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

Chapter 188 I'm Sorry, Lord Guilliman
Not only Roxi, even Guilliman felt his heartbeat stop for a moment when he looked into his brother's eyes, and even his natural breathing amplitude and frequency increased.

Only Guilliman knew that at that moment, Lionel Johnson had placed most of his oppression on him, and they were engaged in an invisible battle of wills.

However, the result is clear, the Lord of the Limits is slightly inferior in momentum.

The Lion was one of the most skilled in fighting among all the Primarchs. When it came to close combat, Guilliman believed that the Lion was more likely to have the upper hand.

But if you really want to decide the winner, you have to have a real fight with real weapons.

After all, 80% of the Primarchs believed themselves to be stronger than 80% of their brothers, while the remaining 20% ​​believed themselves to be stronger than all of them.

The lion was accompanied by two high-ranking commanders of the Dark Angels, namely Deathwing Commander Houguin and Dreadwing Commander Redros.

Hou Guin held a six-foot-long two-handed sword, and his shoulder armor was painted with a gorgeous crossed sword emblem, while Redros held a huge battle axe. Compared with Death Wing, his temperament was more rough and bold, and his arrogance and ferocity were visibly visible to the naked eye.

Guilliman looked at Roshi, "You will come with me to see Lion, and Grod, you two will stay with me."

Luo Xi was stunned for a moment. Why was he asked to greet the Lion King, and he was just a projection?

"We have signed an alliance. Roshi, you and I are allies. We have the same status in Macragge." Guilliman said seriously, "Of course you have to go with me to see Lion. Don't worry, my brother is not a pedantic person."

"and many more!"

At this moment, the Space Wolves that had been wandering nearby suddenly rushed out, and the leader Faffnir called out to the Primarch. This group of Space Wolves were extremely excited, like Huskies who had found their target.

"And we, my lord, please take the Space Wolves."

"You want to go with me? Why now?" Guilliman scolded them when he felt that these wolf cubs were showing signs of losing control.

"You once promised us that my hunting pack could always follow you and monitor you." Faffnir retorted, citing what Guilliman had originally said.

The Wolf's stubbornness was a headache. Lion was almost at the bottom of Titan's Gate, and Guilliman couldn't let his brother wait there.

Guilliman raised his voice: "Don't challenge my patience, Wild Wolf. My meeting with Lion is a matter between two legions. Don't mess around at this time!"

If it were a normal Space Marine, he would have chosen to obey orders long ago after receiving such a harsh rebuke from the Primarch, but unfortunately this was a Wild Wolf.

“But my lord, this is not just about the Ultramarines and the Dark Angels.” Faffnar pointed at himself and his fellow hunters, “There is also us, the Space Wolves. Although we are only ten people, we are also a legion.”

"The son of Leman Russ must not be absent from this meeting. It would bring shame upon the Wolf King."

"If we meet with the Dark Angels, then things will not only concern you." Faffnar grinned with a resentful expression, and his huge canine teeth made strange noises when rubbing against each other.

"Regarding the feud with Duran, we have carried out this tradition every time the Dark Angels and Space Wolves meet."

The stubbornness of the Space Wolves gave Guilliman a headache. He couldn't just spend a few seconds here to beat the Wolves down.

In desperation, he could only order the wild wolves to follow him obediently and not act arbitrarily.

Fafennal readily agreed, and Luo Xi immediately felt that letting this group of space huskies join might not be a good choice.

Can they really keep their promise?
It's hard to say.

Guilliman walked in front, with Grod, the leader of his Ever-Victorious Guard, following on one side, and Roche mixed in with the group of Space Wolves.

This should have been a most respectable meeting between the two Legions, two Primarchs, each with two outstanding Legion warriors meeting each other, but now there was a group of noisy Space Wolves following behind, making Guilliman look like the head of a small gang.

Their current meeting rituals are transforming from official encounters into a farcical spectacle akin to gangland negotiations.

