Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 55 Brother, your blood smells so good
Sanguinius sat on the cold black bricks, his hands crossed over his swollen head, his shoulders trembling pitifully.

The Primarch never suffered any setbacks in his life. When he was three years old, he killed a giant fire scorpion with his bare hands, and he never showed fear of the beast's attacks.

When a group of roaming mutants raided the tribe, Sanguinius killed them all single-handedly, even though they numbered over a hundred.

In the war against the filthy mutants, Sanguinius used perfect, god-given leadership and complete mastery of combat techniques to drive back the evil that sought to engulf the true people of the moon of Baal through war.

The weapons and equipment that the mutants picked up from the ruins could not keep up with the incredible speed of the original body, and the bullets that hit the target by chance would also bow down when facing the perfect body.

This was the first time I felt severe physical pain.

"Sanguinius, are you alright? Your body is shaking."

"It doesn't matter, because this is an agreement with you. Compared to the pain of a broken arm, a bump on the head is nothing!"

Garen lifted Sanguinius' chin with his gauntleted right hand. He pursed his lips and trembled violently, and crystal tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Just like Sister Grace, she was beaten and cried.

It's so fragile.

"Okay Sanguinius, I'll tell you something that will make you happy."

"what?"

Galen narrowed his eyes and showed a sly smile, holding a funny photo of a broken face in his hand.

"Sanguinius, you don't want such embarrassing photos to be seen by your future descendants, right?"

Sanguinius wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand and muttered, "What do you want?"

“It’s simple. When a certain important node comes, I hope to have your support.

Otherwise, I think the Blood Angels would be happy to collect my father's beautiful photos."

Galen waved the photo in his hand.

Sanguinius' pupils suddenly contracted.

"Although I have not yet met my descendants, I am eager to leave a positive impression on them. A Primarch who is beaten and crying will definitely be despised by them."

After saying this, he returned to his usual friendly facial expression.

“Although I don’t understand why, you seem to like me talking to you like this very much.

Although we have only known each other for a short time, I think you are a very reliable person and you would never do something like spreading such photos."

".I thought you would be more fragile, like a little girl who was threatened."

Galen helplessly crumpled the photo into pieces.

"Also, your acting was really bad when you said your last sentence, and your tone was really teay."

Sanguinius didn't care. He covered his head and stood up: "My promise to you still stands."

The delicate nostrils twitched, and a tempting scent lingered.

He moved his eyes in the direction of the sweet scent, and his sight stopped at Garen's broken arm, which was still bleeding.

Before, due to the dangerous and tense atmosphere, he did not notice the temptation. Now that he had calmed down, the temptation impacted his rationality tenfold or a hundredfold.

An ardent desire, an intense thirst for blood, was like a bloodthirsty beast breaking out from the cage of desire in the deepest part of the heart.

Sanguinius stared at a drop of blood that was as clear and tempting as a ruby, and swallowed subconsciously.

Bro, you smell so good!

The blood thirst has set in. A hereditary mental illness caused by a genetic defect that makes people extremely violent and extremely hungry for blood.

Even the Primarch himself could not get rid of this genetic disease, but Sanguinius was able to use his tenacious mental will to make the symptoms of blood thirst less obvious.

Galen's blood, rich in vitality and with the properties of heart steel, aroused Sanguinius's desire in his heart. He longed to lick the tempting red nectar, even if it was just a drop.

Sanguinius exerted his powerful mental strength, and as he recalled the works of art, a sense of calm gradually came over him.

He turned around and didn't dare look at Galen again, for he was afraid that his secret would be discovered.

"Is it the blood thirst that's acting up?"

Garen stared at Sanguinius's back, lost in thought.

Considering that the passive attack of Heart Steel has a strange "brainwashing" effect on people, he suspected that his blood volume specialized by Heart Steel has some unknown effect on angels.

At the moment, it seems to be able to induce their blood thirst.

I just wonder what would happen if Sanguinius took a sip?
Garen was about to ask Sanguinius if he wanted to drink some of his life essence, but Sanguinius took the initiative to change the subject.

"The shelling has stopped. Let's go in and take a look. Although the hope is slim, I at least want to bring back their bodies."

His voice was a little strange, like a girl who was secretly playing with a toy and was suppressing some strong emotions while talking to others.

A playful smile appeared on Garen's face, he held back his words and followed Sanguinius's pace.

Intentionally or unintentionally, an arm with blood stains approached Sanguinius. His expression of repressed endurance was very interesting.

The hall behind the gate was even more magnificent and vast, but also even more eerie. Densely packed steel coffins stood on both sides of the road, with black curtains hanging on them. The cold wind from the tombs fluttered in the wind, making one's scalp tingle.

"What a weird tomb. Are there corpses of living people buried in it?"

The eerie scene calmed Sanguinius's blood thirst a little. He hugged his arms, and goose bumps appeared on the delicate skin under the armor.

"You are the Emperor's great creation, you are not afraid of ghosts, right?"

Galen suddenly came over.

"How could that be! I just felt very strange and was afraid of danger. You just had an arm broken."

"I can tell you for sure that there are space zombies buried inside, the kind that eat people. If you let them out, your people of Baal will be in big trouble."

Galen just wanted to watch the fun and make alarmist remarks.

"So what should we do? How can we eliminate them?"

"Destroy? No, no, no. They are extremely valuable research materials. I will wait for the Emperor to come to Baal and help transport these coffins back to Demacia."

Galen was reluctant to destroy these treasures as he was quite envious of the Necrons' technology.

What he wanted most was the Necrons' space travel technology.

One is the Tombstone Gate:
A Tombstone Gate is a special structure that can open a gap in the Webway, and serves as a means of faster-than-light travel for the Necrons.

It is described as an inverted tetrahedron formed by a circle of ancient steel, glowing with energy.

As a "webway breaching device", breaching the webway will cause significant damage to the Tombstone Gate itself. Once the Tombstone Gate is severely damaged, it may allow hostile subspace entities to take advantage of the situation and enter. This is one of its shortcomings.

But no matter how bad it is, it is better than the current subspace navigation technology.

If we can dig out this tombstone gate and present it to the Emperor, the research capabilities of the Emperor and the Oil Men may be able to complete the Webway Project faster, and humanity can get rid of its dependence on the Warp.

(End of this chapter)