Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Russ was raging like a storm. The sea beast's highly acidic digestive fluid could dissolve a person into bones in an instant, but it could not leave any marks on Rus's skin. However, every swing of the battle axe would bring up a wave of smelly blood, and scarlet flowers would bloom on the stomach wall of the sea beast.

Like a red-hot knife piercing butter, he cut a tunnel as tall as a person in the squirming flesh.

This thousand-meter-long monster is experiencing the most painful torment at this moment. Its body is twisting wildly in the dark deep sea. Its mountain-like back smashes the underwater volcano. The erupting lava and surging blood foam dye the entire sea purple-red.

The tentacles that could easily crush a dragon boat were now twitching and slapping the seabed like a spasmodic python, and every struggle plowed a trench hundreds of meters long on the seabed.

Like a burning meteorite, Leman Russ drilled into the behemoth's heart chamber along its blood vessels. The beast's tough heart burst like a rotten fruit under his violent hacking.

Eating a Primarch was the worst decision it had ever made in its life. I hope it can learn a lesson in its next life.

When the sea beast finally ceased its struggles, Wop's psychic energy lifted the kilometer-long corpse like an invisible giant hand. The moment the beast's shattered body broke free from the water, a dark purple waterfall of blood dyed the surrounding sea a thick crimson.

Leman Russ's figure tore through the surging blood waves like thunder, and emerged from the sea through the broken throat of the giant beast.

Suddenly, cheers like a landslide and tsunami erupted from the dragon boat.

"Leman Russ!"

A thousand-meter-long sea beast is nothing in the ocean of Fenris, but it is still an invincible ocean overlord for the people of Fenris.

Although the Fenrisians also hunt sea beasts, even if they hunt underage sea beasts that are about a hundred meters long, they risk getting nothing or even suffering heavy losses. Sea beasts that are a thousand meters long are simply not something the Fenrisians can contend with.

The reward for killing this sea beast was very generous. Its meat was enough to feed the Rus tribe for a whole year. Its hide could be processed into clothes, canvas, boat skins and tents. Its bones could be used to make dragon boats. Its fat could be eaten or used as lamp oil.

But it would take a long time to deal with its body, and the Rus tribe had to find an island to settle on as soon as possible. This was a dilemma.

Tengger: "I suggest that we deal with the corpse first. Its meat is enough to last us through the winter. Even if we can't find an island in the remaining time, we can still go to Asaheim."

In the previous duel, Tengil was knocked unconscious before he could even see Rus's movements, and he had always been upset about it. But that was just his own self-pity; he and Rus had no personal grudge.

Finding an island to settle on was certainly important, but the Fenrisians valued honor even more. Turning the carcass of this sea monster into a dragon boat was undoubtedly the greatest honor the Russ tribe had ever had. If forced to choose between the island and honor, no one wanted Russ to give up this honor.

Going to Asaheim and becoming a scorned lowland tribe is only temporary; they can go to sea again next year, but this honor is unique!

But they didn't understand that Ruth never wanted to choose between the two. He could have it all with just one sentence.

"Help me, Father."

Ruth spoke, and Wop couldn't refuse.

Even if all the people of the Rus tribe went into battle, it would be very difficult to deal with the corpse of the sea beast, but Wop only took one day.

The threads of psychic energy pierced into the huge body of the sea beast like dark blue lightning. Under Wop's precise control, these slender but deadly energy beams moved along the muscle texture and bone gaps like the sharpest scalpels.

The tough skin was cut into regular squares, the fat layer peeled off like melted butter, the dark purple muscle tissue was divided into pieces suitable for marinating, and the fishy and sweet blood and difficult-to-preserve internal organs were released into the sea, attracting schools of fish to peck at them.

When the last piece of tissue was peeled off, only a complete skeleton like a work of art remained on the sea. Wop freely molded the skeleton into a 500-meter-long, three-deck dragon boat.

Specially tanned sea beast skin was carefully covered on the surface of the keel. The recently dead sea beast completed its transformation and rebirth, from a ferocious predator to a dragon boat that carries life.

Rus stood at the bow of the ship, his golden hair dancing wildly in the biting sea breeze. Under the reverent and expectant gazes of tens of thousands of Rus people, he slowly raised his battle axe.

"Sail!"

……

On the thirty-second day after leaving Vanaheim, the Russ tribe luckily found an island.

But when their fleet sailed towards the shallows, many human figures suddenly appeared on the barren and desolate land.

"It seems that this island already has an owner." Wop saw several dragon boats docked on the shallows.

