The Wolf King brought seventy men—maybe more.

The shrill whistling of the Stormbird's engine continued to torment the eardrums of each Dark Angel, and the ensuing heat swept through the hall in the blink of an eye, but none of this affected Johnson's knights, who quickly gathered on either side of the Lord and formed a tight battle line.

Johnson stepped down from the throne of the tyrant of Duran unhurriedly, his left hand holding the shriveled head that symbolized all the victory and glory of the whole war, and the great sword in his right hand cut a hideous crack in the carpet, although all the dark angels present were gathered around him, but the only one who really stood by him was the silver-haired lady who was accustomed to being silent in public.

He came a little earlier than I thought. 】

[However, if he chooses to deal with the outside affairs first, and then rushes over to ask for the face he never had, then I may look up to him.] 】

The Genogen of the First Legion tilted his head slightly, looked at his blood relative, and his words were full of arrogance as an absolute victor: of course he could be so arrogant, after all, in this war, whether it was against Duran or against his brother, he was the winner.

Winners can always be arrogant.

And after Johnson's slow, soft smug words landed, his blood relatives also raised their heads, and her voice was the most standard High Gothic, imbued with the demeanor and calmness of an elitist.

[This may lead to a fight, Lord Johnson, and maybe, I shouldn't have encouraged you to launch this decapitation: relations between the Legions are already a little strained.] 】

The progenitor's brow furrowed, but no one could see it.

Whenever they discussed in public, she would always adopt this tone, and before that, Johnson still liked it, after all, at that time, she was still his evil advisor, and the biggest interaction between them was business.

But now, he found that he might have preferred her slouchy tone in private, the kind of malicious edge of her lips that she only used when discussing secrets, telling opinions, and even sarcasm, which she would only use in private discussions between the two of them, dancing on the edge of his anger without timidity, while in front of others, she was either a silver-haired lady of incredible ability or a melodious mortal friend.

This distinction in tone alone is a secret: after all, in the information that Johnson has gathered, she will be like this next to the lion of Caliban...... Naughty.

Perhaps that's why Johnson's attitude is slowly changing: after all, a person who has tasted secrets will only feel dull about anything on the surface.

But now Johnson didn't realize this, he just instinctively didn't adapt to this kind of businesslike tone, and the gene prototype stood his big sword on the ground, and his tone casually dissolved the [sin] of the advisor.

[Even if you weren't with me at the time, I would have ordered teleportation and decapitation by other means, and I wouldn't let my heir bleed in vain because of anyone's mistakes, even if he was a genetic protologist.] 】

[I gave him a chance, but that doesn't mean he can squander the opportunity that the First Legion has built with blood, and it's not my actions that take away his so-called honor, but his dereliction of duty. 】

If he doesn't understand this yet, I don't mind a fight, tell him what etiquette is, don't worry, everything will come to an end, whether it's me or my brother Fenris, we know it. 】

Morgan blinked, looking a little effortless as she stared directly at Johnson's great helmet, silver strands of hair cascading like a waterfall onto the sumptuous floor.

[Then, please let me stand by your side then, Johnson.] 】

At the end of her words, she lowered her tone and whispered the name of her blood relatives like a breeze in the morning mist.

Johnson snorted.

[Feel free, but like I said, nothing will happen, we may have a few moves, but it won't bleed, and it won't progress to a real sword duel, unless my brother has been frozen in the snow by Fenris.] 】

[It's our brother, Johnson.] 】

[In reality alone, no one is your blood relative now except me.] 】

Morgan seemed to be muttering something, but Johnson didn't hear it.

She then amplified her voice.

[Maybe it'll be fine, but ability and attitude are two different things, Your Excellency Johnson, I want to do the best I can at all times.] 】

【Encouragement......】

Halfway through speaking, Johnson seemed to think of something, and he looked at his blood relatives.

[Did you do the same when you were in the 15th Legion?] 】

[At any time, but not everyone can see the abilities and attitudes of others, and even if they can, not everyone has the heart to truly recognize them, which requires the courage of self-reflection and the awareness of failure, not everyone has this quality. 】

[Yes, that's rare. 】

The Genomorph of the First Legion whispered in agreement, his gaze on the door that was about to be pushed open: the thunderous footsteps had intensified.

