Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

There was another battle before Leman Russ found Yorrin.

The clip of the Wolf Lord and the Werewolf was not only circulated in the communication networks of the two legions, but also caused huge waves in the Duran people's network. Unlike the knights and wolves who deliberately avoided this picture, it was almost The Duran people who are desperate will not give up this opportunity.

Just when the Wolf Lord of the Thirteenth Company issued the order to destroy the camera equipment, thunderous footsteps like a migrating herd rang in everyone's ears: Apparently, reinforcements from the Duran people had arrived, and they were stronger than them. Imagine it is faster and more.

Thousands of Tulan soldiers came from all directions, and there was no end as far as the eye could see. All the officers were displaying the eye-catching photo. As a result, the noble anger of defending the homeland and the gnashing of teeth against the invaders Hatred was put on the most sacred cloak, and it collided with the education of thousands of years of complete hostility to aliens and mutants at this moment, fermented, and finally formed an immortal fighting spirit that could swallow up the world.

Yolin led three teams, but this number was not enough to stop this fearless tide. The Wolf Lord called his warriors to gather on the stage in the center of the theater, and built a temporary defense line relying on the terrain and height. Here, They only need to point their guns at a few access points and gaps to form a steel storm that will strangle any life. Above their heads, the iron cage holding their former companions is also creaking. , obviously, the monster inside smells the breath of war, and is becoming more and more crazy and bloodthirsty.

Just like that, the battle begins.

Amidst the countless gunshots and roars, the air was constantly distorting with the high temperature and deep breathing. Everyone's eyes were constantly shaking, as if everything was burning.

Duran's army was advancing one after another, and the wolves' guns were screaming continuously. Everyone was struggling in this whirlpool of death. The dark red armor of the Duran people soon filled half of the hall, and their comrades even They could easily knock down more walls and obstacles under the cover of corpses. Although they were bleeding every step of the way, they were indeed moving forward, and corresponding to this progress, one after another, the descendants of Russ began to fall. Next, a dark red craze and a dark red blood tide swept through the wild wolf's angry roar.

And all of this was not as despairing as the next scene: he heard a very familiar clicking sound of the ammunition count being cleared, not just himself, but almost everyone in all directions.

The wolf master bit the roots of his teeth until both rows of teeth felt bone-breaking pain.

"I will regret this decision sooner or later."

He murmured softly, then raised his gun and shot down the iron cage holding the werewolf monster. The moment the iron cage landed, the wolf master dodged over and kicked it hard towards Du. Lan's military strength.

In such a violent collision, of course, when the cage holding the monster hit the ground, it let out an overwhelmed groan and completely fell apart, and the beast it imprisoned returned to the world.

This complete monster didn't even hesitate for a second, and rushed towards Duran's army impatiently. Like a violent black hurricane sweeping through the tender flowerbed, the Duran people's weapons were under its fangs and claws. It was as fragile as a rotten piece of paper. For a moment, blood spilled out and limbs flew everywhere. Countless Duran soldiers clutched their throats and fell into a pool of blood, or were simply torn to pieces, and then It can't be seen that it was ever a human being.

"Everyone!"

Seizing this opportunity, Yolin raised his battle ax high. He roared and led the remaining warriors towards the Duran army that was beginning to waver. The battle turned into a pure melee strangulation, with the roar of the wolves. The wildness of the werewolves turned into a rampant millstone of flesh and blood, crushing and killing the bravest Duran people.

The Wolf Lord's mind went blank. He simply raised his ax high, relying on the battle memory that had long been engraved in his body. He raised and lowered it again and again, ruthlessly harvesting lives one by one, feeling a trace of Another trace of fear brewed in this hall, until the bravest or craziest Duran people died under the axes and sharp claws, leaving only those who were not firm enough.

He didn't even dare to feel happy, because the wild howl lingering in his ears reminded him all the time of the consequences of some kind of indulgence.

The bloody fight lasted for who knows how long, until every inch of the Wolf Lord's vision was occupied by pure blood, until his iron boots could no longer touch an inch of clean ground, and the hall was finally back in their hands, but despite this, There were still countless Duran troops gathered outside. They looked a little scared, but they did not flee.

And just when he started to think about what to do, he heard two wolf howls.

Giant wolves, two giant wolves, they suddenly appeared from behind the Duran people, appeared from the edge of the battlefield, biting the throats of these people without hesitation, and behind them were groups of iron-gray animals The silhouettes were a large number of Space Wolves that poured into the battlefield. They rushed into the Duran battle line in an instant. When these poor people realized that they were surrounded, the roaring chains Saw swords have cut off the heads of hundreds of Durans.

And behind this invincible steel storm, there is the tallest, most powerful, and most invincible figure. He holds his chain sword tightly, like a god of war coming to the world from the sky. Generally speaking, walking on a battlefield where there is no suspense anymore.

