Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 171 Wild Wolf Banquet
Luo Xi naturally had no idea that a ghost from the 2k era had revived again in the 31st millennium and possessed the battlefield commander Auguston.

Many times, he felt that Auguston Fat Tiger was not like Guilliman's son, but rather had some similarities with the son of Leman Russ in terms of recklessness.

At this moment he was in Guilliman's private banquet hall, where the Lord of Five Hundred Worlds planned to hold a meeting with the Space Wolves.

In addition to the Primarch's mortal advisors, the leader of the Ever-Victorious Army, Draco Grod, and the head of the Librarian, Titus Prieto, followed him.

A group of Space Wolves broke the quiet and private atmosphere of the banquet hall. They followed the leader wolf sparsely, and the beast fur on their bodies emitted a strong fishy smell. But if you look closely, you will find that every Space Wolf is on guard and ready to attack at any time.

Their laziness and messiness are just a disguise. If the enemy really thinks these wolves are defenseless, then the only outcome will be to have their throats bitten off.

Faffnir Bloodbringer walked up the steps and into the Primarch's banquet hall.

"Captain Guilliman, your banquet venue is too formal, just like your cubs, serious and boring."

The Space Wolves did not show much respect, and his presumptuous words aroused the dissatisfaction of Grod, the leader of the Ever-Victorious Army.

"Hunting dogs can only guard outside the door unless their masters allow them to. Good hounds will eat the bones and meat left over by their masters, and then wait for their masters' next order."

The wild wolves burst into laughter, and the rough laughter of their leader, Faffnir, even echoed in the spacious banquet hall.

Then, his fierce eyes stared at Grod, his canine teeth as ferocious as a wolf's.

These Space Wolves have already changed into adamantium armor. They are absolute pragmatists. When they discovered the adamantium armor, a new equipment that completely crushed the Mark Power Armor, the Fenrisians did not hesitate to change their power armor.

Of course, their beast furs, animal tusks and amulets that symbolized some primitive beliefs were transferred to the new power armor.

The wolf leader's eyes met Guilliman's, and then he glanced around and took in the figure of the Librarian.

He gave Titus Prieto a seemingly harmless smile, chuckled a few times, and nodded as if satisfied.

"A Dybbuk, an Ultramarines psyker, Master Guilliman, what do you think I have discovered?"

"You violated the ban issued by the All-Father at the Council of Nicaea, and deliberately allowed this psyker with a disgusting Warp smell to appear in front of the hunting group?"

Everyone could read the distrust and suspicion in the wolves' expressions, as well as the signs of restlessness.

The Emperor's executioner, the destroyer of Prospero, gradually bares his fangs.

Titus felt ten pairs of eyes focused on him at the same time, and his powerful psychic perception was giving him a crazy warning that they really wanted to tear off the think tank director's head.

"Captain Guilliman, you said earlier that you remained loyal to the Empire. I believed your assurances, but your actions today have made me doubt you again."

"No sacrifice is too great to be accepted, and no betrayal is too small to be forgiven." The wolf's tone was like singing an ancient song of Fenris, melodious and rough.

"I regret to discover that you have violated the Nikaea Order and have once again activated the Psyker Librarian."

These supervisors sent by Prime Minister Malcador and Wolf King Leman Russ began to disperse in front of the Primarch, forming an attack formation and ready to take action at any time.

Guilliman felt a headache coming on. These wolf cubs of Russ were really ruthless.

The Primarch was indeed seriously injured in the battle with the ten Alpha Assassins, but that was the result of careful planning and the right time and place.

Guilliman now wears a full set of armor at all times, and the all-important helmet is also attached to the magnetic lock on his waist.

If necessary, Guilliman could take down the ten Wolf Warriors in front of him in three seconds.

"Faffnar, if I wanted to hide my ill intentions, you would never be standing in front of me, even if you have been through hundreds of battles." Guilliman tried to relax as much as possible. He didn't want to fight a big battle with the Space Wolves.

"Yes, I violated the Nikea Prohibition and reopened the Think Tank. That was an order during the Battle of Calth. We must admit that in this rebellion started by the traitors, the Nikea Prohibition has become outdated. We need the Think Tank to deal with those enemies in the Warp!"

"Or do you think that we would rather be killed one by one by the enemy's warp sorcery than be as stubborn as a rock and stick to the outdated Nikea Prohibition?!"

The Primarch's suddenly raised voice suppressed the Space Wolves' restless attitude.

Roboute Guilliman has the same majesty and oppression as the Wolf King Leman Russ. Even in the role of a king, the Lord of the Ultramarines who controls the vast kingdom of five hundred worlds is stronger than the Lord of Fenris who only controls Fenris and the surrounding galaxies.

