Contrary to the common conjecture of the world, the space wolf during the legion period was not actually a completely scattered army.

In fact, during the Great Expedition, the superiority and hierarchy among the descendants of Riemanrus were clearly divided among the twenty Astarte legions, but their barbaric and reckless appearance obscured this.

And this is the result of the hard work and calculations of Fenris Wolf King Riemanrus day after day.

At the beginning of the Emperor's great journey, the Sixth Legion was the most terrible, barbaric, and corrupt legion under his command, and its reputation was even worse than that of the Eighth Legion, which was keen to spread terror, and the blood-drinking ghoul army, after all, the former also knew how to cover up their bloody tactics for the right reasons, while the latter was more due to birth defects in the bloodline.

Unlike the Sixth Legion, these [Rippers] have neither congenital defects nor necessary reasons, they have created one horrific massacre after another purely out of bloodthirsty desire, countless nests and worlds have been reduced to ruins under their iron boots, no matter what the mission, whether it is attacking, defending, forcing down, aiding, in the end, it is very likely to become a slaughter against everyone, even the defenseless old and weak women and children will not get the slightest sympathy.

Eventually, the Sixth Legion had to set up a discipline inspector who was unheard of in Astarte, and was responsible for executing legionnaires who had gone out of control and were slaughtering indiscriminately.

This continued until the return of Riemanrus, and King Fenris promised his father that he would change his sons and legions to prevent them from paddling into the worst and most depraved abyss.

Riemannus did just that.

He first fought alongside his own sons, slaughtering countless aliens and enemies to gain true respect.

The supreme king of the frozen world introduced the customs of the home planet into his legions, and gave them the name of the [Space Wolves], the atmosphere of indifference and bloodline began to change due to the orders of the Father of Genes, woodcut poems and animal skin decorations covered the bloodstained walls, and the Sixth Legion soon became a representative of rudeness and savagery in the eyes of mortals, but it also gradually washed away the indiscriminate killing of the past, and turned those impulsive desires into a certain heroism and open-mindedness, creating a soul that belongs to the space wolf.

At the same time, Riemanrus is also silently dripping the rudimentary but stubborn kingship of the barbarian society into the blood of the legion, the natural strength and authority of the genetic prototype make this simple and rough method of rule to the maximum, the sixth legion is finally no longer a force that will go alone because of personal irritability, all its barbarism and bloodiness are tightly tied to the head of Riemanrus.

But it also seems to mean that if one day, even Riemanrus loses his mind, the situation will fall to the worst possibility in the blink of an eye.

In this superficially loose but actually harsh legion system, there are only two kinds of people who can escape the power of Riemanrus, one is the wolf priest, whose status determines that they need a fearless position to give advice and advice to officers, and the second, the most special unit in the entire Sixth Legion.

It is the thirteenth Dalian that has broken through the catastrophe right now.

The thirteenth Wolf Lord Jorin, Bloodhowl, and his warriors were the most special members of the Legion, most of whom were the original comrades of Riemanlus, who fought side by side when the Genogen was an ordinary prince on Fenris, and when Riemanlus returned to the Empire as the Emperor's heir, these warriors, who were no longer young, insisted on following their king.

Most of them never stepped off the operating table of Astarte's remodeled surgery, and those who succeeded, led by Jorin, became one of Riemanlus's most trusted and indulgent forces, and the Wolf King was left to their rampant battles for victory and bloody pleasure.

Until this time, catastrophe was born.

Yorin simply ignored the Dark Angel's communication, and although he had received it early in the morning, the anger and resentment of not being able to catch up with the beginning of the war had him shield it haphazardly, and the [Esrumnir] galloped all the way under the orders of the wolf lord, pounced on the greatest opponent, ready to swallow the honor of killing Duran's flagship, which was given to them by Riemanrus as a reward for months of hard fighting.

As for the Dark Angel warships that kept bypassing Duran's flagship, he didn't bother with it, under the constant roar and orders of the wolf lord, the [Esrumnir] withstood the last firepower of Duran's fleet and the continuous communication requests of the Dark Angels, and sent the huge prey in front of him to the eternal Hades.

It wasn't until the scarlet cracks, a sign of mortality, began to spread throughout Duran's flagship that Jorin slapped his seat contentedly, months of sullenness and unhappiness vanishing with the hearty hunt.

The whole ship roared with its wolf owner, turning its steering gear and direction, intent on finding its next prey.

No one cared, and the fleet of Dark Angels, which had been in constant communication, seemed to have fallen into a strange and eerie silence.

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"Adult ......"

"I make a request to you."

"I ask your permission to allow us to take revenge."

"This is murder, my lord, this is a complete murder and betrayal! He's slaughtering our fighters! Slaughtering your best offspring! They rejected communications, all communications! This is deliberate murder! ”

Through the hissing of the communicator, the captain of the Sword of Noumak pleaded in Johnson's ear, pleading for permission for revenge and a counterattack, and anyone could hear the terrible anger in his voice, and how much patience he had exerted to suppress it.

