Chapter 449: The Primarch of Primaris

"Let me do it, Cawl," a voice came from the shadows.

It was a Space Marine who was taller than the Primaris, almost catching up to Cawl's behemoth body, who suddenly walked out of the shadows.

He wore power armor interlaced with black and yellow, but there was no mark of any Chapter on his body, only a High Gothic letter 'A' on his shoulder pad, as if representing that this Space Marine had a unique status.

Both the old Astartes and the Primaris felt confused; they hadn't even noticed the existence of this tall figure just now, as if they had ignored him on a psychological level.

The appearance of this warrior made even Guilliman look sideways.

He had keenly sensed the existence of this warrior before, but when he saw him with his own eyes, this warrior still gave Guilliman a strange feeling.

"Cawl, won't you introduce this warrior to us?" Guilliman said, raising his voice slightly.

Cawl's body stiffened, but before he could speak, the tall Space Marine spoke first.

"My lord, I don't have a real name, but my master Cawl calls me the Primarch of Primaris," the warrior who called himself the Primarch of Primaris said as such.

The Primaris felt confused one after another; they also didn't know about the existence of the Primarch of Primaris.

"You are very like me," Guilliman stared at the Primarch of Primaris and said: "Like me and my brothers."

This evaluation made everyone present feel astonished.

They suddenly felt a chill down their spines, looking at the silent Belisarius Cawl with terrified eyes.

Could it be that Cawl even tried to manufacture...

"No, my lord."

The Primarch of Primaris bowed deeply, saying with humble words:

"You are a work of perfection, an outstanding creation of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang; the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang instilled unparalleled power into you."

"To tell the truth, I envy and worship you and your brothers, because I am only an imperfect creation, an abominable thing that should not have been born, created by a second-rate tinkerer."

The people around suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Yun was not very surprised; he knew about the existence of the Primarch of Primaris.

And if Cawl could really create another Primarch, Zhou Yun felt that Guilliman, or even the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, could come down and kowtow to Cawl.

Guilliman felt a bit interesting, because Cawl actually tolerated the Primarch of Primaris calling him a second-rate tinkerer.

This was inconsistent with Cawl's consistent pride; Guilliman sensed that Cawl had a vague indulgence toward the Primarch of Primaris.

This indulgence was something Sanguinius could not perceive; it was the indulgence of a father toward a child, which Guilliman had once felt from Konor.

Cawl regarded the Primarch of Primaris as his own child?

"You want to fight for Cawl?" Guilliman asked with a smile.

"Cawl is indeed a second-rate tinkerer, but his work on the Primaris was completed well."

The Primarch of Primaris said as such:

"What's more, since I bear the name of the Primarch of Primaris, I naturally also want to defend the glory of the Primaris."

Zhou Yun and Sanguinius both looked at the Primarch of Primaris with great interest.

Zhou Yun could sense that, besides the reasons he stated himself, the Primarch of Primaris mainly hoped to cooperate with Sanguinius's behavior to break the old Astartes' contempt for the Primaris.

So he deliberately classified himself and the Primaris into one category.

But although he was called the Primarch of Primaris, he was actually closer to the Custodes and Primarchs, a product of biological alchemy at the genetic level, mixing the gene sequences of twenty Legions, which was completely different from the Primaris.

In addition, there was another point: the Primarch of Primaris seemed to be curious about Kharn.

"Cawl, do you agree?" Zhou Yun also wanted to see the strength of the Primarch of Primaris, so he asked Cawl.

Seeing Zhou Yun speak, Cawl naturally would not object; he bowed deeply to Zhou Yun, indicating that he followed the will of Saint Doraemon.

The Primarch of Primaris then entered the arena.

"Just you?" Seth frowned, looking at the Primarch of Primaris strangely.

There were two reasons why he felt strange.

One was that this kind of gladiator combat was usually two-on-two, a custom passed down from the Great Crusade era.

Another reason was that he smelled the scent of blood on this Primarch of Primaris.

There was a little scent of Blood Angels on the Primarch of Primaris, thicker than those Primaris who claimed to be Blood Angels, but not pure enough, seemingly mixed with something else.

"Just me," the Primarch of Primaris said gently: "I have no brothers to cooperate with."

He was the only lonely creature of this kind in the galaxy, a creation that Cawl himself could not replicate, and there were no others like him.

"I'll go," Seth looked at Kharn and said: "You snatched the lead just now."

Kharn nodded slightly, tore off a piece of iron chain from his arm, and threw it to Seth.

Seth reached out to catch it, casting a strange look at Kharn.

"Wrap it up," Kharn signaled Seth to connect his chainsword to his arm with the iron chain.

Seth raised his eyebrows slightly, did not refute Kharn's suggestion, and used the chain Kharn threw over to connect the weapon and his arm.

He gently wielded the Blood Drinker bound by the iron chain, tested the feel, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Just you?" the Primarch of Primaris asked.

