The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 1823 Wolf King

The one on the throne is a giant in the true sense, with messy hair covering his face and a few rough braids, wearing the robes that residents of extremely cold places often wear, sitting reclined on a chair without manners On the table, one leg rested on the table, and the other kept dangling. Two giant wolves of terrifying stature were crawling beside the throne, wagging their tails, occasionally yawning and showing their sharp teeth like daggers, and pointed towards the campfire. Cast to watch.

"call-"

The giant gasped, looked at the clean drinking bowl, and then lazily passed it aside. A werewolf with snow-white hair was holding a huge wine jar and poured wine into the giant's bowl without spilling a single drop.

After it was full, the giant drank a third of it in one gulp, then hiccupped, and then laughed nervously.

"Hahahahahaha."

Seeing that the giant ignored him and was not annoyed by the people who came, he also chuckled lightly, and then said:

"Leman Russ, have you had enough?"

The master of the Sixth Legion, the Primarch of the Space Wolves, Leman Russ, opened his sleepy drunken eyes and tilted his head, as if he was going around the bonfire to see that man.

"Who are you, dare to call me by my name, I should put you on the fire!"

Leman Russ spoke with a guttural tone, lending his Gothic tongue some comical growl and snarl, like a beast trying to speak.

The woman in mourning was not annoyed, but continued to say in that cold and flat tone:

"I can understand your knowingly asking. You don't even need to know who I am. You just need to know that you owe me a debt and you should pay it back now."

Leman Russ opened his eyes, raised his other arm, and shouted while waving:

"I don't owe you, I don't owe anyone, I don't owe it! I don't owe it!"

Following his violent movements, a lot of wine in the bowl spilled on him and on the throne. The woman in mourning just watched her get angry quietly until the wolf king gradually calmed down and drank the rest in one gulp. Only then slowly opened the mouth and said:

"The moment you stabbed Dionysus into my husband's heart, you owed me an eternal blood debt, kinslayer."

The Lord of the Wild Wolf gritted his teeth, smashed the wine bowl on the ground, smashed it into countless pieces, and then gasped violently.

"Kinslayer? No one can threaten me like that! It's a gift to let you survive!"

"Then you can kill me."

"You think I dare not!?"

Ruth stood up all over, with a ferocious expression on his face and protruding canine teeth. Instantly, the light in the entire hall dimmed, as if an invisible force pushed down the burning bonfire by half a meter. "Fuel" is many horned demon skulls, and Ruth's shadow cast by the flames on the wall began to grow, like a giant werewolf with hunchback panting and claws like scimitars, and the two giant wolves also stood up and turned into fierce Grinning his teeth, arching his back, he growled at the existence that disrespected his master.

However, the other party has never wavered in the slightest, like a piece of ice for ten thousand years.

After the two sides confronted each other for a long time, the hall was bright again, the bonfire was still crackling and burning, Ruth's breathing gradually became steady, he sat back on the throne, then stretched out his hand, and the white-haired werewolf on the side handed him a new bowl .

"Let's go, we have nothing to say between us."

But the other party still didn't move, just said coldly:

"The Eldar Queen."

Ruth, who had just raised the wine bowl, froze for a moment, and soon drank the strange liquid in the bowl calmly.

"She followed Soshyan to the maelstrom, and the two may be separated for a while in the near future."

Ruth stretched his hand aside and asked:

"How do you know my location? Who told you?"

"nobody."

Ruth narrowed his eyes, suddenly realized something, grinned and hissed:

"Witchcraft! You have come this far."

"Nothing to do with you."

"Then how do you know everything about that person? Your spy? Or did you buy someone?"

"Neither, and these have nothing to do with you."

"ha."

With a sneer, Ruth continued to drink, as if he didn't want to talk to him anymore, the woman in mourning continued:

"Don't you want to kill her too?"

"This sentence is also for you, these have nothing to do with you."

"Then I want you, Leman Russ, to take your herd and kill her."

Ruth didn't answer, but looked at each other with interest while drinking.

"If you miss this opportunity, I'm afraid you won't find a second chance."

Leman Russ still did not speak, and the two sides fell into silence again, only the yawn of the wild wolf remained.

After a while, Leman Russ, who had recovered his drunken posture, said slowly:

"Women's jealousy is terrible."

Then he shook his head.

"I won't go."

The woman in mourning seems to have fallen into short-term thinking, but soon she opened her mouth and said:

"That one forbids you to do anything to the Eldar Queen, right?"

Ruth turned around lazily, lying on the throne, with both legs hanging in the air, his eyes staring at the ceiling, as if he didn't even bother to look at each other.

"For your brother, she must be killed, otherwise he may never come back."

Hearing the word "brother", Leman Ruth's brows became more gloomy and sad, and his eyes became hesitant, and he kept patrolling the ceiling, as if he was looking for some answer.

Realizing that she had swayed the King of Wolves, the woman in mourning continued to throw bombs.

"And now he has become the Phoenix King of the Spirit Race, and he also helped the Spirit Race find their lost fleet and Blackstone Fortress."

Hearing the Blackstone Fortress, Leman Russ sat up straight again.

"What?"

"Just in the maelstrom, there is the second Blackstone Fortress. Now one has fallen into the hands of the Spirit Race, and he has been fascinated by that Spirit Race woman."

Leman Russ frowned, but his eyes were not on the woman in mourning, but on the bonfire with his lips tightly pursed.

Seeing this ~www.readwn.com~ The woman in mourning knew that her goal had been achieved, so she turned around, Shi Shiran walked towards the gate, and left a word.

"Wolf King, you must pay this debt."

When the transport plane left the flight deck, the woman in mourning stood behind the observation window, gazing at the shrinking giant ship, the Queen of Glory class Heracfel, the former flagship of the Space Wolves, floating in crazy colors .

Suddenly, she heard a distant wolf howl, even though it was almost an auditory hallucination, it made her soul tremble instinctively.

That **** evening was also howling wolves, which made her lose everything—

This is the call to the hunt, and the wolf king is calling his pack, ready for a **** slaughter.

The woman in mourning turned around, and suddenly a withered and aging black palm slipped out of her sleeve. She clenched her palm tightly, and the moment she turned it over, there was an extra Tarot card in her hand. She looked down and saw that the card was It is a black death knight riding a hungry wolf, holding a battle ax and a spear in his hand, and death follows wherever he goes, leaving only bones on the ground, a horrible scene of devastation.

Under the black veil, lips with black lipstick evoked a slight smile—

(end of this chapter)