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Chapter 447 I am the Son of Rogal Dorn
Kaul finally agreed to the sparring match, a first blood duel.

The main reason was that it was not Cawl's turn to make a decision in the current situation. Regardless of the fact that Zhou Yun, Guilliman and Sanguinius all agreed to the duel,

Cawl could not control the Primaris alone.
They are warriors of the Empire, loyal to the Emperor, loyal to Robouti Guilliman, loyal to their respective gene-fathers, but not loyal to Belisarius Cawl.

Many people even harbored resentment towards Kaul, after all, Kaul often used kidnapping tactics when making Primaris.

Kahn accepted the challenge somewhat reluctantly. Zhou Yun could vaguely hear the buzzing of the Butcher's Nail on his head.

Obviously, the challenge and hostility of the Primaris also slightly awakened Kahn's anger and bloodlust.

Zhou Yun had suggested removing the Butcher's Nail from Kahn's head. Combining Kaul's technology, Zhou Yun's tools, and the power of the Corrosion, Destruction, and Vicious Arts fields, it might be possible to remove the Butcher's Nail safely and cheaply.

But Kahn himself rejected Zhou Yun's proposal, so Zhou Yun did not mention it again.

Seth seemed eager to try the challenge from the Primaris, and he couldn't wait to give those red-armored Ultramarines a good beating.

There was a brief debate among the Primaris, discussing who should go into battle.
Finally, a warrior wearing purple armor and a warrior wearing bright red armor entered the arena.

The power armor they wore was brand new, shining with dazzling brilliance, as young as the warriors themselves.

Seth, wearing the old dark red power armor that looked like dried blood, stepped into the arena with the ferocious chainsaw sword in hand.
Kahn followed Seth in silence, his power armor hidden in the bloody darkness beneath his cloak. The cloak was actually the demon Raum who possessed Kahn, hiding his identity for Kahn.
His bare arms were slightly exposed from under his cloak, with chains wrapped around them. The chains were tightly tied to an axe whose shape was hidden by the blood mist.

"Don't you want to use the skinning knife anymore?" Kahn asked, looking at the holy chainsaw sword Bloodthirster in Seth's hand.

Seth gave Kahn a strange look and then replied, "That's an old tradition. It's generally not used now."

The use of barbed skinning knives is an old tradition of the Flesh Tearers, passed down from the first Chapter Master, Amit, but that tool required too much skill to use and gradually fell into disuse.

"I understand. I can't use that thing either." Kahn nodded in agreement, and then his eyes fell on the chainsaw sword in Seth's hand: "Have you considered tying the sword to your arm with an iron chain? This is very practical."

Seth was surprised again. He noticed Kahn's arms wrapped in chains and asked, "Are you a Black Templar?"

It is the custom of the Black Templars to tie weapons to their arms with chains.

Kahn laughed when he heard this: "It was a Black Templar who learned this trick from me."

Sigismund imitated Khârn's custom of wrapping his weapons in chains around his arms, which later became a tradition of the Black Templars.

"Begin, four warriors." Sanguinius's clear voice rang out from the podium: "In the name of blood, in the name of new power and old glory, you will begin a first blood duel. Whoever gets the first drop of blood of the opponent will win."

After Sanguinius gave the order, the battle did not break out.
The Primaris warrior in purple power armor gently gave a Skyhawk salute to Kahn and Seth.

The two noticed that this Primaris was the warrior who had taken the lead in the previous battle with the servitors.

The purple-armored Primaris gracefully lowered his weapon toward the ground, saluting his foe in the manner of an ancient Terran knight.

His weapon of choice is a finely crafted power court sword, a slender, beautiful, and deadly blade that requires great skill to wield.

"Thor, Fist of the Empire, scion of Dorn," the elegant purple-armored warrior introduced himself to the two.

"Son of Dorne?" Kahn's tone was a little strange.

"I am proud of it." Thor, the purple-armored warrior who calls himself the Son of Dorne and the Fist of the Empire, said with a smile.

Kahn didn't know how to evaluate it. His intuition, his vision, and his feelings all told him,
This guy is definitely a fucking Emperor's Child, son of Fulgrim.

Roboute Guilliman actually planned to insert the Emperor's Children into the Imperial Fists
Kahn felt confused for a moment, and his head felt like it was burning after being pierced by the Butcher's Nail.

"Are you really the son of Dorne?" Karn couldn't help but ask again.

"I am the son of Rogal Dorn." The purple-armored warrior Thor said firmly.

At least he is very much like Dorne in terms of being stubborn.

"Blood Angel, son of Sanguinius, Raal." The warrior in scarlet power armor said with a tone of strong pride.

"Idiot." Seth spat, "You don't understand what the Blood Angels are."

The warrior in the bright red power armor blushed and said through gritted teeth: "It's honor and virtue!"

Seth laughed disdainfully.

"It's blood and fury, stupid."

"Honor and virtue without blood and fury are meaningless."