One hundred and eighty Dark Angels, from the Indomitable Truth, from the Sword of Noumaki, from the best formations of the Knights of the Second, Sixth, and Ninety, from Terra and Caliban, from countless journeys full of honor and dedication.

They may have been fighting for the emperor's great cause before the great expedition began, they may have listened to his guidance and command under the emperor's command, and they may have never suffered setbacks or defeats in front of the enemy in countless battles in the past.

But now, everything is over.

Everything was clearly displayed on the electronic projection, Johnson could see the death of the Duran beast: it had been completely torn apart by the kinetic energy of the explosion, the terrible power contained in the reactor was slowly torturing it to death, and even how the keel of the battleship had undergone the most extreme bending, and finally broke with a bang, all the decks and corridors were shattered, facing the oxygen-free space and deadly radiation in the void, tens of thousands of Duran people were martyred for the beast at the first moment of its death, Those who survive will have to go through a longer period of pain and struggle.

This is true for all people.

including his heirs.

So it is with his sons.

They died meaninglessly.

The Lion of Caliban's face was shrouded in an endless haze and silence, and he did not speak, nor refute, but maintained a most terrible low pressure, and he silently watched as Duran's battleship turned into a mass of burning scrap metal in the successive explosions, and his turquoise pupils caught the flash of shield light.

He seemed to remember something, and the face occupied by anger and heaviness withdrew from the shadows and looked at his sweaty blood relatives beside him.

Patches of sweat spread all over Morgan's cheeks and neck, wetting thousands of hairs, she gasped heavily, the psionic energy that had been extremely squeezed in an instant was constantly eating her at this moment, her waist was slightly bent, and there was a blood-red light flashing in her blue pupils.

She noticed the lion king's gaze, and lowered her head in shame and chagrin.

[Thirty-three ...... Alive. 】

Johnson was silent, he still didn't say anything, the genogen 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 Bilivan, and even in Sisyphus......

He had never been so terrible.

Johnson slowly raised the communicator, put it to his lips, and gave the order softly, the unquestionable voice naturally overshadowing the [Noumak Sword] request.

[Send out the Storm Birds, on Duran's battleship, there are still our people alive, be sure to keep them safe.] 】

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator, followed by a loud and tumultuous sound, but as the sounds faded away, the trembling voice of the High Knight reappeared, still asking for permission for revenge.

The lion of Caliban did not answer immediately, he just watched quietly at the electronic projection, watching [Esrum Nir] swagger through the burning ruins, as if he were a pure and unsullied savior, enjoying everything that was rightfully enjoyed in his infinite glory.

He breathed.

He tried his best to calm himself.

He had to stay calm.

……

The battleship was about to sail away......

……

Eventually, Johnson's brow jumped uncontrollably, and his pupils were eventually occupied by some kind of unknown fog.

He spoke.

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[Yes.] 】

[I gave permission.] 】

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"Keep course! Speed up! ”

"You bitch! Get me moving! ”

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

Jolin sat on his throne, his Fenris's hoarse cry reverberating through the command room, all the space wolves began to howl, and even the ordinary crew and mortal servants were shouting excitedly, enjoying the savage pleasure of hunting.

The wolf lord couldn't help but stand up, looking for the next target in high spirits, and then, a mutation was born.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, an unexpected attack hit the wolf lord's battleship with precision, which seemed to be a temptation, an attempted adjustment, the first breath of a frenzied revenge.

"Fuck, what's ......"

Before the wolf lord's confusion could be spoken, the second blow followed, and a beam of the most intense and deadly devastating energy was heading straight for their warship, all the warning instruments and warning runes were screaming loudly at all costs, but when they were all useless.

The second blow came as promised, it was an undisguised heavy blow of hatred, the light spear perfectly hit the wolf lord's battleship, the three-layer void shield turned into useless ions under the ravages of heat and energy, and the explosion and impact began to wreak havoc on the bridge and body of the [Esrum Nir], and the entire capital ship tilted and fell under this solid blow, and was even captured by the gravity of Duran's home planet, which was close at hand, and slowly rowed to the surface.

In the midst of the chaos, only the almost never-ending shrill screams of the tyrant of Duran still echoed around every corner.

"What the is going on!"

Jolin roared, completely bewildered by the inexplicable blow, and the wolf lord rushed to the divination box with a lunge, carefully searching Duran's direction, but did not see any enemy ships that could make such a threat.

Unless......

A terrible thought crossed his mind.

Jorin shifted the angle of the divination box in a different direction: one he didn't like, but never had to worry about and guard against.

He saw it.