Russ: "The Season of Fire is almost over. We don't have time to find another new land."

Tengger nodded, and the warriors gripped their axes tighter.

Although Fenrisians rarely kill each other, conflicts over land are a common occurrence among them.

Rus shook his head. "I'll go talk to them. This land is big enough to accommodate two tribes."

He couldn't rule Fenris by slaughter; both of his brothers had unified their homeworld, and Russ didn't want to be left behind.

Compared to his brother's home world, the environment of Fenris is more harsh, but the Fenrisians are more pure.

Rus took only fifteen warriors and sailed towards the shallows in a light dragon boat.

The actions of the Rus tribe made the observers on the shore obviously relax a lot. When Rus came ashore, there were already hundreds of people gathered on the shallows.

Most of them were women and children, with only a few warriors, because the warriors of this tribe had all gone out to sea to fish.

Russ motioned his warriors to lay down their weapons, and raised his empty hands, palms facing outward, to signify his harmlessness.

"I am Leman Russ, King of the Russ clan."

"I am Agnarr, the shaman of the Askmani tribe." A tall old man stepped out from the crowd and said tremblingly, "We can give up this land, Your Majesty Rus. I only ask that you allow us to stay for a few more days, at least until our warriors return."

He looked to be at least thirty years old, with a string of fish teeth hanging around his neck and runes painted on his face that were very similar to those of the Rus tribe's shamans.

His reaction was normal. If the Rus tribe was a tribe of similar size to the Ascomani tribe, they would definitely fight to the death.

But the Rus tribe was too large, and there were thousands of dragon boats on the sea that were lined up day and night, which made people despair just by looking at them.

Rus: "The Rus tribe needs this land, but I have no intention of driving you away."

Agnarr: "So what do you mean?"

"We can share this land. The Askmani tribe can keep their village, and the Rus tribe will settle far away from your village, but the Askmani tribe must submit to the Rus tribe."

Hearing Rus's request for their submission, Agnarr was not angry but overjoyed. He nodded hurriedly: "The Askmani tribe is willing to submit, Your Majesty Rus!"

The Ascomani were just a small tribe and they had no right to bargain with the big tribes.

It was a great favor that Rus was willing to let them stay, and submitting to the Rus tribe would be of great benefit with no harm at all.

Although surrendering meant they had to kowtow to Rus, they also gained a powerful backer. Powerful tribes would rebel for honor, but not the Askromani. Submission to Rus offered more benefits than disadvantages, and they would even be willing to change the Askromani's name to Rus!

……

The dragon boat of the Rus tribe slowly approached the shore, and it took a whole day just to land.

By night, the Rus tribe had set up many fires on the beach for barbecues, lighting up the entire beach.

When the Ascomani warriors who went out to sea to fish came back, they were frightened by the sight of the thousands of dragon boats and the situation on the beach and dared not approach. It was Agnar who sent someone to deliver a message to persuade them to come back.

"Your Majesty Russ, this is Axel, the leader of the Ascomani tribe." Agnarr brought a tall warrior.

"Your Majesty Russ." Axel lowered his head, calling him "Your Majesty" willingly.

"Ouch!"

The children of the Rus tribe were already accustomed to seeing wolves chasing and playing on the beach. They even dared to pull the wolves' fluffy hair and play with them.

However, this scene frightened the Ascomani tribe greatly, and even their leader Axel was no exception. The flickering firelight reflected his pale face.

These Fenris wolves are generally three meters tall, no different from adult Fenris wolves.

But in fact, they are still minors. Perhaps due to the influence of the Primarch Russ, the wolf pack is growing a little faster.

Sylvia's shoulder height is already three meters and a half, only slightly shorter than Ruth.

The Russ tribe is a hundred times larger than the Askmene tribe, and can even tame the Fenris wolves. Only those who cannot see the situation clearly would be unwilling to submit to such a powerful tribe.

Ruth: "Axel, how long have you lived in this land?"

"It's been three Great Years already," Axel said. "Agnar performs divination every Great Year. Its foundation is very solid and can last for at least twenty Great Years. This is a gift from the gods of Asaheim!"

Axel looked fanatical when he mentioned the gods.

This is the tradition of many tribes in Fenris. They believe that above the high mountains of Asaheim is the heaven where the gods live, and those brave warriors will be led to heaven by the gods after death.

In the ever-changing world of the mortal world, this is people's only spiritual sustenance.

