Warhammer, from Gothic Fleet to Azur Lane

Now, no matter what revelation the Emperor makes, they will accept it without any doubt. So, what revelation will the Emperor make in this crisis? The answer is, He doesn't know.

In fact, He was born less than three hours ago. In the past thousands of years, from His birth to His separation, He existed as the aspect of the Emperor. He is the Emperor, and the Emperor is Him. But three hours ago, the Emperor told Him that you are not me, and then sentenced Him to death.

He didn't know what he should do now, although in fact he knew everything. Just as he knew that if the Great Rift opened, he would be able to survive for at least a thousand years, and even merge with the Emperor again. But should he really do this? Wasn't he the God-Emperor of mankind? Why should he hurt mankind in order to survive?

"I don't know" It shouldn't be up to Him to decide whether the Great Rift should be opened. He didn't want to die, so should the people of the Empire who were swallowed by the Great Rift because of his decision die? He tried to compare himself with his people on the same level. All people should be equal in personality, not simply calculated by value.

When the golden world disappeared from everyone's sight, the Emperor's reappearance after thousands of years ended in a whimper. The revelation they received was just three words, "I don't know." Everything was temporarily put on hold. For the Astartes, nothing was more important than the Emperor.

The only thing that was confirmed during this meeting of the Astartes leaders was that the black sword would be sealed forever in the holy relic vault of the Eternal Crusade as the supreme holy relic. Fortunately, the Grand Marshal decided to give another one to Salmin.

But Salmin breathed a sigh of relief. Is this a neutral outcome? No, it is not. The Emperor pretending to be dead is bad. The Emperor pretending to be dead is a good thing. In fact, the Emperor only has two choices. Some people say, isn't there three results? No, the Emperor only has two choices, support or oppose.

The military strength of the Thalmin family has surpassed the total military strength that Abaddon and Huron could mobilize in the 13th Black Crusade. Not making any choice is actually a choice - He supports the Thalmin to stop the Great Rift. The God-Emperor appeared but did not give any instructions, which instead encouraged the Thalmin's confidence.

As long as the God Emperor doesn't point at Salmin and say he is a fake, beat him up. In fact, it is recognition and protection for Salmin. After the real conclusion, rather than Salmin's speculation based on previous understanding, Salmin can finally do some slightly beyond the scope without worry.

For example, forming a brand new Astartes Chapter.

For example, taking advantage of the appearance of the God-Emperor to launch a real holy war!

Holy wars, in the 40th millennium of the Warhammer universe, were generally a means for the state religion to make money. In other words, a holy war was a war that could be easily launched, a war that spanned several new regions! Generally speaking, a holy war that did not require the participation of other star regions only required the nod of two people to start.

The Governor of the Armageddon Sector, Salmin Impaert, and the Archbishop of the Armageddon Sector, Armand Jean du Preus de Richelieu. Well, they are all family. As for why the Archbishop of the Sector was replaced, at the memorial service that day, the Archbishop of the Sector tried his best to trip up Salmin.

Could Salmin tolerate this? He sent the Callidus assassin to dig up a lot of dirt on the Archbishop of the Sector, and then ordered the Vindicare sniper to kill him in public. As for whether Richelieu could be a good cardinal? What a joke, the cardinal was referring to Richelieu.

At the same time, in order to promote the holy war, some radical Astartes warlords also came forward to testify that the God-Emperor had indeed appeared. As the governor of the star region and the supreme commander of the navy, Salmin also personally stood up for her. Because of the great betrayal just now, the Inquisition dared not infiltrate the internal affairs of Armageddon for 20 years.

The position of Imperial Guard War Lord had not yet been awarded by Salmin, and it was still pending. No one in the Army wanted to go against his nature at this time, as the Empire was a society based on personal relationships. The several cardinals who were candidates for the State Religion could not defeat Richelieu, and in the midst of approval and acquiescence, Richelieu successfully took office as the Archbishop of the Armageddon Sector.

The first thing the new Archbishop did after taking office was to declare a holy war! The radical Astartes Chapter Masters, Imperial Generals, and even the Forge General all supported her in office for this holy war. And now, she will fulfill everything she promised because she is working hard for the commander's ideals.