"We are first the blood children of Sanguinius. The holy blood blessed us so that there is no emptiness in our souls, only desire and anger."

"Only those who can control this desire and anger are angels, worthy of virtue and honor, otherwise it's just... humph."

Seth didn't say any more, as continuing would involve some secrets of the Blood Angels.

The Primaris named Lal was full of disbelief and immediately retorted: "I have never heard of such a thing!"

"So you're just an Ultramarines, the kind painted red." Sais said in a slightly raised voice. He looked down on the two Primaris in front of him, especially the red one.

The Primaris Blood Angel Laal gritted his teeth and stared at Seth, but the purple-armored warrior Thor, who thought he was a descendant of Dorne, reached out to stop Laal.

He nodded in a proper manner to Seth and Kahn.

"Seth, don't be angry with them." Kahn whispered, "Since they introduced themselves to us, let's introduce ourselves to them too."

Seth glanced at Kahn, then turned to the two Primaris and said, "Captain of the Flesh Tearers, Gabriel Seth."

Hearing this, the purple-armored warrior Thor looked at Kahn——————

"I am just a nobody." Kahn's voice suddenly reached Thor, and the smell of blood hit his face even faster.
Thor watched in astonishment and confusion as the Primaris Blood Angel Ral was thrown into the air, his chest cut open by a chainsaw, blood gushing out. The Laraman Organ failed to stop the bleeding, and the Primaris' unique Furnace of Belisarius also failed to work. Ral fell down inexplicably.

This sudden scene caused a commotion in the hall.
The mortals were bewildered, the Primaris were astonished, and the old Astartes were amazed.

Then Kahn turned his axe around, and the roaring chainsaw axe slashed towards Thor.

Thor almost forgot to breathe. The axe that poured down like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood directly destroyed all the skills that had been instilled into his brain.
The multi-threaded thinking ability given to Thor by the Ode Pituitary Gland worked frantically, trying to find a way to crack the axe.
But in the end, it was Thor's instinct that reacted first.

The genetic memory flowing between Thor's blood and flesh and stored in the gene seed played a role.

The battle memory in his gene seed urged him to raise his arms.

He swung the court sword in his hand with grace and skill, colliding with Kahn's axe.
In an instant, sparks flew and swords and axes clashed.

The Primaris cheered, and the old Astartes also admired Thor's reaction speed.

Kahn couldn't help laughing.

“I’m so lucky today.”

“I saw a lot of old acquaintances.”

Then Kahn exerted a little force on the axe in his hand, and the palace sword in Thor's hand broke with a sound.

Kahn's axe spun at an angle that was completely unreasonable, cutting through Thor's power armor and causing blood to spurt out of his chest.

Thor covered his chest, took a few steps back, and raised his broken sword to show that he was defeated.

"You are launching a sneak attack!" the Primaris Blood Angel Ral roared a little angrily.

He covered his chest which was bleeding profusely and stared at Kahn.

In his opinion, what Kahn had just done was no different from a sneak attack.

"Lord Sanguinius has already announced the start of the battle. Are you questioning the Primarch?" Seth, who had just been watching and had no time to take action, asked with a cold snort.

"I just want to remind you not to be too rigid." Kahn nodded and said, "And I only took action after I introduced myself."

"It's just that the sound doesn't reach your ears as fast as my axe."

"You guys." La's face suddenly turned red with anger.

Thor shook his head at Lal again, stopping him from continuing.

"Impressive teaching, amazing martial arts." Thor nodded to Kahn.

"I thought someone like you would be more proud." Kahn raised his head slightly.

"I am indeed proud," Thor replied, "but pride cannot be defended by words."

"More like him." Kahn muttered. Thor seemed to remind him of someone in his memory, a loyalist on Istvan, but Thor was much more immature than that person.

Not only Kahn, Guilliman's expression was a little strange,

If it was just a paint job, that would be fine. The sword that Thor swung out just now, relying on instinct, was definitely the style of the Emperor's Children, a posture taught by Fulgrim.
Where did Cawl get the gene-seed of the Emperor's Children?
Judging from the instinctive reaction of the Primaris just now, this seed definitely came from the Emperor's Children during the Great Crusade, and contains the battle memories of the Emperor's Children.

"Kawl!" Zhou Yun raised his voice slightly and shouted at Kawl, "It seems that my guards' suspicion of Yuan Zhu is justified."

"If you don't come up with something tough, I'm going to accuse you of not doing your job well."

This is the psychic communication that Sanguinius just sent to Zhou Yun, hoping that Zhou Yun would do this.
Sanguinius not only hopes that the old Astartes will break the Primaris' pride, but also hopes that the old Astartes will see the power of the Primaris.

Although Thor just now achieved some success, it was not enough.

Belisarius Caul's body stiffened for a moment, and he looked into the darkness around him.

A figure vaguely visible in the darkness nodded at Call.

(End of this chapter)