Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 216 Rus Wolf Helmet
Nimrod didn't believe the Wolf King would renege on his promise, so he gave Sanchez the order.

"Let him collect his reward from the Sixth Legion's flagship and then come to see me on the Shadow of Reign."

Five hours later, Enoch Lashvin, the other party in the duel, learned that Sanchez had completed the cleansing of Planet Seven.

While maintaining his chainsaw axe, the wolf master was distracted and cut his right index finger on the axe blade.

Blood dripped onto the ground, attracting the attention of his wolves.

A dozen seconds later, Rashid came to his senses and casually picked up a spray bottle and pressed it.

The wolf lord stood up and spoke to the wild wolves that were looking at him.

"Let's go! We won't stop until we kill the last greenskin."

Four hours later, the flagship of the Sixth Legion.

A black stormbird, painted with seven red arrows at an angle, landed on the boarding deck.

Before the engine completed its cooling cycle, eleven "provocateurs" stepped off the deck.

Their appearance instinctively disgusted the waiting wolves.

Upon seeing these outsiders, the wolves reached out to touch their weapons in frustration.

The wolves that usually roamed around them, which were the animals they felt most comfortable with, now filled them with disgust.

The Space Wolves veterans struggled to suppress their inner roars; they were not the Bloodclaws of the Wolf Pack, but the Legion's finest soldiers.

They are wolf servants, wild wolf guards, and representatives of the wolf king.

It wasn't until Sanchez, clad in black armor, emerged from the Stormbird that the Wolf Guard turned their attention to the Reaper Lord.

The wolf guard ignored the cat-like creature a meter long to the left of the Reaper Lord and looked at the massive thunder wolf to his right.

Some members of the Sixth Legion tamed thunder wolves, but none were as large as Sanchez's, except for the wolf king's brothers, Fredie and Gerry.

The wolf guards, who wore no helmets but instead masked themselves after the mouths of wild beasts, stared at Sanchez with the eyes of wild animals.

"Come with me."

"Lead the way."

Sanchez felt the gaze of the wolf guards and sensed their suppressed anger, and spoke calmly.

He had anticipated this, and followed the wolf guards covered in fur forward.

Walking down the narrow corridor leading to the Wolf Hall, Sanchez saw rows of ivory tusks on both sides.

A few wolf guards gathered together, looking like a bunch of shouting drunkards.

Their armor was covered with different decorations, but the only thing they had in common was the red howling wolf emblem on their left shoulder armor, which was also the new symbol of the Sixth Legion.

Sanchez entered the Wolf Hall and felt the heat emanating from the brazier. He saw the animal fat burning in the brazier, which had covered the ceiling with deposits of grease.

Everything here felt familiar to him, awakening his memories of Fenris's Wolf Den.

[The Wolf King branded himself on his army and ships.]
The "Provocateurs" followed the Reaper Lord, and with each step they took, they could feel the probing gazes of the surrounding wolf guards, sensing their suppressed rage.

The "provokers" felt a melting sensation within their bodies, and they gained increasing control over the power they had acquired.

The wolf guards led Sanchez through the wolves wearing various leather masks to the wolf king.

“My leader!” shouted the wolf guard. “I’ve brought him here!”

As the arsonist drew closer to the wolf king, he sensed more than when he last saw him.

He felt as if he were walking in a storm, and the light was dimming.

A subtle pressure acted on their senses, and he perceived the danger lurking in the darkness.

The area around the wolf king seemed to have transformed into a more primitive place.

Approaching it is like stepping into humanity's distant past, when people used torches to ward off wild beasts in caves, and every stone had its own name.

Sanchez met Leman Russ's eyes, which were as cold as an ice lake, and those few seconds felt like an eternity.

“The pack welcomes you,” the wolf king suddenly laughed. “You are an excellent hunter.”

“Rashiven’s loss to you will not tarnish his honor.”

