Emperor's Bane

Chapter 161 Consciousness
"Pooh--"

Riemann of House Russ, Lord of the Icefields of Fenris, Primarch of the Sixth Legion of the Astartes, had just beheaded his last rival.

Seeing this alien who dared to swing his blade at him under the blessing of courage and madness, Leman Russ spat on the ground to express his respect.

Leman Russ stood on the ruins of a fortress whose original shape could not be seen at all. Under his feet were the corpses of alien overlords that were too numerous to count, until his knees were tired, and even those closest to him The body guards could only wade through the stinking pile of bones.

This is victory, this is massacre, this is an impossible outcome, this is yet another miracle that can only be performed by the Primarch leading his blood offspring.

In the misty galaxy, there will always be fools who question the power of these mortal demigods created by the emperor himself, and the reason for their doubts seems so reasonable: these powerful gods who fell into the mortal world, In the final analysis, they are just flesh and blood, their arms cannot withstand the crushing of the god's equipment, and their flesh cannot withstand the gunfire of the void engine.

What's more, even a few of the most common armored vehicles and fighter planes, as long as they can seize a suitable opportunity and gather enough power, they can make these most proud star kings rush around, and even fall into their lives. When dying.

As long as there is an opportunity, a surprise attack, a well-prepared trap, and a team of souls who are not afraid of death, these so-called "half gods" can be embarrassed and endangered.

But even so, even if such a situation is really possible, it still cannot change the fact that these divine fires stolen by the emperor, man-made miracles that come out of legends and fantasies, are the most mysterious among the stars in the universe. and dreamy existence.

These are not invincible, not perfect, and even in a sense, even the Primarchs with abnormal personalities can always create all kinds of miracles, no matter how exaggerated and strange the story is, as long as When it happens to them, there is the most basic logic and possibility.

For example, at this very moment, when Leman Russ pulled out his battle ax from the wreckage of the last alien overlord, and couldn't help but roar to the sky, a most incredible victory had come On him: On the endless bloody ruins, only the sons of Fenris are standing proudly as the victors at this moment, and under their feet are the corpses of hundreds of thousands of Randan's elite.

Following their genetic father, the thousands of space wolves who launched this surprise attack had already suffered more than half of their casualties at this time, and even wolf masters and countless Terra veterans fell into this crazy meat grinder, but this This did not prevent the Astartes from becoming the winners of this short but bloody melee fight. In a few Terra standard hours, they chopped off dozens of times the heads of the elite aliens, killing each of the Space Wolves. Every inch of land that can be seen is full of blood flowing wantonly or gradually solidifying, and there are dead heads everywhere, being kicked and piled up indiscriminately, continuously.

No one knows how the Space Wolves did all this, and no one knows how the sons of Leman Russ resisted the alien tide that overwhelmed them, and even turned defeat into victory after a brutal fight.

Perhaps this is the power of the Primarchs and the Astartes, that when they display their rage without restraint, fate is always on their side.

Even in the cold wind that was completely soaked in the smell of blood, it seemed that some kind of distant and irritable laughter could be heard, as if the hidden god of war was throwing a hurricane at this glorious slaughter field. A glance of approval.

"Come here, boy."

When Leman Russ rested for a while, his personal bodyguard, Black Blood, had already brought Hector to the Primarch's side. The Wolf King of Fenris turned his head, and for the first time carefully looked at the overly tall creature. Astartes.

Hector, his most trusted wolf lord, Jolin, mentioned this name just now, and praised his strength and bravery without concealment: considering Jolin's arrogant nature, this kind of praise is very rare.

The wolf king sized up the warrior and sighed softly.

This is such a good boy.

Look at these arms, look at this exaggerated figure, if we only talk about the purest physical talent, the burliest warrior in the Sixth Legion can only reach his shoulders, I am afraid that in all Astartes Among the fighters, there are only a few who can compare with him.

Although Leman Russ casually glanced at Hector when he was talking with his blood relatives, but until this time, he really observed the new star of the Second Legion , in the mind of the Primarch of the Sixth Legion, those most powerful fighters are constantly flashing, and their figures are constantly overlapping with the somewhat immature Morgan's heirs in front of him.

Leman Russ thought like this for a few seconds, but suddenly realized that among the great warriors he imagined, there was no heir from the Space Wolves who inherited his blood.

The Wolf King thought hard again, but he really didn't think of anyone in his legion who could rival the most powerful Astartes warriors.

Akudona, Radolon, Abaddon, Sejame, Astlan, and Arachos... It is said that in the Imperial Fist Legion, a powerful warrior named Sigismund recently appeared, He is constantly gaining unimaginable victories and achievements, and is likely to be among the great ranks.

Even the kid named Hector in front of him, with his talent, strength, and the calmness and fury he just showed on the battlefield, in the future, even though he may not be the best among these powerful fighters, At least it will be one of them.

However, even if Leman Russ racked his brains, he still couldn't figure out who among all his children had the power and talent to obtain the same status.

The wolf king smashed his mouth, and felt a soreness between his teeth and tongue.

He beckoned, gesturing for this little brat who could almost be at eye level with him to come over, and then asked softly, hot air was spit out from his blood-stained fangs, and a large puff rolled down in the icy air A magnificent spray of water.

"How long has your Primarch been gone?"

This blunt question made Hector uncontrollably quiet, and Leman Russ laughed unreservedly when he witnessed this embarrassment and concealment.

"Don't hide it, you little bastard, any fighter who is watched by his Primarch will have some kind of mysterious connection with his Primarch, and can have the most basic mutual perception and connection."

"Now, tell me, how long has it been?"

"...I ceased to feel the breath of my Gene Mother before about one Tr time."

