Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 320 I'm like an animal keeper...

"For Ruth!"

"For the Allfather!"

The wine glasses clinked and jingled, and the mead spilled out like gold.

The roar is bright, the voices are high, the sons of Rus are gathered together!
They laughed and played, and the ancient songs of Fenris accompanied the feast.

Shouts of the All-Father, praises of Russ, as this ancient Chapter has always done.

This is how the Imperial chroniclers described the wolves of Fenris: sometimes sad, sometimes laughing, like a cold wind blowing, and also like spring in Alheim.

At the same time, as a guest, Taylor was also treated to the demigods' constant toasts, endless plates of barbecue, and endless gulps of fine wine.

But as a mortal he could not enjoy the mead of Fenris, after all, it was once recorded that it could be used in the fuel tank of a Chimera armored vehicle to drive the gears and tracks of an Imperial war engine.

Taylor is still a mortal after all, and it is obvious that he is not worthy of such a blessing.

Fortunately, the wolves usually love to drink, and the major companies often travel among the stars.

Many good things from other worlds were also brought over as if they were being shown off.

There are man-made distilled spirits in the foundry world and there are the finest wines in the agricultural world.

Of course, Taylor's favorite was the breath soaked in water, and although he didn't drink it, it didn't discourage the wolves from doing anything but keeping them shouting.

"Hey, drink the Skadi's share too!"

"Oh my god, I saw the orc boss I killed earlier~"

"belch……"

Now the whole hall was in chaos, and that was what the wolf was like.

To outsiders, they are the ferocious and cold Fenris wolves, but to their own people, they are just a group of happy wolf cubs.

About three minutes after the banquet started, the wolf warrior who had been bothering Taylor came over wearing heavy armor.

His amber pupils looked at Taylor, and he hugged him without hesitation. Taylor only felt his bones creaking, and the Fenris warrior who had not been seen for a long time just said happily.

"I miss you so much! My boss~"

He poorly imitated the orcs' speech, and his tone, with the unique guttural twang of the Fenrisians, was quite similar.

The other Fenris warriors were infected and shouted, "Boss Taylor, when are we going to Waagh?"

"a ha ha ha!"

Taylor mustered up his courage and stood on the table. "Ha, I know what you're thinking, you little rascals!"

"There are only two people who are the most powerful in this universe right now. One is Abaddon, the Warmaster of the Black Legion, and the other is Bonebreaker, the Lord of War and the Orc Dynasty!"

"So I thought, let's kill Abaddon first, then Bonebreaker, so that our Wolf Clan can become the boss among the bosses again!"

These words made the wolves laugh. Now a group of two-meter-tall Space Marines surrounded a few Imperial soldiers who imitated the greenskins, talking and laughing.

The Inquisition would probably faint if they saw this.

But there was nothing they could do.

Today, the Skadi Corps has power within the Inquisition comparable to that of a Grand Inquisitor, and Taylor and his men are protected by the Primarch.

And the Wolves? The Inquisition had already experienced the consequences of their trials during the previous Month of Shame!

They had now eaten and sang their fill, and the old wolf, Logan Grimnar, shouted, "More meat, more wine!"

But at this moment, the newly promoted Primaris Space Marines, those Space Marine captains who inherited the Wild Wolf genes, refuted.

"Wolf Lord! We are here for honor and homecoming! Don't try to fool us with barbecue and fine wine!"

"What we need is to become the Sons of Rus!"

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point in an instant. The drunken wolves originally wanted to push those guys away, but now they had to prepare the weapons and equipment at hand and prepare to violently expel those ungrateful sons of Guilliman.

In just a moment, they turned from drunken huskies into battle-hardened wolves. It seemed that the mead did not block their hearts and minds.

The winter of Fenris still blows across their hearts, bringing coldness and death, making it difficult for them to sleep.

The wolf warrior who now knew Taylor couldn't help but stand up and speak.

"I admit that I provided gene seed to the Primarch, but I never thought you could belong to the Chapter." "This is the home of the Sons of Russ, but you were born outside of Fenris. If I hadn't lobbied the Wolf Lord, you wouldn't even be able to set foot in the gates of the Wolf Fang!"

"If you continue to push your luck, I will chase you away myself, using my Ice Fang Sword."

He raised his chainsword, but the blade was unique, like a series of crisscrossing ice fangs, and cold air emanated from it.

Taylor now heard the Primaris exclaim. "A champion of Russ!"

Taylor rubbed his nose.

How come everyone who has a good relationship with me can get promoted and become rich?
Thinking of this, he stood up and said.

"Everyone, Wolves or Primaris, let's calm down first."

"We're all for the empire, why are we so on edge?"

"Brother Wolf, we have fought countless enemies together. If I am willing to vouch for these boys, will you forgive their offense?"

The wolf warrior let out a long breath, put away his frost chainsaw sword, and said.

"Since Boss Taylor has pleaded with you, as long as you don't mention joining Fenris, everything else will be fine."

The Primaris said, "No, that's impossible. We must return home. Our genes, our bloodline, all come from Lemanus, the Wolffather..."

"We must eventually return to the group."

He looked at the current Wolf Lord and asked.

"Don't these amber pupils and fangs prove my origin?"

"we are brothers!"

Logan Grimnar said angrily. "You are the son of Guilliman!"

At this moment, the wolves were shouting agitatedly.

"Son of Guilliman! Son of Guilliman!"

Taylor couldn't help but sigh, then said, "Isn't Guilliman that annoying?"

At this moment, the wild wolves, even the brothers of the Primaris, nodded slightly.

Taylor couldn't help but worry about Guilliman's popularity. Even the old man Lion, who was as gentle as a big cat, would still get angry when he heard Guilliman...

He rubbed his temple and then said.

"Well, Boss Logan, can you please do me a favor and take these wolf cubs in and see what happens?"

Logan Grimnar said, "Your honor... Indeed, the honor of a great warrior is enough for me to make such a decision."

“But that doesn’t mean there’s no cost.”

"I need you to do me a favor."

He bared his long fangs, looking cunning and treacherous.

Taylor said. "Just don't ask me to pay you."

Logan Grimnar said with a smile. "Haha, Throne Coins are worthless in Fenris!"

He looked at the Primaris and said, "Sons of Guilliman, you must thank this warrior. He has pledged his honor to you. Any act of blasphemy will destroy our friendship with the Skadi!"

"And dissatisfaction with Guilliman!"

The Primaris Wolves knelt on one knee and swore their loyalty to the Wolf Lord.

After they stood up, the captain of the Primaris Space Marines said seriously.

"Mr. Taylor..."

"We, the homeless wolves, are so grateful to you!"

Taylor sighed. "No, there's nothing to be grateful for."

He was thinking at the moment, after he retired from the army, should he try to find a job as a zookeeper?

(End of this chapter)