Chapter 97 Duran Farce (4)

Contrary to popular speculation, the Space Wolves during the Legion era were not actually a completely disorganized force.

In fact, during the Great Crusade, the hierarchy and hierarchy among the heirs of Leman Russ were more obvious and strict among the twenty legions of Astartes, but their brutal and reckless appearance

obscure this.

And this is exactly the result of the hard work and planning of Fenris Wolf King Leman Russ day after day.

Back then, when the Emperor had just launched his great crusade, the Sixth Legion was the most terrifying, brutal, and corrupt legion under his command. Its reputation was even greater than that of the Eighth Legion, which was keen on spreading terror, and the corpses that drank blood.

The Ghost Legion is even worse. After all, the former knows how to use suitable reasons to cover up its bloody tactics, while the latter is more due to congenital flaws in their bloodline.

The Sixth Legion is different. These [Tearers] have neither innate flaws nor necessary reasons. They have created horrific massacres one after another purely because of their bloodthirsty desire. Countless people

The hive and the world were reduced to ruins under their iron boots. No matter what the mission was, whether it was attack, defense, forced surrender, or assistance, in the end it was very likely to become a massacre targeting everyone, even the unarmed.

The old, weak, women and children will not receive the slightest sympathy.

In the end, the Sixth Legion even had to set up military discipline inspectors that were unheard of among the Astartes, specifically responsible for executing legionnaires who lost control and slaughtered wantonly.

This situation lasted until Leman Russ returned, and the King of Fenris promised his father that he would change his children and legions to prevent them from heading into the worst and most depraved abyss.

Leman Russ certainly did it.

He first fought side by side with his descendants, slaughtered countless aliens and enemies, and gained true respect.

The Supreme King of the frozen world introduced the customs of the home planet into his legions and gave them the name [Space Wolves]. The old atmosphere of indifference and blood began to change due to the order of the Gene Father. The woodcut

The decoration of poems and animal skins covered the blood-stained walls. The Sixth Legion soon became a representative of rudeness and barbarism in the eyes of mortals, but it also gradually washed away the indiscriminate killings of the past, turning those impulsive desires into something

Heroism and open-mindedness create a soul unique to the Space Wolves.

At the same time, Leman Russ was also quietly dripping the simple but stubborn royal power in barbarian society into the blood of the Legion. The natural power and authority of the Primarch made this simple and crude rule

The method has been maximized, and the Sixth Legion is finally no longer a force that will wantonly go alone because of personal irritability. All its brutality and bloodiness have been tightly restrained by Leman Russ.

But this also seems to mean that if one day, even Leman Russ loses his mind, then the situation will fall into the worst possibility in the blink of an eye.

In this superficially loose but actually harsh legion system, there are only two types of people who can stay outside the power of Leman Russ. One is the Wolf Priest. Their identities determine that they need a fearless position.

To give suggestions and advice to the officers, and the second type is the most special unit in the entire Sixth Army.

It is the Thirteenth Dalian Company that has caused a huge disaster right now.

Wolf Lord Yolin of the Thirteenth Company - Bloodhowl and his warriors are the most special group of people in the entire legion. Most of them are Leman Russ's original comrades. When the Primarch was still Fenris

When Leman Russ was an ordinary prince on the planet, they fought side by side, and when Leman Russ returned to the Empire as a descendant of the Emperor, these warriors who were no longer young insisted on following their king.

Most of them never stepped off the operating table of the Astartes transformation surgery, and those successful survivors, led by Yorlin, became the most trusted and indulgent force of Leman Russ, the Wolf King.

Let them run rampant in various battles and gain victory and bloody joy.

Until this time, a disaster occurred.

Yolin simply ignored the Dark Angel's communication. Although he received it early in the morning, his anger and dissatisfaction at not being able to catch up with the beginning of the war made him block it at will. The [Eslumnir] was ordered by the Wolf Lord

They galloped down the road and pounced on their biggest opponent, preparing to take the honor of killing Duran's flagship, which was given to them by Leman Russ as a reward for their months of hard work.

As for the Dark Angel battleships that kept bypassing Duran's flagship, he did not take care of them. Under the wolf Lord's constant roars and orders, the [Esrumnir] withstood the last firepower of Duran's fleet and

The Dark Angel's continuous communication requests sent out two rounds of fatal light spears, sending the huge prey in front of him to the eternal Hades.

