[Riemanruth, my brother, it's a pleasure to see you again.] 】

"I'm glad to see you again, Morgan, especially when I learn that you've taken care of all the troubles before I arrived: let me make sure the papers are gone, right?"

[It's almost over, but it's a pity that there's no celebration banquet waiting for you here, after all, before that, we still lack a necessary banquet element.] 】

"Let me guess, because you don't have a Fenrismith that can fill a cellar?"

[No, it's worse.] 】

Because we don't have Fenris who can fill a room. 】

"That's a shame!"

"But thankfully, it's full of Fenris now!"

Riemanrus' brutal roar, accompanied by his hearty laughter, reverberated across the deck of the Indomitable Truth, tormenting the eardrums of every Dark Angel present, and their already furrowed brows.

As soon as the wolf king's words landed, a burst of laughter broke out in the personal guards behind him, sweeping through the entire Glory Queen-class battleship like a whirlwind: the vanguard fleet brought by the Monarch of the Space Wolf had thirty capital ships, and at this time, the Glory Guard behind him also had the same number of people.

Obviously, the flagship of the Dark Angel Legion is a dangerous place for any Fenris, compared to someone who can use the Indomitable Truth as a holiday home.

This can be clearly contrasted from the fact that Morgan only needed to bring his own Praetorian Guard, a few personal guards, and a temporary legion, while Riemanlus needed to carry a whole small army.

And more straightforward than the numbers is the strange reality that emerges in front of everyone.

It was obviously on the flagship of the fleet of the First Legion, and it was clear that the Lord of Caliban and his Glory Guard, and even many high-ranking officers of the Dark Angels were present, but it was the Lord of Avalon who had also come from afar to greet the Fenris: even a few hours ago, this Lord of Avalon was a real guest.

But even so, the vast majority of people present seemed to have a high degree of patience and even agreement with this scene: not to mention Johnson and his children, even Lana, the chief of the Janissaries standing beside Conrad, maintained the flatness of his face after seeing this shocking scene in front of him.

Or rather, numbness.

……

But it's not that no one is unkeptical about this scene, or rather, with some kind of knowingly troubleshooting mentality.

"I was all set to fight my Caliban brothers right here."

Taking advantage of the handshake, the Genomorph of the Sixth Legion leaned forward, lowered his voice, and in a whisper that only he and the Spider Empress could hear, he showed a sharp smile to his silver-haired blood relatives, and the wolf-like canines were exposed to the air, attracting people's eyes.

As he spoke, Riemanruth's eyes rolled, motioning for his silver-haired blood relatives to look behind him to the right: there were several of the most ferocious space wolf warriors standing there, and there was even a bloody aura.

"That's my champion swordsman: I was expecting Johnson to send someone to deal with my wolf cub, but now it looks like this gladiatorial fight is going to be over."

In the face of the wild smile of the Fenris, the Spider Queen could only return the favor with a more modest and formal official smile, which could no longer be difficult.

"The war hasn't started yet, Ruth. 】

Don't be here, get me some kind of non-combat attrition.

In the Third Randan War, the first Dark Angel to die at the hands of the Space Wolves who were supposed to fight alongside him, or vice versa: doesn't that sound interesting?

“……”

Riemanrus raised an eyebrow: of course he understood what the Spider Empress hadn't said, and he didn't want to refute it, but the King of Fenris just shook his head regretfully, looking a little sad.

"It's a pity, Morgan: it looks like you don't understand the meaning of glory."

[Let every heir die as he deserves: in my opinion, it is the greatest honor.] 】

The Wolf King blinked.

"You think I don't understand that?"

At least the beast won't understand. 】

"Ah......h

A certain disappointment slowly crept through the Fenris's throat.

"At the very least, you should call me a brute......"

"I'm not talking about you. 】

“……”

The Wolf King's eyes widened, he looked at the silent smile that belonged to the Spider Empress who was close at hand, pondered for a moment, and then looked thoughtfully behind Morgan: Johnson was standing there, surrounded by dark angels.

