Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

After Guilliman and Dorn severely suppressed Riemann, Ohm closed the Codex Astartes and said to the King of the Five Hundred Worlds: + As mentioned in your book, divide the Primaris Space Marines into They were deployed in batches to various regiments, allowing them to directly assume the positions of non-commissioned officers and company commanders.Wouldn’t those old Space Marines who have been fighting for the Empire for years have any objections to this? +

"Your Majesty, it is as you said."

Guilliman straightened out the Roman robe that was torn by Riemann's bite, raised his hand to straighten the slightly crooked laurel wreath on his head, and said: "It is precisely because they are of the old type, whether it is the corruption of evil gods or their command and judgment on the battlefield. In terms of strength, they are unable to compete with the Primaris Space Marines who possess the Hymn Pituitary Gland.

"Of course, I am not giving up on these valuable veterans. They will be recalled and transformed into Primaris. When they return to the Legion again, they will have the opportunity to prove that they are more suitable for the position of leading soldiers than those new recruits. At the same time, This will also help to stimulate a competitive relationship between the old Space Marines and the Primaris Space Marines, who will fight tooth and nail to prove that they are the best Imperial warriors."

Ohm looked at the regular Gothic letters written by Guilliman himself on the cover of the book in his hand. They were as dull and square as if they were carved by a machine, but they were the result of the precise cooperation of countless gears and screws.He said softly: +This is a blood exchange. +

To break up the existing rigid legion hierarchy again, let the soldiers who were originally comfortable in their positions feel the pressure from the younger generations.

There are only two paths left in front of them: one is to accept the Primaris transformation and prove to everyone that they are indeed capable of taking on the responsibility; the other is to just fall down and become soldiers under command.

The Astartes, or every Imperial, has a strong and almost pathological sense of honor. They will never allow a stupid young man who has never even been on the battlefield to ride on them immediately after undergoing a few additional surgeries. On the head!

They are bound to take back their own honor and prove that they can protect humanity better than the newcomers!

If this order is carried out, it will inevitably lead to fierce conflicts between old and new forces in various legions, but... why is this wrong?

As long as they are fighting for humanity, as long as they do not miss the chance to defend themselves against foreign enemies due to internal fighting, and as long as the various Primarchs still control their legions closely, this conflict will only become nourishment for the growth of new and old warriors.

Guilliman measured the Emperor's face carefully: "What do you mean?"

+I agree.But when a Primaris Space Marine first joins the Legion, the highest position they can get is a sergeant in the new barracks.At the same time, I require that every Primaris sergeant have at least one experienced veteran to suppress their arrogance, lest these young people forget their roots due to the sudden increase in power. +

Orm stared into Guilliman's blue eyes: + Tell me, you can do it, Robert. +

"I will not let you down." Facing the emperor's majestic gaze, Guilliman knelt on one knee, his posture firm and steady, like carved marble, "Father."

Nodding slightly, Ohm looked at the servo skull next to him and drafted a document. After he signed it himself and had it stamped by Malcador, he sandwiched it with the original copy of the "Scripture of the Astartes" and returned it to Killi. Man.

Looking at Guilliman who was bowing devoutly, the index finger of the cold sun touched the eagle-feather embossed armrest of the Golden Throne, and made a sonorous sound: + Stand back, and implement it as quickly as possible. +

"I have to go too, father. The area you have added to the solar system is still waiting for my legion to build, provided that-"

Dorn swung his left arm, trying to pull it away from Leman Russ's mouth, but the Frost Wolf's teeth were like nails driven into the ceramite plate of his armor. inside.The leader of the Imperial Fist said helplessly: "——This annoying guy can open his mouth first."

"Maybe I can provide you with an idea." Makado said with a smile, "The noses of canines are very sensitive. You can try inserting your fingers into Ruth's nostrils."

"Then I would rather chop off my left hand." Donne said expressionlessly. He had inherited some of his father's mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

+Let Roger go, Riemann. + Ohm covered his forehead. Every time he saw this wolf bastard, his blood pressure increased unconsciously, but this kid always got the answer. + Rogge, loosen the chain on Riemann. +

Dorn muttered something in a low voice - which made him look more like a walrus - and the dark gold halo behind his head flickered for a moment.

The six shackles bound to the Wolf King's arms, legs, spine, chest and abdomen were released at the same time. They did not fall to the ground under the constraints of gravity, but floated supernaturally and turned into countless subspace energy particles. disappear.

This is the nature of Rogal Dorn's subspace. He can use his own will to construct matter with entity and weight from the void energy of subspace, whether it is a towering castle or a heavy fortress embedded in the earth's crust. It's just a product that he can construct in a single thought.

At the same time, he is also the only Primarch among twenty brothers and sisters who can completely liberate the essence of subspace in the real universe, and whose strength is not suppressed by the laws of natural physics at all.

In a sense, Rogal Dorn can be called the most powerful Primarch in the real universe.The reason why he did not lead the Legion to guard the border like other brothers and sisters was not because Rogal Dorn disdained military exploits and honors, but because he knew that he could protect the capital of the Human Empire better than others.

"Yeah! Free!"

As soon as the shackles were loosened, Leman Russ immediately jumped up from the ground and circled Rogal Dorn like a canine creature from the cold north. There was no trace of the desire he had just shown. The ferocious look of biting Dorn's arm bone.

The Wolf King of Fenris said to Dorn enthusiastically: "Good brother, your power is stronger! This is really something worth celebrating! I will be the host tonight, and we two brothers will drink wolf wine and sing loudly. !”

Dorn indifferently pushed away the face that the Wolf King was approaching, and saluted the Heavenly Eagle with one hand towards the Emperor of the Universe who was standing above him. After receiving a nod and smile from his father, he turned around and left.

"Really, Rogge and Robert, both are so rigid. Leon and Horus are better. At least they are willing to fight and drink with me."

Leman Russ curled his lips, smoothed his thick golden hair, knelt down on one knee in front of the Holy Almighty Father, grinned and said, "See you, Dad!"

+ Get up, get up... look at your appearance. +

Ohm pressed the throbbing temples with the knuckle of his thumb, suppressed the idea of ​​using a belt to spread Riemann's ass, and said in a deep voice: + Do you have any clues about the four gods I asked you to track down? +