Emperor's Bane

Chapter 101 Duran's Farce ([-])

Thirty Typhon siege tanks slowly crushed the already ruined Duran Fortress, and the foul-smelling smoke surrounded their tracks and gun barrels. The giant beast was completely ravaged into dust, telling the end of this battle.

Leman Russ walked proudly into yet another stubborn fortress that had fallen under his feet. He stood in the middle of an ocean made of gunpowder smoke and flames, with only a few heirs standing beside him: the son of the wolf pack. Most of them had already swept through the defeated Duran army like a flood. The soldiers of the 13rd Dalian Company and the No.[-] Dalian Company followed their wolf lords and slaughtered the Duran people who were unwilling to surrender like a competition.

The Wolf King of Fenris was happy to see such a scene. Anyway, he knew that his son would definitely leave him the largest and fullest head.

Deafening noises surround the Primarch of the Sixth Legion: that is the formation of the Legion's Shadowblade super-heavy tanks advancing. These behemoths equipped with volcanic cannons are the real fortress killers. Facing those high walls They were even scarier than Leman Russ when it came to thick steel turtles.

The wolf king likes to watch the scene when these giants fire: the flames burn the air, turning into pure white destruction, the spear points of hell shoot out from the powder smoke, tearing the air and battle roars, like falling hammers, It was like hitting a key, under the loud singing of the Fenrisians, harvesting fortresses and stubborn enemies.

He likes to see these crushing scenes. He likes to see the fortress of the Durans crumbling in the face of irresistible forces. The only remaining defenders stand in the ruins and dust, hesitating between continuing to resist and raising their hands to surrender. , but in most cases, after a moment's hesitation, the Duran people would raise their weapons in anger and despair of fighting to the death, and launch the final attack.

Frankly speaking, Leman Russ actually likes them quite a lot, and these stubborn guys can be regarded as possessing real courage, but this does not prevent him from issuing orders one after another, massacring all Duran resisters, and One permanent fortress after another was razed to the ground, and for the destruction and killing that he personally ordered...

Refreshing and happy.

It was the joy of avenging shame, the simple joy of getting revenge.

For several months, he and his legion wandered aimlessly among countless galaxies, accumulating information on Duran in piecemeal battles, and taking turns fighting countless planned or unexpected opponents : Duran garrison, Duran fleet, green-skinned pirates, Eldar pirates, and bandit legions composed of all kinds of aliens...

This is a betrayal.

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betray.

That's not something he needs to think about.

They have come to Duran, their iron boots are trampling and ravaging the land here, their bullets and blades are harvesting Duran's life, and their artillery fire is causing thousands of Duran people to fall in fear and screams Falling, dying, and being wiped out, the whole world will be completely torn into pieces by crushing forces, as the best tool for Leman Russ and the Space Wolves to vent their boredom over the past few months.

"How is this going?"

Arachos' voice trembled a little, but it was destined that no one would answer his question.

It was a taint, a taint to himself, since that snowy night on Fenris, in a hall hot with fire and wine, under the watchful eyes of warriors and chieftains, Kneeling on the ground, swearing allegiance to someone other than the Rus tribe, and thus obtaining his first weapon, he has never done such a thing.

"I can't handle that much anymore."

Leman Russ watched his most trusted wolf lord walk out of a twisting curve outside the scarlet fortress. Even the attack direction of the entire Dalian seemed extremely uncoordinated. The two lines of defense are only one step away.

"Goodbye... brother."

There was a sound, but it wasn't a gunshot.

He was Russ' first batch of comrades in arms, and the whole No.13 Dalian was like this. When the whole father came to Fenris and wanted to take away his heirs, they were unwilling to leave their king and lose their own. Vow, and miss the burning kingdom of God beyond the sky.

He still remembers that day: the night was long, the winter wind was blowing, the fire in the center of the lobby was burning, and it even made people feel a kind of false familiarity, the shadows of people and wine glasses were projected on the wall by the fire, changing their shapes and movements , like a random pantomime.

