Chapter 250 The Rise of the Primarch: Ten Thousand Years of War

The banquet hall was very lively, with blue and gray warriors singing and dancing here, and the laughter gradually reached a climax with the spilling of drinks, especially the long table on the east side of the banquet hall.

Ragnar stood on the table, with the Emperor on top. How could this table support an Astartes to climb up? I believe Caul and the Adeptus Mechanicus would be interested in inspecting the structure of this long table, but now

No, because Ragnar is still standing on it and writing a lot about it.

The young cub of the Space Wolves stood on the long table, holding an extra-large Fenrisian wine glass in his hand. The wine in it was splashing around as Ragnar kept waving his arms and shouting, but this was incompatible with the onlookers below.

Compared with the other warriors, they are not much worse. After all, these young warriors have the same enthusiasm as Ragnar.

The young warriors of the Space Wolves and Ultramarines were surrounding. They held their glasses and cheered enthusiastically beside Ragnar. They were bragging as Ragnar held an important part of the Fenrisian celebration feast on the long table.

"Do you know what I met outside that shabby church? I met a huge, ugly demon of Khorne!" Ragnar roared at the top of his voice, drinking as he swung his arms.

Swirling it around, patches of golden orange water stains were sprinkled on the table.

The surrounding soldiers cheered, waving drinks in their hands, and large amounts of alcohol spilled on their power armor. I'm sure they will be taught a lesson by their respective sergeants tomorrow, but now they are obviously still

Not realizing this, he was listening enthusiastically to Ragnar's bragging.

"I had a fight with a Chaos traitor before that! He was a strong warrior, with an elbow as thick as a Leman Russ cannon barrel! Swinging the chain ax was like firing a cannonball, swish, swish, swish.

So many people were hacked to death.”

Ragnar stood on the wine table and waved his arms vividly. He shouted and showed how the traitor slashed people, "Do you know what I did to him? I threw him over my shoulder.

Fly to the wall and chop off his head with an axe! In the name of All Father!"

Ragnar raised his arms and shouted, and the surrounding warriors cheered, but Olaf, who was standing among their sons, sighed speechlessly. He was there and knew what happened, so he knew that Ragnar was bragging now.

, probably exaggerating the actual combat effect by ten times? It may also be a conservative estimate.

But you know, this is the young man of Fenris, so Olaf decided to respect the ancient customs passed down from Leman Russ and decided to keep silent about it.

Seriously, if Vito was in Olaf, he could ask Vito how their original body, Leman Russ, bragged after the war. As the best cowhide master in the universe, he could compare himself with a

The three- to four-meter-tall warriors in heavy armor had a fight, boasting that they were wrestling with a 100-meter-tall frost giant.

Apparently Ragnar has perfectly inherited the talent of his genetic father, and his bragging skills are vivid, vivid and exciting. Now he is standing on the table, walking around and gesticulating.

"Then that ugly monster appeared. The monster was carrying an ax and wanted to fight with the warrior. Ha! Then he found the right person!" Ragna shouted loudly and punched in the air.

The warriors cheered enthusiastically again, and Loken, who was standing among them, looked at the young people on the table with a joking smile.

"I had a fight with it. It was definitely a wonderful battle, even more exciting than the Saga Epic! It slashed, I dodged, slashed and thrust, it charged, I blocked, it was a sword duel." Ragna said directly.

Pulling out the chain axe, he shouted and waved it over his head, drawing cheers.

"That monster is taller than a mountain. I think it's 150 meters high! It blocked the sky and hit me hard, but I blocked it all!"

Look, what did I say? It's super doubled, isn't it?

Ragnar held the battle ax and made gestures on the table. He raised the huge battle ax and strode forward towards the side. Finally, he turned around and slashed with the axe. The roaring chain ax slashed through the long table, leaving wood chips behind.

and the remains of dinner plates flying everywhere.

Although the soldiers were smashed by the remains of food and drink, they all shouted passionately. They held their wine glasses high and shouted like the people on the table.

"I climbed up a mountain, jumped over to the monster on the cliff, and then cracked its head open with an axe! The giant fell to the ground, like a landslide!" Ragnar pulled out the chain saw.

Ax howled and said, he took a big sip of vodka freely, and the wine flowed down the gap in his beard. Ragnar suddenly opened his arms after drinking half a glass of wine at once, and the wine in his mouth was the same as the one in his mouth.

The hair from his beard was flying everywhere.

He laughed heartily, and the young warriors cheered and laughed with him. Apparently no one noticed the outrageousness of these stories, but this was a Fenrisian banquet.

Ragnar looked around, and laughed when he saw Lancelot walking over. The latter walked from the parking deck with a power sword on his arm with a tired look on his face. The Thunderhawk transporting them behind him had just taken off.

"Lancelot! My good brother, why do you look like you swam from Caliban?" Ragnar laughed and jumped off the long table. He held the wine glass and strode forward. Lancelot

He straightened his sword belt with a wry smile on his face.

"Try to see if you're tired of fighting a Great Unclean One with all the ugly, disgusting shit around him."

"Okay, stop complaining. Father! Why do you stink so much? Did you fall into the manure pit after being beaten?"

Ragnar complained when he stepped forward and put his arms around Lancelot's shoulders. The latter rolled his eyes and snatched the wine glass from Ragnar's hand. Lancelot drank the remaining half of the glass of wine and suddenly drank it.

Smash it to the ground.

"What the hell, nonsense! Try the effect of being sprayed with the blood of that bastard!" Lancelot complained loudly, while Ragnar laughed jokingly and stepped back, blocking the surrounding warriors.

He looked at Lancelot like a monkey.