998.M41. Solar Sector, Armageddon Sector, the Final Crusade is in the final preparation stage. The so-called Final Crusade is to completely end the great crusade of the Final Era, to kill the Great Plunderer Abaddon in the name of the Emperor, to destroy the infamous Spirit of Vengeance and Planet Killer, and to counterattack the Eye of Terror!

And this time, not only will the Black Templars' Eternal Crusade Fleet join in the crusade, but also the entire Ascetic Regiment, the entire Flesh Tearers Regiment, and the Blackmane Company of Space Wolves, a total of more than 5,700 Astartes will serve as part of the Crusade, swearing to the God-Emperor to gamble their lives and honor and to kill Abaddon the Despoiler!

When the new Archbishop of the star zone, Richelieu, dressed in gorgeous archbishop's robes and passed safely through the golden flames of the burning holy promethium without any defensive means such as shields in front of tens of millions of people, overwhelming cheers drowned out the entire venue, and the momentum of the End of the Holy War reached its peak!

"In the name of the Divine Emperor, advance and win!"

"Go forward, and then win!" Countless people shouted enthusiastically. The sound waves spread from the venue to the entire hive, from the sky to the underground. The broadcast made the people of the entire planet and even the entire star region immersed in endless cheers and shouts.

Battle of Armageddon, end.

幕间

Chapter 1 Gift

Compared to the old men who opened champagne at halftime after the battle of Acheron Hive, and even the memorial service was over, the public celebration of the Armageddon people was later - there were still tens of millions of orcs scattered on the surface of Armageddon. After most of the greenskins were cleared out with the help of naval guns and Astartes, the first day of August had quietly arrived in full swing.

Peace is a preparation for the next war, and happiness is when a city remembers the pain of war during peacetime. Every Armageddonian knows this very well. And now, in the celebration of the Final Holy War, in the carnival of universal celebration, they can finally temporarily forget the pain of war and embrace this little happiness.

Even if this insignificant happiness is the beginning of the next more grand bloody battle. Today is an unforgettable day for any poor person living in the middle and lower nests of the hive city. Any human who is not seriously mutated can receive a free special communion as long as he can say a sentence from the "Holy Word" to the priest and law enforcer who delivers the meal.

Free! Special Holy Communion distributed by Archbishop Richelieu himself, five pounds of safe black bread, three pounds of hot safe potato stew, and an extra bottle of safe Amasek if you can say a complete sentence of more than 20 words. Just a few hundred thousand throne coins won over a large number of people.

Civilians living on a peaceful modern Earth may not be able to imagine the miserable conditions of the people in the hives, but the fact is that these special sacraments of relief meals are the most luxurious gifts they have ever seen, enough to fill the stomachs of a family. It is even the only thing they can brag about to their children.

——"When your uncle was young, Archbishop Richelieu had just taken office. Because I was the one who believed in the Emperor the most in our place, I was rewarded with a meal cooked by Lord Shangchao. Uncle, I have never forgotten the taste of it over the years. In the end, I carefully licked the bread crumbs on my hands, as if the dust on my hands had also been stained with a bit of fragrance..."

"Oh, right! It's called meat and potatoes, a big bowl of meat and potatoes!" The old middle-aged man recalled a bit of happiness in the past, and turbid tears overflowed from his eyes. "Have you ever eaten meat? Real meat, child. Not insects, mice or human flesh, but real meat! It's great, I used to be like a human..."

It was impossible for Salmin and the shipgirl to waste their lives in Armageddon, but during their tenure, Salmin did his best to make the poor, who had always been expendable, live more like human beings. After all, he had a lot of empathy for the people, and the complete education he had received before prevented him from completely degenerating into an imperial man.

A large number of self-defense militia organizations that emerged from the just-concluded Battle of Armageddon were incorporated into the Crusades after passing the basic purity test, giving those who should have been sent back to the hive factory to be squeezed to death for a mouthful of corpse starch a chance to fight.

