Chapter 448: I Am the Son of Rogal Dorn

Cawl ultimately agreed to this sparring match, a First Blood duel.

Mainly because the situation at hand was not for Cawl to decide; not to mention that Zhou Yun, Guilliman, and Sanguinius all approved of this duel.

Just the Primaris alone, Cawl could not control.

They were warriors of the Empire, loyal to the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, loyal to Roboute Guilliman, and loyal to their respective gene-fathers, but not loyal to Belisarius Cawl.

Many people even harbored dissatisfaction with Cawl; after all, Cawl often used kidnapping tactics when creating Primaris.

Kharn accepted this challenge with some helplessness; Zhou Yun could faintly hear the Butcher's Nails on his head buzzing.

Clearly, the Primaris' challenge and hostility also slightly awakened Kharn's anger and bloodlust.

Zhou Yun had proposed removing the Butcher's Nails on Kharn's head; combining Cawl's technology, Zhou Yun's props, and the power of the Erosion, Destruction, and Malicious Artistry domains, it might not be impossible to safely and cheaply remove the Butcher's Nails.

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

And Seth, facing the Primaris' challenge, appeared a bit eager to try; he wished he could beat those Ultramarines in red armor fiercely right now.

A short argument broke out among the Primaris, discussing who should fight.

Ultimately, entering the arena was a warrior in purple armor and a warrior in bright red armor.

The power armor on their bodies was as new as if newly made, shimmering with dazzling brilliance, and they were as young as the warriors themselves.

Seth, on the other hand, wore that set of dark red old power armor that looked like dried blood, holding that ferocious chainsword as he stepped into the arena.

Kharn followed silently behind Seth; his power armor was hidden in the cloak and the blood-colored darkness under the cloak. This cloak was originally the demon Raum possessing Kharn, hiding Kharn's identity.

His bare arm slightly exposed from under the cloak, wrapped in chains, and the chains were tightly tied to an axe whose form was hidden by blood mist.

"Are you not using the flaying knife anymore?" Kharn asked, looking at the relic chainsword Blood Drinker in Seth's hand.

Seth looked at Kharn strangely, then replied: "That's an old tradition, we generally don't use it now."

Using the barbed flaying knife was an old tradition of the Flesh Tearers, inherited from the first Chapter Master Amit, but that thing required too high a skill to use, so it was slowly abandoned.

"Understandable, I can't use that thing either," Kharn nodded in agreement, then his gaze fell on the chainsword in Seth's hand: "Have you considered using iron chains to tie the sword to your arm? That is very practical."

Seth was surprised again; he noticed the arm Kharn wrapped in iron chains, opened his mouth and asked: "Are you a Black Templar?"

Using chains to bind weapons to one's own arm was a habit of the Black Templars.

Kharn laughed out loud upon hearing this: "A Black Templar learned this trick from me."

Sigismund imitated Kharn's habit of wrapping weapons with chains on his arm, which later became a tradition of the Black Templars.

"Begin, four warriors," Sanguinius's clear voice sounded on the high platform: "In the name of blood, in the name of new power and old glory, you will begin a First Blood duel; whoever gets the opponent's first drop of blood first will win."

After Sanguinius gave the order, the battle did not break out.

That Primaris warrior in purple power armor gently performed an Aquila salute toward Kharn and Seth.

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

This purple-armored Primaris warrior elegantly pointed his weapon toward the ground, paying tribute to his opponents with the posture of an ancient Terran knight.

The weapon he chose was a master-crafted power court sword, a slender, beautiful, and deadly blade that required extremely high skill to use.

"Imperial Fists, son of Dorn, Thor," that elegant purple-armored warrior introduced himself to the two.

"... Son of Dorn?" Kharn's tone was a bit strange.

"I am proud of this," said Thor, the purple-armored warrior who called himself a son of Dorn and an Imperial Fist, with a smile.

Kharn didn't know how to evaluate it; his intuition, his vision, his feelings all told him,

This motherfucker was absolutely an Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Child, a progeny of Fulgrim.

Roboute Guilliman actually planned to stuff an Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Child into the Imperial Fists...

Kharn was lost in confusion, and his head, pierced by the Butcher's Nails, felt like it was about to burn.

"Are you really a son of Dorn?" Kharn couldn't help but ask again.

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

At least in terms of being stubborn, he was indeed very much like Dorn.

"Blood Angels, son of Sanguinius, Larl," said the warrior wearing scarlet power armor in a tone filled with intense pride.

"Idiot," Seth spat a mouthful of saliva: "You don't understand at all what a Blood Angel is."

That warrior wearing bright red power armor immediately turned red in the face, gritting his teeth and saying: "It is honor and virtue!"

Seth laughed disdainfully.

"It is blood and anger, idiot."