An island that can exist for twenty years is indeed a blessing, because many Fenrisians do not even live to be twenty years old. Having such an island means that many people will not have to wander for their entire lives.

Russ: "Winter is approaching. Has the Askromani tribe stored enough food to survive the winter?"

Axel hesitated, "Not yet, but if you need, we can give some to your people."

In Axel's opinion, most of the Fire Season had passed, and Rus's tribe had only just found the island, so their food must have been consumed. Moreover, the Rus tribe also raised a pack of wolves, whose appetites were much greater than those of humans.

Rus shook his head. "That's not what I meant. If the Askmani haven't stored enough food, the Rus tribe is ready to provide it to you. This is the reward you deserve."

"Your Majesty Russ, what do you need us to do?" Axel asked.

Ruth laughed and said, "Nothing."

He would rule the Fenrisians, not for their contributions, but for what his rule could bring to the Fenrisians.

……

When the season of fire passes, winter comes.

The glaciers gradually began to spread from the poles to the equator, until the whole world turned into an ice and snow doomsday, and Russ made up his mind.

"I will unify Fenris. I will tread every inch of the frozen ground of Fenris. Whether it's the mountain tribes entrenched in the lowlands of Asaheim or the island tribes drifting among the Broken Isles, they will all submit to the rule of the Russ tribe!"

"Leman Russ!"

Rus's declaration was unanimously recognized by the warriors of the Rus tribe. They shouted his name and struck their shields with their axes.

Ruth enjoyed their attention, but there were only two people he really cared about.

"Mother, will you support me?"

The whimpering sound in Sylvia's throat was softer than the finest silk, and she gently touched Ruth's cheek with the soft hair on her neck.

Her son grew taller than she, and she believed he could accomplish feats no one else could. Unifying Fenris was only the beginning, for Wop told her there was still a vast galaxy waiting for Russ to conquer.

Sylvia didn't know how big the galaxy was, or what the other Primarchs looked like, but her children were definitely the best!

"What about you, Father?" Ruth asked again.

Wop: "I am not your father, the Emperor is."

Ruth looked at him quietly. In fact, Ruth didn't care whether to call him mentor or father, because the title could not change their relationship, just like blood ties could not change the fact that his biological parents did not raise him.

Ruth knew that if he called him Mentor Wop, he would respond.

But Ruth also knew that as long as he persisted, Wop would be the first to lose, as he always did.

Ruth saw the helplessness in Wop's eyes, which was not unexpected to him.

Wop sighed: "Don't you know it all along? I will support you no matter what choice you make."

Ruth smiled. "Whatever?"

Wop smelled a hint of danger and said cautiously, "As long as you remain you."

"I always have." Ruth's eyes flashed with a cunning light.

He has grown up and is no longer as willful and twisted as he was when he was a child. But he has not completely abandoned his personality, he just hides it deeper.

He was not jealous of his brother, nor did he act like a child asking for candy, which was too childish.

He would only hold on to everything that belonged to him with the tenacity of a wolf cub guarding its food, because he was a child raised by wolves.

Fenris wolves hide their intelligence behind a ferocious and savage exterior, but anyone who underestimates a Fenris wolf will pay with their life.

His innocent wolf brothers were so well protected that they looked more like humans than wolves, and were like children who had not grown up.

Instead, Russ inherited the characteristics of the wolf and was more like a wolf than his wolf brothers.

He knew what Wop was worried about. Chaos, the Warp, the High Heaven, no matter what name it was called, it could not change the nature of the place. Wop and his father were very afraid of the gods in the High Heaven.

Russ would not touch those things. He was past his rebellious phase and would not go against his parents like a fool. Moreover, what he saw and heard underground in Vanaheim made him realize the dangers of Chaos.

But Wop was so wary of the Warp that he ignored the greater dangers, Curze and Lorgar, and other Primarchs he might encounter in the future.

From Wop's fragmentary narration, he had already pieced together the appearance of his two brothers whom he had never met - two spoiled children.

They are too selfish and stubborn, especially their childish and terrifying possessiveness, which is very dangerous to Wop.

But no matter, he would protect Wop from his brother, in the Fenris Wolf way.

And Wop would support him, this was Wop's own promise.

Chapter 78: King of Fenris (5K)

"Fenris Wolf, quick, blow the horn!"

"Woo!"

On the watchtower at the entrance of the village, the sentry stared intently at the wolf pack on the distant snowfield, and the white mist he exhaled quickly condensed into ice crystals in the cold wind.

The desolate sound of the horn tore through the polar cold wind and echoed over the village for a long time.