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

Chapter 172: Rune Priest of the Space Wolves

As the highest-ranking person present, Guilliman was presented with mead from Fenris by Faffnir.

No one knows why these uncouth Space Wolves still carry wineskins when they come to meet the Primarch, but perhaps these Sons of Fenris will never be separated from their mead.

Even when crossing the terrible warp storm, they still stubbornly carried the mead from their homeland Fenris.

If they encounter misfortune during their voyage in the Warp, these Fenrisians may die heroically, drinking mead and singing the ancient songs of Fenris.

The wolf's wineskin seemed to be made from the vertebrae of some sea monster. Faffnir handed the wineskin to the primarch under the dangerous gaze of Grod, the leader of the Ever-Victorious Army.

"Leman Russ, the Great Wolf, is not here, so you are our leader. Come and taste the strong Fenris mead, a fine wine that every man must taste!"

"This is the highest respect from the wild wolves, Chief."

Guilliman's keen sense of smell could penetrate the leather barrier and analyze the power of the so-called mead inside.

He smelled a variety of highly toxic ingredients. It was certain that even a Space Marine would need to be cautious with Fenris Mead. As for mortals? Perhaps a mouthful of highly corrosive and toxic mead would melt through his entire digestive tract.

The Primarch did not hesitate. He readily took the wine bag made from the kraken's spine, tilted his head back and swallowed the wine in big gulps.

The strong smell of alcohol almost splashed out, and occasionally a few drops of mead fell on the lawn, which actually corroded the plants with a sizzling sound, turning them black and withered.

Well……

Even Roboute had to admit that he had underestimated the power of Fenris Mead. He felt his esophagus and throat burning, and his stomach was incredibly hot.

This wasn't a feeling; it was an actual description. Damn, he could even taste blood and promethium.

Wait, why are there several different types of explosive bombs soaking in the bottom of this wine bag?
Roxi watched as Guilliman's cheeks began to glow red. It didn't seem to be a natural body reaction to being drunk, but more like the reaction of those dangerous chemicals in the body.

How many incredible things did these wild wolves add to the wine?
He felt that if he added the wild wolf mead to the fuel tanks of the Sikaran tanks, those vehicles would probably go faster, and the machine spirits would be intoxicated by the Fenrisian mead.

Seeing the Primarch drink up all the Fenrisian mead, Faffnar and the wolves howled excitedly and heroically.

The leader wolf was not to be outdone. He snatched another pot of mead from the hunting group nearby and started drinking it in big gulps.

The wine slid down the corners of his mouth and soaked his dark golden hair. Faffnir shook his head, shaking off the black irritating liquid that was stuck to his beard and hair.

However, it is impossible for a Space Marine to match the Primarch in terms of physical fitness. After Faffnir finished drinking a pot of mead, he began to stagger and muttered some incomprehensible nonsense with a bulging mouth.

A gleam of light flashed in Guilliman's eyes. He certainly wouldn't be so idle as to compete in drinking with these wild wolves. Perhaps calling it wine was a lie. It was simply some kind of liquid that could serve as aviation fuel.

He and Luo Xi looked at each other implicitly and started the next topic.

"Alpha Wolf, I heard that above Fenris, you have some members called Rune Priests."

"Rune Priests learn shamanic teachings that no one else in the tribe can understand. Their knowledge includes mysterious art forms and secret rituals that have been passed down for thousands of years. Of course, in battle, Rune Priests can also roar and summon the power of the storm."

Roboute is familiar with the information of the Space Wolves, especially their special Rune Priest unit.

"Aha, you mean the Rune Priest?" Faffnar seemed to be drunk, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Of course, the priests have the power bestowed by the world soul of Fenris. They can summon the power of blizzards to freeze the enemy's flesh, and beg for the power of lightning to turn the enemy into charcoal."

"Powerful rune priests can even manipulate the movement of the earth's crust, causing the earth to crack open and swallow the enemy into the fiery core."

Seeing that the Space Wolves had started talking, Luo Xi immediately took over.

"Son of Russ, the Rune Priests you described... how do the powers they use sound different from psionics?"

"Psychics can also borrow the power of blizzards and lightning, such as Titus, the director of the think tank. He is best at using psychic lightning to fight." The still confused alpha wolf immediately opened his eyes, and their pupils, which were exactly the same as those of the wild wolves, stared at Luo Xi, as if they had heard something outrageous.

"Mortal, I pity your stupidity. The noble rune priests use the power given by the soul of the Fenris world. That is the power of runes. We can even seal the power of runes in weapons. When the energy activates the runes, they will emit a powerful red light."

The Wolves are proud of the great power of the Rune Priests, important members of the Legion who bring glory and victory to Leman Russ and the All-Father, and are revered by every Space Wolf.

"I don't mean to argue, but I know of an ancient wisdom called the Duck Principle: If something walks like a duck, talks like a duck, looks like a duck, and eats like a duck, then—"

Luo Xi stretched out the last syllable, and he saw that Faffnal Blood Alliance's expression turned unfriendly.

"Then it must be a duck."

Threatening growls came from the wolves' throats.

The Librarian stood up at the Primarch's signal, still holding the scepter in his hand that could help him exert his psychic powers.

"Fellow sons of Rus, I have dealt with your rune priests. No matter what you call the rune power used by the priests, to me it is psychic power."

"I swear in the name of the Emperor that the Fenrisian Rune Priest I fought against used the psychic power contained in his amulets and totems during the war, and summoned psionic avatars during the war, especially an avatar in the form of a raven, which was particularly favored by the Rune Priest."

Faffnir stood up suddenly, trying to refute the blatant slander against the Space Wolves.

However, the Primarch placed his hand on his shoulder at the right moment. In the face of the Primarch's power, even the savage wolf had no choice but to sit down obediently.

"Duck Law, that's a nice statement."

Guilliman's clear cobalt blue eyes gazed upon the Space Wolves, and he began to throw out a hypothesis.

"My dear son of Brother Ruth, let us assume a situation."

"If the Emperor ordered you to investigate a planet called Sliven, and when you arrived at this forgotten world, you found that the natives here -"

Guilliman continued, teasing the wolves' nerves.

"These natives believe in a certain kind of large cat as a totem. They claim that the shamans in their tribe can communicate with the soul of the world and thus mobilize the restless volcanic power on this planet."

"At the same time, these natives firmly declared that they were not psykers, but were granted by the World Soul to use the natural power of this world to protect the humans who survived from the Old Night Era."

Faffnir Blood Alliance and the remaining nine Wolves present also understood the purpose of the Primarch's banquet.

Since they feel that there is a psychic stain among the Ultramarines, then if there is also a psychic stain among the Space Wolves, then what qualifications do they have to accuse the XIII Legion?

If the law enforcers themselves are guilty of illegal acts, then their legal basis will become a mountain that crushes them, and the same is true for the Space Wolves.

As Luo Xi said, Rune Priests look like Psykers and actually perform the same functions as Psykers, so they are Psykers.

No matter what the wolves use to describe it, such as world soul, rune power, etc., it is not a very clever way of covering up the truth.

At a moonlit night banquet, Guilliman successfully took the initiative back into his own hands.

What they should discuss now is not why the Ultramarines tore up the Nikea Edict, but why these Space Wolves' Rune Priests clearly used psychic power, so why can they use this as a basis to accuse other loyal legions.

Faffnal was completely sober, and beads of sweat the size of beans were oozing from his back, soaking his clothes.

He knew that if he could not give a satisfactory answer, then the Space Wolves would be branded as having committed treason and disregarded the All-Father's Nikaea edict.

(End of this chapter)