Emperor's Bane

Chapter 154 Lord of Legion
No one can count how many warships belonging to the Space Wolves have torn through the final curtain left by the Dark Angels, rushed to the fiercest front lines of the battlefield, and rushed into the almost defenseless Randan fleet.

Even the Space Wolves themselves don't know the exact number, and they don't care, the Son of Leman Russ just wants to kill now.

Big kills.

Surrounding the [Harafin Kell], the Geller stand was constantly shining due to severe overload operation, and beside it were the inseparable Iron Wolves, forming a team of more than thirty warships The sharp spearhead plunged headlong into the chaotic formation of the Alien Empire at the first moment after breaking through the gravity and obstruction.

Looking at the entire Turks galaxy, there are countless iron-gray spearheads like this. They come from all directions, and rush out of the pocket space that has trapped them for a long time, full of anger and desire for war. an irresistible frenzy.

Charge, bite, tear, kill.

Just like what every Fenrisian has longed for since childhood: to devote himself to the greatest war, fall to the greatest slaughter, and sublimate to the most glorious feat.

"Look at these..."

After Leman Russ ordered his queen of glory to advance at the fastest speed, he didn't say a word, slumped on his throne, and let his most trusted heirs command the entire fleet's hurricane advance: There are no tactics, no instructions, charging and killing is everything, and the Fenrisians never need someone to guide them in doing these things.

The Wolf King is searching, relying on his most instinctive beast habits, searching in this galaxy full of blood and death. Through the auspicious instrument and his superb vision, Leman Russ easily saw the things around him. everything.

He saw that there may be thousands of wrecks of warships scattered all over the center of this vast galaxy, he saw the broken metal ruins that marked the human empire and Ran Dan's hegemony, he saw that the whole world was in a kind of Falling in the menace of danger, the unsettling darkness is devouring the ruins of iron and blood like the legendary death eaters.

The stars of Taxes are still ruthlessly overlooking every life, bestowing light, heat and dark crimson on every child who gets too close, making countless war engines seem to be fighting bloody in the mottled deep forest, They were covered with a layer of distorted colors, and just looking at them aroused an infinite desire to hunt.

"Father..."

Leman Russ sighed softly, his mouth was grinning, and his fangs were stained a dirty white against the dazzling light of many steel warships.

"Jonson, this bastard, this stingy Caliban bastard, what kind of war and killing did he secretly enjoy behind my back, in the name of Morkai, if he can't let me have a good kill, then I will follow He's not finished..."

In the whispers of its master, the [Harafin Kell] is moving forward, and beside it are ten battleships running side by side. Layer after layer of temporarily formed void defense lines of the Alien Empire launched the first and only round of charge towards their only target.

It didn't take long for Leman Russ to see the world he had to conquer from his command room: it was too conspicuous, and it wasn't too far from his ambush position.

Thinking of this, Leman Russ couldn't help confirming a conjecture in his own mind: a conjecture about the instigator of all this.

A... sister?
interesting.

No more proof was needed, and he confirmed it when he saw it all: a galaxy nearly lost in the warp, and an artificial world being forcibly dragged into the real universe.

He didn't think that nerd Magnus could do it all: well, maybe he could, after paying a lot of money or a lot of preparation, but then again, if his brother Ma Gnus has to work so hard to do all this, so another character who can do all this is really a mere [mortal] next to his brother Jonson?

What happened on Duran was like a flash of thunder flashing across the summer night, making Leman Russ smile even more joyfully.

His brother Jonson...

It's really a little secret all over.

All the thoughts in the Primarch's mind were but a moment in reality, and before the next moment came, Leman Russ had already stood up from his throne, and walked slowly between his sons and soldiers.

【Engine of Destiny】has appeared in front of their eyes, and at the speed of the Void Battleship, it is almost a stone's throw away.

Upon first seeing it, Leman Russ understood why the most stubborn aliens would name this thing after such a name.

No one knows whether this battle moon is artificial or not, but according to Leman Russ' estimates, it seems to be larger than the satellite of Holy Terra [Luna], and the whole body is contrasted by a kind of It is occupied by bright black, which seems to be some kind of protective carapace. Through the auspicious instrument on the battleship, Leman Russ can carefully observe the details of this world: continuous fortresses and defense lines like mountains, towering anti-aircraft towers The artillery positions are as much as the gravel under the waves, and he can even see the alien soldiers occupying every inch of the ground. Their equipment looks even better than the children of Leman Russ, but in general After a rough estimate, there are hundreds of millions.

And in the [North Pole] of this world, their ultimate goal is set up: the towering spikes and cables break through the sky all the way, and the dazzling scarlet color can be clearly felt even half a galaxy away. When the wolves of Fenris looked at this so-called [Destiny Engine] inadvertently, everyone would feel a kind of disgust and violence from the bottom of their hearts, eager to destroy this blasphemous thing.

