It is true that Leman Russ is not a true Space Wolf. Although he is the sole leader of the wolf pack, this does not mean that he is colluding with his descendants deep down.
What's more, he is not actually a real Fenrisian. He does not belong to the cold world of death, nor to the empire of mankind, nor even to himself. From a certain point on, Li Manruth surrendered to the rays of a ruthless sun and became what he thought was a simple spear of execution.
Of course, in this galaxy, no one can survive completely according to what they think they have, not even the Primarch. Although Leman Russ can change Fenris and the Space Wolves, can he himself It's really as unaffected as he thought. It's a matter of benevolence and wisdom.
But no matter what Leman Russ thinks, he must be responsible for his actions after all: in the past dozens of Terran standard years, he has successfully used heroism and wildness to wash away the evil in the blood of his legion. Despicable, and at this moment, he must face the backlash brought by these [advantages].
To be more specific, after Leman Russ whispered those soft words and promised to rush to the Indomitable Truth in person to apologize, the first thing he had to do was face the attacks of thousands of Space Wolves. The sky is filled with boiling water.
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The battle continues, and it will not stop because of a fatal misunderstanding or a solemn apology.
Neither Jonson nor Leman Russ were fools who could easily lose control. The masters of the two legions tacitly put aside the matter for the time being: Duran's fleet has not collapsed, and the giant fortress that is the core of defense is still firmly established. It is firmly in the hands of these resisters, and the coalition forces of the two legions still need to kill all these stubborn resisters. This is the most important thing for them right now.
In the solemn silence of the Dark Angels, Leman Russ and his Thirteenth Great Company boarded a new battleship and launched a fierce attack on the last core of the Duran fleet. The battle that broke out in the Void Fortress began in a By the end of Terran Standard Time, the Space Wolves had lost seventeen squads and beheaded tens of thousands of Duran.
[If he wants to, he can interfere with us and stop us. Even if he doesn't do this, he can mobilize all his power to chop off the head of the tyrant Duran first and swallow everyone's credit into his own belly. Not even a tiny bit of residue will be left to us!]
The Primarch sighed, almost to himself.
"As a messenger of apology, with an inferior attitude, to meet another Primarch who should be equal to you is a great insult to you. Sir, you should not bear this humiliation. No one in Fenris or the Sixth Legion will agree to this."
Leman Russ laughed.
[My brother is still on his battleship. He is waiting for my actions and how I will clean up this mess. 】
"No matter what, you cannot go to the [Unyielding Truth] in person, my lord."
[He looks shorter than you, but he is also stronger, and he also looks more... healthy. Compared with him, your face is a little pale and your face is a little thin. 】
Of course, not even Coswayen knew that in Jonson's eyes, this was more than just a meeting.
He roared, roared, and took deep breaths. In front of his majesty, all the Space Wolves could only feel deathly silence.
【A civilized, rational, strong and calm endpoint.】
Morgan nodded casually, as if he didn't hear anything at all, and before Jonson's anger brewed further, she suddenly spoke in a soft and steady tone.
While the empire's fleet was cleaning up the last corner of the battlefield, the Wolf King of Fenris once again returned to the Nidhogg. According to his previous orders, all the wolf masters, wolf priests and high-ranking wolf priests in the fleet
The officers have gathered in the ring room of the battleship, facing a big problem that is enough to give anyone a headache.
[In this galaxy, in this battle, my brother has more power, more soldiers than all of us combined, and brings with him his own Queen of Glory.]
His blood relatives curled their lips and expressed their dissatisfaction without reservation.
Morgan gently hooked her fingers, and a nearly perfect sable cloak came into her hands. Of course, for Morgan now, this cloak can be regarded as a cloak.
【Let us put down our dignity temporarily. 】
[Do you know what this means! This means that all our efforts in the past few months will be in vain and become a complete piece of shit! Those bastards on Terra have long been dissatisfied with our progress.
