Warhammer 40k: Shattered Steel Soul

Manicino rested against the temple's pillars and touched his comrade's leather gauntlets. The weather in Illyrium this season is pretty good. There are a few sparse withered grass sprouting from the bare mountain rocks. The soldier next to him is pulling out a piece of weed from the ground, stuffing it between the two rows of back teeth and grinding it idly. .

"What are you doing?" said the soldier. "Can't wait any longer?"

"Why am I in a hurry?" Manicino replied, "How long will it take Lord Guilliman to ask us to retreat? Even if I am anxious, neither of us can squeeze into the front row and we can't see what Lord Guilliman is doing with those barbarian chiefs. conversation."

"Then don't poke me." The warrior continued to bite his piece of grass and squinted his eyes, as if this could dispel the messy bloody smell in the temple.

Robert Guilliman was ordered by King Conor to put down another barbarian rebellion in Illyrium. As soon as he arrived here, he led his army to bypass the tight defense line in this resistance area, took a small path and broke into Illyrium's secret temple to kill them all.

No one knows how their young but overly tall commander Robert Guilliman found the well-hidden secret temple of the barbarians, but as soon as they saw the tombs of the barbarian ancestors scattered around the temple, everyone knew they were in the right place.

When the priests and guards of the temple fell one after another like wheat blown down by the wind in the light reflected by Guilliman's sword, the barbarians came from all directions, desperate to break away from their well-constructed fortresses and ran to protect them. Robert Guilliman's talent for war was fully demonstrated when they visited their holy lands and ancestors. He drives the rebellious barbarians into a path leading to nowhere, like a swimming fish into a net or pot.

The soldiers were waiting for the commander's order to catch all the barbarians who were stupid enough to leave the defense line. But they were ordered to retreat.

Lord Guilliman is due alone with the barbarian chieftain in a one-on-one duel.

Manichino poked the soldier next to him on the arm armor again, this time changing the position and slapping the opponent on the forearm. He received a punch from his comrade for this, but of course, it was not very strong.

"What's wrong with you?" the soldier growled in displeasure, "You're so annoying lately?"

"Let's make a bet on how many chieftains Lord Guilliman can kill." Manichino said. "If I lose, I will give you all the dinars I earned this month. If you lose, give me a dinar." Naal is enough.”

"You boy, you can live comfortably without relatives." The soldier spat out the grass in his mouth. After Manicino joined the army six months ago and made several jokes about the fact that he had no elders, no lover, no children, everyone also Start making jokes about this annoying guy. "I bet three."

"Only three?" Manicino said. "Lord Guilliman can defeat at least thirty chieftains with his bare hands. You will definitely lose."

"After killing three chiefs, how can a fourth dare to come forward? Remember to pay when you go back." The soldier scratched the healing scar on his arm and resisted scratching it. Although Macragge's medical conditions meant that they didn't have to worry about infection and other problems, it was not a problem to always be unable to control their hands.

"Is this going to cost money?" Manicino also pulled a piece of grass from the ground. After noticing the blood of the temple priest on the grass stem, he threw it away in disgust.

The warrior shrugged: "Don't plan to get into debt just because you are tall and strong. How many are you betting on? Thirty people? Then you just haven't considered what kind of cowards those chiefs are."

"No, you can't win." Manicino grinned mysteriously, "Because I bet zero."

"What kind of barbarian must it be that Lord Guilliman can't kill any of them?" The soldier stared at Manicino in surprise.

To the Macraggeans, Robert Guilliman was a legend through and through.

Ever since Conor Guilliman suddenly announced that he had an adopted son one day, the little Guilliman who appeared in front of people has grown taller and taller day by day. However, as a few years passed, he rose from a boy to an extremely astonishing figure. giant.

No mortal can defeat Roboute Guilliman, even if the giant who is facing a duel with his bare hands is a consensus that does not need to be emphasized.

"You really have no sensitivity to worldly affairs." Manicino said, "He will not kill any more chieftains today, whether with bare hands or with a knife. You only think about the chieftains, why don't you think about our Robert Guilliman ? He knows the barbarians so well that he even uncovered their secret temples. If Lord Guilliman just wants to kill all the barbarians, why bother?"

He made a gesture and used his hand as a knife to chop back and forth on the stone.

"He dueled with the rebel barbarians according to their rules." The soldier said, "I think this is smart enough."

Manicino shook his head: "I still bet zero."

They were waiting at the edge of the temple. Lady Tarasa Yuden, the housekeeper, followed Robert Guilliman and participated in the core part of the mission to conquer the rebels. The soldiers who were ordered to retreat crowded in the front row and tried to get through the gaps in the heads of their comrades in front. I could see a close-up view of the duel, and the soldiers piled up in the rear could only find things to do on their own.

They were not allowed to actually touch the ancestral graves of these rebel mountain barbarians, nor were they allowed to continue their killing spree. Roboute Guilliman's extraordinary foresight ensures that his decisions always have a reason, and the warriors carefully obey his orders.

While waiting, they seemed to see several bright meteors streaking across the top of the Illyrium Mountains. Regarding this strange but fleeting thing, the soldiers discussed for a while and were forced to stop - because the giant was walking out of the valley, unharmed and dazzling.

Robert Guilliman wears gold and blue armor, and is accompanied on the left and right sides by the Chamberlain Jotun and the barbarian leader holding an ancient golden ring. His unparalleled demigod appearance was born out of the mundane but higher level of handsome outline. Summarizing all the coins in Macragge with the Archon's head for countless years, from the best of each face Picking a few lines here and there and combining them, Robert Guilliman jumped out of the surface of the coin and came to the front of the person. For such an extraordinary person, his body of more than three meters tall naturally became a supplement and emphasis on his noble status, while his intelligence and talent were another manifestation of brilliance and sublimity.

The warriors didn't know how Guilliman completed an unknown peace negotiation in the valley. Perhaps it had something to do with the extra golden ring in the chief's hand. In any case, the sincerity of the barbarians almost jumped out of their rough faces, and the depth of caring in Ms. Euton's expression was quite touching.

"Dueling is their rule." Manicino stood up with the army and stood at attention in front of Robert Guilliman, even though the blond giant might not be able to see him. "Not ours. Our rules are peace and negotiation, so Lord Guilliman will definitely bring them into our rules."

The warrior snorted, "Jean, you are too tall, blocking my sight. I can't see Lord Guilliman."

Manichino stretched out his hand: "One dinar."

The warrior clapped his palms. "Give it back to you. How much money have you won from us in total!"