"You know what, Ruth?" The thing asked politely. "At first, when you said you were going to kill me, I didn't believe it."

"So now, you believe it?" Ruth asked.

He carried a spear in his hand, sharp and bloody. His fur cloak was gone, and his armor was very broken, and it looked miserable, but it was miserable and funny. Fragments hung from the blood-stained wolf's body, revealing bloodstained skin and muscles.

"I believe it." That thing said. "You do have the power to kill me."

As it spoke, it kept staring at the spear in Ruth's hand - the Emperor's Spear, the Dionysian's Spear, the Destiny's Spear. Ruth swirled it gently, rubbing it between the palms of his hands.

Yes, he didn't wear hand armor, and a large part of the reason was because his armor was broken, and the power armor could no longer accurately capture his thoughts, so he simply ripped off the hand armor and decided to hold the weapon with his own hands.

Otherwise where do you think that blood came from? From the heart of the thing that held up Horus Lupecal's skin?

No, since the beginning of the battle, it has not shed a drop of blood.

"I think." Ruth replied slowly. "It's not that I have the ability, it's that it does."

"It makes no difference, brother." It shook its head, and dismissed Ruth in a soft, serious voice.

"Essentially, whether I hold it or you hold it, it's just a spear. Its power comes from your heart, from the only time in your life that you rebelled against your father, from your determination to try to sacrifice yourself to save everyone else. It's a sharp weapon to blow off your hair, but that's all it has to offer on a mundane level."

Ruth almost laughed.

"Is that what you think?" He tilted his head slightly defiantly, his blood-stained hair hanging down the side of his head, covering a hideous wound. "Do you want to be stabbed by it once?"

"Thank you."

The thing pulled out a smirk, and the expression on its pale face was being swallowed up by the red light little by little. Everything was gone, and it became the tiniest details of that light, and even if you held your breath and watched patiently, you could only see a dead silence of destruction.

"So you're lying." Ruth said. "You know what this spear is, and you know what happens if you get stabbed by it."

"It's one." Horus pondered. "How shall I describe this to you?"

He paced left and right a few times in distress, the World Breaker in his hand swayed slightly, but the arc on the lightning claw faded away, and it seemed very quiet.

Some corpses dressed in terracotta steel or adamantite gold lay around them, armor painted in varying variety. Russ reluctantly saw this again out of the corner of his eye, and he had a rare sentimental impulse.

In ancient times, people wore armor and fought for their lives. And now, what we do is no different from them.

"Forget it, brother." Horus sighed in annoyance. "There's no point in saying any more, it's your own business that you don't want to join me, why should I correct a group of blind people who would rather live in lies?"

"I'm tired of you mentioning lies." The Wolf King retorted solemnly.

He rushed to Horus, whose eyes were looking at him nonchalantly in a burning scarlet glow. It was a total contempt, and Ruth had no problem with that.

This monster certainly has the capital to despise him, and in this bloody battle it is the only warrior who behaves idly. The Wolves won hard, and the Gastalin Terminators fought in groups.

They were all soldiers with names and surnames, but they acted like soldiers who were on the battlefield for the first time in this battle. In the royal court of Lupecar, they fought and died to each other worthlessly.

Even the Wolf King himself seemed a little cramped, he had always not thought too much about things when he was killing, but this time he was hesitant - if he put an old Fenriss here, he would probably say that Ruth was like a wolf cub who had experienced a bitter winter for the first time.

The race is gone, and it has turned into a pathetic and emaciated corpse in the wind and snow. Fur and a little bit of flesh hung on the thick bones, frozen in the cold wind.

The wolf will have to face a predicament he has never experienced before, either learning the only way to survive without a teacher, surviving a blizzard in a bloody devour, or running to a nearby human village to wag his tail and beg for mercy from the villagers.

Either they actively resist or they are domesticated, and this must be the case, otherwise they will not survive.

"Which one do you choose?" Horus asked patiently.

The Worldbreaker was brutally danced, there was no wind, all sounds were compressed. It arrived without even a hint of warning, and Ruth was in a trance, he didn't even realize it was an attack at first, but fortunately he was still vigilant enough.

He jumped to the other side of the battlefield with a brisk dance-like step, and it looked like an eerie glide.

At the same time, the spear buzzed in his hand, and its surface shone with a golden glow, which almost looked like it was burning.

As he dodged, Ruth stabbed it out, and Horus sideways blocked the chain of stabbing blows with his shoulder armor, and a dazzling spark was born from where the shoulder armor and the tip of the spear touched.

He laughed again, and behaved pleasantly.

"I've always liked you, Ruth, and though I never contradict the prejudices my brothers have against you, I know in my heart that you are very smart. This pace and speed is very different from your past fighting styles, who did you learn them from? ”

Ruth stepped back, baring his fangs.

"Conrad Coz, and Corus Colax."

"I've dealt with our crow, he's a deadly killer, but he's not very suited to fight head-on, especially me."

Horus curled the corners of his mouth, showing his teeth as well, but he did it on purpose, not with the instinctive grin of Ruth. The weird grin was full of contempt.

"I proved it, brother, and without hurting him."

"Why didn't you mention Conrad?"

"Because it's not necessary." Horus said. "I can't imagine what it would be like when I fought him."

"What? Are you scared? ”

"Clumsy agitation, but, yes. I really regret not being able to fight him with that sharp blade. Horus snorted and stepped forward lightly.

