In the years when fate flowed normally, his whole life was a tragedy for cowards.

His adoptive father was reduced to pieces by the roar of the Butcher's Nail, and his comrades were reduced to dry bones in the war songs of the slave owners' army.

And he, he didn't have time to do anything.

He would like to die on this red sand instead of becoming a piece of dust in the vast sky.

But he fled.

It wasn't his choice, he never did.

Perhaps he once had the authority to choose, but the roar of anger swallowed everything—

In vain rage and sorrow.

War Hound, the future.

"Nusaria."

Karn, the commander of the eighth company, stood on the side of the holographic projection planet, the azure fluorescence shining on his smooth power armor, smooth and serious.

Receiving instructions from the Commander of the Twelfth Legion, Karn and his company were ordered to patrol the starfield—

to find their genetic protoplasms.

There are not many planets colonized by humans in this region, and there are even fewer planets with a high level of civilization.

Nusaria is one of them.

Towering mountains covered with snow all year round, lush forests, tall walls adorned with silk flags, and bustling cities.

Technology and culture strike a delicate balance, and the high productivity brought about by technology can even support the planet's thriving gladiatorial entertainment.

It has to be said that even after Karn went on expeditions with the expeditionary legions to various planets, Nusaria was quite beautiful in his eyes with its topography and cultural level.

If the Wardogs were to find their original father, Karn would have liked his father on such a beautiful planet.

Compared to the crowded and noisy Nest Capital Planet, compared to the dim and oppressive agricultural planet, and compared to the barren and scarce Death Planet, their original body should have a beautiful home planet.

Like Lord Kiliman of the Thirteenth Legion, the charismatic Macurag, or the Seventh Legion, Lord Dorne, the serious Mountain Formation is silent in the universe.

Their lord should be the king of a bright planet, standing in his castle.

Karn carefully observed the landscapes of the planets scanned by the Warhounds, and looked at the towering fortresses.

Something that exists in the depths of the blood and soul is calling for the war dog, and this is it, and it can't be wrong.

Karn thought.

He couldn't wait to reach out to the humans on this planet.

No, think of the words of the Legion Commander, be cautious, be cautious, Karn.

If the original form of the war dog is really on this planet, then he needs to make a good impression on his father.

He wanted to let their Primordial Adults know—

The war dog will be his most glorious tomahawk.

"Sanger, send the Empire's meeting request to this planet."

Karn turned back and began to deploy.

His brothers stood behind him, their hearts beating vigorously, and a vague premonition told them—

Here it is.

Nusaria, a noble fortress.

The meeting with the ruling class on this planet went unexpectedly.

With no resistance at all, or a temptation to meet the consequences, after getting a first understanding of the size of the empire and its military strength, the rulers of the planet quickly opened the doors of the planet to them.

The ruling class here even has a rare STC.

The rulers made it possible for the Empire to submit to the Empire, hand over the STC, and pay tithes on time, but on the condition that the Empire would not directly interfere in the management of the planet's hierarchy and that the ruling class would remain on the throne.

Of course.

If it is another planet, in a short period of time, it will be able to take a planet with a high degree of conformity, rich resources, and STC.

Legions that complete this quest will surely be honored by the Empire.

But not now.

Karn wore floor-glittering power armor, emblems of past glory delicately embellished his armor, leaping in small arcs over the polished armor.

Behind Karn, the elite warriors of the Eighth Company stood in place, their armor equally polished.

Karn looked impatiently at the pot-bellied middle-aged man in front of him.

The man was slightly bald, and he revealed the cunning of Shun Liang that disgusted the war dogs.

Why isn't the ruler of this planet their primordial?

Their original body is not on this planet?

Or does their primordial not like the intrigues of these mortals, and is now immersed in his own hobbies?

When Karn had counted the sixteenth world he had conquered, the disgusting middle-aged man finally shut his mouth and looked at him with a flattering expression.

Caution, Karn, caution.

Karn took a deep breath and said in his most serious voice,

"The Eighth Wing of the Twelfth Legion is at the suggestion of Nusaria."

"After that, the rest of the Empire will come to this planet and bring him under the Empire's rule."

Usually the first Imperial Department to come is always the Ministry of Revenue, or the mechanical sage who rushes to come to archaeology.

