Chapter 173 Runes are a good thing

The impression and style of the Space Wolves is indeed that of a group of reckless, impulsive, primitive and barbaric guys.

They never feel bound by too many etiquette and rules, they are free and spontaneous and do whatever they want.

But this does not mean that they are really barbarians. In a sense, the Space Wolves have a lot in common with the White Scars of Chogorith.

They just look “barbaric” on the outside.

And when the topic came to the overall reputation of the Space Wolves and the honor of Wolf King Leman Russ, these unscrupulous wolves had to be extremely cautious.

The Wild Wolves call themselves the All-Father’s executioners and law enforcers. They are completely loyal to Russ and the All-Father. They even believe that the Sixth Legion is the most loyal and unshakable of all the legions.

“Captain Guilliman, are you doubting the loyalty of the Son of Russ?”

“At the Nicaea Council, the Wolf King and the Rune Priests accused the Thousand Sons of practicing witchcraft, which has long proved our zero-tolerance attitude towards psychic power.”

Roche immediately took advantage of the situation. They had already prepared a contingency plan. No matter how the Space Wolves defended themselves, he and Guilliman could continue to pursue them.

“The Wolf King’s attitude is admirable, but your Rune Priests attribute their power to the natural gift of Fenris rather than the sorcery of the Warp. From an objective point of view, isn’t this a double standard?”

“Why do the Thousand Sons use psychic sorcery, and you use the rune power from Fenris? Logically, this doesn’t make sense, because according to the Duck Principle, these are the same thing.”

Roche’s aggressive questioning made Faffnal feel embarrassed. If the real body of this mortal consultant was here, he would definitely not mind making Roche taste blood.

The Space Wolves’ reputation for barbarity is not just due to how barbaric they appear, but also because these Sons of Russ really don’t mind doing some crazy things.

Faffnir had no problem tearing apart a mortal who insulted the Space Wolves in front of Roboute Guilliman.

“Faffnar, I believe you should be able to give me a reasonable explanation.” Guilliman played the good guy and “gently” pointed out a clear way for the wolves.

“Explain the difference between rune power and psychic power, and the difference between a rune priest and our think tank curator.”

Roche and Guilliman applied pressure from both sides, one playing the bad guy and the other playing the good guy, and methodically led the wolves into a pre-set situation.

Rus’s messenger’s brain worked rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, he had come up with an answer.

“Captain Guilliman, if you insist on thinking that runic power and psionics are the same thing, you are wrong.”

Faffnar stared at the think tank director’s face and said, “Our rune priests use the power of storms. They don’t use random powers like psykers do. This power is absolutely safe and harmless. It’s not like psykers that can easily get out of control.”

“You and I both know that once a psyker loses control, he or she will become a physical channel connecting the real universe and the sea of ​​souls. They will scream and wail and become a portal to lead those stinking subspace creatures to our world.”

“But Rune Priests don’t. Their power is condensed in runes. It is safe and reliable.”

Guilliman smiled with a confident look on his face.

Self-evidence is a trap. When you need to prove your innocence through self-evidence, no matter how you argue, it is meaningless.

Faffnir may not be stupid, but he is not smart either. He tried his best to refute the power of runes, but he has already eliminated the barrier between psychic power and rune power.

“So, as long as our psychic power is safe and reliable enough, we can call it another kind of power?”

Luo Xi grasped the key words and attacked directly.

“According to the Duck Law, if the power used by our Librarian is similar enough to the Rune Priests of the Wild Wolves, whether it is safety, reliability, or attack mode, then the Ultramarines can also use rune power.”

When the Wild Wolves and the Ultramarines sat down at the negotiating table, the outcome was already decided.

The Wild Wolves have never been a legion that is good at debate. They are the Emperor’s law enforcers and executioners, not his judges.

Compared to Guilliman, Faffnir is still too young.

The Alpha Wolf shut his mouth completely. He was no fool; even if he was slow to react, he could see that Guilliman and that annoying mortal advisor were aiming to muddy the waters. If someone in the crowd was tainted, they would be ostracized and isolated.

But if everyone has stains, then who will despise whom?
Faffnir wondered what the Wolf King would do if he were here. He couldn’t let the rhythm be set by Guilliman and that damn mortal.

Ruth, what would Ruth do?
The great Lord of Fenris would knock Guilliman to the ground with a punch. The weapon of criticism is not as good as the criticism of the weapon. The best way to face the self-proving trap is not to refute with reason and evidence.

Instead, I should grab the chainsaw axe and chop that whining guy in half from head to toe!
“Enough, enough!”

“Stop talking about that damn duck, stupid bird!”

Faffnir swore to the All-Father that for the first time he was disgusted by the feathered beasts.

“Captain Roboute, let’s stop this meaningless dispute.” Even the stubborn wolf understood that it was meaningless for them to continue to argue.

“Let us put aside the matter of the ban on Nikea, you are right in one point, we cannot sit still and wait for death: as for what should be done with you, that is a matter for the All-Father and Russ.”

Luo Xi frowned slightly. These wild wolves… are so arrogant.

They call themselves the Emperor’s Executioner, so what right does Leman Russ have to deal with another Primarch?
“No wonder so many people hate the Space Wolves, but not many people hate the White Scars.”

“Both are barbarian characters, but the former is a space husky that is hated by everyone and everyone, while the latter is a mysterious outsider with a low sense of presence.”

Guilliman released his hand from Faffnir’s shoulder, and the Wolf Warrior was finally able to move his shoulder. He was completely unable to move after being held by the Primarch.

“In the future, I will monitor you more carefully and comprehensively. Chief Roboute, and you, the evil spirit who uses psychic power.” Faffnal still insisted on his point of view, which was already a full concession.

The Primarch showed a satisfied expression. It was even more difficult to make these Space Wolves surrender than to command a landing operation.

The first phase of the banquet has ended, so it’s time to move on to the second phase.

“Faffnir, cheers to our friendship.”

“Faffnar, cheers to Leman Russ.”

“Faffnir, cheers to the eternal life of the empire.”

Guilliman raised another wineskin, now filled to the brim with deadly Fenrisian mead.

Watching the actions of the Lord of the Ultramarines, the alcoholic Space Wolf suddenly felt something was wrong.

When this ambitious Primarch smiles at you, you should be worried that you might fall into his carefully set trap again.

Having suffered a loss once, Faffnir was not willing to be fooled again, but he could not resist Guilliman’s hospitality and was forced to drink another full pot of Fenrisian mead.

Even the Space Wolves are not completely immune to this kind of drink from an extremely cold planet. If they drink too much, they are in danger of poisoning.

The other wolves in the hunting pack were not allowed to intervene in this drinking war, as resisting the drinking was the greatest insult to a Fenris man.

They would rather be poisoned by liquor than give in to a drinking contest.

Faffnir’s deputy Busorin looked at the Alpha Wolf with a heroic expression. If Faffnir was drunk to death by Guilliman, he would be the new Alpha Wolf.

“Faffnar, what you said makes sense. Our think tank director is indeed not as good as your rune priest.” Guilliman had a warm smile on his face, and his tone was as gentle as the spring breeze.

“Runes are good things. As a brother legion and the only remaining loyalists, I think we need to share our advantages. I think Russ will not refuse this proposal.”

“Come, tell me more secrets of the Runes of Fenris.”

Faffnar was shivering, and he suddenly felt that the cobalt blue giant who was pouring wine to him in front of him had changed his appearance and turned into an indescribable monster as big as a mountain.

This is clearly a Kraken sea monster that intends to eat them all up!
(End of this chapter)