I'm in Warhammer, please don't praise Doraemon

Chapter 446: Sanguinius, the One Who Fueled the Fire

The battle in the arena was over. The Primaris had suffered more than a dozen casualties and killed dozens of Cawl's carefully designed combat servants.
This record was not too bad. After all, they were only allowed to use the simplest combat daggers, but had to face the plasma weapons and energy blades of the robot servants.
But Sanguinius could not call it excellent, and Guilliman also frowned with some dissatisfaction.
Rigidity is the biggest problem.

This group of warriors was too rigid. They rigidly executed the same boring tactics and fought the same battles. Their coordination was also too mechanical.
Belisarius Dora Cawl was indeed an excellent sage of the Mechanicus, but he was not a good tactical master. He simply poured the knowledge about combat into the minds of the Primaris by rote, and that was all.

Knowledge does not equal wisdom, nor does it equal ability, Magnus has already proved this.

These Primaris still need training. Another point is that these Primaris have been tamed by Cawl into being exactly the same.
Well, it seems that he was trained according to the template of the Holy Book of Erebus raised by Guilliman.

This severely limited the original cast's talents.

Astartes are also human beings, and as human beings they have different talents. Only by making full use of their own talents and avoiding their own weaknesses can people exert their full strength.

The Primaris, on the other hand, were constrained by a set of templates. Their talents were not brought into play, their powerful bodies were not utilized, and the gap between them and the original Astartes was not widened.

But the Primaris did not realize this. These warriors really believed what Cawl said and felt that they were superior to the older generation of Astartes in all aspects and were the replacements and iterations of the Astartes.

This is both pride and inferiority, they are not substitutes for anyone, nor will they eliminate the old Astartes, they are the new warriors and the new force.

Sanguinius hoped that the Primaris would realize this, that they could have the humility to learn from the old Astartes, but also the pride to break through limitations and realize their own talents.

In addition, he also hoped that the old Astertas would understand the indispensability of the Primaris and not reject them, but accept their power.
But how?

While Sanguinius was thinking, Guilliman nodded calmly and said: "You performed very well. I am speechless."

Guilliman was capable of such blandness, wishing he were in the shoes of an old Astartes sympathizer.

“You gave me an army,” Guilliman whispered.

"An army?" Cawl noticed Guilliman's indifference, but he laughed out loud, as if he felt that Guilliman was not satisfied with the number: "No! My dear Lord Guilliman, not one!!"

Kaur's voice suddenly rose, and he opened his arms as if to announce the climax.
"I give you legions! Legions after legions!"

"Please, Om Messiah, and Saint Doraemon, bear witness to this. This is all my gift is."

As Belisarius Cawl's voice rose, the whistling of machinery followed, and the entire cargo hold was illuminated by bright lights.

At the same time, the surrounding walls opened up and connected to other cargo holds. Countless gravity platforms also dropped from above the cargo holds.

In an instant, the arena where everyone was standing turned into a platform, and around the platform, in the cargo holds and gravity platforms that were exposed in front of them, were all Primaris Astartes.
They were so densely packed that they looked like legions from the ancient past reappearing in the 42nd millennium of mankind.
The yellow of the Imperial Fists, the white of the White Scars, the blue of the Ultramarines, the green of the Salamanders, the red of the Blood Angels, and the gray of the Space Wolves stood around and issued the same battle cry.

"For the Emperor! For Terra!"

"For unity! For Robouti Guilliman!"

Regardless of which primarch's descendants they were, they all shouted the same words.

Seth saw the Blood Angels-clad warrior calling out Robert Guilliman, and he immediately felt a chill and shivered violently.
"Does he so wish that we die soon, so that his Ultramarines can take our place?" Seth's voice was drowned out by the war cries of the Primaris, but Sanguinius heard it all the same.

Although Seth's words were too straightforward, they were indeed what many warriors were thinking.

"A bunch of unremarkable recruits." Kahn's assessment was more realistic.

"I count twenty-four thousand here, but that's not all, is it?" Guilliman interrupted the Primaris' cheers with a flat voice.

"Of course not! This is just the tip of the iceberg! There are five thousand aboard each of the ships I brought with me, and there are many, many more sleeping on Mars."

"There are many throughout the galaxy, in places where I have worked hard! This has been my work for ten thousand years."

"How many exactly?" Guilliman inquired.

Belisarius Dora Kaur smiled slightly and uttered a number.
A wave of panic and astonishment spread among the high-ranking officials of the Empire. Even the Astartes, the battle-hardened Chapter Masters, Company Commanders, and Think Tank Directors were all stunned where they were.

