Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 60 The Emperor and Lux
The harsh sparks from the welding torch, coupled with the noise-isolating earplugs in his ears, prevented Sanguinius' voice from reaching Garen's ears at all.

He put down the plate in his hand and walked behind Garen. In the dazzling light, there was a bolter that had been modified to be one size larger. It was the Wolf King's Spurner.

Russ's favorite Spurned had been kidnapped for more than half a year. In order to apologize to his brother, Galen upgraded the Spurned with the latest Necron technology he had learned.

It’s definitely not that I don’t have a good bolter, so I’m using Russ’s gun for experiments!
The light in the room gradually dimmed, and the noisy welding sounds slowly subsided. Garen took off the welder's mask that protected his face, revealing his resolute face.

Although the sparks from welding couldn't even interrupt the passive health recovery effect of [Perseverance], he didn't have the masochistic tendency to burn his face into a hornet's nest.

Besides, the face full of pits and densely packed black holes can scare people with claustrophobia to death, and it is more disgusting than Slaanesh's sexual fetish.

"Look at my masterpiece. I transformed Russ's composite bolter into a double-linked heavy artillery. It is charged by a power backpack and can fire powerful Gauss beams.

The external attachments under the barrel can also fire other bullets such as explosive shells. "

Picking up the still-warm Spurner, Garen placed his index finger on the trigger and aimed it at his left palm.

Nourishes—

A dark green spiral beam burst out from the focuser, peeling off the outermost layer of skin on the palm first, and then tearing the skin layer by layer, accompanied by the stench of burnt flesh and blood being burned by the high-energy beam.

In the blink of an eye, only a white skeleton was left in his palm, with charred black and dark green smoke lingering out.

"You don't feel pain?"

Sanguinius grabbed Galen's wrist and held the bony palm in front of his eyes for careful observation. After a brief eight seconds, tiny pale pink granulations gradually covered the entire palm from the flesh and blood at the wrist like wriggling earthworms.

"It was the same thing last time in the tomb. Your entire arm was broken, but you didn't even frown."

He suspected that Galen had performed some emotional stripping surgery on his body, and happened to witness his crazy side of scientific experiments during this period. He was simply a freak of wit.

Look at that crazy guy Xerath, he has turned himself into a ball of pure energy.

With such a good example before him, Sanguinius felt that his guess was very likely.

“No, no, no, I just trained my body to the extreme. All 639 muscles in my body are under my control. You can think of them as small Galens with consciousness.

When there is a major trauma, the muscles in my hand, for example, react within a Planck-scale time interval, severing the communication link with the pain centers in the brain.”

Within a few words, the muscles of the left palm have fully grown, the only drawback is the color difference.

The newly grown muscle skin is as white as a newborn baby's, forming a sharp contrast with the rough bronze skin of the forearm.

Sanguinius shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was just about to remind Garen to eat when a red light flashed on the arm armor of the Iron Heart armor hanging on the wall and a beeping alarm sounded.

"what happened?"

"Connected to the prompt sent by the same frequency signal."

The same-frequency signal refers to the signal of communication equipment within the imperial army. This means of communication can only be used in a small range.

If the requirement is for interstellar communication, it will be completed by relying on the astropaths modified by the Emperor.

"Your offspring came to see you?"

Sensing the arrival of his brother's offspring, Sanguinius' eyes sparkled with a bright light, and his voice became several tones higher. He was looking forward to his first meeting with the Fearless Vanguard.

He hoped to learn how to get along with future offspring from Garen's interactions with his offspring. The doting archangel has always been very concerned about this matter.

"Not necessarily. I was randomly teleported away by the greenskin technology. They should not have the means to locate me across the star sea."

Shaking off the metal debris stuck to his clothes, Garen put on his power armor as quickly as possible, picked up the Fallen Dragon's Sacrifice hanging on the wall, and walked out of the room. "Let's go and see who's here."

"meal"

The tall figure disappeared at the end of the corridor. Sanguinius had a complicated expression, and his black and white eyes moved quickly between the corridor and the dinner plates.

After a brief hesitation, the angel sister picked up the plate and chased after Garen.

In the world of yellow sand, the scorching sun releases extremely high temperatures, burning everything within sight into a blur and distortion.

Sanguinius had never seen a spacecraft before, only fragmentary impressions of those that had intruded upon his visions.

The ship in front of us was parked on the desert plain, its golden armor scorched by the sun, somehow reminding people of a predator like a vulture.

It was a thing of power and efficiency, blunt and brutal. It was fire, not any kind of grace, that made it fly.

The aircraft gripped the radioactive wasteland with its huge metal claws, and many figures gathered around its feet. The armor these men and women wore was the same golden color as the aircraft, and their bodies showed the meticulous craftsmanship.

My father's guards, Sanguinius thought. So a man like my father would need guards.

"my son."

Somehow, a golden figure spoke quietly.

Behind these words, he could strongly sense a suppressed power. This golden man - if he could be called a man - seemed to be trying his best to suppress himself, or to control the power in his body.

But… there is more to it than that. My son is a homophone for my weapon, a homophone for the number “ninth”, and a homophone for… many other concepts that Sanguinius cannot yet parse from the core meaning of the other person’s words.

His mind was in a mess, and Sanguinius felt as if countless voices were whispering in his head. It was a terrible feeling.

Just as he fell into depression and isolation, a deep voice like thunder swept away the countless messy thoughts in his mind.

"Lux!"

Galen cried out in surprise.

Under the gorgeous red cloak and behind the power claws carefully crafted by the Emperor, there is a petite figure with golden hair and beautiful blue eyes.

It was Lux who I hadn’t seen for several years!

In fact, Lux was already an eleven-year-old child. Under the careful care of the surviving servants of the Crown Guard family, the little girl grew up to be very tall, only for a mortal.

Facing the majestic emperor, Lux was still as small as a baby.

"Brother! I missed you so much!"

Lux shook off the Emperor's big hand on her little head and flew into Garen's arms.

The Primarch caressed his sister's small head lovingly, then looked at the Emperor with a questioning look.

How did Lux ​​end up playing with Old Man Huang?

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If only I could become an Astartes.

Bao Huajuan can use the most agile thinking and excellent writing style comparable to that of great writers, and he can write for everyone without eating, drinking, resting or sleeping.

Two hundred thousand every day, fill the sack with money! ! ! !
A book of 2 million words in ten days, what a terrifying coding machine!

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(End of this chapter)