This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 263 Bjorn: I see now, you guys are just here to show off!
Although many questions remain.

Why would the Primarch treat them so well? Was the Ultramarines Primarch trying to emulate his predecessors from the Great Rebellion and impose new shackles on the Space Wolves? What exactly was Fenris plotting? And so on.
Ultimately, under Logan's direction, the Space Wolves held a grand welcoming ceremony and opened a banquet hall in Wolf Fang Fortress that had been sealed off since the end of the Legion era.

squeak~
The long-sealed banquet hall doors of Langya Fortress were slowly pushed open, the hinges creaking as if awakening a slumbering history.

Romulus strode into the hall with steady steps, greeted by a cacophony of noise, and in his hands he held three different types of Quattis wine as a gift.

These precious wines, gleaming like amber under the light, were carefully received by the respectful servants of the warband.

As the Lord of Dawn walked down the corridor, Space Marines from various chapters rose to their feet in greeting. Even the Space Wolves, who were boasting about their victories, stopped their clamor and greeted him from afar with a chest-thumping salute.

Although they've been Guilliman's nemesis for ten thousand years, these wolves won't cause trouble when it's time to give the Primarch face.

After all, he wasn't the Guilliman himself that Elder Bjorn had been talking about for ten thousand years.

The wolves' gazes followed the Primarch's movements, and when Romulus took his seat at the head of the table, they all raised their glasses in unison.

However, everyone's gaze involuntarily drifted to the center of the hall, where an empty high-backed chair stood, with a black iron goblet in front of it filled with dark mead, the rising cold air condensing into frost on the rim.

This position belongs to the Wolf King Lemanrus. The Space Wolves have always believed that the Father of Genetics will return and once again share drinks with them.

"Thank you for your hospitality, wolves."

Romulus also raised his glass in a gesture of acknowledgment.

"Oh~"

The wolves' responses came sparsely, like perfunctory howls.

Several young soldiers stopped halfway through raising their glasses, their eyes filled with obvious suspicion.

"Of course, I know that's not the point."

The Primarch's lips curled slightly upward as he set down his glass, the metal glove striking the stone table with a crisp sound.

When he spoke again, his voice resonated throughout the hall like a war drum:

"Today, I am honored to witness the valiant cooperation of many warriors, thwarting the enemy's plot! I am fortunate to have arrived in the homeland of the Son of Ruth, to embrace the glory of victory! And the glory of this victory in war—"

His voice suddenly rose, and he slammed his fist heavily on the table, making the wine glasses jump.

"I thank the great sons of Ruth for being willing to share this!"

"Oh!!!"

This time, the howls of the wolves shook the dome of the sky.

Mead spilled from the overturned glasses, and the soldiers' laughter and clinking glasses instantly filled the entire hall.

The banquet began.

The wolves put aside their prejudices and, fueled by alcohol, began to use crude and reckless language to get to know their cousins. In the open space in the center of the hall, warriors with their power packs turned off were fighting.

For wild wolves, fighting among brothers is a manifestation of their strong bond; any conflict is resolved through fighting, and they forget about it afterward.

Bjorn sat alone in the corner, his wolf-fur cloak hanging listlessly above his fearlessness.

His gaze swept across the opposite side, where familiar faces from the Dark Angels and Holy Blood Angels camps were arm in arm with the new recruits, laughing and chatting.

snort!
Old Wolf let out a barely audible hum from inside the mecha, which was drowned out by the boisterous toasts.

Azrael was curiously looking around, observing the technical details, and analyzing the function of these structures based on his experience.

"Are you curious about this fortress?"

Kai's voice suddenly came from beside him.

The senior, who always wore a mysterious smile, had somehow appeared beside him, toying with an ancient dark angel emblem in his hand.

He really liked this younger brother; he possessed a compromising quality that most dark angels lacked, which was perhaps one of the reasons why he was able to get along well with most dark angels.

"Yes."

Azrael then said.

"Senior, you know this fortress very well?"

"of course."

Kai nodded.

The Lion King returned late; before that, the Dark Angels had always followed the Emperor and had naturally come to Fenris.

As a wolf pack with a similarly unique positioning, the construction of its fortress naturally involved the involvement of Dark Angels.

As for the Wolf Pack, those guys who were drunk and had absolutely no discipline? They'd be lucky if they even remembered to put a battery in the fortress.

"The simplified steel wings from that time were used in the design and construction of the vast majority of areas, specifically..."

Kai began to speak at length.

This is a common problem among veterans.

Azrael listened quietly, somewhat understanding their desire to share.

He wasn't really curious; he was trying to test his professional skills.

The maintenance of the Dark Angels Chapter's machinery was entrusted to the Stone Lords. These warriors, who accepted the Om Messiah faith and were trained on Mars, never gained the trust of the Inner Circle.

But they did indeed control the movement of the boulder.

Once appointed, the Lord of the Stone will be taken deep into the Stone Fortress to physically connect with the machinery controlling the fortress monastery, and in the process, become one with the fortress monastery.

His senses are directly connected to the Chapter's homeworld, the Chapter's machine spirits communicate with his soul, and the Chapter's detectors become his eyes, thus allowing him to learn many secrets about the ancient technology hidden by the Dark Angels.

The price is eternal loneliness.