Joining his Crusades would at least allow them to have a full meal during training. The taste of marching rations and holla sticks was much better than corpse starch, a byproduct of promethium. Dying on the battlefield in the Crusades was a first-class lucky death. If one could survive to the end, a veteran would naturally have a well-paid job in the Warhammer universe.

The Imperial Law Enforcement Corps, the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Navy, the nobles' private army, and even the Inquisition would not reject an elite veteran who had survived Chaos and survived the rotten cans. This was probably the best outcome for the common people of the Empire. In the extremely rigid class society of the Empire, if you were not lucky enough to be favored by the Astartes, the Inquisitor, or the Ecclesiarch, your life would only get worse.

The Astartes would not refuse Thalmin's gifts either. In order to thank the Astartes for voluntarily joining the expedition, Thalmin gave the Ascetics, the Flesh Tearers, and the Blackmane Great Company of Space Wolves twenty Iron Terminator armors, a Stormbird and a Contemptor Dreadnought armor to each regiment.

Don't look at those legions that have hundreds of Stormbirds, thousands of Terminators, and more than a hundred Dreadnoughts. What era was that, and what is the current state of the Empire? It is no exaggeration to say that this gift alone is more valuable than the entire assets of some poor fleet-based battle groups. Even the three think tanks who came to receive the gift were stunned.

This, this, this, you call this a gift? Why didn't you tell us in advance? We thought it was just some ordinary supplies of bombs, chainsaws, and power armor parts, so we only sent the Librarian. We are friends, I will accept the gift first, brother, if you have anything in the future, just tell us directly. Please wait a moment, the Chapter Master and the Chief Librarian will be here soon.

Twenty Iron Knight Terminator armors are very valuable, but the three groups are not poor, so they are stuck here - too valuable as a gift to be accepted, and not enough as a reward for the whole group to fight for (Black Mane Dalian: I want it, I want it!). But with the addition of the following, it is different.

The Sokaren Stormbird and the Contemptor Dreadnought are both sacred relics that disappeared in the dark 41st millennium. They are precious beyond words. They are enough to be part of the glorious history of the chapter. No chapter can refuse such a generous gift from its allies.

And Salmin was very clever. A Sokaren Stormbird could carry 20 Iron Cavalry Terminator armors and one Contemptor Dreadnought armor, a whole assault team! Such an assault team is the god of the head-slaying tactic, which means that it can play a great role in most of the daily battles of Astartes.

After the battle of Acheron's Nest, everyone fell in love with this invincible aerial gunship. Can the fragile Thunderhawk hang in the sky and provide heavy firepower support for several hours? The Sokaren Stormbird does not need air superiority. With the void shield, it can ignore all enemy defenses and penetrate the enemy's hinterland from the air.

When the speed disadvantage of the Iron Terminator and the Contemptor Dreadnought was eliminated by the Stormbird, no enemy could withstand the obvious favorable wind. Suddenly, a hole was blown in their own headquarters, and the next second, a Contemptor Dreadnought and twenty Iron Terminators rushed in their faces.

In the subsequent Crusade of the Last Days, the Astartes will have to fight as mobile forces away from the main fleet. Salmin intends to strengthen these Astartes who will shoulder heavy tactical responsibilities. Simple equipment support is just the beginning. What's the use of even sending another Agamemnon-class high-speed battleship?

Since he could give so many good things to these strange Astartes, how much help could the Black Templars, who had a very good relationship with him, get? The answer is that the Grand Marshal felt that he was being kept.

Chapter 2 Gold Coins

The Grand Marshal really had the illusion that he was being kept by someone. People who didn't know would think that Salmin was the Primarch of the Imperial Fist. However, the Black Templars had their own national conditions. No matter who distributed the things, they always got the largest share.

When the group was split, Dorn kicked out the unfilial son Sigismund, but despite his ruthless words, he actually installed all the good stuff except the Phalanx on the Black Templars, even the Queen of Glory. Unlike someone who only got a bucket of blue paint, I thought he was Guilliman's son.

