It's true that Riemannus isn't a true space wolf, and even though he's the only leader of the pack, that doesn't mean he's in league with his offspring in his bones.

What's more, he wasn't really a Fenris, he didn't belong to the cold world of the dead, he didn't belong to the empire of men, he didn't even belong to himself, and from a certain moment on, Riemanrus succumbed to the rays of some merciless sun, and became what he considered to be a simple spear of execution.

Of course, in this galaxy, no one can live exactly according to what they think they think, not even the genetic prototype, Riemanrus can certainly change Fenris and the space wolf, but whether he himself is really as unaffected as he thinks is a matter of opinion.

But no matter what Riemanrus thinks, he is ultimately responsible for his actions: he has managed to cleanse his legion of vileness with his heroism and wildness over the past dozens of Terra standard years, and at this moment, he must face the backlash of these [advantages].

To be more specific, when Riemanlus softly spat out those soft words and promised to personally rush to the [Indomitable Truth] to apologize, the first thing he had to do was to face the boiling sky of thousands of space wolves.

——————

The battle continues, and it doesn't stop with a fatal misunderstanding or a solemn apology.

Johnson and Riemann Ruth are not fools who can easily get out of control, and the two legion masters tacitly put aside what they had just done for the time being: Duran's fleet has not yet collapsed, the giant fortress that is the core of the defense is still firmly in the hands of these resisters, and the combined forces of the two legions still need to kill these recalcitrant ones, which is the most important thing for them at the moment.

In the solemn silence of the Dark Angel, Riemanrus and his thirteenth company boarded a new warship and launched a fierce assault on the final core of Durran's fleet, and the battle that broke out in the Void Fortress ended in a Terra standard hour time, with Space Wolves losing seventeen squads and cutting off tens of thousands of Duran's heads.

At the same time, the Dark Angel's warships continue to pass by this burning purgatory, they chase the remnants of Duran's army that collapsed because they lost their leader, and gradually expand the airspace occupied by the Empire, until the air supremacy over Duran is completely obtained by the combined forces of the two legions: the world is still not subdued, and the Empire will not allow the tyrant of Duran to continue to survive, and a tragic landing and decapitation battle is a tacit matter for both sides.

While the Empire's fleet was clearing the last corner of the battlefield, the wolf king of Fenris had once again returned to the Nidhogg, and according to his previous orders, all the wolf lords, wolf priests, and high-ranking officers in the fleet had gathered in the ring room of this battleship to face a big trouble that would be enough to cause anyone's headache.

The genogen traveled between his offspring, and then made it to his stone seat, the thirteenth wolf lord of the third company, Yorin, who had survived this catastrophe, stood on his right hand, and on his left hand stood the guard of Gruni - Black Blood, Riemanrus, and next to the guard, another wolf master: Ogwai - Helmschlow, the master of the third company, and the true master of the [Nidhogg].

Riemannus sat on his throne with some weariness, neither anger nor rebuke.

The space wolf's genetic prototype was more burly and stout than most of his brothers, and only a few demigods such as Vulcan could outperform him, and he wore the rain-gray power armor that almost never came out, engraved with runes from Fenris, and on top of this power armor, there was a ruddy and rugged face, as if he was a mortal agent carefully crafted by the barbarian gods, born to be the lord of the barbarian kings and rule over all the wilderness realms.

At this moment, the genetic prototype beard was unshaven, the long pure blonde hair was twisted into a braid, which looked a little dirty, and his pupils were bloodshot, which was the exhaustion caused by the long journey of several months.

[Let's talk about it.] 】

He spoke.

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

[As far as I know, his patience is not very good, and if our answer does not satisfy his delicate heart, it will only go on and on. 】

The joke of the genogen added a little jolly air to the room, but most of them tensed their rugged faces, and after looking at each other, the wolf lord of the third company stepped forward.

"You can't go to the Indomitable Truth in person under any circumstances, Your Excellency."

"It is a great insult to you to meet another genogen who is supposed to be equal to you in the capacity of an apology messenger and in an inferior manner, my lord, you should not bear this humiliation, neither in Fenris nor in the Sixth Legion will agree to this."

Riemanrus was silent, and in the midst of this silence, his bodyguard, Blackblood, and the other officers expressed the same opinion one after another.

"This is a tragedy, my lord, and perhaps we should apologize, but not in person."

"War is war, and there will always be people who die, and that can't be avoided."

"We have proven our attitude with our sacrifices and actions, my lord, if he still insists on complaining about all this, it is a big deal that we will shed some more blood, so that he will have nothing to say, and the whole legion will fight to the death for your dignity."

The Wolf King only listened quietly, and after almost everyone had made such speeches, he rolled his eyes with savage and cunning at the same time, and looked at Yorin, the only one who had not spoken: because of the embarrassing status of the Thirteenth Wolf Lord in this incident, he could not take the initiative to speak.

