Emperor's Bane

Chapter 98 Duran's Farce ([-])

It's true that Leman Russ wasn't really a Space Wolves, and even though he was the only leader of the pack, that didn't mean he was at the core of his brood.

What's more, he is not actually a real Fenrisian. He doesn't belong to that cold world of death, nor does he belong to the human empire, nor does he even belong to himself. Maerus surrendered to the mighty rays of a merciless sun, and became what he considered to be a simple spear of execution.

Of course, in this galaxy, no one can live completely according to what he thinks, not even the Primarch. Leman Russ can certainly change Fenris and the Space Wolves, but whether he himself It's really unaffected as he thinks, it's a matter of the beholder's opinion.

But no matter what Leman Russ thinks, he is ultimately responsible for his actions: in the past dozens of Terra Standard Years, he has successfully washed away the blood in his Legion's blood with boldness and wildness. Despicable, and at this moment, he has to face the backlash brought about by these [advantages].

To be more specific, after Leman Russ softly spit out those soft words and promised to personally go to the [Indomitable Truth] to apologize, the first thing he had to do was to face thousands of space wolves. Boiling against the sky.

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The fight goes on, and it doesn't stop with a fatal misunderstanding or a solemn apology.

Neither Jonson nor Leman Russ are idiots who are easy to lose control. The masters of the two legions tacitly put aside the matter just now: Duran's fleet has not yet collapsed, and the giant fortress that is the core of the defense is still strong. It is firmly in the hands of these resisters, and the coalition forces of the two legions still need to kill 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 No.13 Dalian boarded a new battleship and launched a fierce attack on the last core of the Duran fleet. Time on Terra was over, and the Space Wolves had lost seventeen squads and decapitated tens of thousands of Duranians.

At the same time, the warships of the Dark Angels continued to pass by this burning purgatory. They chased the remnants of Duran who had collapsed on their own because of the loss of their leaders, and gradually expanded the airspace occupied by the empire until the sky above Duran The air supremacy was entirely obtained by the coalition forces of the two legions: the world had not yet surrendered, and the empire would not allow the tyrant Duran to continue to live on. A tragic landing and beheading battle was a matter of tacit understanding on both sides.

While the empire's fleet was sweeping the final corner of the battlefield, the wolf king of Fenris returned to the [Nedhogger] again. According to his previous order, all wolf masters, wolf priests and high-ranking officers in the fleet Officers have gathered in the battleship's ring chamber to face a problem big enough to give anyone a headache.

The Primarch passed through among his offspring, and then flung himself onto his stone seat. The wolf lord of No.13 Dalian, Jolin, who caused the catastrophe, stood on his right hand, and on his left Standing Grune—Black Blood, the guard of Leman Russ, and beside the guard was another wolf lord: Ogwai—Helmschlo, the master of the Third Great Company, also Grid mark] the real master.

Leman Russ sat on his throne a little tiredly, neither angry nor reprimanded.

The Primarch of the Space Wolves was bigger and thicker than most of his brothers, and only a few demigods such as Vulkan could surpass him. He wore the rain-gray power suit that he almost never took off. Armor, engraved with runes from Fenris on it, and on this pair of power armor, there is a ruddy and rough face, as if it is a mortal agent carefully crafted by a barbaric god, born to Become the master of the barbarian kings and rule all wilderness kingdoms.

At this moment, the Primarch was unshaven, his long pure golden hair was twisted into braids, and looked a little dirty, and his pupils were bloodshot, which was the weariness of months of long journey.

[Let's talk about it. 】

He opened his mouth.

[My brother is still on his battleship, he is waiting for my actions, waiting for me to clean up this mess. 】

[As far as I know, although his patience is there, it is definitely not very good. If our answer cannot satisfy his delicate heart, this matter will only end forever. 】

The Primarch's joke made the room a little more cheerful, but most of the people still tensed their rough faces. After looking at each other, the Wolf Lord of the Third Great Company took a step forward.

"No matter what, you can't go to the [Indomitable Truth] in person, my lord."

"As an apology envoy, with an inferior attitude, to meet another Primarch who should be equal to you, this is a great insult to you, my lord, you should not bear this humiliation, Neither in Fenris nor in the Sixth Legion will anyone promise that."

Leman Russ was silent, and in this silence, his guard Black Blood and other officers expressed the same opinion one after another.

"This is a tragedy, my lord. Perhaps we should indeed apologize, but you must not go in person."

"Wars are wars, people will die, and there's no avoiding that."

"We have proved our attitude with our sacrifices and actions, my lord, if he still insists on appealing all this, then let us shed some more blood, until he has nothing to say, and the whole legion will fight for it." Fight to the death with your dignity."

The wolf king just listened quietly. After almost everyone made speeches like this, he turned his savage and cunning eyes and looked at the only one who didn't speak: because No.13 Wolf Lord of Dalian Due to his embarrassing status in this incident, he cannot take the initiative to speak.