It is about the same now. The 900+ Ascetics, 500+ Flesh Tearers, and 300+ Space Wolves Blackmane Great Company together have about 2000 Astartes, and what they get is less than one sixth of the 3700+ Black Templars. (Technical adjustment, reducing the number of Flesh Tearers)

As for where Salmin got so many Astartes supplies, it can only be said to be efficient but cruel. 'The troops constructed are similar to the Cursed Legion, but can only exist for three weeks. After three weeks, the survivors will automatically disintegrate and return 25% of the original value of supplies to the remaining troops. 'The corpses will not disintegrate and return supplies.

Fortunately, these A-class demons are different from servants. They have no previous memories when they are summoned again. Otherwise, Salmin might really have to give up this blasphemous way of manufacturing equipment. He only managed to recruit more than 5,000 Astartes, and now he really needs Astartes. A full eight star regions and sub-star regions need Astartes to fill the gaps.

Faith and explosive arrows are not omnipotent. He needs sufficient logistics to ensure the combat effectiveness of the Astartes, rather than sitting back and watching them charge desperately when they run out of ammunition and food like the inhuman Empire. The Astartes are also human beings. Do you really think they like to use chainsaw swords to cut their joints? First the shooting phase and then the charge.

As the Black Templars Eternal Expedition Fleet that will face the first phase of the Plague Fleet and fight the entire battle, Salmin directly said, "Grand Marshal, except for the gene seeds, just tell me the number and I can give you everything." In fact, the gene seeds can be given, but the Black Templars, as the orthodox of the Second Founding of the Imperial Fist, will never accept them. Among these four, only the Ascetic has some possibility.

Even the Grand Marshal, a man who would not blink at the sight of a mountain collapsing in front of him or be startled by a sudden disaster, was delighted when he heard this. He had been coveting the wealthy Alpha for a long time, and today their Primarch had spoken, so he would give out a lot of gold coins.

The old man dropped gold coins! He dropped gold coins twice before, six battleships, and forty storm birds, which shows how wealthy he is. Whoever feeds you is your mother, and since his own primarch hasn't returned yet, why not recognize a godmother? He doesn't think the trust of the Black Templars can be exchanged for the life of the ascended primarch Angron, since they are all loyal primarchs, it doesn't matter who they listen to.

Let me try out the quality of my godmother, the Grand Marshal said with a big stroke. First, two thousand sets of MK4 extreme power armor, to replace the old soldiers with good power armor, and the old ones will be given to the new blood in advance, a win-win situation! Seeing Salmin nodded nonchalantly, "No problem, but you have to change the paint yourself", he probably has some idea in his mind, he is richer than I thought.

Two hundred Iron Knight Terminators were needed. Fleet battles, especially fleet battles between Astartes, required boarding. These old-style Iron Knight Terminators with multi-layer shields were simply invincible in the ship's cabin. He originally wanted to build a new company with one hundred pieces, and he bargained for two hundred pieces and then cut the price in half. Unexpectedly, Salmin agreed directly.

Agreed... Those are Terminators, 200 pieces of Iron Cavalry Terminator armor! The average Chapter can't afford a company of Terminators, and a rich Chapter can only give Chapter Masters, Company Commanders, and Elite Veterans 20 or 30 sets of Indomitable. 200 pieces of Terminators is the output of a large forge world in more than ten years, and at most one-third of these can be distributed to each Chapter.

Is it possible for a regiment to obtain a series of 100 Terminator armors purely through supply, fight for thousands of years without damaging any of them, and get enough honor and prestige to supply the Terminators? Otherwise, how can we say that the Empire is a society of favors. The bloated Empire has most of its resources buried deep in the corners. The Grand Marshal sighed for his luck and decision.

To pay for living expenses, parents should pay attention to their children's grades. Converted to the Astartes, it is the combat power and number of people. What Salmin needs to know is how many people the Black Templars can send to participate in the Last Crusade. This is related to whether several sub-sectors should be temporarily abandoned and the safety of hundreds of billions of imperial citizens.

This empty room was safe enough for Salmin to even show his strategic deployment to the Grand Marshal. His strategy was very strange, both radical and overly conservative. As if sensing the Grand Marshal's doubts, "The core of the holy war is to protect Cadia and keep the enemy thousands of miles away. We must ensure that all enemies are kept outside Mandeville Point."

