Before Riemannus found Jorin, he also experienced another battle.

The fragment of the wolf lord and the werewolf was not only circulated in the communication network of the two legions, but also caused a huge wave in the network of the Durans, and unlike the knights and wolves who deliberately avoided this picture, the Duran people who were already at the end of their rope would not give up this opportunity.

Just as the wolf lord of the thirteenth Dalian gave the order to destroy the camera equipment, the thunderous footsteps like the migration of beasts rang in everyone's ears: it was clear that the reinforcements of the Duran had arrived, and they were faster and more numerous than they had imagined.

Thousands of Duran soldiers poured in from all directions, with no end in sight, and all the officers were showing off that infiltrating photo, so the noble anger of defending the country and the gnashing hatred of the invaders put on the most sacred coat, and the thorough hostile education of aliens and mutants for thousands of years collided and fermented at this moment, and finally formed an immortal fighting spirit that was enough to devour heaven and earth.

Yorin led three squads, which was not enough to stop the dreadnought frenzy, and the wolf lord beckoned his warriors to gather on the stage in the center of the theater, relying on the terrain and height of the place to build a temporary defensive line, where they only needed to point their guns at a few places and gaps in and out to form a storm of steel that would strangle any life, and above them, the iron cage holding their former companions was also creaking, and it was clear that the monsters inside smelled the smell of war, It's getting more crazy and bloodthirsty.

And just like that, the battle began.

Amid the countless gunshots and roars, the air was constantly twisting with the heat and deep breathing, and everyone's eyes were constantly trembling, as if everything was burning.

Duran's army followed one after another, the muzzles of the wolves screamed, everyone struggled in this whirlpool of death, the dark red armor of the Duran people soon filled the small half of the hall, and their comrades could even calmly tear down more walls and obstacles under the cover of corpses, although they were bleeding at every step, but they were indeed advancing, and in response to this advance, one after another Ruth's heirs began to fall, and the dark red frenzy and dark red blood tide swept in the angry roar of the wild wolves.

And all of this was not as good as the next scene that made the wolf lord despair: he heard a click that he knew all too well with the munition count about to be cleared, not only himself, but almost everyone in all directions.

The wolf lord gritted the roots of his teeth, and felt a pain to the bone in both rows of his teeth.

"Sooner or later, I'll regret this decision."

He muttered softly, then raised his gun and shot down the iron cage where the werewolf monster was imprisoned, and the moment the iron cage hit the ground, the wolf lord dodged over and kicked it hard, kicking it towards Duran's army.

In such a violent collision, it was only natural that when the cage holding the monster fell to the ground, it let out an overwhelmed groan, completely shattered, and the beast it imprisoned returned to the world.

The outright monster didn't hesitate for even a second, and couldn't wait to pounce on Duran's army, like a raging black hurricane sweeping through the tender flower beds, the Duran people's armament was as fragile as rotten pieces of paper under its fangs and claws, and for a moment, blood spilled everywhere, limbs flew sideways, and countless Duran soldiers clutched their throats and fell in pools of blood, or were simply torn to pieces, never to see that they were once human.

"Everyone!"

Seizing this opportunity, Jorin raised his battle axe, and with a roar, he led the remaining warriors to rush towards the Duran army that began to waver, and the battle turned into pure melee strangulation, the wolf cry and the wildness of the werewolves turned into a rampant flesh millstone, crushing the bravest Durans.

The wolf lord's mind was already blank, he simply raised his axe, with the battle memory that had long been engraved into his body, he lifted and fell again and again, ruthlessly harvesting life one by one, feeling a trace of fear brewing in this hall, until the bravest or most crazy Duran people died under the battle axe and claws, leaving only those who were not firm enough.

He didn't even dare to feel happy, for the wild howl that lingered in his ears reminded him of the consequences of some indulgence.

I don't know how long the bloody battle lasted, until every inch of the wolf lord's vision was occupied by pure blood, until his iron boots could no longer step on an inch of clean land, and the hall finally returned to their hands, but despite this, there were still countless Duran troops outside, they looked a little afraid, but they did not flee.

And just as he was about to think about what to do, he heard two wolf howls.

Giant wolves, two giant wolves, they suddenly appeared from behind the Durans, emerged from the edge of the battlefield, and without hesitation tore at the throats of these people, and behind them were hordes of iron-gray figures, it was a large number of space wolves that poured into the battlefield, they rushed into the battle line of the Duran people in an instant, and when these poor creatures realized that they were surrounded, the roaring chainsaw sword had already cut off the heads of hundreds of Durans.

And behind this invincible storm of steel, there is the tallest, most powerful, most invincible figure, he clutches his chainsaw sword, like a god of war who has come to the world from the sky, walking in the battlefield without suspense.