At least they don't. 】

——————

Like a blizzard that swept the heavens and the earth, the rumbling of wolves echoed through one corridor after another, and even the dark angels could feel a muffled beast brewing its fury and roaring towards them just by the sound alone.

Johnson and his heirs didn't have to wait long, and after just a few breaths, the door full of frescoes and gems was violently kicked open, and the world of flowers outside the door was gone, and it became the most wild and primitive black forest: for one after another angry demon wolves were pouring in from outside the door.

A pungent breath first broke into the hall, the scent of beasts and tundra, followed by the muffled rumble of iron boots, the swords staggered, and the symphony of Fenris, clash of teeth, bones, and hand-carved rune ornaments, roamed the room with a clanging and clanging sound.

Until a terrible roar exploded, drowning out all sounds.

[Leon-Johnson!] 】

[My brother! 】

[Damn, tell me!] Is it in the eyes of you Caliban, that oath is something that is not worth mentioning? 】

[Or do you think you can make fun of Fenris's wolves with impunity!] You know! That's an oath! Every Fenris will face any sea of swords and fires for the sake of their oath! 】

The beast's howl came from the depths of Riemanrus's throat, and it was all too palpable, eager for a vigorous solution.

Johnson's eyebrows furrowed, he first casually raised his hand, leaned the silver-haired advisor beside him behind him, and then turned his arm in the direction, his fingers gesturing in mid-air, stopping the heir who wanted to form a confrontation line.

At last he slowly drew his lion sword, and by this time Riemanrus was no longer far away, and the male lion of Caliban could clearly see what kind of army his brother was carrying: they numbered about seventy, wearing either blood-stained helmets or showing the tattoos on their necks and cheeks, and their eyebrows made no secret of their anger at having their prey stolen.

You're too slow, Ruth. 】

The genogen replied softly to his brother, neither sarcastic nor apologetic.

[I don't know what you're inking a step from here, and I don't care, but I won't waste my offspring because of your hesitation. 】

[No one will wait for you all the time, at least not me. 】

[You! Damn it! Sweared! 】

Riemanruth's roar was accompanied by the ominous roar of the chainsaw sword in his hand, and at this moment the genogen was no different from a giant bear that had been disturbed from hibernation.

[And now, you've broken your oath and fucked it!] I've got my prey! 】

Johnson laughed, standing behind his lion sword, undisguised as sarcasm on his lips.

[Your prey? yes, but he really didn't have any difficulty. 】

[Speaking of which, I can understand the great hunting exploits you boast about on weekdays.] 】

The wolf king of Fenris did not reply, his face shrouded in gloomy thunderclouds and storms, brewing terrible natural disasters that could destroy the kingdom, his steps silent and swift, the chainsaw sword roaring in the palm of the genogen in the slightly dim surroundings of the main hall, like the roar of a dragon, telling a piercing gospel of death and killing.

The Space Wolves followed their king closely, turning into a chaotic wave of the full moon, approaching the silent and unwavering bank of the Dark Angel.

It wasn't until Riemanlus finally stopped that the wave temporarily halted the breath of destruction, and at this point, the King of the Space Wolves was only one step away from his brother, and it was like a replay of the scene in the Indomitable Truth's hangar less than two Terra Standard Time (TSTs) ago.

The wolf king's gaze swept over the shriveled head, which was supposed to be his prey, and the gaze of the genetic prototype randomly swept over his silent knight brother, and swept over his noble honor that was so arrogant that it was disgusting.

Finally, his gaze came to the void in front of him, where there was an invisible barrier of fragility, a slight stench that he did not like: it was the breath of psionic energy, and with that breath, his gaze eventually came to a silver figure beside his brother.

Riemanrus smiled, his wolf-like canine teeth unreservedly revealed, and the iron-gray armor of the genogen helped him hide in the dim candlelight, leaving only the lingering smell of blood, symbolizing that this hideous smile was not some kind of terrifying monster that lived in the depths of nightmares.