Cadia is the most solid fortress planet in the Empire. There is no reason to use one shield to protect another shield. Salmin's explanation is worse than nothing. "Mandeville point? Such a defense is too bloated and consumes a lot of troops for nothing. I object." The Grand Marshal really inherited the essence of Dorne and was clear about right and wrong.

"Do you know why the Unification War and the Great Crusade were delayed until 30k?" Salmin did not answer, but asked an irrelevant question instead.

The Grand Marshal remembered what Salmin said at the end of the naval battle, 'The Eye of Terror is a corner of a huge wound that was stitched together by the Necrons and cut open again by the birth of the 'Hungry Lady'. When Cadia is completely destroyed, the Black Stone Array that blocks the Eye of Terror will also be damaged, and the Great Rift will swallow half of the galaxy.'

Is that really the case? The Grand Marshal still chose to believe it. Since the consequences were so serious, it was better to be conservative. As a result, they were forced to send only a small number of troops to fight, and the strategy was mainly defensive. No wonder they needed as many Astartes as possible, as a small group of mortal troops were still too vulnerable in a skirmish.

As a well-known super-birth group, the Black Templars have a lot of children, otherwise they wouldn't ask for so much living expenses. The Eternal Expedition Fleet led by the Grand Marshal alone has 3755 Astartes and 860 unarmored new blood, enough to be divided into 46 company-level combat units.

This is definitely not true in actual combat, but it is still okay to split it into 20 -man teams and bring a naval unit to perform tactical tasks. What era is it? Why don't we play a fleet main battle? With this mobile force to hold back the chaotic Chaos troops, Salmin only needs to wait for time to burst the troops and finally attack. I have already reached Eidolon, Abaddon, can you still avoid the battle?

The three sectors of Caliban, Belia IV, and Nemesistra were abandoned in the heated discussion. In this way, with the help of the ten chapters of the Astartes Governor Chapter, they were confident that they could defend the remaining eight sectors.

As a super-large battle, logistics is an indispensable part. To put it bluntly, the supplies of Salmin are refreshed rather than manufactured. Even the macro cannon shells of conventional warships can only be manufactured by the Mechanicus. In the Dreadshield, even explosive bombs and chainsaws cannot be manufactured. Therefore, the Forge World will be the core of each war zone and cannot be lost.

There are seven forge worlds in the entire Shield of Terror. Apart from the four forge worlds in the Agrippina and Cadia sectors which are already heavily guarded, Sabatorus in the Simchar sector, Modax Prime in Scarus, and Nissastrumro can only be protected by Astartes troops.

In particular, the two forge worlds of Scarus will be responsible for the supply of the three star sectors of Scarus, Scelus, and Medusa, and will definitely become the main target of Chaos' attack. The Simchar sector is a fellow sufferer of Eidolon together with Cadia, and is also the outpost of Agrippina, so it is not much better.

The war games were not stopped until the Chapter Master and Chief Librarian of the Ascetic Chapter arrived at Salmin and the Grand Marshal. Many of the forces they used were little secrets that could not be known to the public. Other Chapters knew little about this crusade, and they thought they were going to stop the Plague Fleet. However, after arriving, the 13th Black Crusade would begin.

Even Salmin himself's secret trip was theoretically forbidden, not to mention how could you know about it before the 13th Black Crusade even started? You said you had no problem, but who would believe it?

Chapter 3 Howling Conflict

After the secret meeting between the two, before the Ascetic Chapter Master Mazar and Chaplain Astado walked through the maze-like luxurious corridors of the Governor's Palace, the entire empty room was rearranged. Sixteen huge figures shrouded in white robes holding gorgeous power axes stood guard on both sides of the gate like sculptures.

That's right, Salmin brought out the Primarch's Guards, and it's impossible for there to be no conflict soon. Previously, the Ascetics Chapter "preserved" the bodies of the Astra Militarum who died in battle because of their own tradition, which angered the Wolf Regiment, and the Black Templars who were attracted by the conflict between the two sides also believed that the Ascetics were desecrating the bodies.

