Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 65: The Crow King's Workers' Uprising

"If Shadow could love me as much as he loves Corax, what a perfect monster I would be!"

—Conrad Kurtz
Lycaeus.

just now.

Corvus Corax, the Primarch of the 19th Legion - Raven Guard, is also known as the Savior, the Raven Lord, the Eye of Slaughter, the Liberator, the King of Shadows, Akarin, the Black Long Straight, the Duck King, the Space Ninja Dragon, Mandrake's Big Daddy, the Upright and Introverted Version of Konrad, and the Gothic Jade Version of Sanguinius.

Under the dark circles under the eyes and greasy hair, EMO boy Corax actually hides a macho heart.

He possesses some kind of psychic invisibility ability. When he walks in a crowd, passers-by will not notice at all that there is a melancholy handsome guy over three meters tall standing next to them, as if they can't see him.

Such as now.

Putting down the mattock in his hand, Corax grabbed the edge of the mine with both hands, and with a little effort, he climbed out from the four-meter-deep bottom mine.

"Be careful!"

Thälmann called out to Corax in a feeble voice.

Giving a thumbs up to Thälmann, the tall Primarch ran through the coal mine as if no one was around. His target was the mine guards' armory, which housed a large number of firearms.

The patrolling guards carrying guns were chatting idly and didn't notice a little giant over three meters tall walking past them.

Corax is not actually invisible, he is objectively visible, and normal detection equipment can capture him normally, but the user of the equipment just can't see him. His ability is more like being able to erase his existence from the minds of others, making them ignore him.

"That guy Coman, a miner, has such a beautiful wife. Can you believe it?"

Hearing the name, Corax slowed down until he stopped, then turned to look at the two guards.

"Why do I feel like there's something next to me?"

The guard frowned and looked around, his eyes swept over Corax's waist, but he couldn't see anything unusual.

"You've done so many bad things, the ghosts of the miners are probably coming to find you."

Another guard teased.

"I'm not afraid of being alive. I can beat you up if I want to, and scold you if I want to. Why would I be afraid of being dead?"

The guard sneered.

"You don't know the look on Coman's face at that time. I chained him to the door to watch over me, and then went into the house to play with his wife. Coman had his mouth stuffed and could only bark like a dog outside the house, hahahaha."

"I'll take you with me next time."

The guard patted his chest and made the assurance, and the two men smiled lewdly at the same time.

Listening to the obscene words of the two men, Corax's gloomy eyes were extremely cold. Staring at the undefended necks of the two guards, Corax slowly raised his hands like huge pincers.

His big hands clamped around their necks and slowly lifted them into the air.

"Ho-ho-"

The two guards panicked as their throats were pinched by invisible hands. They wanted to ask for help from their companions in the watchtower, but they could not shout out anything except a low throat sound.

"What happened to Coman? Did you kill him?"

Koman was a member of the Corax workers' organization. He was impressed by the young man's courage and joined his team because he wanted to create a peaceful life for his family without exploitation and oppression.

A low, cold voice echoed in the void. The two guards had never seen such a situation before. They kicked their legs wildly in the air and one of them was so scared that he became incontinent.

Seeing that he couldn't get any questions out of him, Corax's iron fingers slowly pinched together, and the guard's throat contracted like a can until his skin and muscles wrinkled together and he completely stopped breathing.

The big hands loosened, and the two bodies fell to the ground casually, raising a thin layer of dust.

After easily taking care of the two guards, Corax threw their bodies into the bottomless mine. He dusted his hands with an indifferent look and turned to touch the armory.

Although the Primarch's hiding ability can deceive guards and fortune tellers, it cannot deceive cold and mindless machines.

In order to better manage the exiled slaves in the mine, cameras were installed at various important locations in the mine. Through the huge screen in the monitoring room, the actions of the miners could be easily detected.

But because there had been no riots for decades, the guards here were somewhat relaxed. They just chatted and pretended to observe every ten minutes or so.

"Hey! Man, what's the news in Chiaval?"