[Put away your psionic tricks, little one, you remind me of some of my megalomaniacal foolish brothers, who are even more hopeless than the one in front of me.] 】

[Maybe you're strong, so strong that my perception thinks you're dangerous, but that's all, it's not a situation where any cat or dog can intervene. 】

Morgan stepped forward and stood by the lion king's side.

[I just want to apologize to you, Wolf King of Fenris, this beheading plan did arise because of my advice......]

Before he could finish speaking, Riemanrus's laughter turned into a kind of laughter.

What do you want to say? Your words determine the will of a primordial? 】

He turned his head and looked at the Lion King.

[You can fool me in another way, brother, anyway, in your eyes, I'm just a brute who doesn't understand bullshit. 】

Johnson squinted his eyes and looked at his brother like this, he was tall and immovable, like a king who had to go out of his castle to meet the barbarians, and his frown did not prevent him from speaking in a slow and steady tone.

[If you can behave decently, Ruth, maybe not everyone will see you as a brute. 】

[Secondly, I don't intend to cover up and shirk my affairs, I'm just waiting for my advisor to finish her words, which is a kind of etiquette, and it seems that you don't understand. 】

[Seriously, you should go and learn more, instead of talking with threats and savagery like now, it's useless.] 】

[Now, get out of the way, Duran's affair is over.] 】

Johnson's tone did not have the slightest ripple or undulation, and the answer to him was the unchanging laughter of Riemanlus.

[Really?] I don't think so. 】

[First of all, Johnson, Duran's affairs may be over, but the affairs between you and me are far from over. 】

[Secondly, you are not qualified to dictate my savagery, Mr. Wenya, our wildness has made us, making us the blade of the emperor and the nightmare of the tyrant, and let us fight in the galaxy with the purest, most loyal, most crazy, and happiest attitude. 】

[You won't understand, Johnson, you can't experience this kind of happiness, even if you are jealous of our lightness from the bottom of your heart, you will never get it, since the knight is high in the castle, naturally he will never be able to touch the forest again. 】

Your words are meaningless, Riemanrus, and I will never be jealous of you, no one will be jealous of barbarism. 】

Johnson raised his head, and his words were already full of arrogance.

What can your savagery bring you? Ruth. 】

[Bring this!] 】

Riemannus roared and launched his attack, he leapt to his feet, turning into a falling meteorite, accompanied by a crazy roar, the genoplasm's full of anger, unwillingness, and annoyance accompanied his fist, tearing through countless airs and storms, and slamming into Johnson's breastplate.

This sudden blow caught Zhuang Sen off guard, and he staggered back a few steps, and the tyrant's head in his hand flew into the air, where it was caught by Morgan on the side with a psionic hand.

Riemanlus tried to take advantage of the victory, but he was greeted by a lion sword that stood in the way, and his steel fists and greatswords clashed on the throne, leaving a piercing sound of tearing.

[That's what you're for, Ruth?] Unsurprisingly, it was disappointing. 】

[Not at first, but now it is.] 】

[You still can't get rid of your barbarism, my brother, it's ridiculous. 】

[What's really ridiculous is that you don't know what barbarism is, Johnson, but that's okay.] 】

You'll find out soon. 】

Zhuang Sen clenched his big sword tightly, and with a force in both arms, he temporarily forced his brother back, he snorted lightly, first glanced at the silver-haired lady who had retreated to the side, and then turned his gaze back to his brother.

[It's a matter of barbarism, Ruth, you're just dishonoring yourself.] 】

[You're imitating, and it's a flawed imitation, now, my brother, you don't have to mess around with me for this rough trick that anyone can see, put away your sword, we can stop at any time.] 】

It was Riemanrus' nonchalant laughter that answered the lion king.

[If you hadn't just been in this damn room, but had come to the aid of my legion with your cubs, and let them know that there was a primordial fighting alongside them, maybe I'd consider a stop, Johnson. 】

Johnson sneered directly, he looked at his brother, and there was a kind of face on his face that anyone could see, and he didn't think at all to hide half a point of calmness and contempt.

[There is indeed a primordial fighting alongside your legion.] 】

[But now it seems that he has achieved nothing.] 】

【……】

This time, it was no longer Ruth's fist that answered Johnson.

It's the roaring roar of Kraken's Devouring.

(End of chapter)