Well, those bastards have never experienced a real war. They only complain about our progress and want to kick us away all day long. I even had to ask for help from the Master to ensure that we can continue to fight with Duran.
This war.】
One of Leman Russ's first comrades took a step forward. Yolin looked directly at the face that he had sworn to follow until the end of his life decades ago. He raised his chin with a sense of pride that could not be lost.
, one word at a time.
The Primarch of the First Legion did not reply. He was carefully checking the complex crests on his armor to ensure that there were no flaws in any of them.
Then, she laughed.
"Sir! You can't act so weak..."
For this war, Jonson brought three fully-staffed knights. Although most of them were fighting on the front line at this time, hundreds of the most elite were still able to be mobilized on the [Indomitable Truth].
The Dark Angels serve as a formation to welcome Leman Russ.
Zhuang Sen simply walked over and stood beside Morgan.
The Primarch of the Space Wolves was taller and stronger than most of his brothers. Only Vulkan and a few other demigods could surpass him. He wore the rain-grey power suit that he almost never took off.
Armor, which is engraved with runes from Fenris, and above this pair of power armor, is a ruddy and rough face, as if it is a mortal agent carefully crafted by the barbaric god, born to
Become the master of the barbarian kings and rule all the wilderness countries.
[When I come back, this mess will be over.]
The Wolf King of Fenris stood up, and his tall figure enveloped several of his descendants. Leman Russ looked at his confidants quite carefully, looking at all the wolf lords, wolf priests and high-ranking officers. He was a
Looking at them one by one, from Black Blood to Yolin.
[Our brother is a barbarian, Jonson, a true barbarian king.]
【You are wasting time.】
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"War is war, people will die, and there's no way to avoid that."
【silver.】
Zhuang Sen said nothing, he just lowered his head and watched this scene with interest.
She sighed softly, sincerely, and proudly. She put her hands on her hips and raised her head slightly, as if she was proudly waiting for any praise or praise.
【What do you want to say?】
[Or are you letting real blood flow meaninglessly for those illusory things? 】
Morgan pressed her pale lower lip with her index finger. She thought for about two seconds and then covered it up with the black mink cloak. Then, her psychic energy pointed at Jonson's shoulder, like a bee.
Usually in a hurry, black and white colors are mixed together, making the snow white the perfect embellishment for those shiny pure blacks.
[Now, disband. Once I finish these messes, we can continue fighting.]
Morgan witnessed the electronic projection in front of him, and the appearance of the Wolf King of Fenris was clearly displayed on it. It was a wild demigod that was completely different from Magnus, Perturabo, Jonson and Morgan himself.
Zhuang Sen's face turned darker.
【Moreover, we have to consider reality.】
Leman Russ smiled and shook his head.
[He is the Barbarian King, then you must become a true, best knight, the best knight lord in the entire empire, symbolizing the conquest of civilization and reason. Such an identity is enough to look down upon even the most powerful barbarians.
king.】
The Lion of Caliban walked to his weapon rack, and after a moment's thought, he picked up a dagger and stuffed it into Morgan's hand.
He showed a ferocious smile and made a promise to his heir.
Zhuang Sen snorted softly, and his eyes wandered over his own blood, but looking over and over, he could only forcefully see one problem.
【That is really stupid, so stupid.】
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[For a long time, we have lived in isolation, taking pleasure in the narrow-minded remarks and discrimination of those idiots, looking for the wind and snow we felt on Fenris among the vast stars. 】
【What do you think, Blood Howl?】
At the same time, the Dark Angels' warships continued to pass by this burning purgatory. They chased the remnants of Duran's army that had disintegrated because they lost their leader, and gradually expanded the airspace occupied by the empire until the sky above Duran.
The air superiority was completely obtained by the coalition of the two legions: the world still had not surrendered, and the empire did not allow the Duran tyrant to continue to survive. A tragic landing and beheading battle were tacitly understood by both parties.
The Wolf Lord just puffed up his chest proudly.