[What are your thoughts, Blood Howl? 】

One of Leman Russ' original comrades-in-arms took a step forward, and Yorin looked directly at the face he swore to follow to the end of his life decades ago, raising his chin with a sense of pride that could not be lost , every word.

"Let me go, my lord."

"I will go to the [Indomitable Truth], and I will go alone. If I want to kill or cut it, I will follow him..."

Leman Russ laughed.

With a wave of his hand, Yorin's top gun was interrupted.

【Send you, then what? 】

【I'm afraid it wasn't that you saw my brother just now, so you were going to raise your ax and give him a jump, and then this matter would be completely unclear. 】

The wolf lord just puffed out his chest proudly.

"The [Eslumnir] can still fight, my lord, our light spears have been filled, and for your dignity, you can go through fire and water at any time."

Leman Russ smiled and shook his head.

He didn't doubt the authenticity of Jolin's words, he knew that his most trusted wolf lord would do anything for him with just one order from him.

But this time, no.

The wolf king of Fenris stood up, his tall figure enveloped several heirs, Leman Russ looked at his henchmen carefully, looked at all the wolf lords, wolf priests and high-ranking officers, he alone Watched one by one, from Black Blood to Yorin.

The Primarch sighed almost to himself.

[All this time, we have lived in isolation, taking pleasure in the narrow-mindedness and discrimination of those idiots, looking for the wind and snow we felt on Fenris among the stars. 】

[We have our own pride, and we have imagined changing the minds of those idiots, but our attempts are always in the opposite direction. In the eyes of my brothers, I am the king of barbarians, leading my own The blood-drinking, foul-smelling tribes wander among their castles, kingdoms, and libraries. 】

[They don't like me, but they can't help me. Our blood and genes prevent most of us from killing each other. 】

[But Jonson is different, my brother, he is completely different, he is a hopeless knight-lord, but whenever he thinks his dignity has been challenged, he will rush out of his castle in full armor, in the Shed with us to the last drop of blood in the wilderness. 】

[That's really stupid, stupid. 】

Leman Russ let out a long breath of hot air. He looked at his heir, and kept licking the sharp canine teeth with his tongue.

[Yes, my soldiers, this involves dignity, our dignity, and their dignity are equally important, but if it is only for the sake of mere dignity that an indelible blood feud between the two legions must be forged, that is even more important stupid behavior. 】

【so……】

[Let's temporarily put down our dignity. 】

As he spoke, it was as if a fatuous king had issued an order that made everyone dissatisfied, and a genuine shock appeared on the faces of all the participants.

Jorin rushed out almost uncontrollably.

"My lord! You can't act so weak..."

【weak? ! 】

Before the wolf lord could finish speaking, Leman Russ' roar shook the entire chamber of the ring.

[Do you think this is weakness, Blood Howl! 】

[Facing your own mistakes, not running away! 】

[Shoulder your own oath, not hide! 】

[Or for those illusory things, let the real blood flow meaninglessly? 】

[This is not weakness, my soldier. 】

【Everyone has to bear his own position, be responsible for what he does, avoid his own responsibilities, avoid his own mistakes, that is the real weakness. 】

He looked at his heirs again, and sighed silently in his heart as he saw the half-understanding expressions on the faces of most of them.

[What's more, we have to consider reality. 】

[In this galaxy, in this battle, my brother has more power, he has more soldiers than all of us combined, and he brings his own queen of glory. 】

[If he wants to, he can interfere with us and stop us. Even if he doesn't, he can mobilize all his strength to cut off the head of the tyrant Duran first, and swallow everyone's credit into his stomach. Not even an iota of residue will be left for us! 】

[Do you know what this means!This means that all of our hard work these past few months will come to naught and become a complete piece of shit!Those bastards on Terra have long been dissatisfied with our progress. Those bastards have never experienced a real war, they only complain about our progress, and they want to kick us away all day long. I even We had to turn to the Handprinter to ensure that we could continue this war with Duran. 】

[Only in the war, we have a place, we are the Space Wolves, I once swore to chop the tyrant's neck, if we can't do it, then our vow is no different from horse manure, we The sacrifices of the past few months will also be worthless. 】

[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 cut off that tyrant's head! 】

He roared, roared, and took deep breaths, and before his majesty, all the Space Wolves were dead silent.

Leman Russ nodded, and he immediately mentioned a few names that symbolized calmness. As his attendants in this operation, these sons are one of the few guys who will not be full of fighting and killing, and he no longer wants to make troubles up.

[Now, disband, we can continue to fight after I finish these shitty things. 】

He showed a ferocious smile and made a promise to his son.

[When I come back, this shit will be over. 】

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"The Stormbird of the Wolf King has set off."

Coswayne's voice came through the communicator, and his report was accompanied by the sound of noisy footsteps.

For this war, Zhuang Sen brought three full knights, although most of them are fighting on the front line at this time, but the "Indomitable Truth" can still draw hundreds of the most elite Dark Angels, as a battle to welcome Leman Russ.