"Originally, the affairs of this planet should be handed over to other departments."

"But as commander of the eighth company of the Twelfth Legion, Kahn, we would like to ask for your help, in the name of the Legion."

Hearing that this group of tall and mighty warriors like heavenly generals had a request for him, the middle-aged man opposite was overjoyed and hurriedly asked,

"What is your request, we will do our best to help."

As long as he has good relations with these people who claim to be the empire, then his Denisovich's dominance will not be completely solid!

Those noble sons and daughters who hid safely behind the family and pushed him out to face the outsiders, regret it!

From now on, the Tapulov family will be completely at the helm of Nusaria!

Denisovich took out his most sincere smile and looked at the giant opposite,

"We. . Looking for an adult in Nusaria. ”

"He will be the master of our legion."

Get?

"What are the characteristics of the adult you're looking for?"

The warrior opposite him was stuck, and after a long time, he said slowly,

"Extremely tall and at the same time outstanding in the crowd."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

The warrior across from him was silent again.

Denisovich, on the other hand, began to immediately recall whether there was an outstanding existence in the aristocratic family he knew.

"Okay, I'll look for it."

Seeing that Kahn didn't want to mention it again, Denisovich immediately took over the conversation, and agreed with a smile on his face.

Karn, who sat across from him, was not as calm as he seemed.

Generally speaking, when it comes to standing out from the crowd, if the original is really on this planet, the locals should have responded a long time ago.

Maybe their original body isn't here?

But the blood ties told him that Karn was where they were supposed to be.

Could it be that their Primordial Adults are completely different from other Primordials?

Karn didn't dare to say anything else, such as the fact that the person he was looking for had landed in the air, and in a considerable part of the original body recovery, this part would be concealed or distorted by the locals, so he couldn't mention it.

He didn't dare to say that his Primordial was perfect or handsome, for Karn knew that some of the Primordials weren't.

Irascible.

Karn watched as the three thousand and seven sons of nobility tried to prove his nobility to himself, his powdered face mixed with sweat and powder.

These scum who want to rub oil off the legion.

He couldn't wait to directly explode the shotgun and destroy the sissy on the other side.

"It's not him, the next one."

"Ah, my lord, I may be what you are looking for. Ever since I was a child, I felt that my family was not worthy of me."

Forcibly pulled down, the noble kid was still struggling to say something.

Anger, irritation of being teased.

What the hell is he doing, wasting precious time on the Great Expedition and coming here to be a stupid trickster?

Karn didn't have the time and patience to spend here, and the Primordial Lord of the Twelfth Legion would not be here.

Perhaps the previous induction was nothing more than an illusion, even now it was stirring Karn's sanity.

It's time for them to go.

Feeling the faint anger of the giant beside him, Denisovich next to him immediately spoke, trying to curry favor with the adult.

"Don't worry, sir, maybe we can expand the search to civilians."

In fact, the first few columns on the list of nobles provided by Denisovich are the names of the families who bribed him.

Karn snorted.

How could his primordial Lord condescend to the commoners!

But even so, Karn agreed.

"Hmm."

Leaving a few War Dog Brothers here to watch, he will take the remaining Eighth Company to find other planets.

However, Denisovich, who was often in aristocratic circles, immediately heard Kahn's displeasure.

No, he's already talking to the other families, and he has to seize this opportunity!

"That. Are you leaving? ”

Karn nodded silently.

Denisovich is not the kind of waste aristocrat who doesn't have a long brain, and of course he knows that he can't stop the other party directly at this time.

"I'm sorry we couldn't find the person you're looking for, but as a member of the First House of Nusaria, I, Denisovich, swear that I will continue to look for you."

"Hmm."

For this nobleman who does not mess around, Karn is still relatively satisfied.

"My lord, do you want to go to the Colosseum to watch it before you go? My family has the largest gladiatorial arena in Nusaria. ”

The Colosseum?

In his previous understanding, Karn knew that the nobles of Nusaria liked to capture slaves and throw them into the gladiatorial arena to fight.

These aristocrats who like to watch others fight are all oily and powdery.

Well, maybe you can go to the Colosseum and see if there are any newcomers suitable for the Twelfth Legion.