A man wearing a brown short-sleeved shirt and a torn beret appeared at the window of the monitoring room with a mattock beside him. This man named Vasily was a miner.

Although he was a miner, he walked into the monitoring room with arrogance and was even able to chat with the guards, simply because this man's identity was different.

Lycaeus is not only a mining planet, but also a prison for the main planet Chiaval, where the tyrant of Chiaval exiles criminals.

Most of the criminals are just making some stupid mistakes in the Warhammer universe and criticizing those in power.

Vasily's identity is more special than those of his critics. His background is not ordinary. He was born into a noble family in Chiavar.

The young man lived a life of luxury and debauchery for the first twenty years of his life. Later, by chance, he came to Lycaeus and met a girl, and fell in love with her at first sight.

This girl is Corax's sister, Nasturi Evrenia.

In the process of pursuing Nasturi, Vasili met the Primarch Corvus Corax, whose profound knowledge and strange charm quickly conquered this mortal.

He joined the workers' organization of Corax and returned to Chiaval to prepare food, fodder, armaments and other supplies for them.

However, Basil's actions were reported by a servant whom he thought was loyal. The tyrant of Chiavar did not kill Basil to set an example, but exiled this young man who was used to a comfortable life to Lycaeus, waiting to see him kneel down and beg for mercy because he could not stand the hard life.

Compared to death, this kind of psychological torture can shock the people under your command more.

Because of Vasily's noble status, the mine owner and the guards did not make things too difficult for him. Maybe one day the tyrant will be in a good mood and pardon him?
Vasily took the cigarette from the guard, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"Nothing interesting happening?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the big screen from the corner of his eye from time to time. Corax's figure flashed past a camera, which made Vasily's heart rise to his throat. He could only attract the guards' attention by communicating.

"Mr. Vasily, you don't know that a great event has recently happened in Chiaval that has caused a sensation throughout the country!"

"what?!"

I had just asked a follow-up question, but I didn't expect that something really happened to Kiaval.

He hurriedly asked: "What happened? Is the tyrant dead?"

Vasily could not think of anything else that would cause a national sensation except the death of the tyrant.

"Hush! Hush! Hush!"

The guards quickly gestured to keep quiet. They didn't have the courage to curse the planet lord like that.

"Keep your voice down! If the mine owner hears us, we will be punished too!"

"Sorry, sorry, I'm too excited. Can you continue and tell me what's going on?"

"It's the gods! The great gods have come to Kiyaval with his followers!"

In the monitoring room, several guards put their hands together in front of their chests, looking like devout religious believers. Vasily sneered at the guards' words. If gods really existed in the real world, the tyrant would be the first one to be killed by them!

"How do you know it's a god? Maybe it's just a powerful wizard or something."

Vasily said casually.

"No! It must be a god!"

The guard who handed him the cigarette, uncharacteristically, scolded Vasily fiercely for his disrespect.

After his violent outburst of anger, the guard calmed down again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Vasili, but I won't allow you to slander God like this."

Another guard came over and said, "Mr. Vasily, you have never seen the holy beauty of God, so it's normal for you not to believe. Once you see the God's figure, you will not have any doubts."

Vasily frowned. The guards were talking in increasingly mysterious ways.

“Are there any photos?” he asked.

"Of course! Every night before going to bed, I would look up to the majestic figure of God and offer him my insignificant faith."

As the guard spoke, he pulled out an exquisite metal box from his arms and even locked it with a combination lock.

After carefully entering the password behind everyone's back, the metal box opened and the guard carefully held up the photo and showed it to Vasily.

A tall and majestic figure slowly descended from the clouds. The god was wearing gorgeous golden armor. On the exquisitely carved armor, huge and microscopic patterns kissed the god's holy body.

The hair is golden and smooth, with a brilliant halo behind it. The wings are shining and pure white, emitting a peaceful and sacred glow.

The one worshipped as a god by Kiaval is none other than the Archangel Sanguinius.

"Oh my god, I must be in love."

