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Being strict with others and lenient with oneself is 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.

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 think tank director. He is best at using psychic lightning to fight."

The still confused leader wolf immediately opened his eyes, and his 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.

Chapter 173 Runes are a good thing