Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 76: The Three Judges Tried Silas, Not Believing in the Emperor but Chaos

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Exhaling heavily, Jarvan walked to the wall, lifted Silas up from the floor, and said while staring into his eyes.

"You've caused a big trouble. Until the battle is over, you should stay in the confinement room and reflect on your mistakes."

After that, a company of soldiers stepped forward and took Silas to the confinement room. Silas did not resist, but stretched out his hands in silence.

Considering Silas's identity as a psychic, Jarvan took out a pair of shackles specially made of anti-magic stone. As long as Silas uses the power of psychic energy, these shackles will absorb the psychic energy he releases.

Inside the bridge, several Fearless Vanguard soldiers who had opened fire on Silas' orders were taken to the detention room and detained.

They were all members of the Think Tank, and were all psychics like Silas, so naturally they needed a pair of magic-suppressing stone shackles.

From the small details, Jarvan was somewhat worried about some of the think tank members in the Fearless Vanguard. They had joined the army since the battle of Omikajalan and had experienced some of the darkness of Demacia's ban on magic.

After the war is over, I will have to find an opportunity to talk to the Primarch about the mental health issues of the think tank members. I guess there are many people like Silas who have extreme ideas.

The main battlefield on the other side.

Seganus's assault relieved a lot of pressure on Horus to a certain extent. Some ships that were suppressed by the macrocannon array got a respite, then quickly bypassed the fire coverage circle and engaged in a firefight with the Fearless Vanguard fleet.

Garen's blitzkrieg plan failed. With the sacrifice of many sub-fleet, the Spirit of Vengeance finally broke free from the firepower network of the Dreadnought, raised the Void Shield again and started the counterattack of the Luna Wolves.

Of all the countless starships that have graced the Imperium's history and conquered the galaxy, none has inspired more awe and fear than the Vengeful Spirit. It represents the best and worst of humanity - and its limitless potential for great wonders.

The Vengeful Spirit was an amazing existence. Even the largest battleships were nothing compared to it. The giant acceleration guns on the battleship alone were much longer than most other battleships. Hundreds of turrets were densely packed on the ship, making its flank firepower extremely powerful. With just one salvo, it could easily inflict a fatal blow to the enemy fleet.

When the Empire's most powerful battleship joined the battlefield, the Luna Wolves' disadvantage was quickly reversed. Each round of fire meant that a Dreadnought Vanguard ship was damaged or destroyed, and had to withdraw from the battlefield.

Broken limbs and remains of ships were scattered all over the battlefield, but were annihilated into atoms by the intersecting beams of light and disappeared from this world without leaving any trace.

Countless brave Space Marines died in this legion civil war. They should have become the cornerstone of the Emperor's reconstruction of the glory of the Empire. Their achievements should have been engraved on the most magnificent murals, admired and praised by the world for all eternity.

The Dreadnought.

Sanguinius felt heartbroken as he watched countless familiar faces fall at the hands of his brothers. He realized deeply that this war could no longer continue.

He looked at Bjorn and said solemnly: "I want to stop this war."

As he spoke, Sanguinius slowly drew out the flaming blade from his waist. If Bjorn did not agree, he would use all the methods he could think of, including the threat of force to force the Heracles Fenr to cease fire immediately.

Looking at the flaming blade in the Primarch's hand, Bjorn let out a long sigh, then nodded solemnly.

The Dreadnought Vanguard is helping the Space Wolves, but the casualties of this war have far exceeded his expectations and are showing signs of getting worse.

He could not sit idly by and watch his brothers in the Dauntless Vanguard continue to make such fearless sacrifices. The brothers in the Space Wolves had already accepted their kindness.

"You are right, the Space Wolves will follow your orders and end this war."

Sanguinius nodded, his handsome brow furrowed, and gave instructions to the controllers on the bridge.

"Lower the void shields, remove the energy shields, drive the Heracles Fenr into the battlefield, and let both sides see the determination of the Space Wolves!"

Under the command of Sanguinius, the Hercules Fenr slowly approached the center of the battlefield. When a macro cannon shell hit the side of the Hercules Fenr, both sides were surprised.

