Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

It is true that Leman Russ was not a true Space Wolf. Although he was the sole leader of the wolf pack, this did not mean that he was inherently colluded with his descendants.

What's more, he is not actually a real Fenrisian. He does not belong to the cold world of death, nor to the empire of mankind, nor even to himself. From a certain point on, Li Manruth surrendered to the rays of a ruthless sun and became what he thought was a simple spear of execution.

Of course, in this galaxy, no one can survive completely according to what they think they have, not even the Primarch. Although Leman Russ can change Fenris and the Space Wolves, can he himself It's really not affected at all as he thinks. It's a matter of benevolence and wisdom.

But no matter what Leman Russ thinks, he must be responsible for his actions after all: in the past dozens of Terran standard years, he has successfully used heroism and wildness to wash away the evil in his legion's blood. Despicable, and at this moment, he had to face the backlash brought by these [advantages].

To be more specific, after Leman Russ softly uttered those soft words and promised to rush to the "Unyielding Truth" in person to apologize, the first thing he had to do was face the attacks of thousands of Space Wolves. The sky is filled with boiling water.

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The battle continues, and it will not stop because of a fatal misunderstanding or a solemn apology.

Neither Jonson nor Leman Russ are idiots who easily lose control. The masters of the two legions tacitly put aside the matter for the time being: Duran's fleet has not collapsed, and the giant fortress that is the core of defense is still firm. Firmly in the hands of these resisters, the coalition forces of the two legions still need to kill all these stubborn resisters. This is the most important thing for them right now.

In the solemn silence of the Dark Angels, Leman Russ and his Thirteenth Great Company boarded a new battleship and launched a fierce attack on the last core of the Duran fleet. The battle that broke out in the Void Fortress began in a By the end of Terran Standard Time, the Space Wolves had lost seventeen squads and beheaded tens of thousands of Duran.

At the same time, the Dark Angels' warships continued to pass by this burning purgatory. They chased the remnants of Duran's army that had disintegrated because they lost their leader, and gradually expanded the airspace occupied by the empire until the sky above Duran. The air superiority was completely obtained by the coalition of the two legions: the world still had not surrendered, and the empire did not allow the Duran tyrant to continue to survive. A tragic landing and beheading battle were tacitly understood by both parties.

While the empire's fleet was cleaning up the last corner of the battlefield, the Wolf King of Fenris once again returned to the Nidhogg. According to his previous orders, all the wolf masters, wolf priests and high-ranking wolf priests in the fleet The officers have gathered in the ring room of the battleship, facing a big problem that is enough to give anyone a headache.

The Primarch walked through his descendants, and then landed on his stone throne. The Wolf Lord of the Thirteenth Great Company, Yolin, who had caused this catastrophe, stood on his right side, and on his left side Standing there was Gruni Blackblood, the guard of Leman Russ, and next to the guard was another wolf master: Ogvay Helmschlow, the master of the third company, and also [Nidhor Grid number】The real owner.

Leman Russ sat on his throne a little tired, neither angry nor reprimanded.

The Primarch of the Space Wolves was taller and stronger than most of his brothers. Only Vulkan and a few other demigods could surpass him. He wore the rain-grey power suit that he almost never took off. Armor, which is engraved with runes from Fenris, and above this pair of power armor, is a ruddy and rough face, as if it is a mortal agent carefully crafted by the barbaric god, born to Become the master of the barbarian kings and rule all the wilderness countries.

At this moment, the Primarch was unshaven, and his long pure golden hair was twisted into braids, which looked a little dirty. There were bloodshot eyes in his pupils, which was caused by the wear and tear caused by the long journey of several months.

[Let’s talk about it. 】

He spoke.

[My brother is still on his battleship. He is waiting for my actions and how I will clean up this mess. 】

[As far as I know, although he has patience, it is definitely not very good. If our answer cannot satisfy his delicate heart, this matter will never end. 】

The Primarch's joke brought a little more joy to the room, but most people still tensed up their rough faces. After looking at each other, the Wolf Lord of the Third Company took a step forward.

