Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 110 It is normal for descendants to scold the original body
While listening to the conversation between Gage and Astelan, Garen looked at the information coming from the command screen. It was obvious that these Dark Angels who were "exiled" to the paper battlefield had some resentment towards the Lion King.

There is no warrior who does not advocate glory. From the battlefield where martial arts are contested, wisdom is tested, blood is shed and sacrifice is made, to the office piled with countless documents like mountains and seas, one can imagine how much resentment these Terran Dark Angels have.

Astelan is a guy with a very clear purpose. He first uses the unfair treatment of the Terran Dark Angels to build a relationship with the Ultramarines in front of him, in order to win the other party's fragile sympathy.

His method worked, and the Ultramarines Gage revealed the casualties of his troops to Astelan.

The combat capability of the Randan aliens is obvious to all, and they can be regarded as the most terrifying hostile civilization the empire has encountered so far.

However, the casualties in the battle between the Ultramarines and the Randan aliens were even less than those in previous Great Crusades. With just this report, the Dark Angels can be certain that the Ultramarines are researching alien technology.

According to reports from government officials on Holy Terra, the Ultramarines have never applied for research permission in this area, and they are conducting some secret research in private.

What could it be?

Astelan didn't know it, but his mission on the Macragge's Glory was accomplished, but he wanted to do it better and more perfectly.

Although he had no evidence, Astelan believed that the bastard Lionel Johnson was monitoring him on the other end of the communication channel, no, to be more precise, monitoring the meeting.

On the one hand, Ryan Johnson did not trust the Terran Dark Angels, and handed over such clerical tasks to them to wear down their morale.

On the other hand, he cared deeply about this embarrassing incident and wanted to get the result he wanted from it.

What a complete jerk!

Astelan cursed inwardly.

He knocked on the table, reminding the silent Ultramarines Gage across from him to answer his question.

"If you want to know the details, send Lion's Jonson to the Macragge's Glory, if he has the guts."

Gage, contrary to his usual behavior, said something that could very likely cause a fight between the two Primarchs, or even between the two Legions.

Astelan stared at Gage with horror, he had no idea what this old Terran brother had experienced during the silence just now, which made him speak as if he was brainwashed by the Randan alien.

"Brother Gage, our conversation now is a formal meeting between two legions. You need to be responsible for every word you say."

Astelan warned in a heavy tone, then changed the subject.

"If you mistake this conversation for a casual chat between two Terran compatriots, I allow you to retract this blasphemous statement."

Astelan kindly handed over the ladder so that Gage could get down from the embarrassing high platform, but the other party didn't care at all.

Gage said firmly.

"I know the significance of this conversation very well, Astelan. You can convey my original words to Ryan Jonson. This is the attitude of the Ultramarines and the Primarch."

Hearing this, Astelan fell silent, his brain thinking quickly about how to deal with this provocative situation.

Indomitable Truth.

boom!
The iron fist smashed hard into the pure metal control platform, creating a deep pit with the imprint of the fist. Tiny electric sparks jumped back and forth between the broken metal blocks and the original body's iron fist gloves.

The lion of Caliban stood up from his chair with a gloomy face. His eyes were filled with cold gloom. He held the sharp lion sword in his hand. A terrifying and distorted aura emanated from the exquisite armor. Even the air around him was faintly distorted under this aura.

"Prepare the ship!"

The angry lion spat out two words in a cold tone.

Weak compromise will only make the prey become more aggressive. Only by giving the prey the most swift and powerful blow and controlling its weak spot will the prey obey your instructions.

Lionel Johnson remembered what his adoptive father had taught him when he was young. In his opinion, it was the failure of the previous communication channel conversation, coupled with the failure of the Randan War, that made Robert Guilliman underestimate him.

The mighty lion took up the lion shield and lion sword. He wanted to use the most direct way, the method commonly used among the Primarchs, to tell Robert Guilliman who was the eldest brother of the Primarchs.

Macragge's Glory.

just now.

Bang!
Garen fell off his chair. He heard an extremely explosive piece of news from the communication channel, which was no less than betrayal!
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the conversation over there, Gage?"

Looking at his Primarch brother who had fallen off his chair, Guilliman was curious about what he had heard that caused a Primarch to fall off his chair.

"I don't think you are suited to listening to such complaints between soldiers, Guilliman. After all, Lion's Jonson of the First Legion is your brother."

"Ah, yes, he is."

Guilliman put the pen into the pen holder very easily, put his palms on the edge of the table and stood up.

Although he really wanted to hear how they cursed, but as Galen reminded him, they were still "brothers", right?
As a "brother", he still had to give Lion's Jonson some face, even if Guilliman really wanted to repeat these words in the next "political confrontation" with Lion.

"No! You are also a Primarch."

Guilliman barely reacted and was almost fooled by Galen. According to him, as the Primarch and brother of Lion's Jonson, Galen should not listen to such complaints among soldiers.

“They didn’t scold me.”

Garen, with an attitude of happily enjoying a big meal, spread out his hands and looked at Guilliman indifferently.

Guilliman's eyes narrowed slightly. "Gage is cursing me behind my back?"

"Please Guilliman, this is a very normal thing. They are living people with their own psychological emotions. They are not brainwashed believers who are crazy about their beliefs."

"As a soldier, isn't it normal to have complaints against your superiors?"

Galen comforts Guilliman appropriately.

"What about your offspring? Will they also speak ill of you behind your back?"

"."

Yes, some of them not only said bad things about me, but even teamed up with the evil gods of the subspace to mess with me behind my back.

"Of course not. My descendants love me so much."

Galen said with a smile on his face.

When you go out, face is given by yourself.

Speaking of the issue of offspring, I don't know what the situation is like with Sanguinius.

Ever since Demacia lost contact with the outside world, Sanguinius, whom he sent out to find Blackrock Fortress, has not sent back any news.

What a worrying fruit angel. Give him a Star Language call when you have time!
At this time, the adjutant pushed the door open and walked in.

"My Lord, the Primarch of the First Legion, Lion El'Jonson, has requested to see you."

"Your face stinks!"

(End of this chapter)