This Glorious Queen-class battleship did not raise any defenses; it was not here to participate in the battle on either side.

Faced with this situation, Galen and Horus both thought of something, and they tacitly issued a ceasefire order to the troops.

"My Lord, what shall we do next?"

Inside the Dauntless, Maxim asked as he looked at Galen's stern expression.

"Come on board and see what the intention is."

In response to Maxim's question, Galen replied in a cold voice.

"Yes!"

Maxim had just turned around and was about to lead the Primarch's Honor Guard aboard the Heracleofenr when he was stopped by the Primarch.

He turned his head in confusion.

"Maxim, you stay on the Dreadnought and command. If there is any movement in Horus's troops..."

Having said that, Galen paused for a moment, and after weighing the pros and cons, he gave orders to Maxim.

"Bring out the Necron weapons, Gauss Destroyer, and let Horus hear them."

The Gauss Destroyer is a large Gauss weapon used by Necron Sentinel Towers, capable of bringing down enemy craft at incredible ranges, but can also be used against ground targets without loss of power, wiping out life in a wide area, destroying vehicles, and reducing buildings to rubble.

After a few minutes
The Hercules Fenr.

On the deck, the Luna Wolves and the Fearless Vanguard were on the verge of a fight, but in terms of momentum, it was clear that the Fearless Vanguard warriors led by Garen were a little stronger.

Because, in their hands, they held strange weapons that Horus had never seen before.

It was a strange gun made up of dark green energy pipes and alien metal structures. The beam focusing array at the muzzle flashed green electric light from time to time, and it was full of danger.

The intuition honed from years of fighting on the battlefield kept warning Horus' brain that he must not be hit by this alien firearm.

"Sanguinius, what are you trying to do? Do you know how dangerous your actions are?"

There was silence in the air, and Garen was the first to break the surprised atmosphere and angrily scolded Sanguinius.

Contrary to his usual attitude, Sanguinius did not apologize or show any timid expression in response to Garen's rebuke.

His expression was solemn and dignified, the halo behind his head continuously released holy light, and his white wings were spread out, making him look like a holy angel in the Bible.

Sanguinius held his pose, arms outstretched, as unwavering as the golden statues in the endless corridors of his father's palace. His gaze was equally firm. He took and returned his brother's gaze.

He did not blink, even though looking directly into Galen's eyes was like looking into the abyss of night. There was nothing in them, no mercy, no compassion, only overwhelming rage.

The eyes of a Galen Crownguard are an impenetrable black, the deathly eyes of an apex predator rising soundlessly from the depths of the ocean with its maw agape, or waiting in the brush of the savannah to pounce.

Just that look was enough to paralyze one with fear, because, like the most powerful carnivorous animal, that indifferent eye was as much a weapon as its claws. Just as fangs pierce flesh, that gaze also pierces the soul.

"I know, my brother."

Saint Jarles' gentle voice sounded, like the warm sun in early winter, washing away the restlessness in people's hearts. "But in this war, we have lost too many brothers, their families have lost their proud sons, and the empire has lost its loyal and brave warriors.

We are losing things that are avoidable.”

"How to avoid it?"

Feeling betrayed by the angel, Galen became even more upset and interrupted the angel directly.

"Horus has no intention of negotiating. The battle has come to this point, but he still won't give in!"

Taking a heavy step forward with his metal boots, Horus pointed at Galen and said, "It is still unknown who will win or lose. You are the ones who should surrender. The situation has tilted in favor of my fleet."

Horus, who was always gentle and polite to others, became angry at this moment and started arguing with Galen.

"Anyway, the fighting has come to this point. Peace talks? Hand over the people first, or there will be no talks!"

Galen snapped.

"I will never give up any of my offspring. They are innocent and I will never give them to you to torture!"

Horus took a stand.

Those heirs could be interrogated internally or by the Imperial Guards, but they must not be sent to the Fearless Vanguard for interrogation.

This concerns the reputation of the Luna Wolves. Once handed over, not only will outsiders think that the Luna Wolves are inferior to the Fearless Vanguard, but the descendants within the army will also have opinions.