[Is there anything wrong with this sentence?] 】

The equally muffled voice of the Lord of Avalon rang in the ears of Riemanrus.

“……”

"Hahaha......"

The wolf king of Fenris laughed, and he smiled happily, those sharp teeth glittering brightly, making him look like a happy god of the wilderness.

"You're always right: who can argue with such a statement."

After a brief laugh, he took Morgan's hand tightly and swung it a few times, which seemed to be some kind of silent declaration: the space wolves behind Riemanrus saw this scene, and they all took off the vigilance on their bodies, and even the most fierce-looking warriors grinned, and in the blink of an eye, they withdrew the smell of blood around them.

This scene made Morgan's eyelids jump, and he turned his head to look at the still silent Dark Angel Guard, and then glanced at Johnson, who didn't seem to notice anything, and suddenly felt tired.

And in her ears, there was a chuckle of Riemanrus, like the cry of a sparrowhawk.

"Johnson has made a smart decision: you're a good fit for the First Legion."

Lowering his voice and muttering a thoughtless word, the Fenris straightened his back, and his voice returned to the loud and wild nature of the genotype.

"One more thing, Morgan."

The Wolf King blinked.

"I have a gift for you: after returning to Fenris, I thought about it and felt that the gift I gave you ten years ago to celebrate your return was too simplistic."

Did you know that a case of Fenris can't really fix everything?

The Spider Empress's brow twitched, and she smiled, but did not reply: she remembered that the crate of Fenrismith sent by Riemanrus had never been opened, but had been stored in her psionic enhanced ice chamber, and she did not know if it would become an antique in the future and gain appreciation.

Or: If she stored this box of Fenrissecret wine personally handled by Riemanlus for 10,000 years, would she be able to send them back to the Space Wolf Legion, which is equivalent to a wave of prostitution?

The voice of the computer rang in the Spider Queen's heart, and in her ears, a chuckle from Fenris continued to echo, like a whimper in the throat of a winter wolf.

"So, I've handpicked a new gift for you, a cruel soul from Fenris in the Ice World: snow-white fur, immature claws, and a rebellious howl that has just been lifted out of its mother's nest."

"I didn't take it with me, because I'm not sure if you'd like it: if you like it, give it to you, and if you don't like trouble, then I'll give you a natural fur shoulder, and that's okay, I don't care."

Morgan blinked, and instead of answering immediately, she took a moment to observe Riemanruth's face before smiling and answering the question directly.

[I'm very interested in a new pet, Ruth: Don't worry about trouble, because I believe that my maid has the time and energy to help me out of trouble.] 】

[So: I'm looking forward to it.] 】

The Fenris grinned.

"Very well, but I still want to warn you: if you want to fully mature them, it will take time, after all, beasts like beasts, once they are free from the reins and commands, they will germinate in a solid state."

"Of course, it's not like there's no other way: it depends on yourself, and how much [wildness] you have: you'd better be a wild person, like me."

He spoke to himself, and his words were directed towards Morgan, but the Spider Empress could clearly see from Riemanrus's pupils that he was glancing at Johnson and Conrad.

She pretended not to see it, but maintained the appropriate smile that would not make anyone feel cold, turned slightly sideways, and gave up the two genetic protogens behind her: of course, gifts cannot be brought to only one person, whether it is Morgan or Riemanrus, they all understand this.

The Fenris didn't say anything, he responded to his silver-haired blood relative with a shining look, and strode forward, shaking Conrad's hand with a wild smile on his face.

"First meeting, brother."

"I'm Riemanruth, and I've heard Horus say your name, from Conrad of Nostramo: I'm sorry, I didn't hear you were here, so I didn't bring a gift that matched you."

"Except for a brotherhood?"

Conrad smiled and asked rhetorically, unrecognizable softness or sarcasm, but he did hold out a hand that held tightly with the stunned and then laughing Fenris in front of him, just as tightly as the beast's fangs in their mouths.