[As far as I know, although he has patience, it is definitely not very good. If our answer cannot satisfy his delicate heart, this matter will never end.]
She whispered as she fucked her.
The Primarch walked through his descendants, and then landed on his stone throne. The Wolf Lord of the Thirteenth Great Company, Yolin, who had caused this catastrophe, stood on his right side, and on his left side
Standing there was Gruni Blackblood, the guard of Leman Russ, and next to the guard was another wolf master: Ogwai Helmschlow, the master of the third company, and also [Nidhor
Grid number】The real owner.
He spoke.
"The Wolf King's Stormbird has already set off."
[He is a barbarian king. At least he looks more majestic than you, and his red face also looks healthier than yours. You cannot compare with him in these aspects, so you have to become another one.
extreme.】
Before the Wolf Lord finished speaking, Leman Russ's roar shook the entire ring room.
[Only in war do we have a place. We are the Space Wolves. I once swore an oath to chop the tyrant's neck. If we can't do it, then our oath is no different from horse manure. We
The sacrifices made over the past few months will be worthless.】
She whispered, she rambled, she took the trouble to correct and modify every bad thing on Zhuangson's armor, tapping her lips from time to time, thinking about a better match, her fingers on the pure black
The power armor was lightly scratched, leaving invisible traces.
The Wolf King just listened quietly. After almost everyone made such remarks, he rolled his savage and cunning eyes and looked at the only one who did not speak, Yolin: because the Wolf Lord of the Thirteenth Dalian Company
Due to his embarrassing status in this incident, he could not take the initiative to speak.
But Morgan didn't respond to him. She just observed the projection of Leman Russ very carefully, so carefully that Zhuang Sen's brows slightly furrowed. He found that his blood relative's eyes were on those majestic chests and rosy faces.
He stayed too long, and she looked at him from time to time, as if making some kind of comparison.
"We have proven our attitude with our sacrifices and actions. Sir, if he still insists on complaining about all this, then at worst, let us shed some more blood until he has nothing to say, and the entire legion will fight for it.
Fight to the death for your dignity.”
Morgan shook his finger, and a layer of the purest silver surrounded Jonson's black armor and golden coat of arms, making the lion a truly unattainable king.
A pleasant smile appeared on the corner of Zhuang Sen's mouth. He turned his head, ignoring the protests of his blood relatives, and then just looked at the time, and then his face became solemn.
This voice made Morgan stunned for a moment. Then, she raised her head and her blue pupils met Zhuang Sen's eyes. The next second, those pupils were filled with smiles.
"Let me go, my lord."
The Primarch's joke added a bit of joy to the room, but most people still tensed up their rough faces. After looking at each other, the Wolf Lord of the Third Company took a step forward.
Everything is ready, just waiting for the two most important protagonists to appear.
[But Jonson is different. This brother of mine, he is completely different. He is a hopeless knight lord. Whenever he thinks that his dignity has been challenged, he will rush out of his castle fully armed.
Shed with us in the wilderness until the last drop of blood.]
【Perfect~】
Leman Russ nodded, and then he mentioned a few names that symbolized calmness. As his attendants for this operation, these heirs were one of the few who would not be obsessed with fighting and killing. He no longer wanted to cause trouble.
Already.
Morgan's eyes wandered around the room, and she quickly found her target: the display cabinets in the far corner of the room displayed the results of Jonson's hunting. Most of them were the heads and bone claws of giant beasts.
But there are also some more subtle things inside.
【clear.】
He waved his hand, interrupting Yolin's Top Gun.
【Let’s talk about it.】
[Yes, my soldiers, this involves dignity, our dignity, and their dignity, which are equally important, but if it is necessary to forge an indelible blood feud between the two legions just for the sake of dignity, that is even more important.
Stupid behavior.]
Yolin rushed out almost uncontrollably.
That cold breath returned to Morgan, and Zhuang Sen couldn't help but take a deep breath. He always liked this kind of powerful and efficient breath.