From this moment on.

The battle is over.

The slaughter began.

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Riemanrus stared at his dead son.

Or rather, this creature.

At the very least, it used to be its own son.

No one dared to disturb the genetic protogen, and the wolf king of Fenris stood in the [courtyard] piled up with the corpses of countless Durans and space wolves, quietly observing the completely dead werewolf, looking at its hideous head, its bloody mouth, and its scarlet eyes staring directly at the dim sky: this is what this monster looked like when it died.

It had died in battle, and the desperate struggle of the Duran had finally done it enough damage, and its burly and deformed body had no protection from the power armor, and it had been struck by lasers, bullets, swords, and even fists, and its sharp fangs and sharp teeth had crumbled one after another as it violently tore open the throat and chest of the Duran, and even the lush hairs had been soaked with blood, and were sticky and sticky to the skin.

But at the same time, its death was so glorious that it had probably killed more Durans than all of the people present combined, the blood seeping deep into its nails and never erasing it again, in a sense, it had acquired the way of death that any Fenriss could only dream of.

Ruth looked at it and remained silent, and eventually, the genogen slowly half-knelt, his fingers gently wiping the blood from the child's face, and slowly brushing its eyes.

It was at this moment that his wolf lord stepped forward, his iron boots trampling on the already cold flesh and making a slimy sizzling sound.

Jorin walked up to his king, his head bowed, the wolf lord was not unscathed in the battle he had just had, he had always been at the forefront, wounds and scars were enough to make any Astarte fearful.

But Ruth didn't look at him, he just looked at the dead child quietly, and only after half a ring, did he ask a slow question.

[Why don't you tell me.] 】

"I ...... I'm just waiting. ”

Only in front of his own genetic father and king, the voice of the wolf lord will be mixed with the whispering.

[Wait? What are you waiting for? 】

"Antidote, Truth, Solution...... Or something else......"

[Not really.] 】

[It is the sprout of eternal winter, the sunshine of the long night, the courage of a deserter, something that will never appear, we don't have to expect a miracle, we don't have to expect a promise. 】

The wolf king stood up, he was much taller than his most burly offspring, all the space wolves were waiting in a distance, in awe of the power of the father of genes, only the wolf lord standing beside him raised his head with difficulty, distressed by his confusion and confusion.

"We've been like this, my lord...... I still remember ......"

[I also remember, Jorin, I remember everything, I remember the cursed names, they used to be close to us, they fought side by side, but they failed, they did not withstand this power, and now, they can only wander in the dark night of Fenris, becoming complete monsters. 】

[I also know, not the past, this is also the future, the Kennis spiral gave us strength, the roar of the wolf in our veins, so that we can win countless wars between the stars, but when we can't control it, it decides to bite us in turn, is it something incomprehensible? 】

The words made Jolin tremble a little.

"You...... You know? My lord? ”

Riemanlus didn't answer immediately, he just showed a smile wrapped in sarcasm and bitterness, he looked at his wolf master, at the lord of the thirteenth dalian, his former shield-bearer, the person he had always trusted the most, even until the end of the gods, he would choose to stand firmly on his side.

Each legion has its own curse, Jorin. 】

[In this damn world, no one is carefree, the only exception is those stupid people. 】

[This is true of each of my brothers, they are like me, our bloodline gives our offspring strength to the point of inhumanity, but this power is not free. 】

[Every legion has a possibility to lead to the darkest future, and if some legions seem so perfect and invulnerable, it is only because their gloom is carefully hidden, or it is simply carried on the body of one person, which is the most dangerous. 】

[That's why the whole father needs us, and we need a group of executioners, because bad things can happen in any legion, so the blood-drinking guillotine must always be as bright as new and merciless.] 】

[Only I can do this, my brothers, who are too reserved, arrogant, kind, hesitant, or just plain weak to do this. 】

[I used to think that we were the special case, the one who was favored by the whole father and fate, and even when the palm seal warned me, I didn't care. 】

[Now it seems that this is nothing more than an arrogant evasive thinking, and at this point, there is no difference between you and me. 】

"Your Excellency...... I...... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you...... I ...... to you"

[Don't apologize to me!] 】

Riemanrus's anger was ignited in one moment, but disappeared in the next, he waved his hand irritably, and exhaled deeply, his voice merciless accusation and questioning.

[I know your thoughts, Yorin, you want to keep things down, you don't want this old phantom to destroy the legion, even if it means to deceive me, you have decided to do this, I can't say it's wrong, but you look at what it looks like now, this planet will definitely not be saved, and I still have to deal with my brother. 】

[Throne, I hope his temperament is not so bad, we were not very happy before. 】

The Wolf Lord's face was so strange: his face was pale, it was the despair and inferiority caused by deceiving his lord and the father of genes, but with the words of Riemanrus, this despair became a kind of utter excitement and shame, and the blood of his whole body was gushing up, dripping a large blood-red markings on his pale and narrow cheeks.