As we all know, the Black Templars are known as the Black Orcs. They started cursing and started fighting. One punch triggered a melee among the three groups. Fortunately, no weapons were used and no blood was shed. Finally, the leaders of the three groups came together to stop this inexplicable fight, but it ended in a bad mood. Disharmony within the coalition is no small matter.

The pre-war meeting initiated by Salmin was to ease the conflict between the two sides. Astartes valued honor more than life. If it is not resolved now, the feud will sooner or later become a blood feud. However, Salmin had already cursed Ragnar in his heart, saying that Bi Erha was really good at making trouble. I remember that it was you who destroyed the eternal harmony between cats and dogs, and now you want to make trouble for me.

Since he knew that the two sides would definitely clash, the existence of this guard could effectively protect the lives of people other than him. You know, a normal Primarch Guard is never used to protect the Primarch, and the Primarchs who can be protected by the Primarch Guard are all unqualified in combat power (outrageous statement).

As for why he wanted to protect the lives of people other than himself, his current guards were two Roens, the ultimate yanderes who would attack when jealous, and they were lucky not to kill. Because Richelieu became an archbishop, the two of them were promoted to Salmin's personal guards, mainly responsible for meeting his physiological needs and dealing with all the little bitches who approached him (including each other).

Look at what monsters are in this room: the stubborn and stubborn Grand Marshal of the Dorne family, the trouble-making bastard Harragnar, the Magyar who looks more like a child of Curze, Gabriel who may fall ill at any time, and two thieves who are extremely yandere but can fight, and if they can't fight, they will wash their hair upside down.

It was a good thing for the Chapter Masters to fight. Warhammer's characteristic was that you didn't know each other until you fought. There were so many people who made friends through fists that it was impossible to count them all. He was afraid that if they got too excited, they would become enemies. The Primarch's Guards and himself were used for this, and the other side was an emergency room with a stasis stance, so it was guaranteed that only the winner would be determined.

After a few minutes of waiting, a tall figure in bone armor walked into the corridor, his steps were slow and deliberate, with a thoughtful solemnity. His breastplate was made of long, curved ribs, and not only that, every piece of the warrior's armor, greaves, thigh armor, arm armor and neck guard were all made of bones.

It can only be said that he is more like a child of Curze than Guilliman, so fond of bones. He carried a huge sickle, the sharp blade gleaming silver, the handle glowing ebony. Behind him was his chaplain, Astaldor, hidden in his hood. His guards were stopped outside by eight Lerna, and only the Chapter Master and the chaplain were allowed to enter with weapons.

The Magyar lord had long silver hair tied into countless braids with crystals that fell to his waist. His coal-black skin was covered with pits and countless wrinkles like the surface of the moon. He had a long, forked white beard that fell to his waist, and the ends were pointed with wax.

It can only be said that he, like his armor, did not give a very good first impression to Salmin. But on the contrary, Magyar was very satisfied with Salmin. Salmin was more than six feet tall and handsome, wearing a standard marshal's coat that was gorgeous but not luxurious, holding a golden spear instead of a marshal's scepter and sitting upright. At first glance, he was a good official who was honest and upright and worked hard. (1.92m)

As soon as Mazar came in, he saluted to Salmin sincerely, "Thank you very much, Lord Admiral Salmin. Elder Sumer's Dreadnought was unfortunately damaged in the battle, and your help allowed this respected elder to continue to serve the God-Emperor. You saved him from an ignominious death, and the Ascetic Chapter will always remember this kindness!"

So that's how it is, then it's not surprising. The destruction of an Elder Dreadnought would be a shame for the entire Chapter, not to mention the situation where only the Dreadnought was damaged in battle and the Elder inside could only wait to die. In this case, the three groups fought without bloodshed before, it seems that the Ascetic Chapter has a very high moral standard. If it were the Wolf Regiment, they would just kill them.