Facing Riemanruth, Midnight Ghost looked extraordinarily ...... Steady.

Morgan's brow jumped, she was a little unsure of Conrad's thoughts, but she soon gave up on delving into the question: whatever he was, her parasite brother was a good guy after all, not in front of others.

Let Johnson be left alone to bear the enthusiasm of Nostramo.

Morgan believed him.

"Ah...... As for you......"

As he spoke, Riemanrus had slowly paced in front of Johnson: the lord of the Caliban stood there, with a solemn countenance, looking unfathomable and unfathomable.

But the Spider Empress knew in her heart: he might just be innocent and hadn't reacted yet.

But regardless of whether Johnson was prepared or not, the wolf king's big hand had already reached in front of him, and with it, there was a burst of simple words wrapped in ridicule.

"I don't know what kind of gift I can bring you, so I have brought me and my legion with me: I only hope that you, the great man, will show mercy and let me and my cubs return to Fenris alive."

“……”

The Wolf King's big hand reached out to Johnson's face, and the Lord of Caliban stared directly at the palm that was close to him with an incomprehensible silence, and he stared at it with a serious face as if he were facing Ran Dan's home planet.

“……”

“……”

For a moment, the aura of harmony supported by Morgan's smile, Riemanlus's laughter, and even Conrad's seeming smirk came to an end as if it had encountered a cold wind called Caliban.

But fortunately, before everyone's brows jumped, Johnson reached out and shook Riemanrus briefly, and the two genetic agents immediately said hello briefly, and then reached back with lightning as if they had touched a hot cannonball.

The silent Spider Empress secretly recorded the time in her heart: well, even the time of Conrad's handshake with Riemanrus was far better than that of their great knight king.

But for her, the suffering was not over at this time: she saw that the Lord of the Dark Angels was just standing still, one hand hanging low, the other precisely placed on the scabbard, more like preparing to go to the battlefield than to greet him.

His lips moved imperceptibly several times, but they were silent: it was clear that for the current lord of the Caliban, how to respond to this sentence of Riemanrus was indeed a headache.

Morgan's brow jumped: she could even feel the undisguised silent laughter of the Midnight Ghost beside her, and it had gone from Johnson's body to her ears as his gaze shifted.

【……】

Morgan could hear a sigh from himself.

It seems that just after she came to the Indomitable Truth, there has been a very noticeable increase in the number of sighs she sighs?

Similar cranky thoughts raced through the Spider Empress's mindset, but it didn't stop her from moving: smiling, the Lord of the Second Legion was just right to insert himself between the lions and wolves who were silently confronting each other, and the dark angels guarding Johnson's side made way for her.

[I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, my brothers.] 】

Raising her hand with some difficulty, the Spider Queen smiled and patted the two huge shoulder armors in front of her, almost the same height as her, and in the focus of hundreds of pairs of eyes, she sincerely told nonsense that no one would believe.

She winked at the two beasts.

[However, there is still a war waiting for us: perhaps we should return to the conference room and discuss the tasks and responsibilities of our respective legions.] 】

[It's all for the emperor, isn't it! 】

The tone of the last sentence has been significantly improved, more like a cry than a question, and it is natural that around the genetic primitives, whether it is a dark angel or a space wolf, they all respond to this proverb with their slogans and responses.

Although these cheers, which had not been rehearsed in advance, were neither loud nor neat, sparsely like a pile of weeds, they were enough to make the two genetic protogens borrow the slope to get off the donkey: especially Johnson.

I saw the Lord of the Dark Angels blink his emerald eyes and squeeze out a smile with great effort.

"Welcome to my Indomitable Truth, brother."

"I'm impressed here, Johnson."

Riemannus grinned, and Quan took it in response: not so much a smile as a canine beast.

Although, in Morgan's eyes, it was just a crude imitation of nondescriptry.

——————

Riemanlus brought with him a very impressive force: numerically, he had far more space wolves in his fleet than Morgan's Dawnbreaker warriors.