He was about to say something, but the Wolf King tapped him on the shoulder, stopping him, and Riemanruth approached his most trusted warrior and spoke slowly in a low tone that only two people could hear.

[Why do you think I know all this?] Yorin? 】

Do you think this is just your curse? 】

The wolf lord raised his head, his gaze like a torch, a flame of incredulity and consternation.

Ruth just smiled, and he reckoned little by little, like a treasure.

[At first, it was on Fenris, a warrior who was about to be incorporated into the second company, and it eventually fled into the wilderness, and I hunted it myself, no one knows, in fact, before we left Fenris, there were three. 】

[Then, the second company, the fifth company, the sixth company, the ninth company......]

[The most recent one was four years ago, eight in a row.] 】

He patted Yorin's shoulder again, looked at his wolf master's somewhat dull gaze, and couldn't help but smile.

[Most of them are like you, Yorin, they instinctively want to cover up, only two of them obediently found me to confess the situation, but they have better luck than you, so the situation is not too bad. 】

The wolf lord's mouth was sour, and he asked with great difficulty and sincerity.

"What the hell are we going to do? My lord? ”

[What should I do?] 】

Riemanruth shook his head, his smile bitter.

[If it were one of my arrogant brothers, he might pat his chest and get a way from somewhere that no one knows the details of. 】

[He doesn't know one thing: some sufferings cannot be avoided and solved, the only way is to grit your teeth and bear it, opportunistic methods may work for the time being, but one day you will face a more terrible backlash. 】

[And I won't do that, Yolin, I don't have the power and stupidity, and my fate dictates that I can't think of a real solution: a drug or a formula?] Maybe they will appear one day, but at least, for now, we don't have to count on them. 】

They are only echoes of our hearts, Jorin, and when we listen to the true voice of our hearts, we become like this. 】

[So, it's better to keep fighting.] 】

[At the very least, the smell of fish and wails can keep us from facing it for the time being, and the rest is nothing more than resignation to fate. 】

The genogen patted his heir on the shoulder, and he whispered the final order.

[Now, burn it, forget it.] 】

[Suffering is inevitable. 】

And we still have a battle to fight. 】

He spoke the order gently, then slowly turned away, breathing deeply, listening to the sound of an end to a battle.

The Wolf King of Fenris was so serene and melancholy that the wolf lord of the third Dalian connected to his communication.

"My lord, we detected a teleportation on the top of the Crimson Fortress, it's a dark angel!"

The wolf lord of the third Dalian tried his best to keep his voice down, but the anger and fury still churned on the other end of the communicator.

Riemannus froze in place.

His expression was stiff, confused, and even pure, and the faint melancholy just now was shattered by this news, and the wolf king's facial features were fixed in the most standard position in an instant, and only his mouth opened because of the purest shock.

It was like a child who, after months of hard work, got good grades, but when he got into his parents' car full of anticipation, he realized that it was not going to an amusement park: it was a dentist's office.

This naïve consternation only paused for a second, and the next moment, Riemanruth's face had become terrifying, and he bared his fangs like an angry beast, anger burning in his pupils, but even so, he remained as calm as he could.

He glanced at the time before asking his wolf master.

[Are you mistaken?] He promised me, it was a promise! 】

"We're attacking as hard as we can...... My lord, I assure you with my life that I am not mistaken, those dark angels have teleported in, and my rune charm can feel the echo of their unleashed psionic energy! ”

【……】

【Grass! 】

【Grass fucking!】 】

[Grass fuck Leon - Johnson!] 】

[You're fucking, you're really good at picking the time!] Give Lao Tzu a whole life! Make Lao Tzu angry! I'm going to fuck you! 】

Raging thunder raged through the flesh mill, and all the space wolves bowed their heads to the monstrous wrath of the Father of Genes, Ruth brandished his chainsaw sword, bared his teeth like a real wolf, and roared to give orders: gather your army, prepare the Stormbirds, and everyone should join him on their way to the Crimson Fortress.

When the piercing roar of the storm bird pierced through the entire courtyard, the wolf king turned his head and looked at the wolf lord he trusted the most.

If you really want to atone for your concealment, Jorin, keep fighting! Offensive! Let the land of Duran burn, let their screams tear through the sky, and kill every Duran you see who dares to resist. 】

[This is the fate of the space wolf.] 】

[And I, now I'm going to settle some personal grievances.] 】

(End of chapter)