Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 71 Give this girl a skirt
The Dreadnought.

just now.

Upon learning that the 16th Legion, the Luna Wolves, would come to support them and that the three legions were planning to cooperate, some fearless vanguard warriors selected from Terra began to tell the Demacia warriors about their previous cooperation with the Luna Wolves.

Most of the Legions had fought under Horus before their Primarchs returned and became the true leaders of the Legions.

This Primarch, who was apparently the first to be found, used his existence to give other legions enough fantasies about their own Primarchs.

But behind the fantasy of his unrecovered Primarch was the respect for the commander of the Sixteenth Legion -

The Wolf Shepherd God is certainly a respectable Primarch.

Now they are going to cooperate with the 16th Legion, the Luna Wolves.

Garen's Crownguard stood in front of the ship's door with a stern look on his face. The shuttle was smoothly taking them to the Moon Wolves' mothership, the Spirit of Vengeance.

Dimness and light alternately reflected on the Primarch's armor as the shuttle moved, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. His fine bangs slightly obscured his eyes, reducing the sharpness of his facial curves by three points.

"You don't like Horus?"

Beside him, the Archangel asked casually.

"Russ doesn't like him either, but I heard from Terran warriors who have worked with the Sixteenth Legion that Horus is a respectable Primarch and they all like him very much."

When Horus chops you into angel sauce, I'll see if you still like him.

After silently complaining in his heart, Garen turned his head and stared at the angel, who was holding a fruit plate in his arms.

Seeing Galen staring at the fruit in his hand, the archangel pinched one and handed it to him: "Do you want to eat it?"

Garen shook his head silently, then he said in an unhurried voice: "Horus, I met him once, when the Emperor arrived in Demacia to take me back to the Empire."

“I don’t like Horus. He gives me a very bad impression. His easygoing smile on the surface cannot hide the fact that he has a huge darkness in his heart.

This may be related to his upbringing. For a kid who grew up in a gang, winning people’s hearts and balancing all parties is something the gang leaders are good at.”

Horus, the wolf-shepherd god, the future warmaster, and the Emperor's great son.

Horus is the most outstanding among the Primarchs. Another one who can be compared with him is the Archangel Sanguinius. However, Horus is not actually the best in every field. He is just excellent in every field, a balanced excellence.

Compared to most of the Primarchs who always get stuck in certain ways or appear stubborn in dealing with people, this wolf-shepherd god is apparently smooth enough on topics other than facing the Emperor.

If it weren't for his subsequent fall, Horus might have been in the top three "Primarchs you most want to meet". Of course, Sanguinius would always be number one.

Shaking his head, Garen stared at the archangel silently. Well, it seems that he is not that good and has become a fruit ninja.

No, no, no, you can't look at Fruit Angel like that.

Perhaps, it was just because he was too good, the fruit angel had always been by his side, his brilliance was overshadowed by himself, and he had no room to perform, so he looked very useless.

Yes! It must be like this.

Just like brother and sister, the sister is a perfect goddess in the eyes of outsiders, but she is just like that in the eyes of her brother.

This is the filter effect.

The warning light came on, and the dazzling red light penetrated the darkness in the shuttle. The door slowly opened, and white light came in, shining on Galen and the Archangel.

At a single glance, Galen saw the Primarch standing in the center of the gray platform. He was like a little sun, warm and bright in the cold and dark universe.

The platinum armor was shining brightly, like the morning sun at dawn. A golden-red one-eyed gem was inlaid on his breastplate. His white robe fluttered behind him. His smooth and handsome head was wearing a warm and gentle smile.

"Hey my brother, long time no see."

Horus said to Galen with a smile, while waving his hand, welcoming Galen in a friendly and somewhat anxious manner. The main room of the reception room.

"My brother, I heard that you found two of our primarch brothers for our father."

The main reception room that was exclusive to the Primarch, on the other hand, did not have too many decorations. Several walls were hollowed out, with a few bottles of wine placed on them. A half-new Luna Wolf flag hung in the middle of the wall, and on the desk below it were a few books that had obviously been read many times.

"It was luck, a teleport, a warp storm."

"I don't think it was luck. I would like to understand it as the glorious guidance of mankind, just like our father, who launched a great expedition for the glorious future of mankind."

Galen hated dealing with such scheming guys, and after just a few words, Horus compared him to the Emperor.

Combined with Horus's overly obsessed obsession with the Emperor, his words sounded like this to Galen.

You are the Emperor's most favored Primarch, the one most like him, the smaller Lord of Mankind, guided by the will of humanity.

You are amazing. No matter what you do, you can get the emperor's attention and guidance, unlike us brothers who are not favored.

Galen really wanted to say, you are the most favored one. Whenever the Emperor received news about the missing Primarch and needed to temporarily leave the front line, Horus was responsible for commanding his brothers and all the Space Marine Legions.

By the end of the Battle of Ullanor, the Emperor's love for Horus had reached its peak, and he appointed him Warmaster of the Empire, in charge of all military affairs within the country.

In Horus's view, it was the Emperor who secretly helped him to land accurately on the planet where the Primarch existed.

What a brilliant feat it was to recover the missing Primarch for the Emperor.

"Are you alright, brother? Perhaps I could get you some wine. I just received a gift of wine from a mortal diplomat."

Seeing that Galen was staring at the table without saying a word, Horus stood up on his own, took a bottle of wine from the wall, casually poured himself a glass, poured another glass for Galen, and another glass for the angel who was treated as air.

The angel stared at the translucent amber red in a daze, and even a mellow fragrance wafted from it.

He did drink, but not this kind of wine. Even before Galen came, he drank red wine mixed with the blood of the people of Baal.

Seeing that both of them were sitting like wooden statues, and Russ had rejected his invitation to a party, Horus sensed that his brothers were inexplicably alienated from him.

This was not good, as it was also one of his responsibilities to help his father care for his primarch son.

"Did I make you uncomfortable? If I did, please believe that I did not mean to do so. I apologize."

Horus apologized very sincerely.

"No need to be like that, I was just thinking about something, sorry."

The heavy atmosphere eased somewhat.

The angel picked up the wine glass and tasted it carefully. After a moment of getting along, the angel felt that the Horus people were not that bad.

From a psychological point of view, people's unconscious small movements, such as micro-expressions at the corners of their eyes and mouths, and micro-movements of their limbs, can reveal clues.

But so far, Horus's words and actions have been perfect, caring for them with a sense of closeness and care.

This Primarch brother is perfect
The angel suddenly realized.

No, he is too perfect. So perfect that it seems deliberate.

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