Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 185 Malcador's Gift for the Winner of the Fire Wheel
Terra Palace, banquet hall.

A servo skull with ribbons hanging on it slowly floated back and forth in the air, repeatedly playing a synthesized sound array.

"Malcador, Regent of Terra appointed by the Master of Mankind, welcomes the Emperor's children, Nimrod and Leman Russ."

"Nimrod, Primarch of the 11th Legion, Lord of Vostronia..."

"Leman Russ, Primarch of the VI Legion, Wolf Lord of Fenris..."

Bronze braziers spewed dark red flames, creating the atmosphere of a Fenrisian hearth.

On the oak table, the whole rib of beef is bursting with pink texture along the bone seam, and the crisp sound of fat bursting on the cherry charcoal resonates wonderfully with the hum of jazz double bass.

The waiter, wearing white gloves, served the suckling pig, which was roasted until its skin was cracked.

Under the brown crispy skin, the translucent fat layer is like melted beeswax, slowly overflowing along the angle of the knife's cut.

The Black Angus Tomahawk steak hits the 280-degree cast iron plate, leaving dark brown caramel marks between the marble patterns and making a sizzling sound.

The chef in a linen shirt rang the bronze bell, and four strong men carried the oak wine barrel.

Malcador drank the mead from his cup and said in admiration.

"This wine has not been drunk for a thousand times, so its flavor is not apparent."

"It took the warriors of Fenris only a few years to brew a mountain brew so strong that no hero could overcome it. It took us even longer to make it more mellow."

The Wolf King was very happy when he heard this.

"Malcador, you may drink as much mead as you like."

Nimrod was keenly aware of the Sigillite's appreciation for Fenrisian mead and culture.

[As expected, just as I remembered, the Wolf King has the best relationship with Malcador. Where's his supposed dislike for psykers?]
"Nimrod, you should also drink the mead. I am sure you will enjoy it."

Nimrod sensed Malcador's intentions and sought to foster a brotherly relationship between himself and Leman Russ.

[Perhaps, he also wants to gain the support of me and the Wolf King in the War Council.]
Before the formation of the Terran Council, the War Council was the de facto ruling body of the Empire.

In addition to the Emperor, Malcador, and the Forge Master of Mars, each Primarch and Lord Commander of the Custodes also holds a seat on the Council.

"I prefer Lasford."

Ningluo said this with a double meaning. Upon hearing this, the seal holder was silent for a moment and then spoke.

"Nimrod, I want to express my gratitude. Your support for the Great Crusade has made the Empire's expansion in the Hazy Star Region smoother."

"I will also provide supplies for you and Russ during the war in the Flame Wheel System."

Having said this, Malcador spoke with interest.

"I heard from Russ that you were holding a series of hunting competitions."

"You and your descendants have won all the victories. This time, we will wipe out the greenskins at the Wheel of Fire. This is a new hunting competition."

"I have prepared a gift. Whoever cuts off the head of the Greenskin Empire warlord will receive it."

Nimrod was stunned when he heard this. Malcador also prepared an item for the Battle of the Wheel of Fire.

[This is because of my arrival, and the changes that have taken place.]
"The Emperor and I discussed our opinions on which of you would win. He and Horus are more optimistic about you, but I am more optimistic about Russ."

"The Fenrisians will transform into Space Wolves. They will shine among the stars. This time the outcome will be different."

Malcador's eyes were dark, and his words made the Space Wolves roar and cry out.

Yolin and other Fenrisians were undergoing transformation and were present. Enoch Rashiven, who was sitting next to him, looked at Sanchez provocatively.

"Sanchez, you won only because I didn't go to Fenris."

"I will challenge you in the coming war to reclaim the Wolf King's sword."

"Only wild wolves are qualified to wield the Wolf King's sword."

Sanchez looked directly at the former leader of the Sixth Legion. In the early days of the Great Crusade, only a handful of people could match Raxivan.

But he was now only the Great Wolf Lord of the Space Wolves, and he was no longer the same person he had been before.

[I am the Reaper Lord, a Baron of the Black Baron Court who has received three boons from the Gene Father.]
The Provocateur stroked his sword. "If you want it, come on, but you will be the one who fails."

"Wait." Nimrod suddenly interrupted the verbal exchange between the two and stared at Leman Russ.

"Since I've given you the sword, how can I take it back?"

"Your cub doesn't dare to accept the challenge?"

"I dare not accept an honor duel between Astartes."

The Wolf King used vulgar language to conceal his use of Astartes tradition to force Nimrod to agree to a duel.

Nimrod waved his hand to stop Sanchez from speaking.

"My Reaper Lord will naturally accept the challenge."

"But he's the commander, not a reckless person with nothing to do. He can't challenge anyone just because he wants to."

"To challenge him, you have to come up with something."

Ningluo didn't want Sanchez to face endless challenges from the wild wolf with a sharp knife.

He had to set a threshold for this so that the Reaper Lord would gain something after winning.

"I am not a reckless man. I am the Wolf Lord of the Space Wolves, not some unknown person."

Enoch Rashiven shouted loudly, clenching his fists. If he was not facing a Primarch and this was not at the banquet of the Imperial Regent, he would rush over and wash away his shame.

Upon hearing this, Leman Russ immediately understood what Nimrod meant.

"I'll give my cubs the chips, but your cubs can't get them."

"The one who will win will be Rashivan."

"I will also chop off the head of the Greenskin Warlord! The Wolves will prove on the Wheel of Fire that we are the best hunters!"

Nimrod's black eyes were deep, "The wild wolf is an excellent hunter, and victory belongs to the shadow of order."

Seeing the two legions and their descendants on the verge of a fight, Malcador sighed imperceptibly, and a wrinkle appeared on his weathered face.

"Let's see who wins after the greenskins are purified with the Flame Wheel. I will prepare a gift worthy of the winner."

The day after the banquet, Nimrod met with Thor, the chief of the Tailawa tribe, at his villa.

Thor, dressed in a grey robe, addressed the Primarch.

"My Lord, I have received a report from the Trikon system."

"My people have discovered a large amount of rare minerals beneath Tricon Prime and have established a new base there."

He looked at Nimrod with admiration, "My Lord, Triken Prime is amazing."

"It has the beautiful environment that Terra has long lost, and it is also an efficient industrial base."

“Environment and efficiency, two contradictory concepts, are perfectly integrated in your world.”

The Primarch smiled as he listened to Thor's admiration and asked.

"Then why are you here?"

"I came here to gain your support. Terrava wants to grow and develop in the Trikon system, not just the main star."

"We have supplied the Emperor with weapons since the Unification Wars, though the Adeptus Mechanicus now assumes that responsibility."

Thor's face darkened, but his eyes then lit up.

"But after the establishment of the Empire, we are responsible for the manufacture and maintenance of the weapons of the Imperial Guard."

"We will bring the technology and experience from the Dark Age of Technology shared with us by the Emperor to Tricon."

Nimrod nodded in satisfaction, then stood up and spoke.

"Chief Thor, I wish Tailavar to soar in Triken and shine brightly in the Milky Way."

On the third day after arriving on Terra, the Primarch met with the head of House Drake, who was accompanied by two black-armored warriors.

(End of this chapter)