Chapter 161 Awakening

"Pooh--"

The king from the Fenris ice field, Riemann of the Russ family, the Primarch of the Sixth Legion Astartes, had just cut off the head of his last opponent.

Looking at this alien who dared to swing his blade at him with the blessing of courage and madness, Leman Russ spat on the ground to express his respect.

Leman Russ stood on the ruins of a fortress whose original shape could no longer be seen at all. Under his feet were the corpses of so many alien overlords that he couldn't even count them. They were so tired that they reached his knees, even those closest to him.

The bodyguards could only trudge with great difficulty among the stinking piles of corpses.

This is victory, this is massacre, this is an impossible result, this is another miracle that can only be created by the Primarch and his blood descendants.

In the ethereal galaxy, there will always be fools who question the power of these mortal demigods created by the emperor himself, and the reason for their doubts seems so reasonable: these powerful gods who fell into the world,

In the final analysis, they are just bodies of flesh and blood. Their arms cannot withstand the crushing force of God's instruments, and their bodies cannot withstand the gunfire of the Void Engine.

What's more, even a few of the most ordinary armored vehicles and fighter planes, as long as they can seize the right opportunity and gather enough power, can make these most proud kings of the stars panic, or even plunge into death.

In times of danger.

All it takes is an opportunity, a surprise attack, a well-prepared trap, and a team of fearless souls to put these so-called [demigods] in a state of confusion and danger.

But even so, even if such a situation is really possible, it still cannot change the fact that these man-made miracles derived from the divine fire stolen by the Emperor and from legends and fantasies are the most mysterious among the stars in the universe.

and the existence of dreams.

These are not invincible, not perfect, and in a sense, even the primarchs with abnormal personalities can always create all kinds of miracles. No matter how exaggerated and bizarre the stories are, as long as they are

When it happens to them, there is the most basic logic and possibility.

For example, at this moment, when Leman Russ pulled out his battle ax from the remains of the last alien overlord and couldn't help shouting to the sky, the most incredible victory had already arrived.

On him: On top of the boundless bloody ruins, only the sons of Fenris are standing proudly as victors at this moment, and under their feet are the corpses of hundreds of thousands of Randan elites.

The thousands of Space Wolves who followed their genetic father and launched this surprise attack had already lost more than half of their casualties. There were even wolf masters and countless Terran veterans who died in this crazy meat grinder, but this

This did not prevent the Astartes from becoming the winners in this short but bloody close combat. In a few Terran Standard Time, they chopped off dozens of heads of elite aliens, and in each Space Wolf

Every inch of land that can be seen is filled with blood flowing freely or gradually solidifying, and there are dead heads everywhere, being kicked and piled up in a continuous manner.

No one knows how the Space Wolves did all this, and no one knows how the descendants of Leman Russ withstood the alien craze that was enough to overwhelm them, and even turned defeat into victory after a brutal fight.

Perhaps this was the power of the Primarchs and Astartes. When they showed their rage unbridled, fate was always on their side.

Even in the cold wind that was completely saturated with the smell of blood, it seemed that some kind of distant and violent laughter could be heard, as if it was like the hidden god of war, casting his gaze on this glorious slaughterhouse.

A glance of approval.

"Come here, kid."

When Leman Russ rested for a while, his bodyguard Blackblood had also brought Hector to the Primarch. The Wolf King of Fenris turned his head and looked carefully at this too tall man for the first time.

Astartes.

Hector, his most trusted wolf master Yolin, mentioned this name just now, and praised his strength and bravery without any secret: considering Yolin's arrogant nature, this kind of praise is rare.

The Wolf King looked at the warrior and sighed softly.

This is such a good boy.

Look at these arms, look at this exaggerated height. If we talk about the purest physical talent, the burliest warrior in the Sixth Legion can only reach his shoulders. I am afraid that among all the Astartes,

Among soldiers, there are only a few people who can compare with him.

Although Leman Russ glanced at Hector casually when he was just talking to his blood relatives, it was not until this moment that he truly observed the rising star of the Second Legion.

, in the mind of the Primarch of the Sixth Legion, the most powerful warriors kept flashing, and their figures kept overlapping with the more or less immature descendants of Morgan in front of them.

Leman Russ thought like this for a few seconds, but suddenly discovered that among the great warriors he imagined, there was no heir from the Space Wolves who inherited his bloodline.

The Wolf King thought hard again, but he really did not expect anyone in his legion to be comparable to the most powerful Astartes warriors.