Sanguinius' beautiful face instantly conquered the materialistic warrior. He covered his pounding heart with his palm, and it felt like a deer was pounding inside and was about to jump out of his chest.

"No, no, no, I can't betray Miss Nasturi. This must be a conspiracy of the evil god!"

Although Nasturi explicitly and repeatedly rejected Vasily's advances, he never gave up his pursuit of his primarch's sister.

Vasily staggered backward, tripped over his mattock, and fell heavily on his butt. His embarrassing and funny appearance caused the guards to laugh.

"Oh, don't make fun of Mr. Vasily. You looked like this when you saw the angel."

"Angel, you are the best."

"I am willing to give everything I have, just to get closer to meet the angel."

On the other side, with the help of Vasily, Corax undoubtedly avoided all surveillance and sneaked into the armory in front of the patrolling guards.

Looking at the full armory, Corax no longer hesitated, picked up a bundle of guns and walked out of the armory door.

In fact, the Primarch could have used his powerful military force to kill all of Lycaeus's mine owners and guards and forcibly liberate Lycaeus.

But the Primarch did not do so. He chose a more cautious approach, not showing any signs of open defiance or seeking revenge rashly.

From his mentor, the Primarch learned to bide his time, observe his enemies, and use his superior wisdom to plan the day of rebellion.

He was like an assassin crawling in the darkness, patiently waiting for the enemy to expose his weakness, and then striking swiftly and killing him with one blow.

Chiaval.

just now.

The grand palace of the planetary lord, built by the most skilled craftsmen and decorated with the finest and most expensive works of art, was the chamber of Kevalit, the ruler of Kiavar.

The arrogant and domineering Emperor Chiavar moved out of his favorite palace for the first time and gave it to the descended angel to live in.

Inside the palace.

In front of a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, Sanguinius, wearing the armor made for him by his brother, turned his body lightly to admire this perfect work of art.

The bright golden fine armor has several giant rubies decorated on the gorgeous armor surface, representing Terra, Baal and Baal's satellites, and behind it is a pair of perfect white wings.

"I love this gift, it's amazing."

There was no response to the Primarch's words, and he turned around with a smile on his face.

Garen was sitting on the floor of the palace, with countless papers scattered around him, densely recording the intelligence collected by his guards.

"Have you found the whereabouts of the other brother?"

Gentle words bloomed in his ears, and Garen pushed away Sanguinius's head with disgust. This guy followed him like a mascot. Apart from using that charming face to cheat people, all other work fell on him.

Sanguinius had a good excuse, claiming that he was still observing and learning.

"Ugh!"

With a heavy sigh, Garen picked up a document and showed it to Sanguinius.

"Lycaeus, Chiaval's companion satellite, he is here."

"How did you find it so quickly? It was only two days before the ship arrived in Kiaval."

"It couldn't be easier. I just asked the absentees if they had ever seen a 3.5-meter-tall guy who could uproot a weeping willow tree and kill a cow with one punch when he was ten years old."

"As long as they answer yes, there is no doubt that this cub is the Primarch we are looking for."

Galen said so.

"Now that we've found it, let's do it!"

Sanguinius drew out the power sword from his waist with great momentum, ready to give it a good fight.

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Garen clasped his hands together and supported his aching forehead.

"Don't be reckless, I have my plans."

As for the Primarch who had not yet completed the mission of [Unifying the Mother Planet], Galen did not want to interfere violently and directly interrupted the other party's ongoing mission.

This is just like playing an SLG game. You work hard to complete the main quest, and when you are halfway done, a stranger suddenly appears and helps you cheat and clear the level in the name of good things.

All efforts have gone to waste, and no one would be able to have a good face.

Chiavar must be killed, but how to liberate this miserable planet is a question worth pondering.

The previous lesson was the killing of King Angron. Garen suspected that there was some secret deal between the Emperor and the evil god.

The Emperor's handling of certain Primarchs was extremely unwise, as if he was deliberately pushing them towards Chaos.

It's really hard to guess the emperor's mind.
(End of this chapter)