Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 35 What Did the Emperor Put in?

The Dreadnought.

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"It's simple, a psychic short circuit."

Garen pointed at a piece of intact dragon skin that had been peeled off from a dragon. The black and gold dragon scales were neatly arranged in some mysterious sequence. His broad palm brushed across the surface of the dragon scales, and the light blue psychic lines gradually brightened like breathing.

"The outermost layer of Nidhogg's solid dragon scales is like the most sophisticated electronic circuit board. But if one scale is damaged, coupled with excessive use of psychic energy, it will cause a short circuit."

The wolf king took the dragon skin and examined it carefully. He said, "From your description, this thing doesn't look like a creature born of nature. It looks more like some kind of man-made technological product."

"Could it be a biological weapon created by humans in the Golden Age?"

"Who knows? Perhaps it was created from an ancient time. The universe is vast, the starry sky is endless, and there are countless secrets hidden underneath waiting for humans to discover."

Galen waved his hand with an indifferent expression.

Fenris.

just now.

The huge dragon corpse weighing tens of millions of tons was tied tightly with cables as thick as a mountain range and hung like a toy under the Dreadnought's Class A. The fierce hurricane blew the dragon corpse on the ground, causing it to swing like a hammer, forcing the Dreadnought to slow down.

The first to capture the Dreadnought's cruising track were the wolves in the Watch Hall, which is the combat center of the Wolf Fang Fort, used for intelligent defensive operations.

"Attention outposts, the Dreadnaught has returned, and my Lord is coming back soon."

"Outpost received, Outpost received."

The Gate of Blood, Fire and Sunrise, the entrance and exit of the Fang, is huge and heavily guarded. Standing on it, you can overlook the barren ice plains of Fenris - making it almost impossible to launch a sneak attack from here.

The wolf pack guarding here simultaneously captured the trajectory of the Dreadnought, and the huge dragon corpse was unusually conspicuous.

"Lower the sling and throw the dragon's corpse onto the ice field."

Garen commanded the Fearless Vanguards to operate the sling. Even though the Wolf Fang Fort was large enough, there was not enough space to fit this kilometer-long behemoth.

The sling slowly tightened, creating sparks as it rubbed against the dragon's solid scales.

With a huge shock, the dragon corpse smashed into the thick ice layer, and the flying broken ice was like razors, forcing the Space Wolves who came to avoid it.

“Oh my god, this is really huge.”

"As expected of my Lord and his holy Primarch brothers. Only they can hunt down such a terrifying beast."

The Space Wolves whispered to each other, praising the greatness of the two Primarchs and singing the praises of their brotherhood, which was as solid as the ten thousand year old ice of Asaheim.

The Space Wolves originally liked their brotherhood, the Dauntless Vanguard, because they were really good at fighting and had personalities that matched theirs. Most importantly, they did not dislike their rudeness and barbarity because they were more aggressive.

Now, the myth written by the two Primarchs together, the Twin Dragon Slayers, made them love this Primarch who was close to their Wolf King even more.

Tap tap tap.
Heavy footsteps were heard above the ice, mixed with the crisp sound of ice chips breaking, and finally the footsteps stopped in front of the wolf pack.

In the gray snow, the outlines of two tall figures were blurred. They were taller than ordinary Space Marines. One of them held a sword and the other carried a huge axe, just like the gods of war in mythology.

"My Lord."

The wolves knelt on one knee to welcome the return of their king.

"My descendants, cut off the most precious dragon horns and send them to Forge Mountain."

"Yes!"

The wolves wielded chainswords and power swords, charging at the dragon corpse on the snow like real foraging wolves.

Because Nidhogg was so huge, the wolves even brought out a Titan to cut and transport the dragon horns.

This task alone took the wolf pack a week. Nidhogg's dragon horns were so hard that many Space Wolves' chainswords were broken by them.

boom--!
A dragon horn that was as tall as two Primarchs was thrown in front of Hall. The legendary rune blacksmith was caressing his lover's shoulders, almost drooling. "Master, wipe your saliva, it's time to start working."

Galen teased.

"Sorry sorry."

Hall wiped the non-existent saliva and returned to his usual calm demeanor.

"The quality of the materials produced by Nidhogg is better than I expected. Give me some time, and I can make you a powerful rune weapon."

"is it?"

Garen glanced at the wolf king beside him and saw him nod slightly, so he stated his purpose.

"Master Hall, can I watch and learn while you cast?"

Hearing this, Hall's brows furrowed for the first time in a long time. Passing on his skills to an outsider?
"What do you think, Ruth?"

Hall did not make a promise easily, but turned to look at the wolf king who was doing nothing next to him.

"He is my trusted brother. From my perspective, I hope his wish can be fulfilled."

The Wolf King's deep voice echoed in Forge Mountain.

"Since Ruth has no objection, you can learn and watch from the side. I will teach you everything you want to know."

Hall stared into Galen's eyes and then changed the subject.

"But you must make a promise not to pass on my knowledge to others privately."

"I promise, Master Hall. I swear on the life of my brother Leman Russ."

Galen raised four fingers in a promise to the great Emperor.

At the same time, he was somewhat surprised. He did not expect that Howl would agree so easily. Aren't dwarves stubborn? Wouldn't they rather take knowledge to the grave than share it?
He glanced at Ruth beside him and cursed in his heart: Damn it, is this the value of being the child of destiny?

"You bastard, why did you swear on my life? What does all this have to do with me!"

The wolf king grabbed Garen by the collar and questioned.

"What's yours is mine, my good brother. Don't be so formal. Next time, you can swear on my life."

Galen said with a solemn oath.

What I was thinking was, just use mine. Having too much health is a troublesome thing. Others can't hit me as fast as my passive health recovery.

Use it, feel free to use it. It doesn’t matter if you use it to swear on the evil god, because I have too much health points.

I estimate that my health now is 40,000. I alone am equal to four primarchs. What is the front row?
For the next few months, Garen settled directly in Forge Mountain.

He sent Maxim away and asked him to drive the Dreadnought back to Demacia, accompanied by Bjorn, the Wolf King's right-hand man.

He planned to open a route between the Hazy Star Region and the Denor Galaxy, so that the two worlds could complement each other's resources and make progress together, and further strengthen the good brotherly relationship between the two legions.

The Forbidden Magic Stone, a specialty of Demacia, and the Arctic Ocean Behemoth, a specialty of Fenrir, are both rare and valuable items.

However, something strange happened.

It was the fifth month that Galen was studying rune technology with Hall, and a lot of Warp knowledge suddenly popped up in his head.

"Emperor, what on earth did you put into my head?"

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(End of this chapter)