Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Russ was squatting in the corridor of the magnificent palace, holding his Freki and Gerry. The fur of the wild wolves was smooth. One reminded Russ of a handful of gray snow that fell from a tree branch into the stove in the wind and snow of Fenris. The other was like the golden moon rippling in the cup of mead by the fire. wheel.

"I have a new brother, ha." Russ stroked one of Freki's ears. The wolf shook his head and threw away his hand.

"What's the matter, Brother Wolf?" Russ licked his canine teeth, savoring the aftertaste left in his mouth after saying the word in High Gothic. "Didn't I introduce you to my brothers of the original body?"

"You didn't introduce their names, Leman Russ." Morse threw away his transformed protective clothing, pushed open the door and walked out, "This is not an introduction to your original brothers."

Ruth sat down with his support on the ground, and his cloak fell to the ground and turned into a large gray-black soft cushion suitable for spreading in front of the stove in the cold winter. In this way he brought a part of Fenris to Terra.

"You haven't introduced yourself, but I still allowed you to examine my wild wolves, scientists. What problems were found?"

"It's all a problem," Morse said, "but I'm too lazy to solve it. Your genetic defect doesn't affect combat, does it?"

"Here's the throne," Russ muttered, "you are just like the Emperor. As long as an ax can split a human skull like wood, it doesn't matter what its name is or what color it is painted.

"Your performance is too exaggerated. I look like someone who is dissatisfied with the Emperor?"

Ruth laughed at this statement.

Morse understood Ruth's laughter and decided to pretend not to hear it.

He arrived before the Iron Warriors reached Terra. The task of testing these legion gene seeds will not be abandoned just because it is interrupted once.

He first tested the Iron Warriors, and after being deeply satisfied, he checked the Luna Wolves and Space Wolves. His next target was the Fifteenth Legion, but Leman Russ's appearance in the middle of the road was really not what he expected. In this case, he didn't mind chatting.

"You've met your new brother," Morse said. "What do you think?"

"Oh, Magnus is too wary of my amulet," Russ pulled up a string of baubles on his chest, "but he's a psychic master - don't give me that suspicious look, he can see me here Using psychic powers, should I still say that this is the Wolf Eye Stone picked up by the Rune Priest’s Mist Body in the Ocean of Souls?”

"Your father doesn't like your use of the word 'psionic' very much," Morse said.

"That's why I think Magnus is worth confessing to, scientist."

"The emperor is the scientist, and I am a craftsman." Morse nodded at Russ, "There has always been a distance between the cutting-edge of science and technology and me. Don't underestimate the primitiveness of my life."

"Oh, it seems that this is the only thing that makes Perturabo different from you. Russ leaned forward and stared into Morse's eyes briefly. Then he looked away, and the Wolf King's muscles relaxed again.

"You raised him? No, that's not surprising. Everyone should have a father, or a mother."

"Not everyone has a father or a mother," Morse replied. "You're the first person to say directly that I assume that identity, but teacher and father are two nouns."

"Oh." The Wolf King shrugged his shoulders, causing the smooth stones hanging from the ends of his thick braid to rub against his breastplate. His armor was hung with a mass of knots, leather, and tusks engraved with miniature emblems. "Well, you are a teacher. I heard that Magnus also had a teacher. Dear Horus only recognizes the Emperor, while I recognize my wolf brothers.

"He's Freki, and this is Gerry." Russ patted the front legs of the yellow wolf and the gray wolf respectively. "I once had a wolf family until Tangier of the Rus tribe hunted my wolf mother."

Morse made eye contact with Gerry's wolf eyes. After checking the genes of the wild wolves, he found that the meaning of the word Fenrisian wolf was not very traditional. But he decided to skip the topic for now.

The Wolf King stood up straight and stretched. The palace made the surface of his storm-gray armor float with fire-like gold, and his face was as pale as marble beneath his beard.

"Horus is a good brother. So are Magnus and Perturabo." The Wolf King said, "I really want to know who will win in a fight between us. At least Horus refused to fight me." He regretted say.

"Tell Perturabo not to wear armor, you can hit both of them." Morse showed no mercy to Perturabo, "And Magnus? Be careful of the psychic storm on his fist."

Russ grinned, and in this brief moment, the unique softness of the season after the cold winter flashed across this rough face that belonged to a warrior and a king.

"That's great, I'm going to like him," he said.

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"Perturabo, I have something urgent." Magnus pushed open the door and entered with an anxious expression.

Perturabo immediately put down the carving knife in his hand and waved away the circle of people who were watching around him.

"What's the matter?" The Lord of Iron asked calmly, clenching his fists under the Masonry Club's workbench.

"Oh, I mean, not in such a hurry..." Magnus noticed the movement of the muscles on Perturabo's arm, and was ashamed to find that he had caused his brother to misunderstand. He spread his hands and explained: "I just found that I really can't come up with a name for my legion. How did you name it?"

Perturabo picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, and invited Magnus to sit on the sofa with him: "I took them to fight aliens once. After the fight, I knew what to name them."

"This..." Magnus scratched his half-length red hair tangledly, "But the first meeting between me and the heir should be peaceful..."

"Then think about their characteristics?"

"I don't know them at all." Magnus' face became even more depressed. "If I don't come up with a good name, they will have problems with me when we first meet."

"In fact, they are naturally close to us." In front of his closest brothers, the father of the Iron Warriors' unchanging expression showed a small amount of pride that could not be concealed. "You can be bolder. Or you can think about your legion. idea?"

"I have never led a legion before," Magnus covered his face and sounded a little desperate, "Do I still need to come up with a concept for them?"

Perturabo patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, Mors laughed at me when I made up the slogan, at least he won't laugh at you. Do you have any ideas for a name now?"

"Okay," Magnus slowly took his hands away from his face, a confused mist floating in his golden eyes.

"What I think is that we will be a legion full of psykers in the future." He twitched the corners of his mouth when he mentioned one of the words. "Although psionic powers are dangerous, they are still inseparable. So I hope they can start from I have gained enough warning from my experience to use my psychic powers properly.”

"That makes sense." Perturabo nodded. "very suitable."

Magnus took a breath: "After the disaster, everything is dust. But will the children of dust sound too unfriendly?"

"This sounds a bit like a curse," Perturabo said. "Your descendants will be quietly aggrieved, because your mistakes are passed on to your legions."

"I know," Magnus said frustratedly, "I definitely wouldn't name it that way, but I really can't figure out how to change it."

Perturabo blinked. "Perhaps you could choose to change one of the words, my brother."