Salmin quickly stood up and returned the gift, saying that the elder himself was the most important, and that contempt and fearlessness were external things. It would be his honor if his gift could help an elder who had fought for mankind for hundreds of years. At the same time, with the war approaching, he hoped that Magyar would consider the friendship between cousins ​​and resolve the conflict through communication (decision) (fighting) to avoid disaster.

Just as the two were bragging about business, the heavy door was suddenly shaken. With a sound that could be heard from inside the door, the entire solid wood door suddenly sank, and a human figure could be vaguely seen. Oh my goodness, they started fighting outside. Now Salmin, who had the best temper among the people present, couldn't hold it back.

His first reaction was to quickly hold down Roan. Fortunately, he acted quickly and caught two tender little hands instead of the ferocious power claws. However, due to this delay, the Grand Marshal stood up. Such a conflict outside was a slap in the face of Salmin and the face of the Primarch!

The Grand Marshal firmly believed that every Astartes had the responsibility to uphold the dignity of the Primarch, even if Salmin was not his own Primarch. He, the Grand Marshal of the Black Templars Helbrecht, must uphold the dignity of Salmin in the name of the Black Templars and Dorn!

With a clang, the Grand Marshal drew out the sword of the Supreme Grand Marshal. It didn't matter whether Salmin was his own Primarch or not. For the first time, the Grand Marshal felt the long-lost care and even love from others. When Salmin quietly watched them kill the Lord of Change, and then in the desperate situation, he killed eight bloodthirsty demons and faced Angron to cover their evacuation...

The Lerners in white robes pushed open the door for the Marshal in anger. A farce appeared in everyone's eyes. As the door opened, a wolf guard rolled down from the door. Ragnar and three wolf guards were fighting with eight unarmed Lerners with sharp blades. It was embarrassing to be beaten by unarmed people.

But this can't be blamed on them. Not to mention the huge gap between the Indomitable on the assembly line and the precision-made special cavalry terminator, the Lerna are the real guards of the Primarch, and Hydra does not have a guard of honor. Ragnar may not win a duel with a Lerna without armor, let alone the current situation.

But it didn't seem like that to the others. You, Ragnar Blackmane, led the Wolf Guards and were beaten up like this by a group of mass-produced white-robed soldiers. Were you defeated by weapons? Well, you should stop being an Astartes and go home to nurse your children. Mazar even laughed out loud 'accidentally', and the hearty laughter made Ragnar, who was fully engaged in the battle, notice the changes here.

Chapter 4: The Traditional Arts of the Wolf Group

At the moment when Ragnar was distracted, a Lernar took the blow from the Wolf Guard and grabbed Ragnar's right hand. The two Lernars who were fighting with Ragnar seized this good opportunity. One grabbed his left hand, and the other punched Ragnar directly in the face. It was not easy to take these two punches from the Terminator.

Even though Ragnar was wearing a helmet, he was treated the same as the Wolf King. He fainted after a few glances. The three Wolf Guards saw the Wolf Lord lying dead, and they were furious and were about to draw their guns. Fortunately, Lerna was quick enough. After releasing the absolute advantage in numbers, he immediately beat the three people to the ground, thus avoiding a major chaos.

After Lerna subdued the five wolf cubs, he naturally saw the dissatisfaction in Salmin's eyes. What should he do if his boss is unhappy? Two Lerna lifted Ragnar up and pulled off his helmet. They didn't care about the blood on his face. The two big guys rushed over and he woke up in an instant. At this time, the Grand Marshal had not yet left the door. Seeing Ragnar's appearance, he lost his mood.

That's it? The Grand Marshal snorted disdainfully, sheathed his sword and sat back down. Mazar, who had a conflict with him, wanted to make a few sarcastic remarks, such as: "So this is the tradition of the Wolf Pack; armed with weapons and unarmed were wiped out", but these words were too hateful. Mazar had just promised Salmin to put the overall situation first, so he just snorted.

Feeling everyone's eyes on him, Ragnar wished he could just die rather than suffer this humiliation. His face turned red with shame, his fangs clenched, but he couldn't break free from the two Lernars. Fortunately, Salmin immediately signaled to let them go, but this was not a good thing - Gabriel Seth, the Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers, had also arrived.

