Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 67 Endless Hatred and the Burning Angel

Chapter 67 Endless Hatred and the Burning Angel
The mighty Kiaval fleet sailed away from Raven Harbor, leaving a black arc in the sky.

"You must come back safely, Angel!"

At the port, Emperor Kevalite sat on a throne carried by eight servants. With a fat body and short limbs, he had almost lost the ability to walk and could only rely on his servants to carry him when traveling.

Kevalir held a white handkerchief in his hand and bid farewell to the fleet that disappeared at the end of the sky.

He had a strange premonition in his mind that wouldn't go away.

Inside the ship.

The fully armed Kiaval mortal soldiers walked out of the cabin in four columns with neat steps. The clanging sound of their metal boots colliding with the deck shook the white clouds around the hull.

They received orders from the angel's guard and went to assemble on the deck. It was said that the angel would personally mobilize them before the battle.

This happens on every Kiaval spacecraft, which connects to the angel speech on the main ship through a large screen erected on the deck.

At this time, inside the teleportation room of Sanguinius, Garen was doing ideological work on the angel.

"This is my plan. How about it? Deal?"

In Garen's hand was a piece of white drawing paper with the image of Sanguinius sketched on it with a pencil. However, the Sanguinius in this portrait had strange movements, with his hands clasped upside down in front of him, and his long fingers forming a perfect heart shape.

"No, this is too embarrassing. There is no room for negotiation."

He supported his cheek with one hand and put his elbow on the table. He picked up a cherry tomato from the fruit bowl with his free hand and threw it into his mouth accurately to chew. His cheeks were puffed up like a hamster chewing.

And his brother Galen, his stupid plan was to sell himself and do some weird actions, weird actions that only mortal idol singers would do.

He, the holy archangel, would never agree to such an impolite request!
"This is so stupid. How could they turn against me if I do something like this?"

"It's not stupid at all. It's the most charming. If you add some lines, it will definitely petrify them!"

"I don't believe it unless you show it to me?" The angel turned his head away, refusing to obey.

"You mean, if I do it once, you'll be willing to perform?"

After looking around and making sure that there was no one around the room, Galen became restless.

Sanguinius narrowed his eyes and looked very smiling, seven parts beautiful and three parts tea.

"make a deal!"

Garen stood up, walked to an empty space, raised one hand to the sky with five fingers spread out, and then chanted in a deep male voice.

"Take my trick!"

Then he clenched his right fist and extended his index finger, pointing the fingertip at Sanguinius.

The arms were suddenly opened to the sides, then quickly brought together in front of the chest, while the palms were turned upside down with the fingertips facing downward, and a perfect heart pattern was formed in the palms.

"Sweet and sweet wind——!" [Macho version]

"Ha ha ha ha."

Sanguinius laughed so hard that he held his belly, hammering the table with his right hand, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

The Primarch maintained this posture, his face dark and his eyes full of gloom, and he roared angrily.

"That's enough, stop laughing. Now do it again. Once you are fluent, go out and perform!"

"Fool!"

Sanguinius blinked his big eyes and nodded to signal Garen to look behind him.

At the door of the room, Maxim stood there with his mouth wide open, his body a dull slate gray, like a cold stone statue.

"."

The Primarch stood up straight and did not turn around, but just by the smell, he knew it was Maxim.

"Hey, Maxime, how long have you been standing there?"

The voice was suppressed and low, like an active volcano ready to erupt.

“Ah, this, this, this.”

Maxim saluted with an eagle salute: "Report, I just came here, here is the latest situation of the Battle of Fire Wheel."

Hearing this, Galen nodded with satisfaction. Maxim was indeed loyal.

The next second, Maxim added.

".Definitely not seeing you doing an awkward dance!"

"."

Garen lowered his head with a gloomy face that seemed to be dripping with water. Sanguinius smiled awkwardly and walked out of the room holding the fruit plate.

"Well, I'm going to do the mobilization."

The Primarch sat back down in the huge chair in front of the table and raised his index finger to signal Maxime to come forward.

Gudong~
Maxim swallowed and walked over carefully, his steps very light.