Akudona, Radolon, Abaddon, Sejames, Astelan, and Arachos... It is said that a powerful warrior named Sigismund has recently appeared in the Imperial Fist Legion.

He is constantly gaining unimaginable victories and achievements, and is very likely to join this great ranks.

Even the little kid named Hector in front of him, with his talent, strength, and the calmness and fury he just showed on the battlefield, in the future, although he may not be the best among these powerful warriors,

At least he will be one of them.

However, even if Leman Russ racked his brains, he could not think of any of his children who had such power and talent to achieve the same status.

The Wolf King smacked his mouth and felt a sourness between his teeth and tongue.

He waved, motioning for this little kid who was almost eye level with him to come over, and then asked softly, hot air spit out from his blood-stained fangs, and rolled out a large stream of air in the cold air.

A spectacular plume of water mist.

"How long has it been since your primarch disappeared?"

This straightforward question made Hector couldn't help but become quiet. Seeing this embarrassment and concealment, Leman Russ laughed out loud without reservation.

"Stop covering up, you little brat. Any warrior who is watched by his original body will have some mysterious and mysterious connection with his own genetic original body, and can have the most basic mutual perception and connection."

"Now, tell me, how long?"

"...About one Terran Standard Time ago, I stopped feeling the breath of my Gene Mother."

Leman Russ looked at the unreserved worry on Hector's face and smiled even more happily. He opened his mouth and let out a low growl like a wild wolf.

"Okay, don't worry about it,"

"She is a Primarch, a Primarch. In this galaxy, no one can really harm her except the Emperor and us who are also Primarchs."

"Only the Primarch can fight the Antibody."

"Hmm...but maybe..."

At the end of his words, Leman Russ actually fell into a low voice of self-denial. Apparently, he thought of another missing brother.

His relationship with the missing person is not close, but it is not bad either. The Primarch of the Eleventh Legion is not a very disgusting figure in most cases, not to mention

, his fanaticism and loyalty to the Lord of Humanity is simply visible to the naked eye, and can even be called worship.

In this aspect, only Luo Jianeng can compare with him.

but……

The Wolf King of Fenris thought of what he saw on Mengele's home planet, and his expression became gloomy.

Menger had crossed a line.

Although the Emperor never clearly mentioned what his bottom line was, everyone among the Primarchs had a basic understanding of what the Lord of Mankind would not tolerate.

And the mistakes Mengele made, although they had nothing more to do with those aliens and hateful intelligences, were actually trampling on the bottom line of the Lord of Humanity.

Even if he doesn't die, even if he can return from the confused universe, what awaits him can only have the coldest ending.

In his heart, Leman Russ murmured to himself that he had a hunch that maybe soon, he would have to use the Spear of Dionysus.

Although he had already been mentally prepared for it on the day he got it, he even felt sad joy and pride for it, thinking that he was the emperor's favorite and most trusted person.

But when he really had a premonition that he was going to do something, what surrounded his mind was only endless sadness and hatred.

Thinking of this, Leman Russ couldn't help but spat again. He raised his head and forced his energy to shift from those irrelevant things to the war in front of him.

"One Terra Standard Time..."

Looking at the troops that were gathering, the Primarch murmured to himself. Although Morgan had no more communication with him, relying on the situation in front of him and superhuman wisdom, Leman Russ certainly knew what his blood relatives were doing.

Already.

"If everything goes well, then it will be now."

The Wolf King of Fenris whispered.

At the edge of his vision, there was another thin black line, mixed with endless roars and bloody dust, gradually revealed on the horizon: it was more aliens, more fearless troops.

And it was at this time that the Wolf King of Fenris raised his head and revealed the most joyful and pure laugh.

He felt it.

He heard it.

That voice in the sea of ​​souls, that whisper from his blood relatives.

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【nailed it.】

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The sea of ​​destiny is roaring and boiling, like a dying dragon, frantically dragging everything in sight into the same hell as itself.

In the darkest tide of subspace, the dazzling radiation was more dazzling than the explosion of a thousand stars. In an instant, it involved the hundreds of thousands of alien armies closest to it, and in the next moment, it burned them all.

Killed their souls, burned them dry and howled.

Leman Russ looked at all this and even frowned, because it was not until this happened that he truly felt how powerful and blasphemous the twisted creation called [Engine of Destiny] was.

Souls, countless souls, billions of wailing souls, all the wolf priests knelt on the ground. For the first time in their lives, they trembled to avoid such a terrifying... thing

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To be continued...