As a melee dog, this type of hand-to-hand combat is certainly one of Karn's passions.

He asks questions in the communication channel, asking for the opinion of the management dogs around him.

Finally, Kahn said,

"Okay, before we go, let's go to the Colosseum."

Nosharia, the first gladiatorial arena.

The huge cylindrical outer wall towered into the sky, and the earthy yellow wall had long been soaked in blood, exuding bursts of blood.

This is the largest gladiatorial arena in Nusaria, and countless gorgeously dressed men and women are sitting on the viewing platform and cheering!

The host stood on the stage, Nusraia's characteristic electric shock levitation horn flew in the huge venue, and the host's sharp and witty words came out from time to time.

"Behold, our undefeated sons of the mountains have once again slain ferocious beasts!"

"It's a pity that this beast hasn't tasted defeat before, but the number of slaves it devours is finally fixed here-"

"Four hundred and thirty-nine, yes, I bet it can eat four hundred and forty, haha."

However, the sudden arrival of the slave hunting army interrupted the host's self-ridicule.

The knight, dressed in the armor of the slave owner's family, whispered a few words to the host—

Then the host's high-pitched words resounded in the sky again,

"Good news, friends!"

"The Lord named the Empire will soon be in the First Gladiatorial Arena,"

"Our Lord Denisovich of the Prov family has instructed that today we will let the strongest warriors and the strongest beasts in the gladiatorial arena fight!"

"Blessed are all of you here today! This is destined to be a gladiatorial battle that will go down in the history of Nuseria, and let us cheer!! ”

, whistle, shout!

"Son of the Mountain! Son of the Mountain! ”

Loud beats of applause began to thunder.

A smiling Denisovich appeared, leading the crowd from the family-exclusive passage at the back of the arena to the slow entrance to the best viewing platform directly in front of the arena.

On the viewing platform, the carefully carved patterns, the deliberately reinforced glass and walls, show the enormous wealth of the Plov family.

Harsh daylight pours in from the entire glass table, illuminating half of the interior walls.

Karn absentmindedly turned back to accept the flattery of the nobles, and then sat down casually.

Behind him, the other elite war dogs that followed him were all surrounded by scantily clad aristocratic women, and they had no time to care about anything else.

Karn sighed, farce, there was no need to stay long.

Karn wasn't good at this kind of planetary diplomacy, and it was usually the work of the Shadowmoon Wolves or Ultramarines.

Let's watch a show and leave, just give face to this nobleman who actively helps them.

Kahn, of course, knew what Denisovich was up to.

Finally getting the nobleman behind him to get away, Karn sighed again, and turned his head away, looking down at the Colosseum—

He immediately stood up.

Karn, stalled.

The blood is flowing.

Realizing that Karn was wrong, the other war dogs also violently pulled away from the women beside them, moving their gaze-

They didn't move either.

It's as if the heartbeat has stopped.

"Ah, sir? What's the matter, my lord? ”

The flattering voices of the nobles still echoed harshly, but they faded into Karn's ears like distorted tapes.

He stood on the highest platform, among the ornate buildings carved with gold, silver, and jewels, staring at the slave fighters in the mud pits at the bottom.

He stood in the red-stained blood pit of his comrades, he stood beside the massive corpse of the beast, the roar of the butcher's nail roaring, the blood falling down his fangs, and he looked angrily at the slave owner on the high platform.

Karn's mind went blank.

Dead.

For a long time, as if a century had passed, Karn's faint and barely recognizable voice rang out from the communication channel,

Caution, Karn, caution.

But his mind went blank and it became difficult to think, like a stuck doll.

"Immediately block the external communication channel of this planet, orbit to attack the large air defense equipment of this planet, and call the flagship home team of the Twelfth Army to come immediately."

"Supreme command, call the entire legion at once."

“.”

"Get an extermination order ready."

Karn muttered.

The communication channel shut down with a thud, and almost instinctive words rang out, but Karn felt his blood freeze.

A word they had been thinking about for a long time stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say anything.

Karn gripped the blade of his chainsaw axe, and the sound of his power armor shattering, blood pouring down his blood, made him feel like he was standing on the ground,

"Father."

He said softly.

Blood dripped down.

(End of chapter)