Sanchez sensed the surrounding wolves guarding him, and after hearing the wolf king's words, he was no longer as subdued as before.

"Give him a seat and some mead!"

Upon hearing the wolf king's words, a chair was brought out.

Sanchez sat down, and someone handed him a bronze drinking horn.

“Drink, hunter!” Sanchez took a sip of the liquid at Leman Russ’s urging.

Unsurprisingly, the mead burned his mouth, then his throat, and finally his stomach, as if a fire had been set inside him.

Sanchez suppressed a cough and, urged by the Wolf King, drank a few more glasses.

Lehman Russ then picked up the helmet from the shelf next to him.

Sanchez then stood up and walked over to Leman Russ.

The Wolf King placed the Rus Wolf Helmet in Sanchez's hands: "It is yours now. It was made for me by the whole father's private craftsmen."

Sanchez could see their jealousy towards him through the eyes of the wolf guards through their masks.

"You have won again."

“But you won’t keep winning forever. My offspring will take back the sword and the wolf helmet.”

Sanchez sensed the gleam in the eyes of the wolf guards as they looked at him—the eyes of a hunter.

Sanchez took the Rus Wolf Helmet. As soon as he held it in his hand, he keenly sensed a mysterious power contained within it.

[This helmet, crafted by the emperor's personal artisans, is no ordinary object.]
Sanchez began to look forward to the next hunting competition, he said calmly.

"I look forward to the next hunting competition."

Sanchez said, putting the Rus Wolf Helmet on his head.

All the wolf guards averted their gazes in fear, instilled in them a sense of dread by Sanchez, who donned the Rus's wolf helmet.

The "provocates" looked at their lord and felt that Sanchez's figure was becoming increasingly imposing and awe-inspiring.

As Sanchez left the Sixth Army flagship, on the medical deck, Jorin had just finished implanting a taste monitoring nerve.

He took a big gulp of mead, feeling the organ implanted in the back of his mouth, and savored the unique flavor of the mead.

Just as Jorin was about to drink his second cup of mead, his ear suddenly twitched slightly.

“Damn it, Sanchez won again. He first won the leader’s sword, and then he won the helmet that the father had given to the leader.”

"Yes!"

Another person chimed in, “I took a look from afar, and his guards are just as despicable as he is.”

"I really want to knock them down and stomp on their disgusting faces."

After he finished speaking, he slammed his fist heavily on the barrel, creating a large hole.

Yolin's cloudy gaze suddenly sharpened, and he strode towards the operating room.

“Impossible,” the bearded apothecary said, shaking his head.

"You underwent a modification surgery yesterday, and you must wait until your body has fully adapted before you can undergo the next modification surgery."

"Too slow, I can't wait any longer, I'm a man of Fenris."

“I am Yorin, Ruth’s close partner. I will not fall.”

Yolin clenched his fist and shouted.

At the same time, after handing over power to the new lord of the Ninth Chapter, Szesny, Thomas left Battle Moon with his think tank members.

As he stepped off the boarding deck of the HMS Shadow of Kings, he led fifty-two think tank members to the think tank building and addressed them.

"From now on, this will be where we study psionic magic."

He then said to the only star communicator, "You take them and familiarize them with this place."

Thomas then went into his suite.

After filling the bathtub with water, he took out a bottle of his prepared ritual essential oil and dripped it into the bathtub.

As a "secret seeker," he discovered from the sacrificial history of various tribes that priests would always cleanse their bodies and calm their minds before performing rituals.

This is an expression of reverence for the gods.

The "Secret Seeker" uses ingredients such as peppermint and citronella to formulate an amber-colored ritual essential oil.

The enormous body of the "Secret Seeker" crawled into the bathtub specially built for him by the legion's servants.

Thomas got out of the bathtub after soaking for eleven minutes and dried himself with a towel.

Instead of wearing the power armor, he put on a black robe and then eagerly headed for the elevator.

Thomas took the elevator to the lower deck of K-33.

(End of this chapter)