Leman Russ was silent, and in this silence, his bodyguard Blackblood and other officers expressed the same views one after another.
"This is a tragedy, sir. Perhaps we should apologize, but you must not go there in person."
【Face your mistakes instead of running away from them!】
He did not doubt the authenticity of Yolin's words. He knew that with just one order from him, the wolf master he trusted most would do anything for him.
【This is Leman Russ.】
"The [Esrumnir] can still fight. Sir, our light spears have been filled. For your dignity, we can go through fire and water at any time."
Leman Russ sat on his throne a little tired, neither angry nor reprimanded.
Coswayne's voice came through the communicator, and along with his report, there were noisy footsteps.
"I will go to the [Unyielding Truth], go alone, kill or cut him as I please..."
【so……】
【Everyone has to bear his own position and be responsible for his own actions. To evade his own responsibilities and avoid his own mistakes is the real weakness.】
As he spoke, it was like a fatuous king giving an order that dissatisfied everyone, and a genuine shock appeared on the faces of all the participants.
Jonson made a sound.
Finally, he nodded and called his blood relatives to meet the other brother.
Coswayen looked at his timer and thought.
[And now, you have to meet him, in front of your countless descendants, and meet him as the soul of their respective legions. You may not care about the details of this meeting, but some people will, Jonson.]
[I will never allow such a thing to happen, even if there is only a slight possibility, I will make everything go smoothly until I chop off that tyrant's head!]
She thought about it, and then hooked up a smaller white mink cloak with her other hand. She put this luxurious white coat on Zhuang Sen's shoulders, then gently rubbed her chin, thinking
The compatibility and conflict between the white cloak and the black armor.
【Okay, stop making trouble, it’s time.】
【Do you think this is weakness, Blood Howl!】
Then, her eyes returned to Zhuang Sen, looking back and forth between the long golden hair and green pupils, wandering over the straight waist and facial features that seemed to be forever shrouded in shadow.
[They don’t like me, but they can’t do anything about me. Our blood and genes prevent most of us from killing each other. 】
Zhuang Sen did not speak or refute. He even stiffly let his blood relatives busy around him until he noticed that she seemed to be quite hesitant about the color of the hems at the very edge of the cloak.
【Send you, what next?】
He did not stand in the array, but stood in the open space in the middle, as the Lion King's right-hand man, waiting for his genetic father to arrive for this meeting.
[I’m afraid that if you just saw my brother, you would raise your ax and give him a jumping chop, and then this matter would be totally unclear.]
He looked at his heirs again, seeing the half-understanding expressions on most people's faces, and sighed silently in his heart.
[We have our own pride, and we have thought about changing the minds of those idiots, but our attempts again and again always go in the opposite direction. In the eyes of my brothers, I am a barbarian king, leading myself
The tribe that drinks blood and is full of stench wanders between their respective castles, kingdoms and libraries.】
But this time, no.
Countless exquisite battle formations were deployed in the spacious hangar of the Queen of Glory. It was certainly worthy of the most serious attitude to welcome a Primarch: hundreds of Dark Angels formed an array that could be called a sea of people, with more than 100,000 people.
Hundreds of battle flags fluttered above their heads, each one carefully selected to symbolize hundreds of illustrious martial arts feats that rivaled or even exceeded the achievements of the Space Wolves Legion.
【weak?!】
【Embrace your own oaths, instead of hiding!】
【This is not weakness, my warrior.】
Leman Russ let out a long breath of hot breath. He looked at his son and kept licking the sharp canine teeth with his tongue.
At this moment, the Primarch was unshaven, and his long pure golden hair was twisted into braids, which looked a little dirty. There were bloodshot eyes in his pupils, which was caused by the wear and tear caused by the long journey of several months.
[This time, don’t hide in the crowd, you have to stand next to me.]
【……】
[This is an order, you will have to face this day sooner or later, don’t play tricks.]