"No matter what, you cannot go to the [Unyielding Truth] in person, my lord."

"As a messenger of apology, with an inferior attitude, to meet another Primarch who should be equal to you is a great insult to you. My lord, you should not bear this humiliation. No one in Fenris or in the Sixth Legion will agree to this."

Leman Russ was silent, and in this silence, his guard Blackblood and other officers also expressed the same views one after another.

"This is a tragedy, my lord. Perhaps we should apologize, but it must not be yours."

"War is war, people are going to die, and there's no getting around that."

"We have proven our attitude with our sacrifices and actions. Sir, if he still insists on complaining about all this, then at worst, let us shed some more blood until he has nothing to say, and the entire legion will fight for it. You fought to the death for your dignity.”

The Wolf King just listened quietly. After almost everyone made such remarks, he rolled his savage and cunning eyes and looked at the only one who did not speak, Yolin: because the Wolf Lord of the Thirteenth Dalian Company Due to his embarrassing status in this incident, he could not take the initiative to speak.

[What do you think, Blood Howl? 】

One of Leman Russ's first comrades took a step forward. Yolin looked directly at the face that he had sworn to follow until the end of his life decades ago. He raised his chin with a sense of pride that could not be lost. , word for word.

"Let me go, my lord."

"I will go to the [Indomitable Truth], go alone, kill or cut him as I please..."

Leman Russ laughed.

He waved his hand, interrupting Yolin's Top Gun.

[Sent you, what next? 】

[I'm afraid if you just saw my brother, you would raise your ax and hit him with a jumping chop, and then the whole thing would be completely fucking unclear. 】

The Wolf Lord just puffed up his chest proudly.

"The [Esrumnir] can still fight. Sir, our light spears have been filled. For your dignity, we can go through fire and water at any time."

Leman Russ smiled and shook his head.

He did not doubt the authenticity of Yolin's words. He knew that with just one order from him, the wolf master he trusted most would do anything for him.

But this time, no.

The Wolf King of Fenris stood up, and his tall figure enveloped several of his descendants. Leman Russ looked at his confidants quite carefully, looking at all the wolf lords, wolf priests and high-ranking officers. Looked at one by one, from Black Blood to Yolin.

The Primarch sighed, almost to himself.

[For a long time, we have lived in isolation, taking pleasure in the narrow-minded remarks and discrimination of those idiots, looking for the wind and snow we felt on Fenris among the vast stars. 】

[We have our own pride, and we have also thought about changing the minds of those fools, but our attempts again and again always go in the opposite direction. In the eyes of my brothers, I am a barbarian king, leading myself The stinking tribe wandered among their respective castles, kingdoms and libraries. 】

[They don’t like me, but they can’t do anything about me. Our blood and genes prevent most of us from killing each other. 】

[But Jonson is different. This brother of mine, he is completely different. He is a hopeless knight lord. Whenever he thinks that his dignity has been challenged, he will rush out of his castle fully armed and stand in front of him. Be with us in the wilderness to the last drop of blood. 】

[That is really stupid, so stupid. 】

Leman Russ let out a long breath of hot breath. He looked at his son and kept licking the sharp canine teeth with his tongue.

[Yes, my soldiers, this involves dignity, our dignity, and their dignity, which are equally important, but if it is necessary to forge an indelible blood feud between the two legions just for the sake of mere dignity, that is even more important. Stupid behavior. 】

【so……】

[Let us put aside our dignity for a moment. 】

As he spoke, it was like a fatuous king giving an order that dissatisfied everyone, and a genuine shock appeared on the faces of all the participants.

Yolin rushed out almost uncontrollably.

"Sir! You can't act so weak..."

【weak? ! 】

Before the Wolf Lord finished speaking, Leman Russ's roar shook the entire ring room.