"call--"

Galen let out a long breath and felt that as long as he didn't mention it again, Maxim would forget it on his own.

"What's going on at the Battle of Firewheel?"

Maxim breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and slowly said: "The application of the new anti-greenskin weapons has been very successful, causing great damage to the greenskin psychic wizards on the battlefield.

Currently, the progress of the Firewheel Campaign has passed the halfway mark, and the Space Wolves have just captured a mushroom farm planet that is occupied by hundreds of thousands of greenskin troops, and the greenskins' manpower has been greatly reduced."

"What's the situation with the Great Sage Victor? Can the Magic-Forbidden Ring be deployed on a large scale? So far, only the first companies of two legions each have three Magic-Forbidden Rings, right?"

The production process of the Magic-Forbidden Ring is extremely complicated, and so far only skilled technical soldiers have been dispatched to manually rub out the key components.

The problem is that, apart from the outer shell, the Magic-Suppressing Ring consists entirely of key components, and its production efficiency is extremely low.

"The Archsage has been studying Necrons' weapons recently. He is very interested in the Necrons in the tomb that has mastered the mechanical ascension technology, and has been asking you when you will return to Demacia."

"Keep an eye on that guy, don't let him run in without permission."

He is a workaholic who is willing to work overtime from 996, so he can't afford to make any mistakes.

"clear."

Maxim exits the room.

Calling the shop panel that had not appeared for a long time, Garen began a new round of shopping.

[Gold coins: 2800]

Endless Hatred

Health: 400
Armor: 55
Skill Haste: 10
苦楚：在与英雄的战斗状态下，每5秒对附近的敌方造成30 - 50（基于等级）（+3%额外生命值）魔法伤害，并治疗自身相当于250%已造成伤害的生命值。】

Max health: 48312
Endless Hatred's passive suffering can cause damage to nearby enemies every five seconds. With his current health, it will cause 1449 damage every five seconds.

The most outrageous thing is the healing health, which is 250% of the damage caused.

That is to say, even if he stands still, he will recover 3622 drops of blood every five seconds!!!

3622 drops of blood!!!

Even the spring water doesn’t return as fast as he does!

Buy some magic resistance equipment to improve his psychic defense, and he can jump into Nurgle's pot to take a bath!!!
The prerequisite is that Nurgle has to stand by and watch him take a bath, otherwise there will be no one to burn [Suffering] and he will be the one to die.

"Sweet Sweet Wind--!"

From outside the room came the voice of Sanguinius.

Lycaeus.

just now.

The last remaining resistance of the Chiaval garrison was also eliminated, and workers with guns stood on both sides of the road, and dejected soldiers carried their weapons without bullets.

They came to a black hill, a ten-meter-high hill made up of hundreds of guns. They threw their weapons over and were then escorted by the worker-soldiers guarding them to the prison where they had previously imprisoned the workers.

command center.

Corax, Nasturi and several core members of the workers' organization gathered here to discuss the next steps.

"I believe the explosives were loaded onto a small transport shuttle and brought to the planet's surface via a supply gravity well.

Soon, Kawaha's army was all but destroyed, their giant factories were running out of ore and unable to produce anything, and the Tech Guild was torn apart in civil war."

Alelin placed his hands on the table for support, then pointed to the weaknesses in Chiabar's air defense deployment and expressed his opinion.

"This is a good idea. It can minimize the casualties among our people."

"I feel good too."

Everyone expressed their opinions and then turned their eyes to Corax. He was their savior and the leader of the workers' organization, and he would have to make the final decision.

Corax nodded, applauding Alelin's excellent strategic vision.

"Alelin, I'll leave this matter to you, is there any problem?"

"No problem sir, I'll give those guys from Chiaval a good beating!"

Bang-!
The door of the operations room was pushed open, and the thin soldier who had reported the news earlier rushed in.

"What happened? You're so flustered. Do you have any good news for us?"

"It's good news, Mr. Corax. Please take a look at this message. It's from the rebellious workers in other southern mines."

He propped himself up on his knees and breathed heavily, then handed the envelope to Corax.

