Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 44 Mobile Fountain Garen
HP: 42101↓↓
The moment the bright yellow bomb came into contact with the original body, there was a violent explosion. Thick smoke enveloped him completely, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

Boom, boom, boom.
It was obvious that the greenskins did not want to let him go easily. Bullets were fired from the double-ended barrels, and they went straight into the smoke regardless of whether the Primarch could be seen or not.

Violent explosions continued, new smoke quickly swallowed up the old smoke, and the whole street echoed with the endless explosions.

"Waaagh! Big guys are dumb and not smart!"

This greenskin was obviously larger than the other greenskins around him. All the orc troops on the ground in Valengrad were killed, and it was natural that this greenskin, as the most capable fighter, became the new greenskin boss.

It danced with the gun in hand because it had never seen such a fool. Even the dumbest and weakest fart spirit would not stand there and get shot.

This kind of battle is not Waaagh at all. As the most belligerent clan among the greenskins, the new greenskin boss decided to find a more Waaagh fight.

As the other guys were shouting their awesomeness, the greenskin boss whistled and shouted "Waaagh!", and was surrounded by the greenskin guys as he walked out.

The boys were firing wildly into the air and yelling in chaos.

"Waaag huh?"

The whistle in his mouth stopped abruptly, and he touched the half-broken fang in the green skin and slowly turned around.

Only the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard slowly coming from the smoke, and the original master came out holding the thin little girl.

Half of the Primarch's face was blown to pieces by the explosive bomb, and the white bones were visible to the naked eye.

In the eroded flesh, pink granulations grew out like wriggling tentacles, filling in the missing flesh on the face at an astonishing speed.

Passive: Tenacity

Garen regenerates 5% of his maximum health every 2 seconds, provided he has not taken damage or been hit by an enemy spell in the previous 8 seconds. Damage from minions and non-epic monsters does not interrupt this regeneration.

The greenskin boss began to get excited. This high emotion made the "Waaagh!" energy in his body surge a lot. He raised a big axe and prepared to chop the big guy in front of him, who was slightly stronger than the fart monster, into fart monster sauce.

The Primarch stood still, drawing the ornate blade from his waist with one hand.

Riven was originally curled up in the arms of the Primarch, with her big blue eyes never leaving the tough face with a resolute look. For the young child, this man with a tall and glorious body who saved her from the sea of ​​suffering has become an important and secure existence as important as her father.

When the magnificent blade of the Fallen Dragon's Sacrifice was drawn out of its scabbard, Revan's eyes full of admiration were drawn away from the Primarch's face.

Her mouth opened into an "O" shape out of shock and surprise. The shocking feeling of this gorgeous sword was only comparable to the magnificent legendary myth stories her father told her for the first time when she was much younger.

The image of the Primarch continued to rise in Raven's mind. She even thought that the man holding her must be the God-King who lived in the sky in the story.

This is the weapon of the Holy God - the Blade of the God King.

Garen naturally didn't know that his new weapon had just appeared and he had collected a Fanatic for him.

What kind of misfortune will this little girl, a crazy self-attacking fanatic and the chosen one of Slaanesh, bring to Garen?

At this moment, Garen only had the green-skinned boss in his mind.

The greenskin's grenade launcher was quite powerful. He was badly injured, with half of his face covered in blood and bones visible.

The Primarch hurriedly swung his sword twice to trigger Fentian's passive ability to recover health and heal injuries.

If you don't hurry up, your health will be full, bastard!!!

The greenskin boss yelled and rushed over, chopping at the primarch's head with his huge sword.

At just the first clash of swords, the greenskin boss's mighty blows were cut off by the Blade of the God-King, and the blade's remaining power left a large gash in its chest.

"That's not fair, your chop is bigger than mine!"

The greenskin boss protested the injustice, and then he was surprised to find that the big man in front of him was split in half from top to bottom.

Not only the big man, but also the ruined streets, the burning fire, and the cloudy sky were all cut in half by an unknown force.

When it saw that there was nothing on its neck, it realized that its head had been chopped in half by the big guy's weapon. This was not "Waaagh!" at all.

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Garen frowned, not very satisfied with the amount of blood recovery. When the blood volume was higher, Fentian's passive attack was not as fast as the passive blood recovery.

However, what he will face in the future is a battlefield full of artillery fire, which is ten times more cruel than a meat grinder, and his blood volume cannot always be healthy.

Fentian's passive blood recovery attack is more effective the lower the blood volume.

It is worth noting that the amount of blood restored also has a 140% basic attack power bonus. But this value is obviously wrong, because the attack power of the sword in hand is very high.

"My own equipment is not counted towards the basic attack power?"

The Primarch was displeased, as he had forged this weapon with the expectation of being able to restore health with one blow when the opponent was left with low health.

After easily dealing with the remaining few orc boys, Jarvan happened to lead his team here for search.

"What's that in your arms? It looks a bit like Lux, both have a pair of beautiful blue eyes."

"A surviving mortal cub."

The Primarch wanted to hand Revan over to the care of his guards, but the little girl clung to his arm like a sloth and refused to let go.

"What should we do? We are at war and have no time to take care of children."

"Leave it to the mortal army to take care of. Ask them to allocate some manpower to take in and look after the war orphans. Such situations are inevitable in the next battle."

"No! Please don't leave me, I want to follow you, I can wash clothes and cook, I can do everything, I want to be a god warrior like them!"

The Primarch stroked the girl’s head and said, “First of all, I am not a god.

Second, only the strongest mortals can pass the test to become a Space Marine.

You are too thin, my forearm alone is thicker than your entire body combined."

Then, Galen projected a picture of a female imperial soldier for her to see.

The female warrior in the picture is wearing a sports vest. She has a tall and strong posture, strong muscles, and is holding two large dumbbells. Her twelve abdominal muscles are full of explosive power.

"See? Only a warrior this strong can become a Space Marine. Wait until your muscles become as strong as hers."

If it were any other story, the man would definitely take this pretty girl in and play a nurturing game with her.

But he is Sigma Galen, and this is the Warhammer universe. Skinny guys are not qualified to follow him. The path he wants to take is too cruel for these weak mortals.

Raven struggled to jump out of the Primarch's arms, and shouted with a serious face: "I will definitely become stronger!"

Galen was stunned for a moment.

so similar.

The expression is too similar to Lux, except for the long white hair.

The Primarch's heart softened. He squatted down and stretched out his little finger, saying, "When you become stronger, I will personally give you armor. Let's make a promise."

"must!"

I'll put a [female character] here, because the later plot requires an evil god spy. Her identity is not important. I'll see everyone's feedback. If the feedback is not good, I won't put a female canned character.

In fact, it doesn’t make much difference whether I do it or not, because I will kill her in the end.

Except for the main characters in Warhammer, there is a high probability that any other characters I have given names will be killed by me.

My writing style prefers to kill supporting characters. My goal is to kill supporting characters when my ability to portray supporting characters becomes stronger, so as to satisfy the author's perverted hobby.

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(End of this chapter)