From this moment on.

The battle is over.

The massacre began.

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Leman Russ stared at his dead son.

Or rather, this creature.

At the very least, it was once his own son.

No one dared to disturb the Primarch. The Wolf King of Fenris just stood in the [courtyard] piled with the corpses of countless Durans and Space Wolves, quietly observing the completely dead werewolf, looking at it That ferocious head, that bloody mouth, and those scarlet eyes staring straight into the dim sky: this is what this monster looked like when it died.

It died in the battle. The Duran people's desperate struggle finally gave it enough damage. The burly and deformed body was no longer protected by power armor, and was riddled with wounds from lasers, bullets, swords and even fists. The sharp fangs and teeth collapsed one after another as it violently tore open the throats and chests of the Duran people again and again. Even the lush hair was stained with blood and was stranded. , stuck to the skin stickyly.

But at the same time, its death was so glorious. It probably killed more Duran people than all the people present combined. The blood penetrated deeply into the nails and could no longer be erased. In this sense, it achieved the way of death that any Fenrisian could only dream of.

Russ looked at it and remained silent. Finally, the Primarch slowly knelt down, gently wiped away the blood on the face of the offspring with his fingers, and slowly brushed its eyes.

It was at this moment that his wolf master stepped forward and stepped on the cold flesh with his iron boots, making a sticky sizzling sound.

Yolin walked up to his king like this, lowering his head. The Wolf Lord was not unscathed in the battle just now. He was always at the forefront, and the wounds and scars all over his body were enough to make any Astartes spontaneously cry. fear.

But Ruth didn't look at him. He just looked at the dead child quietly, and after a while, he slowly asked questions.

【why did not you tell me. 】

"I...I'm just waiting."

Only in front of his genetic father and king would the Wolf Lord's voice be mixed with growls.

【wait? What are you waiting for? 】

"The antidote, the truth, the solution...or whatever..."

【There won’t be any. 】

[It is the sprout of eternal winter, the light of the long night, the courage of a deserter, something that will never appear. We do not need to expect miracles, nor do we need to expect promises. 】

The Wolf King stood up. He was much taller than his most burly heir. All the Space Wolves were waiting in line at a distance, in awe of the power of the Gene Father. Only the Wolf Lord standing next to him was struggling. He raised his head, troubled by his own confusion and confusion.

"We have become like this, my lord... I still remember..."

[I remember too, Yolin, I remember everything. I remember those cursed names. They were once close to us and fought side by side, but they failed. They failed to withstand this power. Now, they can only... Wandering the dark nights of Fenris, becoming a monster through and through. 】

[I also know that it is not the past, this is also the future. The spiral of Caenis gives us power, and the roar of the wolf surges in our blood, allowing us to win countless wars among the stars, but when we cannot control it When the time came, it decided to bite us back. Is it something that people can’t understand? 】

These words made Yolin tremble a little.

"You...know everything? Sir?"

Leman Russ didn't answer immediately. He just showed a smile that was full of sarcasm and bitterness. He looked at his wolf master and the master of the Thirteenth Great Company, his former shield-bearing attendant. The person you trust the most will choose to stand firmly on your side even until the end of the gods.

[Every legion has its own curse, Yolin. 】

[No one in this damn world can be carefree, the only exceptions are those idiots. 】

[The same is true for every one of my brothers. They are just like me. Our blood gives our descendants inhuman power, but this power is not free. 】

[Every legion has the possibility of leading to the darkest future. If some legions seem so perfect and invulnerable, it is just that their darkness is carefully hidden, or they are simply carried on their backs. That is the most dangerous thing for a person. 】

[That’s why the All-Father needs us and our group of executioners, because bad things may happen in any legion, so the blood-drinking guillotine must always be as bright as new and show no mercy. 】

[Only I can do this, my brothers, they are too reserved, arrogant, kind, hesitant, or just plain weak to do this. 】

[I used to think that we were special cases, the ones favored by All Father and Destiny. Even when the Seal Bearer warned me, I didn’t take it seriously. 】

[Now it seems that this is just an arrogant escape thought. At this point, there is no difference between you and me. 】

"Sir...I...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have deceived you...I apologize to you..."

【Don’t apologize to me! 】

Leman Russ's anger was aroused in one moment, but disappeared in the next moment. He waved his hands irritably and took a deep breath, his voice filled with merciless accusations and questions.

[I know what you are thinking, Yolin. You want to suppress this matter. You don’t want to let this phantom of the past destroy the legion. Even if it means deceiving me, you have decided to continue doing this. I can’t say that this is Wrong, but look at what it is like now, this planet is definitely not safe, and I still have to deal with my brother. 】

[Throne, I hope his temper is not so bad. We were not very happy before. 】

The face of the Wolf Lord is so strange: his face is pale as never before. It is the despair and inferiority caused by deceiving his master and the father of his genes. But with the words of Leman Russ, this despair It became a complete excitement and shame again, and the blood all over his body surged up, dripping a large blood-red streak on his pale and narrow cheeks.

