The wolf feast hosted with great enthusiasm by the lord of the Five Hundred Worlds came to an end amid a cheerful atmosphere.
The two sides held discussions on Psyker training and achieved significant results.
Fafnir Bloodbrother, representative of the Space Wolves, expressed his willingness to share Fenrisian rune power with the Ultramarines, advancing the brother legion's development of Psychic regulations.
Thanks to his Primarch-level physique, Guilliman successfully defeated Fafnir in their drinking contest. Even so, after consuming too much Fenrisian mead, Roboute's cheeks remained flushed for a long time.
He felt his stomach protesting. Those fierce additives and promethium churned within it, giving him the rare illusion of being slightly drunk.
But from another perspective, Fafnir was indeed formidable. He had confronted Roboute Guilliman with the body of an Astartes and only collapsed after barely enduring dozens of rounds.
"If Russ had been the star of last night's spectacle, I would have been the one to fall." Guilliman's tone carried a trace of lingering fear. "My Wolf King brother has an appetite that even the Emperor Himself conceded defeat to."
Lox sat in an armchair nearby. Naturally, he knew the story of the Wolf King's return. In fact, he had carefully read every record concerning the Emperor.
He looked forward to the day he would meet the Emperor. Many of his questions would finally be answered.
The Emperor and the Wolf King had held three contests, yet in eating meat and drinking wine, He had lost to Leman Russ.
Guilliman reclined in a leather chair made to fit his proportions, every muscle relaxed as he closed his eyes and savored this rare moment of rest.
Not long ago, Alpha Legion assassins had tried to kill him here.
The shattered furniture, the walls, floor, and ceiling riddled with holes, as