"Well, I'll read their letters."

Nasturi opened the letterhead, which contained a letter written in beautiful lines and artistic fonts.

"Mr. Corax, we have mobilized all the workers and arrested the mine owner and the management. The job is done and their homes have been burned down.

We just don’t know whether we can now distribute the materials in the warehouse and their land, or whether we should wait for some orders.”

"That's great." Corax pointed at the communications staff and said, "If you want to divide it up, write them back and tell them to divide it all up!"

"What about the mine owners and the garrison troops that oppress us?"

Nasturi continued reading.

"Drive them out, drive them out of Lycaeus."

Corax hated these non-working people. They lay on the workers, sucked their blood, and still oppressed them.

"There were still some below. We wanted to chase them away, but then we decided to kill them all."

Nasturi finished reading and looked into the Primarch's eyes, waiting for his response.

"Well, that's a very well-written letter, that's what you should do to these people.

Tell them to go ahead and do it, we will not only liberate Lycaeus, but also take back Chiaval and damn Quavalet and his nobles!"

At this moment, the shrill air raid alarm sounded and red light flashed in the room.

"What's going on? Kiaval's troops are coming so soon?"

Corax was confused. Although he was prepared, according to the style of those corrupt nobles, it shouldn't be so fast.

"But the enemy doesn't seem to have any intention of attacking, and they keep requesting to talk."

Hearing this, Corax frowned, even he didn't know what the other party was up to.

After thinking for a moment, Corax decided to hear what the other party had to say.

"Take it."

Magnetic. Magnetic.
There was a sharp sound of electricity.

"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me, Corax?"

"Who are you? What is your purpose?"

Corax asked bluntly.

"My name is Galen Crownguard, and I am your long-lost second brother. Next to me is Old Nine."

"Haha." Corax sneered, thinking that these nobles were becoming more and more stupid, and they could even make up such a lowly lie.

"Do you think I'll believe you?"

"Well, I wouldn't believe it either, especially at this point in time.

I will release the fleet's protective shield now, please don't attack us, you will believe it when we meet."

磁.
Communication hang up.

"Are you going? Corax."

Nasturi held his brother's huge hand, feeling the warmth of his loved one, and Corax hesitated for a long time before nodding.

"It doesn't matter, sister. Even if there is a conspiracy, it's just a fleet. No one can stop me."

"Ah."

Nasturi nodded in agreement. She had watched Corax grow up, and no one knew her brother's abilities better than her.

Open space.

The spaceship slowly landed, and two tall figures slowly walked out from the shadows covered by the light.

Two men with glorious and majestic bodies and intricately crafted gorgeous armor appeared in the open space, like gods.

No proof is needed, just their similar size to Corax is enough to prove the relationship between the three.

"Father should have come to pick you up, but his expedition fleet has not arrived yet, so the two of us are here to welcome you back, my brother."

Galen used his magnetic voice to tell Corax the story of the Empire, the Emperor, and the Primarchs.

Corax had no doubts and immediately announced his return to the empire.

"I still have some things to do in Lycaeus and cannot return to the Empire immediately. My warriors need me."

"It's alright Corax, I will leave three warriors of the Fearless Vanguard behind, they will assist you in sweeping the rebellion in Kiyavar."

Galen pointed to the sky. High above the planet's orbit, Kiaval's fleet floated silently in the void. The fluorescence from the surface of the planet created a halo on the fleet's metal shell.

"All of Kiavar's troops are here. They will obey your orders and fight for you."

"How did you do it? You made a fleet of 500,000 people turn against us."

Garen's figure was infinitely magnified in Corax's heart, and he felt that this brother was amazing.

Intrepid Pioneer spacecraft.

just now.

Traveling through the subspace again, this time the destination is the Fire Wheel sub-sector.

"Hey, Sanguinius, could you please give me two strikes?"

"???"

"Have you been possessed by Slaanesh? Awakened to such, uh, wild hobbies."

Garen drew out the Blade of the God-King and handed it to him.

"Stop talking nonsense, just chop it down when I tell you to!"

"Sorry, sorry, I'll chop it off now!"