[Do you think this is weakness, Blood Howl! 】

【Face your mistakes instead of running away from them! 】

[Should your own oaths, instead of hiding! 】

[Or are you letting real blood flow meaninglessly for those illusory things? 】

[This is not weakness, my warrior. 】

[Everyone has to bear his own position and be responsible for his own actions. To evade his own responsibilities and avoid his own mistakes is the real weakness. 】

He looked at his heirs again, seeing the half-understanding expressions on most people's faces, and sighed silently in his heart.

[Moreover, we have to consider reality. 】

[In this galaxy, in this battle, my brother has more power, more soldiers than all of us combined, and brings with him his own Queen of Glory. 】

[If he wants, he can interfere with us and stop us. Even if he doesn't, he can mobilize all his power to chop off the head of the tyrant Duran first and swallow everyone's credit into his own belly. Not even a tiny bit of residue will be left to us! 】

【Do you know what this means? This means that all our efforts in the past few months will be in vain and become a complete piece of shit! Those bastards on Terra have long been dissatisfied with our progress. Those bastards have never experienced a real war. They only complain about our progress and want to kick us away all day long. I even We have to turn to the Seal Master to ensure that we can continue this war with Duran. 】

[Only in war do we have a place. We are the Space Wolves. I once swore an oath to chop the tyrant's neck. If we can't do it, then our oath is no different from horse manure. We The sacrifices made over the past few months will be worthless. 】

[I will never allow such a thing to happen, even if there is only a slight possibility, I will make everything go smoothly until I chop off that tyrant's head! 】

He roared, roared, and breathed deeply. In front of his majesty, all the Space Wolves could only feel deathly silence.

Leman Russ nodded, and then he mentioned a few names that symbolized calmness. As his attendants for this operation, these heirs were one of the few who would not be obsessed with fighting and killing. He no longer wanted to cause trouble. .

[Now, disband. Once I finish these messes, we can continue fighting. 】

He showed a ferocious smile and made a promise to his heir.

[When I come back, this mess will be over. 】

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"The Wolf King's Stormbird has set off."

Coswayne's voice came through the communicator, and along with his report, there were noisy footsteps.

For this war, Jonson brought three fully-equipped knights. Although most of them were fighting on the front line at this time, hundreds of the most elite were still able to be mobilized on the [Indomitable Truth]. The Dark Angels, as a formation to welcome Leman Russ.

Countless exquisite battle arrays were deployed in the spacious hangar of the Queen of Glory. It was certainly worthy of the most serious attitude to welcome a Primarch: hundreds of Dark Angels formed an array that could be called a sea of ​​people, with more than 100,000 people. Hundreds of battle flags fluttered above their heads, each one carefully selected to symbolize hundreds of illustrious martial arts feats that rivaled or even exceeded the achievements of the Space Wolves Legion.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the two most important protagonists to appear.

Coswayen thought as he looked at his timer.

He did not stand in the array, but stood in the open space in the middle, as the Lion King's right-hand man, waiting for his genetic father to rush to the meeting.

Of course, not even Coswayen knew that in Jonson's eyes, this was more than just a meeting.

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[This is Leman Russ. 】

Morgan witnessed the electronic projection in front of him, and the appearance of the Wolf King of Fenris was clearly displayed on it. It was a wild demigod that was completely different from Magnus, Perturabo, Jonson, and Morgan himself.

The Primarch of the First Legion did not reply. He was carefully checking the complex crests on his armor to ensure that there were no flaws in any of them.

Finally, he nodded and called his blood relatives to go together to greet the other brother.

But Morgan didn't respond to him. She just observed the projection of Leman Russ very carefully, so carefully that Zhuangson's brows slightly furrowed. He found that his blood relative's eyes were on those majestic chests and rosy faces. She stayed too long, and she looked at him from time to time, as if making some kind of comparison.

Zhuang Sen simply walked over and stood beside Morgan.

