Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 70: The Jealousy of Horus
The Vengeful Spirit.

just now.

"According to the estimates of the accompanying Mechanicus, this is a civilized planet with extremely high production value, so we need to avoid using weapons that may cause permanent regional damage in this battle."

Standing on the bridge and looking out, a beautiful blue planet appeared in Horus' eyes, with a layer of faint white soft light wrapped around the outer layer of the planet.

Behind him, Abaddon stood like a stone statue, accompanying the Primarch to see the destination of the next war.

"How is the current situation of the Battle of Firewheel that my two brothers are in charge of? That battle has been at a stalemate for two years."

Horus suddenly asked about the situation of the Wolf King and Galen. Fortunately, Abaddon was prepared, and a piece of intelligence about the Battle of the Wheel of Fire appeared on his helmet.

"The Firewheel's operation to clear out the greenskins is already halfway through. According to the report sent back to Terra by the Second Legion, they are attacking the last planet where the greenskins have deployed their troops.

After this battle, there will be the final battle to decide the outcome of the campaign. According to the information obtained by the spies, the last of the Firewheel Greenskins’ troops have been assembled.”

At this point, Abaddon paused, unsure whether he should say something or not.

Horus knew every single Legionnaire, he cared for them and loved them, so he knew each one of them intimately.

"Don't worry, this is the Spirit of Vengeance."

"Excuse me, your brother doesn't look like a Primarch. He's a little too weird."

Horus raised an eyebrow, and Abaddon handed over a battlefield video of the Battle of Nornki.

In the picture, a man with a black skull on his head falls from the sky, wielding a huge sword and rushing across the battlefield.

“You can slow down the image and observe it again.”

Horus slowed the video down to the lowest speed. He knew where the weirdness that Abaddon mentioned came from.

Every time Garen killed a greenskin with the sword in his hand, the wound on his face would heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. After decades of fighting in the galaxy, Horus could be considered knowledgeable. He had seen countless strange aliens and dealt with demons, but he had never seen such a situation.

The scene continued to play, and something even more bizarre happened. The greenskins who were twenty feet close to Garen were ignited by the psychic flames that appeared out of thin air at a frequency of once every five seconds.

At this moment, the greenskins' high-energy weapons broke through the sturdy defense of the Primarch's power armor and opened a head-sized hole in his abdomen, but the Primarch turned a blind eye and continued to fight on the battlefield like a god of war.

It seems that it is not him who has been pierced through the body. With this terrifying and strange vitality, is he really a human being?

Horus was shocked, and the thought of whether Galen was still human lingered in his mind.

Something even more terrifying happened. The Primarch was briefly trapped by the greenskin restraints and he was unable to kill any greenskin orcs with his sword.

But with the strange psychic fire attack every five seconds, the hole in the abdomen was also repaired at a frequency of once every five seconds.

Even when the greenskins discovered this and created a twenty-foot vacuum with the Primarch as the center, this terrifying repair ability did not stop.

It's just that the frequency is extended from once every five seconds to eight seconds of continuous recovery.

"His vitality is so strong, so strong that it's scary."

Horus looked heavy-hearted and felt a little jealous.

The first person he thought of was their father, the Emperor, who had a special preference for Galen. The fact that the Emperor recognized Galen's sister as his daughter showed how much he favored her.

The Emperor favored the Second Primarch, and added something to his genes that the other Primarchs did not have.

Horus felt jealous. He was the first to arrive, the one who had been with the Emperor the longest, and had experienced hundreds of battles with him, big and small.

why!
Horus' soul trembled, and the emotion called jealousy began to pollute his soul.

"Abaddon, I need some of his genetic samples." Horus was eager to know why Galen was so special.

Perhaps, after a collaboration with the Fearless Vanguard, all the threads of the Death Guard will become clear and understandable.

"My brothers were fighting fiercely in the Battle of Firewheel. How could I be absent?"

Abaddon hesitated and said, "What about this planet?"

"A standard Terran month ago, the Empire received the surrender request from this planet. Facing the visiting team sent by the Empire, the ruler of the planet chose to join the Empire and signed a preliminary treaty. The ruler retained the ruling power, and the Empire would build this place into a garden planet.

The treaty that the Empire gave to this planet was already the most benevolent of the bunch, yet the ruler of this planet still made such a foolish decision."

The sound of Horus' footsteps echoed in the corridor of the Spirit of Vengeance. In the closed corridor, dark shadows stretched out into a long and narrow space.

"Destroy it. My steps cannot be bound by this fool's hands."

Noenchi.

just now.

The brutal war has ended, and endless green-skin spores are spread in every corner of the air and soil. After some time, a new group of green-skinned boys who will scream and look for fights everywhere will be born in Nornchi.

The angel flew towards Galen from the west of the planet, followed by Maxim and the Fearless Vanguards of the 2nd and 3rd Companies.

"How was it? It was your first time hunting green mushrooms. Did these guys not give you any trouble?"

The Primarch sat on a large rock, the blade propped in front of him, the armor on his abdomen broken, revealing bronze muscles.

Although the Archangel is the Primarch, facing a Primarch they are not familiar with commanding the battle will not only make them uncomfortable with the fighting style and rhythm, but some veterans may also have unfriendly thoughts.

"Not bad. Maxim is a very good assistant. He is excellent in both strategic vision and battlefield decision-making."

"Of course, it doesn't matter who Maxim is under."

Heavy footsteps sounded from behind, and Garen knew it was the Wolf King without even needing to think.

"Are you really not afraid that I will die here? Kick me down from low-Earth orbit."

The Wolf King sat on the other end of the stone with his back against Garen. The two sets of power armor collided, making a crisp sound.

"Aren't you still alive? Trust my judgment as the commander of the fleet. I am in charge of two armies in battle."

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Garen didn't know how to respond, so he left the Fearless Vanguard to Russ for command, which was indeed not a fair thing to do.

[My Lord, there is news from Terra that the Moon Wolf Legion will come to support the Battle of the Wheel of Fire.]

The communication channel lit up and Bjorn's voice came out.

"Horus? What is he doing here? How could the greenskins of the Flame Wheel subsector deserve to be wiped out by the four Primarchs?"

Galen interrupted.

"According to Terra, a large number of battle moons are gathering in the Beta region. They will come to assist in the battle and end the Battle of the Wheel of Fire as soon as possible."

The call was disconnected, and Garen frowned.

The transfer order from Terra forced them to accept this fact.

(End of this chapter)