Leman Russ looked at the unreserved worry on Hector's face, and smiled even more happily. He opened his mouth and let out a low growl like the Steppenwolf.

"Okay, don't worry about it there,"

"She is a Primarch, a Primarch, and in this galaxy, no one can really harm her except the Emperor and us who belong to the Primarch."

"Only a primarch can counter an antigen."

"Well... But maybe..."

At the end of the words, Leman Russ actually fell into a low-pitched self-denial. Obviously, he thought of another missing brother.

The relationship between him and the missing person is not close, but it is not too bad. The No. 11 Legion Primarch, in most cases, is not a very disgusting character, let alone , his fanaticism and loyalty to the Lord of Humanity can be seen with the naked eye, and it can even be called worship.

In this respect, only Luo Jia can compare with him.

but……

The wolf king of Fenris remembered what he saw on Mengele's home planet, and his face became gloomy.

Mengele crossed the line.

While the Emperor never made it clear what his limits were, within the Primarch there was a basic understanding of what the Lord of Men would not tolerate.

And the mistakes Menger made, although not more related to those aliens and hatred of intelligence, are actually trampling on the bottom line of the lord of mankind.

Even if he did not die, even if he could return from the lost universe, what awaited him could only have the coldest ending.

In his heart, Leman Russ muttered to himself, he had a hunch that maybe soon, he would have to use the Dionysian Spear.

Although on the day he got it, he had already been mentally prepared, and even felt sad joy and pride for it, thinking that he was the emperor's favorite and trusted figure.

But when he really had a premonition that he was going to do something, what surrounded his mind was only endless sadness and hatred.

Thinking of this, Leman Russ couldn't help but spit again. He raised his head and forced his energy to shift from those irrelevant things to the war in front of him.

"A tera standard time..."

Looking at the continuously gathering troops, the Primarch muttered to himself, although Morgan had no further communication with him, but relying on the situation in front of him and superhuman wisdom, Leman Russ certainly knew what his blood relatives were going to do up.

"If all goes well, then it's about time."

The wolf king of Fenris whispered.

At the edge of his field of vision, there was another thin black line, mixed with endless roars and blood-colored dust, gradually revealed on the horizon: more aliens, more fearless armies.

And it was at this time that the wolf king of Fenris raised his head, showing the most carefree and pure laugh.

He felt it.

He heard it.

That voice in the sea of ​​souls, that whisper from his blood relatives.

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【nailed it. 】

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The sea of ​​fate is roaring and boiling, like a dying dragon, madly dragging everything within sight into the same hell as himself.

In the darkest tide of the subspace, the radiant radiation is more dazzling than the explosion of a thousand stars. In an instant, it will involve the hundreds of thousands of alien troops closest to it, and in the next moment, it will be burned to death. Burned their souls, burned them howling.

Leman Russ looked at all of this, and he even frowned, because it was not until all this that he truly felt how powerful and profane power was imprisoned in that twisted creation called [Engine of Destiny].

Souls, countless souls, billions, howling souls, all the wolf priests fell to their knees, trembling for the first time in their lives, from something so terrible... .

"what is that?"

The Primarch asked softly.

And the moment his question landed, the distortion and shock of space echoed in the burning ruins, and the next moment, Morgan appeared behind him: her condition didn't look particularly good.

At this time, the Spider Queen had even shrunk back to that smaller mortal body. Destroying that twisted creation obviously took her a lot of energy and willpower. At this moment, Morgan's brain was full of what the [Engine of Destiny] had brought to her. Backlash and destruction forced her to do everything she could to control the balance in her mind, and she didn't even have more energy to manage her limbs.

Morgan just casually landed on Hector's shoulders, allowing her heir to straighten her back in an instant. She smiled with weakness in her smile.

[That's death, Leman Russ. 】

[The death of a race, the death of a hope. 】

"...to put it bluntly."

[I can't be blunt, this involves some dangerous spiritual knowledge, if you want, you can write down everything you see and feel, and then find a time to ask Magnus, he will Happy to answer. 】

"..."

"Forget it, I don't really want to know about this kind of thing."

The wolf king of Fenris touched his rough neck, and he stared at the army that had begun to take shape on the horizon.

"Now, shall we withdraw?"

Morgan didn't answer right away, she took a few heavy breaths, adjusting her extremely chaotic breath.

【I'm afraid not. Although I destroyed the engine's system internally, I didn't completely destroy it. My remaining strength is not enough to smash the container that holds it. 】

"Keep it simple."

[If we evacuate now, then there is a possibility that Ran Dan can restore it, although this possibility is unlikely. 】

"Okay, I get it."

Leman Russ laughed. He grabbed the Dionysian Spear standing on the ground and swung it twice before looking at the broken and twisted creation in the distance again.

"Leave the rest to me."

[Then you have to be careful. 】

Morgan's aura finally stabilized. She first glanced at the void with her third eye before opening her mouth hastily.

[You have to be careful, fast, and have some... psychological preparation. 】

The scarlet sun, it is rushing towards here at all costs, all the imperial warships are trying in vain to stop it, but with little success.

"how to say?"

【simply put. 】

[You have to be prepared to lose all the children in front of you, they may have to embrace a doomed battle. 】

Leman Russ was taken aback by Morgan's words, and then he laughed out loud.

lol.

The Wolf King raised his battle axe, shaking the sky and earth with the shouts of Allfather and Russ accompanied by his movements. All the Space Wolves were roaring, and started to charge again, charging dozens of times own opponent.

Before joining the charge, the wolf king of Fenris looked back at his blood relatives, his voice was low, as if he was whispering in the wind and snow.

"Regarding death as home?"

"Isn't this the most common realization?"

(End of this chapter)