【You are wasting time. 】

Morgan nodded casually, as if he didn't hear anything at all, and before Jonson's anger brewed further, she suddenly spoke in a soft and steady tone.

[He looks shorter than you, but also stronger, and he also looks more... healthy. Compared with him, your face is a little pale and your face is a little thin. 】

Zhuang Sen's face turned darker.

【What do you want to say? 】

Morgan's eyes wandered around the room, and she quickly found her target: the display cabinets in the far corner of the room displayed the results of Jonson's hunting. Most of them were the heads and bone claws of giant beasts. But there are also some more subtle things inside.

Then, her eyes returned to Zhuang Sen, looking back and forth between the long golden hair and green pupils, wandering over the straight waist and facial features that seemed to be forever shrouded in shadow.

Then she laughed.

Morgan gently hooked her fingers, and a nearly perfect sable cloak came into her hands. Of course, for Morgan now, this cloak can be regarded as a cloak.

She thought about it, and then hooked up a smaller white mink cloak with her other hand. She put this luxurious white coat on Zhuang Sen's shoulders, then gently rubbed her chin, thinking The compatibility and conflict between the white cloak and the black armor.

Zhuang Sen said nothing, he just lowered his head and watched this scene with interest.

Morgan pressed her pale lower lip with her index finger. She thought about it for about two seconds, then covered it up with the black mink cloak. Then, her psychic energy pointed at Jonson's shoulder, like a bee. Generally in a hurry, black and white colors are mixed together, making snow white the perfect embellishment for those shiny pure blacks.

She whispered as she fucked.

[Our brother is a barbarian, Jonson, a true barbarian king. 】

[And now, you have to meet him, in front of your countless descendants, and meet him as the soul of their respective legions. You may not care about the details of this meeting, but someone will, Zhuang Sen. 】

[He is a barbarian king. At least it looks like he is more majestic than you, and his red face looks healthier than yours. You cannot compare with him in these aspects, so you have to become another one. extreme. 】

[A civilized, rational, strong and calm endpoint. 】

[He is the Barbarian King, then you must become a true, best knight, the best knight lord in the entire empire, symbolizing the conquest of civilization and reason. Such an identity is enough to look down upon even the most powerful barbarians. king. 】

She whispered, she rambled, she took the trouble to correct and modify every bad thing on Zhuangson's armor, tapping her lips from time to time, thinking about a better match, her fingers on the pure black The power armor was lightly scratched, leaving invisible traces.

Zhuang Sen did not speak or refute. He was even a little stiff and allowed his blood relatives to be busy around him, until he discovered that she seemed to be quite hesitant about the color of the hems at the edge of the cloak.

【silver. 】

Jonson made a sound.

This voice stunned Morgan. Then, she raised her head, and her blue pupils met Zhuang Sen's eyes. The next second, the pupils were filled with smiles.

Morgan shook his finger, and a layer of the purest silver surrounded Jonson's black armor and golden coat of arms, making the lion a truly unattainable king.

【Perfect~】

She sighed softly, sincerely, and proudly. She put her hands on her hips and raised her head slightly, as if she was proudly waiting for any praise or praise.

Zhuang Sen snorted softly, and his eyes wandered over his own blood, but looking over and over, he could only forcefully see one problem.

The Lion of Caliban walked to his weapons rack, and after a moment's thought, he picked up a dagger and stuffed it into Morgan's hand.

His blood relatives curled their lips and expressed their dissatisfaction without reservation.

A pleasant smile appeared on the corner of Zhuang Sen's mouth. He turned his head, ignoring the protests of his blood relatives, and then just looked at the time, and then his face became solemn.

[Okay, stop making trouble, it’s time. 】

【clear. 】

That cold breath returned to Morgan, and Zhuang Sen couldn't help but take a deep breath. He always liked this kind of powerful and efficient breath.

[This time, don’t hide in the crowd, you have to stand next to me. 】

【……】

[This is an order. You will face this day sooner or later. Don't play tricks. 】

【……clear. 】