge sword from behind.

The hilt of the sword is inlaid with a gem-like object that emits a soft light blue.

"clang--!"

Garen's tentative first attack was easily blocked by Baron Nash. Sparkling sparks burst out from the collision of the two swords, illuminating the raging anger in Garen's cold eyes.

"strong enough!"

Baron Nash laughed wildly, turned his wrist, and swung his sword upwards with all his might, even cracking the hard rock under his feet.

rub--!
The friction between the sword blades produced a series of dazzling sparks, and Garen was thrown back by the force.

Baron Nash took advantage of the moment when he was exhausted and connected his psychic power with the gem on the hilt of the sword. The gem suddenly beat like a heartbeat, and then the bright sword was covered with a faint golden light.

"Deadly Blow!"

This strike was so fast that it seemed to eliminate the kinetic energy carried by the upward sword in an instant. The whole set of movements was so smooth that there was no aftersway at all.

Garen had no way to avoid it, so he pressed the sword upwards to block it.

boom--!
The terrifying force like a mountain came, and the hard rock under Garen's feet quickly twisted and deformed, and finally burst open, rolling and surging like waves, blasting out a circular pit. Garen only felt a tearing pain in his tiger's mouth, and he realized that something was wrong. This was not the strength that an alien lord could possess.

Moreover, his vague connection with the subspace was completely severed by the previous blow.

The essence of the Primarchs is the Great Daemon of the Warp. They can use the power of the Warp. Sensitive Primarchs can sense that connection. After training and recognizing their own essence, or unlocking their own Warp essence, their strength and ability can be terribly enhanced.

This is different from the fallen primarch ascending to demonhood.

To ascend to a demon is to surrender to the evil gods of the Warp, and to ascend to a demon primarch is to become a slave to the evil gods.

The essence of liberating the subspace is one's own power, which cannot be compared with the magic upgrade in terms of both upper limit and freedom.

This guy Baron Nash possesses some special power that can demonstrate the ability to sever the connection between living things and the Warp, just like the Warp Shadow of the Great Devourer.

wrong!

Garen keenly realized that it was not the power of this alien lord, the source of that power was the gem inlaid on the sword in its hand.

A smile appeared on Garen's face. He was planning to upgrade his weapons and equipment after Old Man Huang came.

Look, when you feel sleepy, someone sends you a pillow. And when you need to strengthen your weapons, someone kind-heartedly sends you the materials.

A fatal blow, right?

It’s not a normal match for me!
Garen licked his tongue unconsciously, greed in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Baron Nash was immediately furious. He could naturally understand what Garen's greedy eyes meant. He was eyeing his precious greatsword.

motherfucker.

This sword has been with it for centuries and is a companion closer to it than its wife. But now it is being molested by another male with a despicable gaze.

The Minotaur can tolerate it, but the pure love warrior can't tolerate it at all!

"Go to hell, bastard!"

Baron Nash made a fake slash with his sword, and at the same time, strange dark purple spiritual energy waves gathered in his mouth.

Dark purple energy sprayed like a viscous liquid. Garen's face tightened. He mobilized all his strength to concentrate on his legs and jumped back suddenly.

Nourishes—

The deep pit where he was originally standing was burned into a huge bottomless hole.

Emperor Fantasy.

just now.

"My Lord, our advance team has discovered a planet that the locals call Demacia."

"The advance team discovered that there is a man on this planet whose reputation is almost legendary. He is most likely one of your descendants. Only the Primarch has such extraordinary power."

The emperor's glorious and majestic figure slowly stood up, his deep eyes making it hard to tell what this man was thinking.

"Hovering above low-Earth orbit."

He issued the order.

(End of this chapter)