Emperor's Bane

Chapter 97 Duran's Farce ([-])

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

In fact, during the period of the Great Crusade, the hierarchy and rank among the descendants of Leman Russ were clearly distinguished. Looking at the twenty Astartes legions, they all belonged to the more obvious and strict one, but their savage and reckless appearance obscures this.

And this is the result of the day-to-day efforts and calculations of Fenris wolf king Leman Russ.

Back then, when the Emperor had just embarked on a great journey, the Sixth Legion was the most terrifying, barbaric, and corrupt legion under his command. The Ghost Legion was even worse, after all, the former knew to use proper reasons to cover up their bloody tactics, while the latter was more due to congenital defects in their blood.

Unlike the Sixth Legion, these [Tearers] had neither congenital defects nor necessary reasons. They created one appalling massacre after another purely because of their bloodthirsty desire. The hive city and the world are reduced to ruins under their iron boots. No matter what the task is, whether it is attack, defense, forced surrender, or assistance, it is very likely to become a massacre against everyone in the end, even the unarmed The old and the weak, women and children will not receive the slightest sympathy.

In the end, the Sixth Legion even had to set up a military discipline inspector, which was unheard of in the Astartes, to be responsible for executing the legionnaires who got out of control and slaughtered wantonly.

This situation continued until the return of Leman Russ, and the King of Fenris promised his father that he would change his son and legion, and prevent them from rowing into the worst and most corrupt abyss.

Leman Russ did.

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

The Supreme King of the Frozen World introduced the customs of his mother planet into his legion, and gave them the name [Space Wolves]. The decorations of poems and animal skins covered the blood-stained walls. The Sixth Legion quickly became the representative of rudeness and barbarism in the eyes of ordinary people, but gradually washed away the indiscriminate killing and turned those impulsive desires into some kind of Heroic and open-minded, he created a soul that belongs exclusively to the Space Wolves.

At the same time, Leman Russ was also silently dripping the crude but stubborn kingship in the barbarian society into the blood of the legion. The natural power and authority of the Primarch made this simple and rude rule The method has been brought into full play, and the Sixth Legion is finally no longer a force that will go alone because of personal irritability. All its barbarism and bloodiness have been tightly tied to the bridle 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.

And in this superficially loose but actually strict legion system, there are only two kinds of people who can dissociate from the power of Leman Russ. One is the wolf priest. Their identities determine that they need a fearless status. To give advice and advice to the officers, and the second type is the most special unit in the entire Sixth Army.

It is the No.13 Dalian that has caused a catastrophe right now.

No.13 The wolf lord Jolin of Dalian—Bloodhowl and his soldiers are the most special group of people in the entire legion. Most of them are the original comrades of Leman Russ. When the Primarch was still Fenris When Leman Russ returned to the Empire as a child of the Emperor, these warriors, no longer young, insisted on following their king.

Most of them never stepped off the operating table of the Astartes transformation operation, and those successful survivors, led by Jolin, became the most trusted and indulgent force of Leman Russ, the wolf king Let them rampage in various battles, gain victory and bloody joy.

Until this time, catastrophe happened.

Jorin simply ignored the Dark Angel's communication. Although he received it early in the morning, the anger and dissatisfaction of not being able to catch up with the beginning of the war made him block it at will. Galloping all the way, they pounced on their biggest opponent, ready to swallow the honor of killing Duran's flagship, which was bestowed on 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 didn't care too much. Under the constant roar and orders of the wolf lord, the [Eslumnir] withstood the last firepower of Duran's fleet, The Dark Angel's constant communication requests sent out two deadly rounds of light spears, sending the huge prey in front of him to eternal Hades.

It wasn't until the scarlet cracks that symbolized the mortal signs spread all over Duran's flagship that Yolin patted the seat contentedly, and the boredom and unhappiness of the past few months disappeared with this hearty hunt.

The whole ship yelled together with its wolf master, turned the steering gear and direction, and planned to find the next prey.

Everyone didn't care, the dark angel fleet, which had been in constant communication, seemed to have fallen into a weird and weird silence.

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"grown ups……"

"I make a request to you."

"I ask your permission to allow us to carry out our vengeance."

"This is murder, my lord, this is complete murder and betrayal! He is slaughtering our soldiers! He is slaughtering your best sons! They have refused communication, all communication! This is deliberate murder!"

Through the hissing sound of the communicator, the captain of the "Sword of Numark" pleaded in Jonson's ear. He begged for permission to revenge and counterattack. Anyone could hear the sound in his voice What a terrible rage radiated, and how much patience he had used to suppress it.