"Everyone go back! Be careful, he is poisonous." Ragnar said with a smile, while the soldiers laughed behind him holding wine glasses. When Lancelot sighed silently, Bell came from beside him. Bell's behavior

The white armor was also obviously dyed, turning into some kind of dirty light yellow.

"I have thoroughly sterilized everyone, and I have done at least ten inspections and nano-level sterilization, so you don't have to worry that we will come back with some weird plague."

Bell said and patted the stain on his shoulder. He tried to clean it but obviously failed. Bell's expression was very uncomfortable. As a pharmacist, he has a strong tendency to be mysophobic. Now his armor is simply a nuisance to him.

torture.

"And Master Celestine's protective aura is indeed very effective. None of us have contracted the disease, so we are safe both biologically and spiritually." Bell continued, but Ragnar said

He laughed and pointed at them.

"But it stinks." "Shut up, you don't need to tell us!"

Ragna smiled and looked at the source of the sound. Celestine walked from a distance with a disgusted look on her face. She was followed by Delantius, who was holding a halberd and walking calmly behind the living saint, but

Completely opposite to the calm and calm Delantius, Celestine even has the desire to kill.

"I burned my whole body with holy fire, but the stench just won't go away! Does that damn fat man Nurgle mean to disgust me?!" The little angel cursed loudly, and she even raised her stinking hair in front of her face.

Anger filled her heart, and blazing fire instantly shot out from her dharma beams.

Delantius consciously stepped aside, while Ragnar and the warriors praised him in admiration. Celestine clenched his fists in annoyance and looked around for that guy.

"Where's Vito?! That old bastard, I'm going to beat the hell out of him!" Celestine scolded angrily, while Loken walked out of the soldiers with a smile and held a wine glass. He asked Delantius to talk to each other.

He nodded and looked at her with a smile.

"He and Lord Guilliman went up to the top of the tower to talk about business. You can beat him tomorrow. And in order to prevent him from making up jokes to make fun of you when he is beaten, you'd better take a shower." Loken smiled.

Said, he raised his glass of wine in greeting to Celestine, who was scratching his hair in annoyance.

"Bell! Take me to your bathhouse. Damn it, I will kill him tomorrow!" Celestine said, pushing Bell towards the exit of the banquet hall. The few people who stayed there couldn't help but look at her.

laughed out loud.

"Aha!" Ragnar laughed and suddenly moved forward to hug Lancelot. Of course, he didn't care about the smell at all. After all, his usual hygiene style was such that Bell could wield the chain sword and punish him.

kind.

"Where are your mysterious brothers? Didn't they come to the victory banquet?" Ragnar asked with a smile, while Lancelot sighed helplessly and shook his head, "No, besides, it's hard for me to believe that Dark

The angels would have something like a "banquet" and they would go back to the ship after the fight."

"Damn, what a bunch of boring people, as boring as Eisenstein!" Even so, Ragnar still looked around for Eisenstein, and only continued to shout loudly after making sure that he was not around.

"But it doesn't matter, you can attend the banquet on their behalf, come with us!" Ragnar hugged Lancelot and walked towards the soldiers with a laugh. The recruits of the Space Wolves and Ultramarines cheered on both sides, and the two

Go among them.

"Don't you think I stink?" Lancelot said with a smile, taking a glass of wine from a soldier's hand, while Ragnar laughed and clinked the glass with him before taking a sip of wine.

"Did I tell you that story? I took a dagger out from under the carcass of a mammoth on Fenris, and the smell was much stronger than yours!"

Loken stood behind them and looked at the young people walking away. He turned around and smiled at Delantius. Loken picked up a glass of wine from the table and handed it to Delantius. The latter took the glass and smiled slightly.

With a smile, the two thousand-year-old veterans cheered each other up.

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While the banquet hall was filled with singing and dancing, it was not so lively on the high tower above the Extreme Fortress. A dark and silent atmosphere surrounded the place, and the laughter and singing seemed to have become a vague phantom of another world.

The thin gauze curtain undulated with the wind blowing from the open colonnade, and the hazy moonlight shone on it, reflecting bursts of gravel-like flashes. The moonlight extended all the way forward from the edge of the room, extending to the white

On the desk, it also shines on the blue arm sitting on the steps in front of the desk.

He sat in front of the huge desk, which was specially customized for the original body. There were many books stacked around him, or more accurately, diaries.

Guilliman sat on the steps and looked at the book in his hand. He looked at everything on the page with a solemn expression. Each primarch had its own outstanding characteristics, and for Guilliman it was photographic memory and memory.

He quickly mastered knowledge, so it took him some time to read these books, and he also understood what the empire is like today.

Guilliman closed the book and sat on the ground lamenting, the moonlight shining on his weathered face, as if the Primarch had really grown old in his eternal sleep.

"This used to be my father Connor's study. I would play here when I was very young and watch him deal with all kinds of difficult and thorny problems. When I grew up, this became my study. I am here

Knows the betrayal of Horus, the Crusade of Shadows and all."

"But all of that, all of that, everything I have ever experienced here is far worse than this, this. Damn it." Guilliman held his head sadly, his power fist on his head slightly.

Tightening her hair, she gently ran her fingers through the golden hair.

He lowered his head in agony and sighed endlessly, "Rather than letting me see all this, it would be better for Fulgrim to kill me right then and there."

"I know, Loken had the same reaction." Vito stood on the edge of the study and looked at the city below. A few lights had been lit up in the City of Glory, and the planet was recovering from the war.

"I have also told you what I have done in the past ten thousand years, and I have told you everything I have said to Loken." Vito said while standing in the moonlight, with Guilliman behind him sitting in the dim room.
To be continued...