He wanted to say something else, but the Wolf King patted him on the shoulder, stopping his words. Leman Russ approached his most trusted warrior and spoke slowly in a low tone that only two people could hear.

[Why do you think I know all this? Yolin? 】

[Do you think this is just your curse? 】

The Wolf Lord raised his head, his eyes like torches, a flame composed of disbelief and astonishment.

Ruth just smiled, and he sorted everything out bit by bit, keeping his treasures in mind.

[In the beginning, it was a warrior preparing to be incorporated into the second company on Fenris. It eventually escaped into the wilderness. I hunted it personally. No one knew. In fact, before we left Fenris, , there are three. 】

[Then, second company, fifth company, sixth company, ninth company...]

[The most recent one was from the Eighth Company four years ago. 】

He patted Yolin's shoulder again, looked at his wolf master's somewhat dull eyes, and smiled involuntarily.

[Most of them are like you, Yolin. They instinctively want to hide it. Only two people came to me and confessed the situation. But they had better luck than you, so the situation is not too bad. 】

There was sourness in the Wolf Lord's mouth, and he asked with great difficulty and sincerity.

"What on earth are we going to do, my lord?"

【what to do? 】

Leman Russ shook his head, his smile was bitter.

[If it were one of my arrogant brothers, he might pat his chest and find a method from somewhere that no one knows the details of, and that would probably cause endless trouble. 】

[What he doesn’t know is that some sufferings cannot be escaped or solved. The only way is to grit one’s teeth and endure it. Opportunistic methods may work for the time being, but one day they will face even more terrifying backlash. 】

[And I won’t do that, Yolin, I don’t have the ability and stupidity, and my fate also determines that I can’t think of a real solution: medicine or formula? Maybe one day they will actually appear, but at least, for now, we don't have to count on them. 】

[They are just echoes in our hearts, Yolin. When we listen to the real voice in our hearts, this is what we become. 】

[So, it’s better to keep fighting. 】

[At the very least, the fishy smell and wailing sound can save us from having to face it for the time being. The rest is nothing more than resigned to fate. 】

The Primarch patted his son on the shoulder and whispered his final orders.

[Now, burn it and forget about it. 】

【Suffering is inevitable. 】

[And we still have a battle to fight. 】

He spoke the order gently, then turned around slowly, taking a deep breath and listening to the sound of ending a battle.

The Wolf King of Fenris felt peaceful and melancholy until the Wolf Master of the Third Company connected to his communication.

"Sir, we have detected traces of teleportation at the top of the Scarlet Fortress. It is the Dark Angel!"

The Wolf Lord of the Third Company tried his best to lower his voice, but the anger and rage were still raging on the other end of the communicator.

Leman Russ froze on the spot.

His expression was stiff, confused, and even pure. The slight melancholy he had just felt was shattered by the news. The Wolf King's facial features were fixed in the most standard position for an instant. Only his mouth was because of Opening in purest astonishment.

It was like a child who, after months of hard study, got excellent grades, but when he got into his parents' car with great anticipation, he realized that the car was not going to an amusement park: but It's a dentist's office.

This innocent astonishment only paused for a second. The next moment, Leman Russ's face had turned terrifying. He exposed his fangs, like an angry beast, with anger burning in his pupils, but Even so, he remained as calm as possible.

He glanced at the time before asking his wolf master.

【Did you make a mistake? He promised me, that's a promise! 】

"We are trying our best to attack... Sir, I promise you with my life that I am not mistaken. Those dark angels have been transmitted in, and my rune pendant can feel the echo of their spiritual energy!"

【……】

【Grass! 】

【Fuck it! 】

[F*ck Leon-Jonson! 】

[Damn you, you really know how to choose your time! Give me a job! Make me angry! Fuck you! 】

Violent thunder raged in the flesh mill. All the space wolves lowered their heads, not daring to face the monstrous wrath of the Gene Father. Russ waved his chainsword, baring his teeth and roaring like a real wolf. Then he issued orders one after another: assemble the army, prepare the storm bird, and everyone must go to the Scarlet Fortress with him.

When the harsh roar of the storm bird penetrated the entire courtyard, the wolf king turned his head and looked at his most trusted wolf master.

[If you really want to atone for your concealment, Yolin, then keep fighting! attack! Let the land of Duran burn, let their screams tear through the sky, and kill every Duran you see who dares to resist. 】

[This is the fate of the Space Wolves. 】

[As for me, now I have to resolve some personal grudges. 】