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On the other side, No.13 Dalian...

"I don't know, but it should be... okay?"

"I found it."

The silver-haired and black-armored queen pushed open the door, and her eyes had brief contact with her blood relatives.

The wolf lord can see those sharp claws wrapped in hair are constantly trying to reach out from the railing, grabbing the flesh and blood of the person in front of him. This monster has obviously forgotten the comrades in arms and glory it once had, and his face has been covered with congealed blood. The canine teeth and saliva were completely twisted, the armor was scattered all over the ground, and the scars left by the torture could be seen on the bulging body, dripping blood continuously.

Jolin killed four opponents, and his team lost two people, and one recruit's arm was completely broken. The wolf owner couldn't take care of that much. Entering the detention room that has been turned into half ruins, there are still some sad luck left in his heart, some luck that even he himself knows how ridiculous it is.

The third identity is more important than the second, and the second identity is also more important than the first.

Bravier's voice sounded through the communicator, which made Jolin subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

The wolf lord muttered softly, he rushed through the last corridor first, and crashed into the courtyard at the end: this place is like a temple or a temple, with various carvings on the walls on all sides, so that An uneasy monster.

Days like this plunged all the Space Wolves into a never-ending anguish and misery, not to mention the constant screaming of the Tyrant Duran's broadcast through interstellar broadcasts.

Leman Russ cursed and threw out the data pad in his hand, then he pulled his [Kraken's Bite] from the ground, raised his head, and smelled the breath of blood and wind.

Therefore, he knew what he had to do: to settle his personal grievances, to end his feuds, to pay with blood, so that his pack of wolves would not delay in the grievances the mission that the Emperor might send down at any time.

And luck, after all, is a fluke.

The secret must be kept hidden until the day the solution emerges, and he doesn't know what the solution will be and when it will appear, he doesn't even know if it will appear at all, all he can do is cover it up, until the end of life.

【let's go. 】

That's all he needs to do.

"boom!"

【My lord, we have to hurry up, the two hour limit is approaching. 】

A sharp metallic hiss sounded, stimulating everyone's eardrums.

More and more space wolves gathered here, no one spoke, these were people carefully selected by Yorin, who knew and even witnessed this dark secret, and knew how to deal with it.

"On the next floor, about 50 meters away, the vital signs are very weak, but he is still alive... There are not many defensive forces around us, and we can deal with it."

Johnson didn't speak, he remained silent and thinking.

Hiding secrets, disobeying orders, and tarnishing loyalty, these most obscure actions formed a black lump in the wolf lord's heart, sucking up his happiness and reason.

He was Leman Russ, master of the Space Wolves and the Emperor's chosen executioner.

He thought it was gone, but now, it's back, trying to destroy Russ' army.

When the king died of illness, his object of allegiance was naturally transferred to Leman Russ: the adopted son of the king, and it has continued to this day without changing.

He got an answer quickly.

What he was doing: disobeying Ruth's orders, modifying the direction of the company's attack, and no longer allowing the Space Wolves' soldiers to advance steadily towards Duran's palace-this was tantamount to betrayal.

Dozens of bolt guns were aimed at the roaring monster in front of him. The wolf lord suppressed the anger, sadness and nausea in his heart, and whispered farewell softly.

He kept trying.

He was clear.

It is No.13 Dalian again.

It was torture.

So, they went to the operating table, and only a very small part survived, and Yolin was the oldest among them, and the one Ruth trusted the most, so, he remembered some more mysterious things, and he still remembered Remember that their blood wasn't all about demigod reformation and Fenris' unending blizzard, but something nastier.

【What is that bastard Yolin doing? 】

"Keep your eyes open, see the true face of the enemy, and expose their dirty lies!"

"Damn!"

【Go and see what that bastard Jolin is doing. 】

And at the same moment, on the display screen inside the wolf lord's helmet, the wolf-formed Sixth Legion soldier and the scene just now popped out.