Seeing the Primarch's anger, the wolves who were ready to draw their swords at any time finally quieted down.

Faffnir overpowered the pack, realizing they had gone too far.

From an emotional perspective, Faffnir could understand Guilliman's feelings. If victory in a life-or-death war required breaking a principle, the Wolves might not be able to hold themselves to the same standards they held other Legions to. Strict with others, lenient with oneself—that was human nature.

"Everyone, please don't hurt the harmony." Luo Xi, who had been acting as a spectator, walked to the center in front of everyone.

"Why not change the venue, how about the backyard of the banquet hall? There are plants there, and we can move the banquet to a more natural environment."

As the saying goes, a bystander sees more clearly. Luo Xi has a clearer understanding of this hidden confrontation.

As a matter of duty, the Wild Wolves were very dissatisfied with Guilliman's decision to use the Think Tank, but this dissatisfaction did not rise to an intolerable level.

The best way now is to deal with it calmly, change the venue first, and divert everyone's attention.

Guilliman heard Roche's words and walked towards the backyard first.

With the Primarch taking the lead, the Ultramarines and Space Wolves present also followed.

Although the backyard of the banquet hall is nominally a backyard, it is actually a huge private garden. Ancient trees have been rooted here for hundreds of years. The well-maintained lawn exudes vitality, and there is even a small lake on the side that ripples slightly in the night breeze.

From a psychological point of view, a person is usually in a more nervous state in an unfamiliar environment.

Roche noticed that the Space Wolves were clearly not used to the ornate and formal banquet hall, and their uneasiness was intensified in that marble-lined room.

He whispered a few words to the attendant, and the mortal servants took away the exquisite dishes and the luxurious porcelain plates.

Instead, they were replaced with steaks of Grox beasts skewered directly on huge iron skewers. This widely distributed livestock is an important source of meat.

The pieces of meat that had just been cut were even twitching slightly, with thick blood seeping through the tissues. Waves of unprocessed bloody smell came from a distance of several meters.

The heavy cast iron grill was carried over by the mechanical servants. These long-unused utensils were presented by the barbarians to the north of Macragge after Guilliman conquered them with his monarchical magnanimity.

However, after commending the barbarians for their kindness, these overly rough kitchen utensils were not accepted by the Primarch's chef and were simply sealed up in the storage room.

Under Roshi's arrangement, a bonfire began to burn next to the cast iron grill. The huge fire was ignited by charcoal and grease. A burly chef, half naked, cooked the steaks in a bold manner that was different from the Macragge people.

Grass, bonfire, primitive barbecue party, with the shining moon of Macragge in the sky, and the gentle lake breeze blowing at night, the Primarch's dinner for the wolves began.

Although this environment is still very different from Fenris, the wild wolves are obviously more adapted to the environment here.

These sturdy Fenris men sat directly on the ground. Their heavy power armor rubbed off large areas of the carefully maintained grass and made a hole in the ground.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Captain Guilliman. This is much better than that cold marble palace."

Faffnar's tone also relaxed a lot. In the culture of the Fenris people, the long cold winter is the most deadly god of death, and even the brave hunter warriors can hardly guarantee that they will live until next spring.

They particularly value warmth, which means staying away from the severe cold. The wild wolves even follow their own habit of smearing beast oil from Fenris on the adamantium-made Star-type power armor.

Oil can preserve temperature and is also a blessing in their culture. The Soul of Fenris blesses these children who are far away from their homeland, allowing them to survive with a more tenacious attitude.

Guilliman threw him a grateful look. Just now he and the Wild Wolves were indeed close to a conflict, and his purpose in summoning the Wild Wolves was not to kill these supervisors who came from afar.

If he really wanted to do this, the Son of Leman Russ would simply disappear quietly in the silent night.

Never underestimate the power of a Primarch, especially in his base camp Macragge, Guilliman's control has already penetrated into every tiny corner.

The servants were grilling the meat with all their might. It was not often that one got the chance to grill meat for the Primarch in person, especially since there were foreign visitors from Fenris present. This made the experienced chef want to win.

He must let these rude wolves know how good Macragge's cooking skills are.

Guilliman also dropped his composure and sat down with the Wolves. The Director of the Think Tank, the leader of the Ever-Victorious Army and others also sat on the ground around the Primarch.

Faffnar Bloodband grinned, and under the moonlight, these wild wolves who had gone through many dangers to reach Macragge felt a sense of home.

Long Fenrisian songs rang out from the throats of these wild wolves, and the songs in the Yuvik language seemed particularly mysterious.

They took out the Fenrisian mead and shared it with each of their battle-brothers.

Tonight is the Wild Wolf Banquet.

(End of this chapter)