He didn't want to do any defensive stance, just simply raised the war hammer in his hand high, and then brutally smashed it down. Ruth dodged this blow in time, and the nineteen consecutive attacks that followed.

Each time it was faster and more terrifying, and several times it even touched his hair—the sensation made his hair stand on end, his heart beat wildly, but it also made him enter a whole new realm under pressure.

Horus looked at him appreciatively, bowing his head approvingly.

"That's good, man, it's good."

His arrogance stinged Ruth.

"You"

The wolf king gasped and recovered from his exhaustion, his body had lived up to him and was recovering rapidly. However, under this seemingly endless energy, what is hidden is actually the helplessness of being gradually forced into a predicament.

It had the power to finish him outright, and the only reason it didn't do was because it didn't want to be stabbed by the spear in Ruth's hand.

As early as the beginning of the battle, Russ made this attitude clear: if necessary, I will stab you at the cost of death.

It was a big gamble, and he was right.

"What's wrong with me?" Horus asked. "You'd better think before you speak, brother. Those who cannot finish the words of their hearts in one breath are pitiful, but also abominable. ”

He couldn't help but laugh.

"I think of the mortals—the officials. They all seem to be like that. When I see you and me, or your children, I seem to be cringe, and even my walking posture will change. It's funny that the shoulders are hunched over, the eyes are constantly glancing down, and they are scared of us. ”

"I'm just scared of you." Ruth sneered.

He had already rested, and his strength had fully recovered in a matter of seconds. Horus grinned again and struck with a hammer.

This time he released the water, and the worldbreaker's swing made a sound that sounded like a burst of lightning whipping the air. The Wolf King let out a low roar, and his spear was handed out with his backhand, stabbing ferociously at Horus's face.

The brilliance was magnificent, and it suddenly burned like a bright sun. Horus's eyes narrowed, and for the first time he defended himself - he raised his lightning claw, allowing the massive weapon to block the tip of the spear at the pinch.

Ruth didn't have time to regret it, just retracted his spear and withdrew to a safe distance, but Horus did not pursue. He stood still, with a victor's margin, as if he had victory in his hands.

That may not be the case, but there was a golden flame floating in the palm of his lightning claw, scorching his pitch-black armor.

"Nope." After a few seconds, Horus shook his head.

"How?" Ruth sneered.

"They're not afraid of me." Horus said calmly. "It's the fear of what I can do to them, they have a rare intelligence among mortals, so they know what I can do to them—these people are not afraid of death, Ruth."

"The only thing they fear is losing power. And I happen to be able to do it, and all I need is a word, a look, or a gentle push to make them fall from the clouds to the ground. ”

"For such people, losing power is like losing everything, and they can't accept it, so they have to find ways to please me."

"I thought we were at war." Ruth scoffed. "Why do you think about it now that you're thinking about philosophy?"

"It's not philosophy, it's just a simple way of thinking," Horus said. "You know what, Ruth? I actually have a lot of respect for the mortals who dare to rebel against me - their resistance is certainly stupid and pointless, but they understand at least one thing. ”

That is, if I had not made such a futile resistance, the sooner my conquest would have succeeded. Every time one of them dies, my steps are made heavy by blood. It's a desperate move, but it's also very courageous. In the words of Kosonia"

The expression that belonged to the commander gradually faded from that grim face, and was replaced by a simple, pure, and vulgar smile. It's full of gangsterism, it's full of gangs.

"This group of people is so fucking bold." Horus said. "Just like you wild dog, Ruth."

He clenched his lightning claws, and the light went out. He rushed towards Ruth, and his indifferent attitude suddenly disappeared from him, leaving only a savage killing intent.

Ruth smelled this murderous intent, and could even dismantle the faint apology hidden in it: I didn't mean to kill you, just because you were alive to harm my interests.

The Wolf King felt a surge of blood, but he wasn't provoked like that.

Everyone can disguise, and Ruth is the best of them, he has played a barbarian king for hundreds of years, but that doesn't mean he's really a barbarian.

Otherwise, he would never have given the order to attack in advance - he saw that Chagatai's fleet was surrounded and attacked, so he decided to make a surprise attack from the rear.

Three hours ago, he was still on his flagship, wearing armor, and preparing to attack with the wolves. Now, he's fallen to the ground of Terra with the Spirit of Vengeance.

The situation did not change for the better, and his tactical goals were not achieved, however, he was able to remain calm.

He always could.

Ruth laughed and stepped back, the gliding pace of movement reappearing—it had been so powerful in the past in an ordinary person who had been tortured by himself.

And now, the person who uses it is an extremely strong and dangerous genetic protogen, the wolf king of Fenris, the leader of the pack

His footsteps echoed heavily across the ground, and the sound of each toe touching the ground sounded like a cannonball. Horus looked at him unhappily, a violent desire that definitely didn't belong to him flashed in his eyes.

"I'm afraid I'll have to kill you soon, Ruth." He said without emotion. "Fifteen minutes left, and I will fight you fairly in those fifteen minutes, and I will kill you in a way that belongs only to warriors. I respect you, Ruth, you're my brother, and that's the last thing I can do for you. ”

"What makes you so eager?" The Wolf King asked with a laugh.

Horus didn't answer, and above them—to be precise, in this dark labyrinth, on the floor of the battlefield of Terra, obscured by vengeful spirits, in the burning sky, a subspace storm was emerging far beyond anyone could have imagined.

In the middle of the storm was a wrecked fleet, and St. Giles was among them.

How did he get to Terra?

There is one more chapter.

(End of chapter)