Even Leman Russ was no exception.

"Look at these void shields, we can't eat them even if we spend 100 years."

Someone was roaring beside the wolf king, and that was his most trusted subordinate: Yorin from Fenris, also the No.13 wolf master of Dalian, the only one who could be presumptuous and contradictory in front of Leman Russ figure.

"Yeah, so we have to land on the other side of the world, tear all the obstacles into pieces, chop off thousands of alien heads, and then we can smash this son of a bitch, listen again How are those Randan cubs who have no eggs crying?"

Leman Russ responded to his subordinates with a sharp laugh, causing bursts of loud laughter that could knock the roof off: At this moment, there are many wild wolf warriors gathered here, and they crowded the bridge and corridors , the rough breathing formed a large amount of water mist, waiting for the order to jump gang that would be issued at any time.

Everyone knows it won't be long.

Leman Russ gave an order, and under his will, the auspicious instrument was temporarily removed from the world in front of him and transferred to other corners of this galaxy. The wolf king of Fenris took a few moments to care about it. For your own legion, briefly browse the situation of other detachments.

Just like the real pack of wild wolves on ancient Terra, hunters loyal to Leman Russ swarmed out from all directions of this galaxy and successfully penetrated the flanks and countless weak points of the Randan fleet: even Leman Russ Russ also had to admit that thanks to Jonson, the Primarch of the Dark Angels had always been concerned about the use of the Space Wolves as a backup even in the most difficult times of the battle. Throughout the battle, the First Legion The fleet under the command of Zhuang Sen has been deliberately pulling Ran Dan's attention, so as to ensure that the Space Wolves can rush to the back of the alien in the first time, and wave themselves as much as they want before all opponents can react. fangs and claws.

Countless jumping torpedoes and teleportation flashes have spread over half of the battlefield, and the iron-gray warships are constantly transporting their deadliest weapons: thousands of Astartes warriors, hundreds of Randan's largest steel warships Under attack, and more small warships burned, rolled, and shattered in this unstoppable attack.

The counterattack of the human empire was like a wild wolf's claws pinching the neck of an elk. In the first instant, blood overflowed, and chaotic notifications ran rampant on the public communication platform: the ship was successfully seized, outnumbered, and mutations abounded. , dying, and slaughtering...

Good news, roaring, calling for help, calling, cursing, roaring, charging, last words...

In a blink of an eye, dozens of battles ended in the stars and chaos, and more fights were staged in every corner of the battleship. Many wild wolves fell, and there were even more wolves who fell with them. Alien warrior.

As for those Dark Angels, no one knows their situation. It is true that many battleships of the First Legion rushed into the chaotic alien fleet following the footsteps of the Space Wolves, but their communication channels will always only be dead silence, only constant transitions. The strange warships and sunken Randan war engines tell the contribution of these mysterious beings to the war.

The Wolf King didn't stay on these matters for too long. Although reports of losses and victories came one after another, despite their heavy casualties, Leman Russ didn't listen at all. He was staring at his target, staring at the distant His battleship was getting closer and closer to its prey.

The distance was shortened and the line of defense was broken through. Although those alien warships were trying at all costs to block the pace of the wolf king, the chaotic situation did not allow them to exert stronger power, especially when more and more warships Ran Dan's array was torn apart from all angles, and when the clouds gathered to the left and right of the [Hara Finkel], the alien's obstruction had become a painless and desperate struggle.

It didn't take long for Leman Russ to look at the battle situation in front of him with satisfaction: the last Randan battleship between him and the [Engine of Destiny] had also collapsed, and the densely packed void fortresses and The defense array also couldn't lift its head under the fierce firepower of hundreds of warships, the gap has been torn open, and the alien reinforcements have not yet arrived.

It's now.

"The dice have been rolled..."

The wolf king whispered like a raving, and then his cry resounded through every corner of the Queen of Glory.

"Full power! Stay alert! Power up the cannon! Sail as fast as you can! Put your shields to full power!"

"My warriors! My hunters! My sons!"

"Just today!"

"Going forward!"

"Kill everything!"

"For the whole father!"

He took a deep breath.

"Get ready to jump gang!"

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The shouts of the wolves were overwhelming, and the oath of dedicating everything to their genetic father and the great all-father was played one after another in a certain corridor. All the soldiers were eagerly rushing to the airdrop cabin, anxiously waiting for a round of Another round of deliveries.

Only Leman Russ hadn't acted immediately. The Primarch of the Sixth Legion stood before his throne, waiting for the two things he needed before going to battle.

He didn't wait long.

Defender of the Primarch: Black Blood pushed left and right in the raging pack of wolves, all the way to his gene father, and respectfully offered the things that Leman Russ loved and hated.

The Spear of Dionysus.

"I hate this thing..."

Looking at the powerful magic weapon in front of him, the wolf king of Fenris muttered softly, if he could, he really didn't want to use this thing.