Countless exquisite battle phalanxes were unfolded in the spacious hangar of the Queen of Glory. Of course, it is worth taking the most serious attitude to welcome a Primarch: Hundreds of Dark Angels formed an array that can be called a sea of ​​people. Hundreds of battle flags fluttered above their heads, each of which was carefully selected, which symbolized hundreds of magnificent martial arts that were comparable to or even surpassed the exploits of the Space Wolves.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the two most important protagonists to appear.

Coswayne looked at his timer and thought so.

He did not stand in the array, but stood in the middle of the open space, as the right and left hand of the Lion King, waiting for his genetic father to rush to this meeting.

Of course, even Coswayne didn't know that, in Jonson's eyes, this was more than just a meeting.

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[This is Leman Russ. 】

Morgan witnessed the electronic projection in front of him, and the appearance of the Wolf King Fenris was clearly displayed on it. It was a demigod of the wilderness completely different from Magnus, Perturabo, Jonson, and Morgan himself.

The Primarch of the First Legion did not answer, he was carefully examining the intricate sigils on his armor, making sure that none of them were flawed.

Finally, he nodded and called his blood relatives to meet another brother.

But Morgan didn't respond to him either, she just observed Leman Ruth's projection quite carefully, so carefully that Jonson's brows were even slightly furrowed, and he found that the eyes of his blood relatives were on those majestic chests and rosy faces She stayed for too long, and she looked at him from time to time, as if she was doing some kind of comparison.

Johnson simply walked over and stood beside Morgan.

[You are wasting time. 】

Morgan nodded casually, as if she didn't hear it at all, and before Jonson's anger further brewed, she suddenly spoke in a soft and steady tone.

【He looks shorter than you, but he is also stronger, and he also looks healthier. Compared with him, your complexion is a little pale, and your face looks a little thin. 】

Zhuang Sen's face turned dark.

【What do you want to say? 】

Morgan's eyes wandered around the room, and she quickly found her target: the display cabinets in the far corners 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 delicate things in it.

Then, her eyes returned to Zhuang Sen's body, looking back and forth between the long golden hair and the green pupils, cruising on the straight waist and the facial features that seemed to be always shrouded in shadows.

Then, she laughed.

Morgan gently hooked her fingers, and a nearly perfect sable cloak came to her. Of course, for Morgan now, this cloak can be regarded as a cloak.

She thought for a while, and then hooked a smaller white mink cloak with her other hand. She put this luxurious white coat on Zhuang Sen's shoulders, then gently stroked her chin, thinking The compatibility and conflict between the white cloak and the black armor.

Zhuang Sen didn't say a word, he just lowered his head and watched the scene with interest.

Morgan pinched her pale lower lip with her index finger. After thinking for about two seconds, she covered the black ermine cape as well. Then, her psionic energy pointed on Jonson's shoulder like a bee In a general rush, black and white colors are mixed together, making snow white a perfect embellishment for those shiny pure blacks.

She fucked and whispered.

[Our brother is a savage, Johnson, a true savage king. 】

[And now, you want 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 someone will, Zhuang Sen. 】

[He is a savage king, at least it seems that he is more majestic than you, and his flushed face looks healthier than yours. You can't compare with him in these aspects, so you have to become another extreme. 】

[A civilized, rational, powerful, and calm endpoint. 】

[He is a barbarian king, then you have to 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 disdain even the most powerful barbarian king. 】

She spoke softly, she babbled, she tirelessly corrected and corrected every bad point on Jonson's armor, tapped her lips from time to time, thinking of a better match, her fingers were on the pure black Gently scratched across the power armor, leaving invisible marks.

Zhuang Sen didn't speak or refute. He even let his blood relatives rush around him a little stiffly, until he found that she seemed to be quite hesitant about the color of the hem at the very edge of the cloak.

【silver. 】

Johnson made a sound.

The voice stunned Morgan for a moment, and then she raised her head, her blue pupils were facing Jonson's, and in the next second, those pupils were filled with a smile.

Morgan wagged his fingers, and a layer of the purest silver surrounded Jonson's black armor and golden arms, making the lion a truly unattainable king.

【Perfect~】

She sighed softly, sincerely, and proudly. She crossed her hips and raised her head slightly, as if she was proudly waiting for any praise and praise.

Zhuang Sen snorted softly, and his eyes wandered over his own blood relatives, but it seemed that he only forcibly saw a problem.

The lion of Caliban walked to his weapon rack, and after a little thought, he picked up a dagger and stuffed it into Morgan's hand.

His blood relative pouted, expressing his dissatisfaction unreservedly.

There was a pleasant smile on the corner of Jonson's mouth, he turned his head, ignored the protests of his blood relatives, and then just looked at the time, and put his face on a serious look.

[Okay, stop making trouble, it's time. 】

【clear. 】

That icy breath returned to Morgan's body, and Jonson couldn't help taking a deep breath. He always liked this powerful and efficient breath.

【This time, don't hide in the crowd, you have to stand beside me. 】

【…】

[This is an order, you will have to face this day sooner or later, don't play tricks. 】

【……clear. 】

(End of this chapter)