In the chaos, the Flesh Tearers' guards stayed outside in silence. Although the inside and outside were almost the same and the gates were broken, if the Flesh Tearers' guards could get in, wouldn't the Wolf Guards have been beaten in vain? That's right, the cause of the incident was just because the Wolf Guards refused to obey the rules and wanted to force their way in.

Anyway, the five of them sat down in silence. Salmin didn't know what to say. He couldn't just say "I'm here to make you reconcile" after beating someone. If he said that, the wolf cubs would definitely regard it as an insult and drive away a whole war group. The wild wolves had already received the lesson they deserved for their recklessness.

It was not in their interest to continue, it would only destroy their unity. As the initiator of the holy war, he could only come to appease the wolf cubs. In this case, why not hold a banquet. A dram of Fenris Wolf Wine would ensure that these rough Space Wolves would forget everything.

"You have all come here after a long journey, so let me show my hospitality to you. This is also a farewell party for the upcoming Crusade of the End. The six thousand Astartes from the four chapters will fight side by side in the next few years, and together under the banner of the God-Emperor, they will destroy the great enemy of Chaos. A banquet will help you to relieve your fatigue and also be a good opportunity to get to know your comrades in arms."

Gabriel Seth wanted to bring the Chapter back to the Empire's favor, and more importantly, to save it from destruction and bring hope in despair. He was no longer just killing people crazily, but was restraining himself and trying to change the state of the Chapter. Salmin's gift gave him recognition and hope.

Such a Chapter Master would definitely not refuse a grand crusade, and he had no conflicts with anyone, so there was no need for him to refuse a banquet. Salmin had done favors for the Black Templars and the Ascetics, so they would naturally not refuse such a small matter as a banquet. The only person who needed to be persuaded was Ragnar.

Since Salmin dared to propose it, he must have a good idea. When everyone looked at Ragnar, whose face was still red and swollen, he deliberately said, "I have heard that Fenris wolf wine is so strong that even Astartes can get drunk. I wonder if the Wolf Lord is willing to give up his love and ask for some wolf wine to drink - wouldn't it be boring if no one gets drunk at the banquet?"

Ragnar was stunned when he heard about the banquet and drinking wolf wine. Is there such a good thing? Just when he was about to agree, he heard Salmin said, "I heard that the Wolf Lord wants to give the Stormbird to the Black Templars to compensate for the loss in the Acheron Nest. How about this, if the Wolf Lord can drink to the end, I will give the Black Templars another one, how about that?"

Ragnar was overjoyed. "Okay, it's a deal!" He was not afraid of anyone when it came to drinking! When he returned to Fenris for the banquet, he would have something to brag about - I drank wolf wine and brought back a Stormbird, and that's the one I flew back! Can you guys do that? By then, he would be the most handsome guy among the twelve companies.

No longer depressed, Ragnar rushed out and pulled up the wolf guards on the ground, and beat each of them with a big fist. "Sleep your ass off, get up and have a party! Go to our camp and mix two tons of wolf wine to drink these losers down! When we finish drinking, the admiral will give us a storm bird."

Salmin watched with a smile. He did not mention what to do if he lost. It would be better to say that he would just provide the Black Templars with a Stormbird for the Space Wolves. How could the foreign group beat the Space Wolves in drinking wolf wine? Do you understand the meaning of the story of Leman Russ fighting the Emperor and winning two out of three battles, which made the Emperor so angry that he beat him up?

Salmin, Ron and a group of Astartes sat down in the open-air reception square. Smooth marble stones were brought over to serve as seats. The long table was filled with various appetizers: seafood soup, salty Grox meat sandwiches, Parovin pastries, jam bread, egg tarts and various expensive fruits such as apples and peaches. Of course, there was no amino oatmeal porridge.

The atmosphere relaxed, and the four regiments talked about the previous war under the mediation of Salmin. All the people present were Astartes heroes with great achievements. Each of them had countless merits and countless dangers to talk about. The more they relaxed, the more they talked. Soon, five huge ovens were transported to the reception square where they were now.