Guilliman could no longer maintain his calm expression, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up into a smile.
Although the quality did not meet Guilliman's requirements, Cawl's work was done so well in terms of numbers that it was a miracle.

Kahn couldn't help but take a deep breath: "I feel a little sorry for Abaddon."

"He prepared for 10,000 years and finally came close to destroying the empire, but then these Primaris inexplicably sprouted from the empire. They were almost like orcs growing out of the ground."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but be amazed. The number revealed by Kohl was too shocking. The number of people alone was definitely enough for mankind to launch another great expedition. Zhou Yun didn't believe that there was no miraculous help from the Emperor.

But a slight smile flashed across the corner of Sanguinius's mouth.
"Caw!" He raised his hand slightly, motioning Cawl to look at him. "Your Primaris are indeed very good, but I heard that the two guards of Saint Doraemon were disdainful of this." "They seem to think that the Primaris are not as good as the old Space Marines."

A silence enveloped the entire hall. Kahn and Seth noticed that everyone's eyes were focused on them.
The 24,000 Primaris Space Marines were staring at them.

But both of them were well-tempered. Kahn was disdainful, while Seth snorted provocatively.

Kaul was flustered, and hurriedly looked at Zhou Yun and bowed deeply to him.

"My Lord, I recognize the great creation of Om Messiah, but my original creation is the result of the wisdom and innovation of Om Messiah."

"We stand on the shoulders of Titans so we can reach the stars, isn't that right?"

Zhou Yun looked at Sanguinius speechlessly, trying to figure out what Sanguinius was planning.

"Call, I understand your love for your creation."

Sanguinius raised his voice slightly, smiled and said to Kaul:

"But I think that all the non-Primaris Astartes standing in this hall now feel dissatisfied in their hearts."

"You want to prove the Primaris' superiority, and the non-Primaris Astartes want to prove that they have not been surpassed."

"Why don't you let us have a sparring match?"

Guilliman raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Sanguinius with a little surprise.

Sanguinius's move is indeed quite interesting.
A fight between the Old Astartes and the Primaris Astartes.
Through such a competition, the old Astartes could clearly sense the power of the Primaris, and they understood that the Primaris were an indispensable force in the future.
It can also break the arrogance that the Primaris had fostered in them by Cawl, and break the Primaris' idea that they are the replacements of the old Space Marines, and make them realize that they have not surpassed those excellent old Astartes in all aspects, and there is even a huge gap in many aspects.

This is very good, and this method can even be promoted to integrate the old and new Astartes through sparring and fighting.

Sanguinius chuckled once or twice.

The inspiration for this method actually came from the Great Crusade, when the Blood Angels, Luna Wolves, Emperor's Children, Word Bearers, Imperial Fists and the World Eaters themselves often sparred in the World Eaters' arena, and warriors from several legions established cross-legion friendships through these sparring and fighting.

As for why Guilliman didn't know, of course it was because they didn't bring the Ultramarines to play with them at the time, and Guilliman's popularity was not very good.

"I think that's okay too."

Zhou Yun chuckled twice and said shamelessly:

"Since my two guards look down on the Primaris."

"Then Kawl, let your Primaris convince them."

Sanguinius and Guilliman, who knew Kahn's identity, were shocked that Zhou Yun could say such a thing without blushing or beating his heart.
Originally, Sanguinius planned to have the Blood Angels use Saith and the Ultramarines use Sicarius, which would be enough to defeat the Primaris.

I didn’t expect Zhou Yun actually planned to throw Kahn up. What level is Kahn?
Kharn had accompanied Angron for so long without being chopped to death. He once survived a blow from Dorn, and later survived a blow from Sanguinius's spear.

Three primarchs serve him alone, and he is still alive, which shows his strength.

Kahn sensed the strange atmosphere and said dryly after a moment of silence, "I'm not good at fighting."

This is true, Kahn's record in first blood during the Great Crusade was very bad, but this is because.
"I'm prone to hacking people to death," Kahn said sincerely.

Therefore, Kahn is very cautious when attacking the first blood, for fear of turning the first blood into a complete loss.

But to the Primaris, this was pure provocation, and they all cast resentful glances at Kahn.

"Don't look at me with hatred like that."

Kahn had a headache and shook his head to advise:

"If I get angry, I won't be able to help but hack you to death."

This is also true.
But why does Zhou Yun feel that Kahn's mouth is comparable to Seth's?

(End of this chapter)