The lion of Caliban paused for a moment, he closed his eyes, then opened them again, and some kind of questioning gaze was aimed at Morgan's pupils.

"They are not the so-called human empire at all! They are a group of heretics, mutants and aliens! They are eager to enslave your relatives! Trample your land..."

Jolin - Gorehowl is biting Duran's defenses.

Yolin will not allow such a thing to happen, absolutely will not allow it: even if the price of doing so is to tarnish his loyalty to Russ, he will grit his teeth and continue to do it.

"what is this……"

The wolf lord raised his battle axe, roared and swung it, and another Duran warrior was crushed to pieces under his fierce attack, but he didn't taste the breath of victory as usual, because a phantom of the past, anxiety of the present and anxiety of the future Worries have piled up together, repeatedly scorching his heart.

Jolin looked at Bravier who was on the side.

Jolin raised his head, only to find that the curtains all around had been lifted up in unison, revealing what they covered: a dozen cameras were aimed at the image generator in the center of the stage. Obviously, they had been recording, whether it was in the cage The roar and struggle of the thing is still the whisper of Jolin just now.

As for those more [elegant] questions: the means needed to conquer Duran, the restoration project and tax payment situation of this world in the future, and whether this kind of expansion of territory full of violence and hatred will bury hidden dangers...

And at this moment, he heard the almost iconic crisp footsteps.

Until a soldier's report came to him.

Leman Russ growled, presumptuous, and joyful, trying to make himself feel like a real Fenrisian, a real space wolf, and get real happiness in this hearty slaughter.

Jolin walked into this building, which was roughly a theater-like place, which explained its exquisite decoration and elegant style, but the wolves didn't care about it at all, they stepped on those expensive rugs and seats, I came to the very center of the theater, where a rusty iron cage was hanging at this time, and inside was a monster that was enough to make any Astartes fearful.

His blood relative looked serious and nodded.

The wolf master gritted his teeth and waved his hand, and dozens of flames tore apart all the image generators in an instant, but even so, the memory of the scene just now still clearly appeared in everyone's mind.

"Duran's fighters!"

Duran's soldiers were waiting here, but the number of soldiers was not large. Three squads crashed into the shield wall and armor of the defenders, igniting the flames of war in this small but exquisite courtyard.

Johnson still didn't speak, he just frowned and nodded to Morgan.

But now, he has reason to have to break it.

[When I find him again, I will definitely blow his head off! 】

He still remembered that besides the whole father's Hall of Valor and dying on the bed uselessly, there was a third, the worst third kind of ending—becoming a wild beast, becoming something that even the most remote wilderness would not tolerate. into monsters that even the most horrific legends would not mention, into a pathetic filth that even the closest brothers would not like to recall.

But luckily, it finally came to an end.

He is not qualified to think about it.

Jonson was standing in this emptied room, waiting for someone, and his complexion was not good.

It was on that day that he made his own oath, the simplest and most sacred words: his sword will always be wielded only for the king of the Rus tribe.

He brought his tomahawk, three squads, and a sense of guilt that neither of his hearts could handle.

Obviously, at the moment just now, he also saw the image of some kind of profane creature.

No.13 The wolf lord of Dalian looked at everything in front of him: the fragments of his former comrade-in-arms were imprisoned in this cage, the remnant soul of a great space wolf in the past, but at this time, it was just a pure creature, a man who indulged in Brutal and bloody raw slayer.

The wolf king frowned, and then, he rarely picked up his sensor readings, and began to observe the offensive situation of his two Dalian companies: the momentum of the third Dalian company was a little bit weaker, and they just tore through Duran's last attack. The outer defense line of the imperial palace [Scarlet Fortress] was raided by a Duran mobile force that returned in time. Now, the wolf lord of the third Dalian company is leading his soldiers back and forth between the walls and trenches, destroying those Tanks and armored vehicles.

【This is your own business. 】

Morgan smiled, no more.

There seemed to be something more irritable about her than Jonson.

I don't know why.

(End of this chapter)