What do you think, Blood Howl? 】

One of Riemanrus's original comrades-in-arms stepped forward, and Yorin stared directly at the face he had sworn to follow him to the end of his life decades ago, and raised his chin with a sense of pride that could not be lost.

"Let me go, my lord."

"I will go to the Indomitable Truth, go alone, kill or kill him......"

Riemanrus laughed.

With a wave of his hand, he interrupted Jolin's Top Gun.

[Send you there, and then what?] 】

[I'm afraid that if you just saw my brother, you will raise your axe and give him a jump, and then this matter will be completely fucking confused. 】

The wolf lord just puffed out his chest proudly.

"The Esrumnir can still fight, my lord, our spears of light have been filled, and we can go to the soup at any time for your dignity."

Riemanrus smiled and shook his head.

He did not doubt the veracity of Yorin's words, and he knew that with just one order from him, the wolf lord he trusted the most would do anything for him.

But this time, no.

The wolf king of Fenris stood up, his tall figure shrouded several of his heirs, and Riemanluth looked at his henchmen quite carefully, at all the wolf lords, wolf priests, and high-ranking officers, and he watched one by one, from the black blood to Jorin.

The genoplasm sighed almost to himself.

[All this time, we have lived in isolation, taking pleasure in the narrow remarks and discrimination of those fools, looking for the wind and snow we feel on Fenris in the vast stars. 】

[We have our own pride, and we have conceived of changing the minds of those fools, but every attempt has always backfired, and in the eyes of my brothers I am a barbarian king, leading my blood-drinking, stinking tribe among their respective castles, kingdoms, and libraries. 】

[They don't like me, but they can't help me, our blood and genes prevent the possibility of most of us cannibalism.] 】

[But Johnson is different, this brother of mine, he is not at all, 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 and shed his last drop of blood with us in the wilderness. 】

[That's stupid, stupid. 】

Riemanruth let out a long breath of heat, and he looked at his heir, his tongue licking the sharp canine teeth.

[Yes, my warriors, it involves dignity, our dignity, theirs, just as important, but it would be even more foolish to forge an indelible blood feud between two legions just for the sake of dignity. 】

[So ......]

Let's put aside our dignity for a while. 】

As he spoke, it was as if a mediocre king had given an order that displeased everyone, and a genuine shock appeared on the faces of all the attendees.

Jolin rushed out almost uncontrollably.

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

[Weak?! 】

Before the wolf lord's words fell, the roar of Riemanrus shook the entire Ring Chamber.

Do you think this is weakness, blood howl! 】

[Face your mistakes, not run away!] 】

[Take your vows, not hide!] 】

[Or for the sake of those ethereal things, let the real blood flow meaninglessly? 】

[It's not weakness, my warrior. 】

[Everyone has to bear his own position, take responsibility for what he does, evade his own responsibility, hide from his own mistakes, that is the real weakness. 】

He looked at his heir again, looked at the expressions on most people's faces that seemed to understand whether they understood or not, and sighed silently in his heart.

[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 carries his own glorious queen. 】

[If he wanted to, he could interfere with us, stop us, and even if he didn't, he could have mobilized all his strength, cut off the head of the tyrant Duran first, and swallowed everyone's credit into his stomach, leaving us not even a little residue!] 】

Do you know what that means? This means that all the hard work we've been working on for the past few months will come to naught, and we'll be a piece of complete shit! The bastards on Terra weren't happy with our progress for a long time, those bastards hadn't experienced real war, they only complained about our slow progress, and they wanted to kick us away all day long, and I even had to turn to the Palm Sealer to make sure we could continue this war with Duran. 】

[Only in war, we have a place, we are space wolves, I made a vow to chop the tyrant's neck, if we can't do it, then our oath is no different from horse manure, and our sacrifice over the past few months will be worthless. 】

[I will never allow this to happen, even if there is only a slight possibility, I will make everything go smoothly until I cut off the head of that tyrant!] 】

He roared, roared, and breathed deeply, and before his majesty, all the space wolves had only a deathly silence.

Riemanrus nodded, and then he mentioned a few names that symbolized calmness, as his attendants for this operation, these heirs were the few who would not be full of fighting and killing, and he did not want to make any more troubles.

[Now, disband, and when I'm done with all this, we can continue to fight.] 】

He smiled sinisterly and assured his heir.

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

——————

"The Storm Bird of the King of Wolves has set off."

Coswayne's voice came through the communicator, and along with his debriefing, there was a cacophony of footsteps.

For this war, Johnson brought three fully equipped knights, and although most of them were fighting on the front line at this time, the [Indomitable Truth] was still able to draw hundreds of the most elite dark angels to meet Riemanrus.