180 Dark Angels, they come from the [Indomitable Truth], from the [Sword of Numark], from the best formations of the second, sixth and ninth third knight orders, from Terra and Caliban comes from countless journeys full of honor and dedication.

They may have been fighting for the Emperor's great cause before this great crusade began, they may have listened to his guidance and command under the Emperor's command, or they may have never fought against the enemy in countless battles in the past. suffered setbacks and failures.

But now, everything is closed.

Everything was clearly displayed on the electronic projection, and Jonson could see the death of the giant 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 tearing it apart. Tortured to death, I can even clearly see how the keel of the battleship underwent the most extreme bending, and finally broke, all the decks and corridors were shattered, facing the oxygen-free space and deadly radiation in the void, countless Thousands of Duran people buried the giant beast at the first moment of its death, while those who survived had to go through a longer period of pain and struggle.

All are.

including his offspring.

So are his heirs.

They died for no reason.

The face of the Lion of Caliban was shrouded in endless haze and silence. He didn't speak or refute, but kept the most terrifying low pressure. He quietly watched Duran's warships attacking one after another. In the explosion, it turned into a mass of burning scrap iron, and the green pupils caught the flashing light and shadow of the shield.

He seemed to remember something, and the face that was occupied by anger and heaviness moved out of the shadows, and looked at his blood-drenched blood relative beside him.

Pieces of sweat covered Morgan's cheeks and neck, wet thousands of strands of hair, she was panting heavily, the psychic energy that had been extremely squeezed in an instant was continuously counteracting at this moment She, her waist was a little bent, and blood-red light flashed in her blue pupils.

She noticed the Lion King's gaze, and seemed to lower her head in shame and annoyance.

[33...alive. 】

Jonson 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 is so terrifying, yet so quiet and elegant.

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

He had never been so scary.

Zhuang Sen slowly raised the communicator, put it on his lips, and gave the order softly, the unquestionable voice naturally overwhelmed the request of [Sword of Numark].

[Send Storm Bird, on Duran's battleship, there are still our people alive, we must ensure their safety. 】

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

The lion of Caliban didn't answer right away, he just watched the electronic projection quietly, watching [Esrumnir] swaggering through the burning ruins, like a pure and innocent savior, who belonged to In his infinite glory, he enjoys everything he deserves.

He was breathing.

He tried his best to calm himself down.

He has to keep calm.

……

That battleship is about to sail away...

……

In the end, Jonson's brow twitched uncontrollably, and his pupils were finally occupied by some kind of unknown fog.

He opened his mouth.

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【Can. 】

[I agree. 】

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"Keep on course! Speed ​​up!"

"You bastards! Get moving!"

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

Jorin sat on his throne, his Fenrisian hoarse cry resounded in the command room, and all the Space Wolves began to howl, even the ordinary crew and mortal servants were excited Yelling and enjoying the savage joy of hunting.

The wolf lord couldn't help but stood up, looking for the next target vigorously, and then, a sudden change occurred.

"boom!"

Suddenly, an unexpected attack precisely hit the wolf lord's battleship. This seemed to be a trial, an attempted adjustment, and the first breath of fanatical revenge.

"Fuck, why..."

Before the wolf lord's confusion could be uttered, the second blow came one after another. A beam of the most intense and deadly destructive energy was heading straight for their battleship. All warning instruments and warning runes were screaming at all costs. Neighing, but when they're all useless.

The second blow came as promised. It was an undisguised blow of hatred. The light spear perfectly hit the battleship of the wolf lord. The three-layer void shield turned into useless ions under the ravages of high temperature and energy. The explosion and The impact began to show its might on the bridge and body of the [Eslumnir]. The entire capital ship tilted and fell under this solid blow, and was even killed by Duran who was close at hand. Captured by the gravity of the parent star, it slowly draws towards the surface.

In the chaos, only Tyrant Duran's almost non-stop piercing scream still echoed in every corner.

"What the hell is going on!"

Jolin was roaring, he was completely confused by this inexplicable blow, the wolf lord rushed in front of the divination box, carefully searched Duran's direction, but did not see any enemy ships that could issue such a threat .

unless……

A terrible thought came to his mind.

Jolin adjusted the angle of the divination box and turned it to another direction: a direction he didn't like, but he never had to worry about and guard against.

He saw it.

[Sword of Numark] is facing them directly, this is an extremely suitable position for sniping, and amazing energy is gathering around this dark angel warship: the divination box faithfully reflects reality, [Sword of Numark No.] has prepared its light spear again, and the deadly weapon is aimed at the 【Eslumnir】, which has temporarily lost its ability to move.

And behind it, the battleships of the Dark Angels are adjusting their direction one by one, aiming their muzzles and the heaviest armor at the fleet of the Space Wolves, even in the farthest place, 【Indomitable Truth】 It has also slowly started its main engine.