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

"We are first the blood sons of Sanguinius; the holy blood blessed us, leaving no emptiness in our souls, only longing and anger."

"Only those who can control this longing and anger are angels, and are worthy of virtue and honor; otherwise, it is just... humph..."

Seth did not say more; saying more would involve some secrets of the Blood Angels.

That Primaris named Larl was full of disbelief and immediately retorted: "I have never heard of such words!"

"So you are just an Ultramarine, the kind painted red," Seth said with his voice raised slightly.

He was disdainful of the two Primaris before him, especially the red one.

The Primaris Blood Angel Larl gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Seth, but the purple-armored warrior Thor, who considered himself a son of Dorn, reached out to stop Larl.

He nodded to Seth and Kharn in a proper manner.

"Seth, don't be angry with them," Kharn said in a low voice: "Since they introduced themselves to us, let us also introduce ourselves to them."

Seth glanced at Kharn, turned his head and said to the two Primaris before him: "Flesh Tearers Chapter Master, Gabriel Seth."

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

"I am just a nobody," Kharn's voice suddenly arrived in front of Thor, and the smell of blood rushed straight to his face faster.

Thor looked on in astonishment and confusion as the Primaris Blood Angel Larl had already been flipped into the air, his chest cut open by the chain, blood surging out; the Larraman organ did not play its due hemostatic role, the Primaris-specific Belisarius Furnace also failed to work, and Larl just fell down inexplicably.

This sudden scene caused a commotion in the hall.

Mortals were confused, Primaris were astonished, and old Astartes marveled at it.

Then Kharn's axe changed direction, and the roaring chainaxe slashed fiercely toward Thor.

Thor almost forgot to breathe; this axe, which poured down like a sea of corpses and a mountain of blood, directly crushed all the techniques that had been poured into his brain.

The multi-threaded thinking ability given to Thor by the Hymn Pituitary worked crazily, trying to find the technique to break this axe.

But the result, the first to react was Thor's instinct.

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

The combat memory in the gene-seed urged him to raise his arm.

He elegantly and exquisitely wielded the court sword in his hand, colliding with Kharn's axe.

In an instant, sparks flew, and the sword and axe clashed and rang together.

The Primaris let out a cheer, and the old Astartes also marveled at Thor's reaction speed.

Kharn couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"So lucky today."

"Saw the shadows of many old acquaintances."

Then Kharn's axe exerted a little force, and the court sword in Thor's hand broke in response.

Kharn's axe rotated at a completely unreasonable angle, tearing through Thor's power armor, causing blood to spray from his chest.

Thor clutched his chest, retreated several steps in succession, and raised his broken sword to indicate that he had lost.

"You are sneak attacking!" the Primaris Blood Angel Larl roared with some resentment.

He clutched his chest, from which blood was constantly flowing, staring fixedly at Kharn.

In his view, what Kharn just did was no different from a sneak attack.

"Lord Sanguinius had already announced the start of the battle; are you questioning the Primarch?" Seth, who had been watching strongly and hadn't had time to make a move, asked with a cold snort.

"I just wanted to remind you not to be too rigid," Kharn nodded and said: "And I only made a move after I finished introducing myself."

"It's just that the speed at which the sound reached your ears was not as fast as my axe."

"You..." Larl was immediately so angry that his face turned red.

Thor shook his head at Larl again, stopping him from continuing to speak.

"Impressive teaching, amazing martial arts," Thor nodded and paid tribute to Kharn.

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

"I am indeed proud," Thor replied: "But pride is not defended by words."

"Even more alike," Kharn muttered; Thor seemed to remind him of someone in his memory, a loyalist on Istvaan, only Thor was much more immature than that person.

Not only Kharn, but Guilliman's expression was also a bit strange.

If it was just the paint, it would be fine, but the sword Thor just swung relying on instinct was absolutely the style of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children, the posture taught by Fulgrim.

This guy Cawl, where exactly did he get the gene-seed of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children...

According to the instinctive reaction shown by that Primaris just now, this seed absolutely came from the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children of the Great Crusade era, containing the combat memories of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Children.

"Cawl!" Zhou Yun raised his voice slightly and roared at Cawl: "It seems my guards' suspicion of the Primaris is justified."

"If you don't bring out some hard goods, I will accuse you of dereliction of duty."

This was Sanguinius who had just sent a psychic communication to Zhou Yun, hoping Zhou Yun would do so.

Sanguinius not only hoped that the old Astartes would break the Primaris' pride, but also hoped that the old Astartes could see the power of the Primaris.

Although Thor just now achieved a little, it was not enough.

Belisarius Cawl's body stiffened, and his gaze looked into the darkness beside him.

In the darkness, a figure faintly nodded at Cawl.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 449 =====