At the end of the eightieth year of the Great Expedition, the strength of the entire Sixth Legion was roughly between 80,000 and 90,000, and they were scattered into countless hunting groups, scattered all over the galaxy like stars.

In this case, Riemanlus ended up bringing with him forty thousand: the best and most warlike forty men under his command, each of whom was a veteran of Terra, or a close confidant who had fought alongside Fenris and drank and merried, and in this respect the Wolf King's sincerity was far deeper than his words.

In addition to this, behind the fleet of the Sixth Legion, there was also a large army of mortal auxiliaries and cathars: this army was of course not the force of Riemanlus, but directly from the Machado, to serve as a ...... in the Third Zandan War Martyr.

However, even if the size of this army is satisfactory, it may be due to a lack of troops, or perhaps because of some fame or something: in this army, there is no Titan Legion that the Dark Angel Legion's genetic protogens have always been thinking about.

This point made the wrinkles on Johnson's forehead a few more for no reason.

As for the Sixth Legion's huge fleet of hundreds of capital ships: from the beginning, it seemed that everyone didn't talk much about them.

Even Riemanrus himself.

……

But in any case, Riemannus brought a large reinforcement after all, and the cards in the hands of the lord of the Caliban were re-abundant at this moment: at least, on the surface, it seemed to be.

But whether it is Johnson, Morgan, or even Riemannus, who actually participated in the Battle of Tuckers, they all know very well: there will be no more big scenes like the Second Zandan War.

Although the Human Empire can rely on its own size to drag down the powerful opponent of the Randan Empire, this does not mean that the empire can do such a crazy blood-fighting tactic again within ten years.

As a result, the Fenris also brought another word that came directly from Machado himself: the only time for the massive reinforcements and logistical supplies, and after that, Terra would try to keep the logistics supply, but don't expect any large-scale assistance.

"Makado has its own difficulties."

After vividly retelling the words of the Palm Sealer, the Wolf King of Fenris immediately showed a smile and excused Machado thousands of miles away: for various reasons, among all the genetic prototypes, the seemingly rugged Riemanrus was actually the one who respected the Palm Seal the most.

The other two genogenoids who actually participated in the discussion just remained silent, and did not ask any more questions: everyone understood and understood, and the one who didn't understand was now cowering in his chair, and his soul was flying out of the sky with great happiness.

The Lord of the Caliban continued to maintain his solemn countenance, which at least looked very inscrutable, and after calmly listening to Riemanrus's explanation, Johnson spread out the star map, and briefly divided the area of operation, as well as the strategic targets that needed to be attacked in the first batch, and the Fenris people listened carefully, but it always seemed that there was something on their minds.

"Johnson."

The Wolf King was quick to speak.

"If I can, my legion wants to be able to take charge of this."

Riemanrus pointed to the star map and drew a rough circle, and the place he circled looked unremarkable: it was too close except for the darkness of the northern part of the galaxy.

"We all know that this battle is not so simple, Randan is just a dying alien empire, it is just a somewhat difficult giveaway, a city of Dido under the front of the little Scipio: real difficulties await us in the north."

In Riemanrus's pupils, a fleeting darkness flashed.

"Give me this belt, and I will send my men to find his tracks: this is my mission, and the Emperor has entrusted me with the task of ending this nightmare."

As he spoke, he grabbed the Dionysian spear beside him, and his movements were even a little rusty.

In his voice, the faces of the only three listeners were different: the Midnight Wraith's terrifying countenance was full of amusement, the Spider Empress lowered her eyebrows, as if thinking about something, and Johnson, who seemed to be the only one trying to respond to Riemanrus.

And from his gloomy face, it is enough to know the answer in his heart.

The Wolf King grinned: this reaction of the Calibans did not exceed his expectations.

"It's my responsibility, Riemann......"

The Lion King's voice was soft, with some imperceptible hoarseness, and just as these words landed, Riemanlus was ready to reply: only these words were interrupted by the wave of the Spider Queen's hand.