The Sword of Noumak was facing them head-on, a position perfect for sniping, and an astonishing amount of energy was gathering around the Dark Angel warship: the divination box faithfully reflected reality, the Sword of Noumak had once again prepared its spear of light, and the lethal weapon was aimed at the Essrumnir who had temporarily lost its mobility.

Behind it, the Dark Angel's capital ships were adjusting their direction one by one, aiming their muzzles and the heaviest armor at the fleet of Space Wolves, and even in the most distant places, the Indomitable Truth had slowly started its main engine.

The space wolf fleet also clearly sensed that something was wrong on this side, the [Nidhogg] had discovered its brother's dangerous situation, and was rushing towards the [Esrumnier] at all costs, and on the communicator's public channel, the emergency communication between the ships, which should have been chaotic because of the war, exploded all at once because of this sudden murder, and all the space wolf battleships let out their own roars and questions, and hundreds of messages were rampage in the channel, making it impossible to hear any sound.

Yorin's eyes widened, and he stared at it all as if a child had seen the sea for the first time.

This fearless wolf lord can only subconsciously spit out a sigh now.

"The Father is above, ......"

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Jorin's emotion could not change anything.

Without even a second of delay, the moment the light spear was ready, the [Sword of Noumaki] did not hesitate to deliver the final blow, pasting the declaration of death on the murderer who had taken the lives of hundreds of dark angels.

The Esrumnir spotted the blow, and it was doing its best to turn around the countless drifting ruins, intending to fight the murder, but it seemed like nothing could be done.

The bright spear of light drew a deadly devouring color in the void, eager to harvest the last life, but at the moment when it was about to hit the target, the [Nidhogg] arrived in time, this abrupt savior opened all his backup energy positions, and firmly blocked the blow for his fighting brother, the light spear destroyed all its void shields, all the bridges and masts were wiped out in the most violent shock wave, and the entire battleship fell into a tilted state under the double blow of speed and power, Even countless lights were disappearing from the portholes of the Nidhogg at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All of a sudden, the two battleships of the Space Wolves lay side by side in the middle of the battlefield, losing the strength to continue fighting and sailing, and in the endless void, only the never-ending laughter of the tyrant of Duran surrounded them.

And at this moment, Riemanrus's roar finally overshadowed all the information and exploded in Johnson's ears.

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[Leon-Johnson!] My brother! 】

What are you doing! 】

[Answer me!] 】

[You're murder!] 】

"You're attacking my heirs! Your companions! 】

What the hell are you doing! Stop it! 】

Countless cries of these kinds rushed out of the mouth of the space wolf's genetic protoplasm, echoing through the room like thunder in a valley.

Johnson lowered his head and listened to the roars, which he seemed to deliberately maintain a certain quietness, enjoying the distortion and anxiety of Riemanrus's voice in the long roar.

Finally, at some point, his bleak complexion improved a little.

Morgan could see a deliberate smile on the corner of his mouth, and along with his smile came the low, restrained, and cultivated voice of the genetic proto, but it did not hide its bitterness and disdain.

"You're here too, Riemanruth. 】

[I thought that those stupid dogs of yours had finally gone completely crazy, and left you behind, and came to me, barking wildly. 】

So, I'll help you discipline them. 】

[Discipline?! 】

[Are you crazy!] 】

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

Riemannus's roar filled the public channel, and in the midst of this blunt roar and insult, Johnson was kept in a silent and dangerously elegant atmosphere.

He brought his lips closer to the communicator, and at first mocked Riemanrus's brain and intelligence: as if mocking two lumps of air.

He sarcastically mocked Riemanrus, in front of everyone, whether it was a dark angel or a space wolf.

It wasn't until he felt that the wolf king was about to go berserk that Johnson's tone suddenly changed, and he began to tell his plans and actions, and began to tell Riemanlus what his heir had done in front of everyone, little by little, in front of everyone.

Then he heard silence.

Riemanluth's roaring gasp turned into a dead silence the moment he understood everything.

It turned into a serenity that made him feel a sense of satisfaction and happiness.

Then Johnson heard a roar, not one that belonged to Riemanus, but one that belonged to Jorin, Blackblood, Bravieer, and all the space wolves, all of them roaring, roaring, shouting for blood debt.

But in the next second, one of the most violent roars belonging to Riemannus overshadowed all sounds, and this roar was directed not at anyone else, but at Riemanrus' own sons and warriors, and he suppressed all voices eager to continue the conflict with an unquestioning attitude, and then took a deep breath.

Afterwards, everyone on the public channel could hear the low, slow, and even as soft voice as possible from Riemannus.

Johnson, my brother. 】

You have been wronged. 】

【Please wait a while on your battleship.】 】

[I'll go to you personally...... Come to your door and apologize. 】

As soon as these words fell, the public channel connecting hundreds of warships suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Johnson laughed.

His brother is not a space wolf after all.

(End of chapter)