The fleet of the Space Wolves also clearly sensed that something was wrong on this side. The [Ned Hoag] had discovered the danger of its brother, and was rushing towards the [Eslumnir] at all costs. On the public channel of the communicator, the inter-ship emergency communication that should have been chaotic due to the war was suddenly blown up because of this sudden murder. All the Space Wolf warships sent out their own roars and questions. Hundreds of messages are rampaging in a chaotic manner in the channel, making it impossible to hear anything.

Yorin's eyes widened, he stared blankly at all this, as if a child had witnessed the sea for the first time.

This fearless wolf lord can only utter one emotion subconsciously now.

"All father above..."

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Jolin's emotion can't change anything.

Without even a second delay, at the moment when the light spear was ready, [Sword of Numark] delivered the final blow without hesitation, sticking the death announcement on the place where hundreds of Diablo soldiers were taken away. On the murderer of the angel's life.

[Eslumnir] found this blow, and it was trying its best to turn around with difficulty among the countless floating ruins, intending to resist the murder, but it seemed that nothing could be done.

The bright spear of light drew a deadly gnawing color in the void, longing to harvest the last life, but at the moment it was about to hit the target, [Niderhogg] arrived in time, this sudden savior He activated all his backup energy positions, and firmly blocked the blow for his combat brother. The light spear destroyed all its void shields, and all the bridges and masts were wiped out in the most violent shock wave. Under the double blow of speed and strength, the entire battleship fell into a tilted state, and even countless lights were disappearing from the portholes of the [Niderhogg] at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For a moment, the two battleships of the Space Wolves lay side by side in the center of the battlefield, losing the power to continue fighting and sailing. In the endless void, only the never-ending long smile of Duran Tyrant surrounded them they.

And at this moment, Leman Russ' roar finally overwhelmed all the information and exploded in Jonson's ears.

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【Leon-Jonson!my brother! 】

【what are you doing! 】

【answer me! 】

【You are murder! 】

【You are attacking my heir!your companion! 】

【What the hell are you doing!?stop now! 】

Countless cries like these rushed from the mouth of the Primarch of the Space Wolves, echoing in the room like thunder in the valley.

Jonson lowered his head, listening to these roars, he seemed to deliberately keep a certain kind of quietness, enjoying the gradual distortion and anxiety of Leman Ruth's voice in the long roar.

Finally, at a certain moment, his gloomy complexion improved a bit.

Morgan could see a deliberate smile on the corner of his mouth, and with it, the Primarch's low, restrained, cultivated voice, which made no secret of its bitterness and contempt.

【You are here too, Leman Russ. 】

【I thought that those stupid bastards of yours finally went completely crazy, left you behind, and came to me, yelling and barking. 】

[So, I will discipline them for you. 】

【Discipline? ! 】

[Are you fucking crazy! 】

[Our enemy is Duran!Not us each other!If you want to go crazy!Don't go crazy at this time! 】

Leman Ruth's roar filled the entire public channel, and amidst such blunt roars and insults, Jonson was actually kept silent and dangerously elegant.

He put his lips close to the communicator, first lightly mocking Leman Russ' brain and wisdom: as if mocking two lumps of air.

He satirized Leman Russ wantonly, in front of everyone, whether it was the Dark Angels or the Space Wolves.

Until he felt that the wolf king was about to go crazy, Zhuang Sen's tone suddenly changed, and he began to talk about his plans and actions, and began to tell Leman Russ bit by bit, bit by bit, in front of everyone. , what did his sons do.

Then, he heard silence.

The roaring panting of Leman Russ turned into a deadly stillness the moment he understood everything.

It turned into a tranquility that made him feel satisfied and happy.

Then, Jonson heard the roar, it was not the roar of Leman Russ, but the roar of Jolin, Blackblood, Bravier and all the space wolves, they were all roaring, roaring, screaming blood debt Blood payment.

But in the next second, the most violent roar belonging to Leman Russ overwhelmed all the voices. This roar was not aimed at other people, but aimed at Leman Russ' own sons and warriors. Attitude silenced all voices eager to continue the conflict, and took a deep breath.

Afterwards, everyone on the public channel could hear Leman Ruth's deep, slow, and even as soft voice as possible.

[Jonson, my brother. 】

[You are wronged. 】

[Please wait a while on your battleship. 】

【I will go to you personally... come to the door to apologize. 】

As soon as the voice fell, the public channel connected to hundreds of warships suddenly fell into the tranquility of death.

Johnson laughed.

His brother, after all, wasn't a Space Wolves.

(End of this chapter)