His only companions are his deceased predecessors, their desiccated corpses remaining beside him until his death, when a successor will arrive. If Azrael wishes to take action against Stonehenge, the loyalty of the Stone Lord is an obstacle he must overcome.

Azrael also felt that the Dark Angels' prejudice against the Tech Soldiers was excessive, and that this prejudice and stubborn tradition needed to be corrected.

His plan had already taken shape in his mind: to select reliable individuals through the trials of the inner ring, incorporate them into the Steel Wings system, and use the true "Steel Wings" legacy as a bargaining chip.

Those who thirst for knowledge and the approval of their comrades will surely make wise choices, and the knowledge they possess must ensure that they are not deceived by lies.

"As a fortress built with the intention of countering large-scale fleet orbital bombardment, the technology within it comes from cutting-edge technology from 10,000 years ago, and today it should be one of the most powerful fortresses in the empire."

Kai still feels quite superior to people of the present day; aside from Chaos, everything else is stronger than it was 10,000 years ago.

"one?"

A wolf guard, unusually tall with shoulders almost as broad as two ordinary Space Marines, pushed through the crowd and couldn't help but speak up:
"Which fortress in the Empire today can compare with Wolf Fang Fortress?"

At his waist, a runic power hammer clashed against his armor with his movements, as if echoing his questioning.

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Azrael wanted to make a joke by saying that the Ultramarines used Hera's Keep to protect the Primarchs.

However, considering the other person's size and the probability of him leaving Fenris alive after saying those words, he chose a safer approach.

Terra Palace.

Before Kai could speak, Azrael calmly said.

To be honest, after hearing so many of Lord Ramses's Terra jokes, Azrael was rather skeptical about the palace's sturdiness.

Especially after the recent large-scale cleanup still taking place in Terra proved that the other party's joke was not unfounded, he began to have considerable doubts about the professional competence of the Imperial Guard.

He often wondered if, with the Dark Angel's stealth abilities, he could also take a spontaneous trip within the palace.

You're absolutely right.

Upon hearing Azrael's response, Ajak Stonefist suppressed his anger, his jawline relaxed, and his thick fingers moved away from the hammer handle, acknowledging the other's statement.

"Well said."

Just as Kai was about to make a sarcastic remark, he patted Azrael on the shoulder and clinked glasses with him.

The wolf cubs of today have fallen on hard times.

With a sigh, Kai couldn't help but say:

"Let me tell you, if it were during the Great Crusade, these wolves would definitely insist that Wolf Fang Fortress was more fortified than Terra Palace, because their genetic father had actually defeated the Emperor."

This is also the proudest achievement of the son of Ruth.

Lemanrus surpassed the Emperor in both drinking and eating capacity!

Win twice!
Can other prototypes do this?

Bjorn was even more disappointed, but he also secretly vowed to tell the wolf cubs this story properly in the future.

And these dark angels, you must be showing off, showing off, right?!
If it weren't for the fact that challenging him to a duel with the invincible was somewhat unfair, Bjorn would have loved to drag this familiar bastard up and give him a good fight.

He instinctively reached for the glass and took a swig, but the Fearless Mech's claws pierced through the table.

"."

As the wolf cubs came over to offer their concern after hearing the commotion, Bjorn noticed that one of the cubs still had Makurag ale foam on the corner of his mouth, which rolled down onto his paw as he moved.

Then I glanced at the dark angels who were drinking and making merry.

They had no father, no peers, and no similar living conditions.

It's like comparing an old man who's all alone, with one leg buried in a coffin, and still has to worry about the survival of his descendants, to a peer who has a strong and capable father, talented descendants, is in his prime and free, and is still surrounded by comrades.

Bjorn is almost withdrawn.

"By the way, Arthur, is your technology ready?"

Seeing Bjorn's miserable appearance, Ramses, who had been watching the show, couldn't help but ask.

"Full-body replantation technology?"

Following Ramses's gaze, Arthur saw Bjorn looking like he thought, "I might as well die." He confirmed this with his companion.

Dawnbreaker Wings doesn't need Dreadnought, since Dreadnought is a particularly torturous thing, and in terms of performance, it will be replaced by Netherworld Construct.

Severely wounded warriors are usually sealed in a stasis field, or they are left dead in an organ used to store their souls, such as the 'Hymn Pituitary', one of the surgical organs of the original Astartes, until Ramses understands the principle that the Eldar can be resurrected by directly passing through the warp and entering a matching body.

As long as the Sacred Pituitary Gland is not destroyed, it will be possible to have an extra life by re-implanting the Sacred Pituitary Gland into a newly cultivated body.

The ritual for summoning a lightning-forged divine weapon is simply too costly; in terms of efficiency, it's not as efficient as training an Astartes from scratch.

Ramses, who had made a habit of exploiting the Warp, often talked about whether he should raid the Dark Eldar capital, Comoros.

In terms of combining soul healing with physical medicine, the Bloodwalkers of the Dark Eldar clearly possess greater authority.

In addition to iterating on the technology of forging divine weapons, Arthur also began research at the biological level.

The AI-optimized Belisarius Furnace is simply too excellent. The Angels of Redemption have been continuously applying and exploring related technologies, striving to give those severely wounded warriors a new lease on life.

"It has already entered the clinical trial stage."

Arthur replied, turning his gaze away from Bjorn and then at Logan, whose ears were already perked up.

"If needed, I can perform the surgery myself."

(End of this chapter)