How can a legion commander who cannot protect his offspring, who compromised at the mere threat and handed over his innocent offspring, lead the Sixteenth Legion?

Galen completely lost his patience. He opened the communication channel and gave instructions to Maxim, who was in command of the fleet.

"Maxim, ring for Horus!"

After spending these days in the Dauntless Vanguard, Sanguinius knew what Galen meant by "listen to the noise". It was the Necromancer that he had modified was an extermination weapon.

The angel rushed to Galen at an extremely fast speed, covered his mouth, and shouted into the communication channel: "Maxim, no! Wait a minute!"

The angel stared pitifully into Galen's eyes, the meaning of his request being self-evident.

The angel shook his head gently and pleaded, "Don't make the situation worse."

Looking at the angel's sad expression, Galen finally softened his heart.

"Forget it, Maxim, suspend the use of the Exterminator."

To the Primarch's surprise, none of the three calls received a response from Maxim, and the communication was not even connected.

Seeing this, Garen's face turned extremely ugly, and the angel also realized that something was wrong.

The angel turned to look at Horus and asked, "Horus, after the battle started, did you initiate a communication request to the Dreadnought?"

Horus said unhappily, "Of course I called. My phone never stopped ringing, but he refused to answer."

After saying that, Horus also reacted, looked at Galen with a serious expression and said, "You didn't receive any communication request at all, right?"

Not surprisingly, Galen nodded slowly.

The three Primarchs realized that someone was behind this.

At this moment, two Shark-class landing craft came from both sides of the Hercules Fenr and finally docked at the side of the legion's team.

The landing craft's door opened, and Jarvan and Seganus came out of the cabin almost at the same time.

The Hercules Fenr.

The Primarch's meeting room.

The interior of the Heracles Fenr is richly decorated with tribal charm, while other legions may prefer to decorate their halls with carefully polished stone, gleaming metal, and crystal clear glass.

However, the warriors of Fenris have a special liking for wood carvings and bone plates that can only be obtained by hunting ferocious monsters.

The metal walls of the conference room are tightly covered with wood carvings and bone plates. Tall wolf-head pillars stand tall. On the wooden carvings, various monsters entangled and fighting with each other are carefully depicted. At the end of the picture, they can't escape the fate of becoming delicacies in the mouths of wild wolves.

Moss-covered rocks are placed in the bubbling pool, dried herbs hang from the ceiling, and primitive weapons are locked firmly on the walls.

The lights within the ship were deliberately kept low, as the warriors of Fenris firmly believed that too much light would dull one's senses.

"Haqiu——!"

Galen shrugged his nose; the herbs hanging from the ceiling made it itchy.

The Primarch is basically immune to natural diseases. This is the third time the Primarch has sneezed. The first two times attracted Nurgle, the father, and Slaanesh, the sister.

However, the second time, Garen did not realize that he had attracted the attention of the evil god.

Sanguinius handed him a tissue with disgust.

The talks between the two armies began in such an informal atmosphere.

Horus spoke first: "Now, our two legions will share the information we have."

After saying that, he looked at Seganus.

Seganus explained how the Luna Wolves had repeatedly requested to communicate with the Dauntless Vanguard but were unable to get through, and that when he tried to meet with the Second Primarch again, he was maliciously blocked and sabotaged.

Then Jarvan began to report on Silas' abnormal behavior. He, who always cherished the lives of his comrades, actually chose to launch a broadspear attack on the ship where Jarvan was, blocking his subsequent conversation with Seganus.

"Silas and his men have been taken into custody by me and are being held in the detention room."

Galen looked at Horus's position and suggested, "What do you say? A three-court trial?"

"Bring your people here too."

Horus nodded in agreement, and Seganus and Jarvan looked at each other before leaving the meeting room to carry out the Primarch's orders.

The three Primarchs decided that the case of the Wolf King's death was quite suspicious, and it was tried by the Space Wolves, Fearless Vanguard, and Luna Wolves Legions. The presiding judge was the Blood Angels Sanguinius, accompanied by the 16th Primarch Horus Lupercal and the 2nd Primarch Galen Crownguard.

The three judges held a trial for Silas. They did not believe in the Emperor but in Chaos!
(End of this chapter)