In fact, he had genuinely wished to lose it many times, but at this most critical and important moment, Leman Russ knew that he had no room for self-will, and he had to hold it.

This is the biggest difference between him and some nerds.

Somewhat unaccustomed to shaking this magical weapon capable of destroying heaven and earth, the wolf king turned his neck slightly, and began to wait for his second reinforcement: his brother Zhuang Sen had promised him before the war began. pass.

He also didn't wait too long, almost at the next moment, a wave of unscrupulous spiritual energy began to surge in front of Leman Russ' throne, causing the Wolf King and his personal guards to frown involuntarily: strange What's more, those mortals and wolf slaves who still controlled various podiums didn't respond at all.

Morgan soon showed up.

The Wolf King of Fenris glanced at her, and then Leman Russ pursed his lips and raised his brows, his eyes were squeezed forward, and his cheeks and mouth corners were bulging. Gully, the huge nose sniffed, like a wolf confirming the smell of blood on the wind.

On the other hand, the performance of the Primarch's guards was more straightforward: Black Blood's expression seemed to see Leman Russ and Jonson shoulder-to-shoulder while dancing to Little Swan Dance.

There is no other reason, because it came out of the waves of psionic energy.

One perhaps three meters high, easily overlooking the Astartes warriors...

Primarch.

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"what……"

"What should I say?"

"Welcome home?"

Leman Russ grinned, without the slightest surprise, he showed his two fangs, and looked at his blood relatives with interest.

For some reason, after confirming the identity of the person in front of him, the Wolf King of Fenris thought of another thing.

According to this, on Duran, it was a Primarch of the same level as him who defeated Jorin and Black Blood?
……Hey!

If you think so, then his cubs are not bad.

Leman Russ' mood improved, even the cold Dionysian Spear in his hand could not stop this.

He took a few steps forward, and before his heir could react, he lowered his head and looked at this blood relative who was still a little shorter than himself.

"It seems that I should have figured out all this while on Duran."

[It's not too late, is it? 】

Morgan raised her head slightly, she casually glanced at the wolf guard who was still in a sluggish state, and showed a cold smile to her brother.

Leman Russ touched his chin, and couldn't restrain the doubts in his heart.

"Before we leave, I would like to ask a question."

"Why did you choose to reveal your real body at this time?"

What he answered was a short and thick laugh, and an answer that was as it should be, without the slightest refutation.

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[If you don't use your full strength. 】

[How can you catch a runaway wolf? 】

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When the two Primarchs arrived at the place where the airdrop pod was placed, only the one that belonged to Leman Russ was still alone in his place, enjoying the maintenance and care of the Mechanicians.

"Together?"

Facing Leman Russ' invitation, the Spider Queen just patted her brother on the shoulder, then shook her head and refused.

[I need to wait for my guard. 】

"You have a guard?"

[It will be available soon. 】

The wolf king pursed his lips, but he didn't continue to ask questions. He swaggered towards his airdrop pod, not forgetting to wave goodbye to his blood relatives.

"Remember to hurry up."

"I won't wait for you."

After he left, Morgan turned around slowly, snapped her fingers, and a blue magic circle appeared in front of her.

And so the Primarch of the Second Legion laughed.

Morgan stood in a mottled light and shadow. This was originally a rough and savage corridor on the [Harafinkel], covered with primitive snow and ice decorations, but after countless void images poured in, the artillery fire of the war , the light of the stars and the mixed colors of countless ashes and blood poured in, as if colorful raindrops fell into a calm snow-capped mountain pond, and there were bursts of agitation.

Just like that, Morgan stood amidst such colors. The darkest, roughest, and most complex colors in the world stayed in her pupils, but nothing remained.

She seemed to accept everything.

She didn't seem to care about anything.

When the soldiers of the Second Legion appeared from the circle.

That's what they thought at first glance.

"……Mother."

Hector stood in front of everyone without the slightest hesitation, even before he really stood still, he knelt down on one knee.

He wasn't wearing a helmet, so Morgan could easily see that there seemed to be some dark purple marks on his face that didn't seem to be left in battle.

Ajax and Salieri hesitated for a while, but when their eyes swept over Morgan's face, there was no hesitation or hesitation at all. They knelt on the ground and called their mother.

Immediately afterwards, there was Eris, his eyes stayed on Morgan's face for a while, and then he left in a hurry.

When the spider queen looked away from the four heirs, she found that her shadow champion had stepped forward, beside Hector. Reservedly laid across his chest, and then exposed the fragile link between the helmet and the armor.

In the end, it was Kairon, the ancient soldier of the Legion, whose gaze stayed on Morgan's face for a long time, as if he was confirming something.

After a long time, the only Terra veteran took a deep breath, did not kneel down, but bent deeply.

"Salute to you."

"The Lord of the Legion."

(End of this chapter)