"You make me look like a fool, Wolf!" Guilliman's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"I'm sorry, Captain Guilliman." Faffnir apologized, but Roxi didn't hear how much apology he meant.

He felt that the Wolf Warriors around him were planning something. This came from his extremely accurate intuition. Perhaps they were not apologizing for following Guilliman stubbornly.

The distance from the landing pad to the Titan Gate was about one kilometer, which was not a short distance for the Space Marines and Primarchs to run without letting go of their hands and feet.

As the two Primarchs got closer, even the wild wolves quieted down, the powerful aura of the Primarchs eliminating all room for jokes.

The mortals watching around subconsciously held their breath as they recorded this historic moment: the Lord of the Dark Angels and the Lord of the Ultramarines, meeting here. Two loyal legions, made even more precious by the contrast with the traitors.

Lion studied his brother, and Guilliman responded in kind.

There are red inscriptions on the dark armor of the Lion King. Those complicated emblems and logos are the products of the complex inner ring structure within the Dark Angels Legion. On the left shoulder of the Lion King is the fur of a beast from the jungles of Caliban, which makes him look a little more fierce.

Guilliman wore a golden laurel crown on his head, and his specially made power armor was painted with a layer of gorgeous gold paint on the cobalt blue base paint. The gorgeous sky eagle decoration made him look even more heroic.

"Long time no see, brother." Ryan said.

"Yes, it has been a long time, brother," Guilliman replied.

The lion king glanced around and his eyes fell on Luo Xi's head.

A mortal.

"This is my mortal advisor and my ally," Guilliman introduced his brother, and Roche gave him a friendly greeting.

The lion frowned slightly, an illusory projection. Guilliman brought such a mortal to see him?

It was hard not to interpret this as a faux pas and a slight, but the Lions pushed it down.

He took a few steps forward, opened his long arms, and embraced Guilliman in an affectionate gesture.

The power armors collided with each other, making clear and melodious sounds.

No matter what, although the two were quite wary of each other, it was still a wonderful fate that they could meet in such a situation.

"I'm relieved to see you're okay, brother." The Lion King smiled, "Let me first talk to you about the flashing beacon in the warp. Of course, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to introduce me to your mortal advisor."

Guilliman was a little surprised that Lion was so easy to talk to. This was different from what he expected.

He felt that the wolf cubs behind him were about to lose their temper. Suddenly, the Primarch felt a little embarrassed. He cursed Leman Russ in his heart, and then said to Lion:

"I'm very happy to do so, but before that, I have one more thing to deal with."

The Lion King did not look surprised. He had already noticed the group of wolf cubs that smelled like wild beasts. They were obviously the offspring of Leman Russ.

Ten Space Wolves.

Ryan came in front of Faffnar and looked directly into the wolf's eyes.

Faffnar showed no sign of cowardice, but instead glared back stubbornly with his teeth bared.

"The wolf cub from the Sixth Company?" The lion determined the company Faffnir belonged to from the totems and marks on his armor.

But the style of this power armor...

The lion king was a little surprised, he could see the material of pure gold.

But then he realized that this must be the work of Guilliman, and it might be related to that mortal advisor.

"Let's start then. Are you going to go first, or are you going to go together?" said the Lion King.

Faffnar stood up. As the leader of the wolves, he naturally would not give the opportunity to his other wolf brothers.

He turned his head and gave Guilliman a look of apology.

"I'm sorry, Captain Guilliman, I have to break my promise and have a duel with the Dark Angels." The Wolf put on his helmet and his voice became muffled.

"It may not be glorious to break a promise, but we are barbarians after all. Barbarians have their own ways. Haha, who is the champion you sent out?"

Faffnir's eyes moved back and forth between Houguin and Redros. He knew the reputation of the two Dark Angel commanders, but he was not afraid.

Deathwing and Dreadwing, who will represent the Dark Angels?

(End of this chapter)