It wasn't until the scarlet cracks that symbolized death began to spread all over the body of Duran's flagship that Yolin slapped the seat with satisfaction. The boredom and unhappiness of the past few months disappeared with this hearty hunt.

The whole ship and its wolf master screamed and turned the steering gear and direction, intending to find the next prey.

No one noticed that the Dark Angel fleet, which had been communicating continuously, seemed to have fallen into a strange and strange silence.

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"grown ups……"

"I make a request of you."

"I ask for your permission to carry out our revenge."

"This is murder, my lord, this is a complete murder and betrayal! He is slaughtering our soldiers! He is slaughtering your best descendants! They refuse communication, refuse all communication! This is deliberate murder!"

Through the hissing electronic sound of the communicator, the captain of the "Sword of Numac" was pleading in Jonson's ears. He was pleading for revenge and permission to fight back. Anyone could hear the tone in his voice.

What terrible anger he exuded, and how much patience he used to suppress this anger.

One hundred and eighty Dark Angels, they come from the [Indomitable Truth], from the [Sword of Numac], from the best formations of the second, sixth and ninth knights, from

Terra and Caliban come from countless journeys filled with honor and sacrifice.

They may have been fighting for the Emperor's cause before the great crusade began. They may have served under the Emperor and listened to his guidance and command. They may have never fought against the enemy in countless battles in the past.

I have suffered setbacks and failures before.

But now, everything is over.

Everything was clearly displayed on the electronic projection, and Zhuang Sen could see the death of the Duran beast: it had been completely torn apart by the kinetic energy of the explosion, and the terrifying power contained in the reactor was slowly destroying it.

Tortured to death, one can even clearly see how the battleship's keel underwent the most extreme bending, and finally broke suddenly. All the decks and corridors were shattered. Facing the oxygen-free space and deadly radiation in the void, several

Thousands of Duran people died for the giant beast the moment it died, while those who were unfortunate enough to survive had to go through a longer period of pain and struggle.

This is true for everyone.

Including his descendants.

The same is true for his descendants.

Their deaths were meaningless.

The face of the Caliban Lion was shrouded in endless haze and silence. He did not speak or refute, but maintained the most terrifying low pressure. He quietly witnessed Duran's battleships attacking one after another.

The explosion turned into a ball of burning scrap iron, and the green pupils captured the flash of light and shadow of the shield.

He seemed to have remembered something, and the face occupied by anger and heaviness moved out of the shadows and looked at his sweating blood relatives aside.

Piles of sweat were spread on Morgan's cheeks and neck, wetting thousands of hairs. She was breathing heavily, and the spiritual energy that was extremely squeezed in an instant was being fed back in a steady stream at this moment.

She, her waist was a little bent, and a blood-red light flashed in her blue pupils.

She noticed the Lion King's gaze and lowered her head in shame and annoyance.

【Thirty-three... alive.】

Zhuang Sen was quiet. He still didn't say anything. The Primarch just nodded slightly and let his face return to the shadows.

At this moment, he was so terrifying, yet so quiet and elegant.

In Sabis, in Wollaston, in Billivian, even in Sisyphus...

He has never been so scary.

Zhuang Sen slowly raised the communicator, put it to his lips, and whispered the order. The unquestionable voice naturally overshadowed the request of the "Sword of Numac".

[Send Storm Bird, there are still our people alive on Dulan’s battleship, we must ensure their safety.]

The other end of the communicator was silent for a moment, and then there was a burst of noisy and busy sounds. But just after these sounds slowly faded away, the trembling voice of the high-ranking knight appeared again, still requesting permission for revenge.

.

The lion of Caliban did not answer immediately. He just looked at the electronic projection quietly, watching [Esrumnir] swaggering through the burning ruins, as if he were a pure and innocent savior, who belonged to

In his infinite glory, he enjoys everything that is natural to him.

He breathed.

He tried his best to calm down.

He must stay calm.

…

That battleship is about to sail away...

…

In the end, Zhuang Sen's brows jumped uncontrollably, and his pupils were finally occupied by some unknown fog.

He spoke.

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【Can.】

【I allowed it.】

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"Keep heading! Speed ​​up!"

"You little bastards! Get moving!"

"Get your light spear ready! Let's kill one more! We can't let those bastards of Ogwai get the upper hand! Let them all see, guys! We are the strongest!"

Yolin sat on his throne, and his hoarse cry unique to the Fenrisians shook the command room. All the space wolves began to howl, and even the ordinary crew members and mortal servants were excited.

Yelling and enjoying the savage joy brought by hunting.
To be continued...