Countless intricate battle phalanxes were spread out in the spacious hangar of the Queen of Glory, and it certainly deserved the most serious attitude to welcome a genetic protogen: hundreds of dark angels formed a crowd array, with more than a hundred battle flags fluttering above their heads, each of which was carefully selected, symbolizing hundreds of martial arts that rivaled or even surpassed the exploits of the Space Wolf Legion.

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

Coswayne looked at his timer and thought.

Instead of standing in the array, he stood in the middle of the clearing, as the lion king's right and left hand, waiting for his genetic father to arrive at this meeting.

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

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[This is Riemanrus.] 】

Morgan watched as he watched the electronic projection in front of him, and the appearance of the Wolf King of Fenris was clearly displayed on it, which was a completely different demigod of the wilderness from Magnus, Perturabo, Johnson, and Morgan himself.

The Genoplasm of the First Legion didn't reply, and he was carefully examining the intricate coats of arms on his armor to make sure none of them were flawed.

Eventually, he nodded, calling out to his blood relatives to go with him to greet his other brother.

But Morgan did not respond to him, she only watched the projection of Riemanrus quite carefully, so carefully that even Johnson's brow furrowed slightly, and he found that the gaze of his blood relatives had stayed on those majestic chests and ruddy countenances for too long, and she was looking at him from time to time, as if she were making some kind of contrast.

Johnson simply walked over and stood beside Morgan.

You're wasting your time. 】

Morgan nodded casually, as if she hadn't heard it at all, and before Johnson's anger could build further, she spoke in a soft, steady tone.

He looks shorter than you, but he's also stronger, and he looks more ...... Healthy, compared to him, your face is a little pale, and your face looks a little thin. 】

Johnson's face darkened.

What do you want to say? 】

Morgan's gaze wandered around the room, and she soon found her target: the display cases in the far corners of the room were the results of Johnson's hunt, most of them the heads and claws of behemoths, but there were also more elaborate things inside.

Then, her gaze returned to Johnson's body, looking back and forth between the long blond hair and turquoise pupils, roaming over the straight back and features that seemed to be forever shrouded in shadow.

Then, she laughed.

Morgan gently hooked her fingers, and a near-perfect sable cloak came to her hand, of course, for Morgan now, this cloak could be regarded as a cloak.

She thought for a moment, and with her other hand hooked a smaller white mink cloak, which she draped over Johnson's shoulders, and then gently rubbed her chin, thinking about the compatibility and conflict between the white cloak and the black armor.

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

Morgan's index finger pursed her pale lower lip, and after thinking for about two seconds, she put the black mink cape on it as well, and then, with her psionic powers, pointed at Johnson's shoulder, hurried like a bee, mixing black and white colors, making snow white the perfect complement to those shiny pure blacks.

She whispered as she manipulated.

Our brother is a barbarian, Johnson, a true barbarian king. 】

And now, you are going to meet with him, in front of your countless sons, with him as the soul of their respective legions, you may not care about the details of this meeting, but someone will, Johnson. 】

He is a barbarian king, at least it seems, he is stronger than you, and his red face looks healthier than yours, and you are not as good as him in these aspects, so you will be the other extreme. 】

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

[He is a barbarian king, then you will become a real, the best knight, the best knight lord in the whole empire, symbolizing the conquest of civilization and reason, such an identity is enough to be proud of even the most powerful barbarian king. 】

She whispered, she chattered, she took the trouble to correct and modify every bad place on Johnson's armor, tapping her lips from time to time, thinking about a better match, her fingers lightly swiping over the pure black power armor, leaving invisible marks.

Johnson did not speak, nor did he refute, and he even stiffened himself and allowed his blood relatives to go about him, until he noticed that she seemed to be quite hesitant about the color of the curls at the very edge of the cloak.

[Silver. 】

Johnson spoke.

Morgan was stunned by this voice, and then, she raised her head, her blue pupils met Johnson's gaze, and the next second, those pupils were filled with smiles.

Morgan shook his fingers, and a layer of silver in its purest form surrounded Johnson's black armor and golden coat of arms, making the lion a truly unattainable king.

【Perfect~】

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

Johnson snorted lightly, his gaze wandering over his own blood, but he only forcibly saw a problem.

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

His blood relatives pouted, expressing their displeasure unreservedly.

A pleasant smile appeared on Johnson's lips, and he turned his head, ignoring the protests of his blood relatives, and then just looked at the time, and then solemnized his countenance.

[Okay, don't make a fuss, it's time. 】

[Understood.] 】

The icy aura returned to Morgan, and Johnson couldn't help but take a deep breath, he always liked this powerful and efficient breath.

[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. 】

【…… Got it. 】

(End of chapter)