[Don't discuss this yet, my brothers: Ran Dan's home planet is just ahead of our trip, as the so-called greed can't chew too much, before facing that guy, let's concentrate all our energy and pull out the opponent in front of us. 】

[As for whose responsibility it is: since each of us is here, it is our shared responsibility.] 】

Midnight Spirit's eyelids jumped.

[Moreover, for the sake of the cause of the Emperor and mankind, wouldn't it be better for our three legions to destroy that guy together than for one legion to fight alone?] 】

[Three legions acting together: even if this only increases the success rate by a small amount, it is a good reason.] 】

[This is not for ourselves, this is for the emperor, for the empire, so we must strive for even the slightest success rate: in the face of this goal, all so-called honor and competition are not worth mentioning, my brothers. 】

[So, please bear with me.] 】

The Spider Empress held up a hand, her cold gaze and indifferent voice swept over the two Legion Lords on her left and right in turn: as she wished, the words were not refuted by any of them, neither the lion of Caliban nor the wolf of Fenris seemed to have any intention of continuing to tug.

Morgan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

And so, in the somewhat regretful gaze of the Nostramos: the meeting continued.

……

"Morgan."

"I have something I want to discuss with you."

The meeting between the primordials went even more smoothly than Morgan had imagined: after all, most of the details had already been taken care of by her and Johnson, and all that remained was to reconcile them with Riemanrus, and even the two Praetorian Guards who were originally in the room had already been sent out to inform them of these orders.

After the memories were over, the Fenris went straight to Morgan, his face was so serious that the Spider Queen had to return the same attitude.

[I'm listening, Ruth.] 】

"Nope."

The Wolf King shook his head.

"Not here."

He glanced at Coetze, then at the lion.

"I'd like to talk to you about something...... There is something about the relationship between our two legions, which you can understand as an unknown cooperation, because I am not sure of the feasibility and benefit of it, so I would like to discuss it with you. ”

Morgan frowned slightly.

[Can't be here?] 】

“……”

The wolf king glanced at Johnson, who was still trying to put away the papers, and then slowly approached Morgan and lowered his voice.

"This involves some ...... of my Space Wolf Legion Well, private. ”

"It's better to find a secluded place."

【…… Yes, but it can be ......]

The Spider Empress spoke, but couldn't help but look at the other two, the flickering in her pupils that even Riemanrus could read.

"Are you afraid of a fight between them?"

【…… You tell me? 】

“……”

The Fenris threw a sympathetic look.

"Hmmm......"

"We'll talk for five minutes: it's not that complicated."

[Five minutes is enough for us to lose a progenitor.] 】

“……”

"No way, on Fenris, those cubs under my command have to scold each other for a few minutes before the fight, and if you think about the matter in Duran, I and Johnson have been messing around for more than five minutes."

【……】

Do you know that's nonsense?

Facing the Spider Queen's icy gaze that pierced through the walls, Riemanrus only thought about it, and looked unaffected.

【……】

Morgan raised her head slightly, her blue-blue pupils constantly crossing colors, indicating that she was thinking relentlessly and quickly: and the results were soon born.

[What do you reveal? 】

"The psionic code about you."

【……】

Let's go. 】

Between his own reputation and the lives of the two cheap brothers, the Lord of Avalon quickly made the right judgment: before she left, she took one last look at the two cheap brothers who had remained in the room.

Johnson noticed his departure, glanced in, looked at her, nodded, and continued to sort through the last papers as hard as he could.

And Conrad ......

His expression was like that of a student in a self-study class who noticed that the teacher seemed to be about to leave the classroom: and that kind of poor student.

【……】

Hopefully, when she comes back, both guys are still gasping for air.

I hope so.

——————

The sound of the door closing was faintly heard.

The Midnight Ghost slowly raised its head.

Then, he quietly glanced at the location of the gate and smiled.

(End of chapter)