"Just me personally," Seth lowered his body slightly, like a hunting beast: "Don't let people say we are bullying the few with the many, you mongrel."

Seth was just using the word "mongrel" to provoke the Primarch of Primaris, but accidentally said something right.

The Primarch of Primaris was indeed a mixed-blood of twenty Legions, a genuine mongrel.

A flash of anger crossed his eyes, and he drew the master-crafted power sword from his waist.

Seth's fangs slightly revealed under the corners of his mouth; he observed the Primarch of Primaris, looking for his flaws.

But the more he looked, the more Seth was shocked; what a strong body...

The sound of wind sounded in a trance, as swift and fierce as a gale sweeping across the grassland under the dome of heaven.

The Primarch of Primaris arrived in front of Seth in the blink of an eye, wielding the power sword in his hand and slashing down.

"So fast! Almost like a White Scar," Seth exclaimed, hurriedly wielding the chainsword in his hand to block the Primarch of Primaris's attack.

The power sword and chainsword collided, and the iron chain on Seth's arm shook violently, making a rattling metal clashing sound.

This Flesh Tearers Chapter Master let out a muffled groan, blood color suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his fangs slightly pressed against his lower lip.

A savage, bloody, and terrifying battle cry came from Seth's mouth; his whole body was wrapped in cold blood energy, and his muscles were hideously protruding.

"Blood and anger are our everything," Seth growled: "Draw power from blood, draw power from anger."

Seth forcibly pushed back the Primarch of Primaris's power sword, relying on the cold killing desire given by the Blood Thirst.

"I understand," the Primarch of Primaris nodded slightly.

Then he wielded the power sword in his hand with exquisite skill, elegantly and lethally parrying Seth's chainsword, forcing Seth back several steps.

Seth growled savagely, his legs exerted force suddenly, like a bloodthirsty beast, holding the chainsword with both hands and slashing toward Seth.

Then, the Primarch of Primaris also let out a similar, bloody growl; Seth faintly saw the fangs between his lips and teeth.

"I understand," the Primarch of Primaris repeated again.

The power sword filled with cold blood intent collided with Seth's chainsword, and the powerful force shook Seth's whole body's bones with pain, and the ceramic armor guards on his arms were shaken with cracks.

As an Astartes with a taller body and extremely strong power, Seth rarely encountered situations where he was crushed in power.

His fingers went numb, and the chainsword in his hand slipped out of his hand for a moment.

The Primarch of Primaris quickly seized this moment, turned the sword edge and stabbed straight toward Seth.

Seth grabbed the iron chain connected to the chainsword, swung the iron chain, and dragged the chainsword to smash toward the Primarch of Primaris.

He was the one who took the first blood——————

Slash!

A glimmer suddenly burst out on the blade of the Primarch of Primaris's power sword, and that glimmer shot toward Seth, leaving a bloodstain on Seth's face before Seth's chainsword touched the Primarch of Primaris.

"You lost," the Primarch of Primaris reached out gently, and a powerful psychic force shook Seth's chainsword away.

"Psychic?" Seth snorted, but accepted his failure without saying much.

This caused a slight chaos among the old Astartes.

They knew Seth's ability; he was considered to be in the upper reaches of strength among the Chapter Masters of various successor chapters, yet he was defeated by the Primarch of Primaris just like that.

At this moment, these old warriors also realized in a trance that the power of the Primaris indeed had its merits.

Cawl also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene.

The Primarch of Primaris was after all his most excellent creation, a miracle that he himself could not replicate.

In the body of the Primarch of Primaris flowed the gene sequences of a full twenty Legions, possessing the characteristics of all Astartes.

Even if Seth was Saint Doraemon's guard, without using those props carrying Saint Doraemon's divine power, it was impossible to defeat the Primarch of Primaris.

"Blood is like a Blood Angel, speed is like a White Scar."

"Stealth is like a Raven Guard and Night Lord, combat is like a World Eater, and psychic power is like a Thousand Son."

Kharn exhaled a turbid breath, brushed past Seth,

He patted Seth on the shoulder, took the iron chain from Seth, and connected the Blood Drinker to his bare arm.

Then he looked at the Primarch of Primaris and continued to say:

"What exactly are you?"

"I am something similar to you."

The Primarch of Primaris was silent for a while and said:

"I can feel that you, like me, are enduring pain at every moment."

Because Cawl's genetic technology was not perfect, the Primarch of Primaris was enduring the pain brought by his own flesh at every moment.

And his emotional perception ability made him sense that Kharn was enduring similar pain, suffering from the torture of pain at every moment.

"If we are destined to bear pain, does it mean that our birth itself is a mistake?" the Primarch of Primaris asked Kharn.

Kharn didn't know what was in the Primarch of Primaris's mind.

"I don't know why you are in pain."

"Anyway, I deserve it."

As the words fell, Kharn swung the Blood Drinker and pounced toward the Primarch of Primaris.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 450 =====