You are my brother

As always, Fenris orbits the K-class Sun, which the locals call the wolf-eye reddish-brown, along a highly eccentric elliptical path.

It takes two Terra standard years to complete one cycle, and the Fenris year is called a great year by the locals.

At the end of the short summer of the Great Year, Leman Russ waded across the sea, dragging a dazed Iron-Scaled Kraken, and in a cheerful mood, he hummed a little tune in the Hearth-speak — the Juvik.

The Wolf King hunted a 23- or 24-kilometer-long Iron-Scaled Kraken, which, to his knowledge, was the second largest in Fenris.

[That guy, Nimrod, who's a bit taller than me, is just a scrawny, unshaven kid who only arrived in Fenris yesterday. There's no way he could have found the biggest one in the Sea of Storms.]

The broken Spear was rammed into the body of the Iron-Scaled Kraken with brute force, and the resulting injury to the enormous sea monster was about the same as a mosquito bite to a human.

But the blood attracted many Fenris sea creatures, which rushed toward the Iron-Scaled Kraken from all directions.

The giant sea serpent suddenly sprang out, opening its blood-red maw to bite Leman Russ.

With a powerful thrust of his arms, the Wolf King propelled the Iron-Scaled Kraken into the air. He then swung his arm and punched the sea serpent, sending it flying, before catching the falling sea monster.

Along the way, they encountered various giant sea monsters, all of which were knocked away by Leman Russ.

But even the Primarch gene could not separate into another body to defeat all the sea monsters that stretched for more than twenty kilometers.

Following the trail of blood, numerous sea monsters rushed to the side of the Iron-Scaled Kraken, taking advantage of the sea Overlord's slumber to pounce on it, using both their sharp teeth and claws.

Most creatures, no matter how hard they try, cannot tear through the Kraken's iron scales and bone sheath.

Only the Ripper Fish's sharp teeth can pierce the iron scales and nibble away at them with lightning speed.

The Ripper Fish is an aquatic carnivorous fish, similar in shape to the barracuda of Terra, but much larger, capable of devouring Fenrisian in just a few seconds.

Leman Russ continued on his way, dragging the tattered Iron-Scaled Kraken.

He first saw the Emperor standing in the open hatch of the Gunship, baring his fangs and letting out a triumphant roar.

I won!

You lost!

The Emperor's voice, like Thunder, resounded through the sky.

The Wolf King frowned. The Emperor, who had readily admitted defeat before, would not make excuses this time. Therefore, the only possibility that he had lost was that Nimrod had hunted the largest Iron-Scaled Kraken.

[Was he just incredibly lucky? Or did he use some kind of Psionic Energy magic?]

Leman Russ thought to himself as he dragged the Iron-Scaled Kraken forward.

"As you said, Russ lost, Nimrod won."

Alpharius stood beside the Emperor, looking down.

The Kraken hunted by the Wolf King was mangled, and numerous sea monsters swam and devoured it.

The Kraken hunted by Nimrod was intact, and most importantly, it was nearly a quarter longer than the one hunted by Russ.

When the two Primarch were less than 100 meters apart, the Wolf King had a bad feeling when he saw the Iron-Scaled Kraken behind Nimrod.

Nimrod's Iron-Scaled Kraken had a head nearly one-fifth wider than the one he was hunting.

Leman Russ put down his prey and climbed onto the head of the Iron-Scaled Kraken.

A moment later, the Wolf King leaped across the sea and arrived in front of Nimrod.

"You won, and without using witchcraft?"

Nimrod glanced at the damp amulet on his chest, too lazy to engage in any more pointless verbal sparring, and said indifferently.

"It's no use."

As the two Primarch were speaking, the Master of Mankind leaped into the sea without using Telekinesis.

The Emperor approached the two men and spoke.

"He's useless; that's what I asked of him."

The power contained in the words of the Master of Mankind left Leman Russ with no doubt.

He laughed heartily and addressed the Emperor.

"I have lost. I will return to Asaheim and swear allegiance to you."

The Emperor nodded in satisfaction. Just as he had expected, Russ, influenced by the unrestrained culture of Fenris, was a man who faced victory and defeat with equanimity.

After speaking, the Wolf King swam towards Ninglu.

"You won the hunt; you are a great hunter."

"I take back what I said before; you are my brother."

Nimrod looked at Leman Russ, who was opening his arms to embrace him, a vision of the future from his memories involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

During the Battle of the Fash Empire, the emotionless Lion refused the Wolf King's offer to personally wash away the shame of being called "the Emperor's lapdog."

After the two Primarch fought for a day and a night without a clear winner, Leman Russ laughed heartily, only to be knocked unconscious by Lion El'Jonson with a single punch.

Therefore, whenever the Space Wolves and the Dark Angels encounter each other, they always engage in a duel of honor.

Nimrod felt a slight itch in his fists, but under the Emperor's gaze, he abandoned the tempting idea of knocking the Wolf King unconscious with a single punch.

He swayed slightly, avoiding the embrace of Leman Russ, who exuded a strange smell, and swam towards the Iron-Scaled Kraken ahead.

"As agreed, your prey belongs to me."

Even disregarding the fact that the Rune Priest, who opposed Psionic Energy yet claimed to be a "Space Wolves Wolf King," was using the hypocritical attitude of the Storm Power, if he were to choose a side among the Primarch, he would not side with Leman Russ.

The opposing side to Psionic Energy consists of Leman Russ, Angron, and Mortarion.

Those who supported the use of Psionic Energy included Sanguinius, Jaghatai Khan, and Magnus.

Nimrod to choose a side, no matter how many times, he would always choose Sanguinius' side.

Besides being more suitable political allies, the Shadow of Order's Beyonder Ability also require Psionic Energy as a cover.

Nimrod had no interest in being Warmaster, and the Old Man in Yellow didn't expect him to be a good elder brother or to go to great lengths to act like Horus and cultivate brotherly affection.

The Emperor and Leman Russ both frowned, as if the Wolf King had been doused with a bucket of ever-changing icy water from melting Mount Et.

"It's yours."

As the Wolf King spoke, numerous black aircraft roared with engines and landed in an orderly fashion beside the two Iron-Scaled Kraken, beginning to collect materials.

The Remembrancer, aboard Fenris as it entered its long winter, used translators to inquire of the Fenrisian about the details of the return of the third Primarch.

The only thing they have in common across the different versions is: 819. M30, where the Master of Mankind and Nimrod, the Primarch of the Eleventh Legion, set foot on the Freeze continent of Fenris.

The Emperor's lost son, Leman Russ, refused to swear allegiance to him first and instead presented him with three challenges.

The Emperor had to win one of the contests, Master of Mankind lost in the contests of eating meat and drinking wine.

The Monarch of Vostonia was entrusted with a critical mission, and in the hunt for the Kraken, he successfully hunted down an even larger sea monster and defeated Fenris's Wolf King.

Leman Russ swore allegiance to the Emperor and returned to the Imperium of Man.

After the wolf king swore allegiance to the emperor, the Fenris people, following their cultural tradition, called the lord of mankind the All Father.

To welcome the arrival of the Allfather, Leman Russ ordered a celebration of the Fenris tradition—a feast.

The Allfather sat in the head seat, with Alpharius standing behind him holding a spear. The Wolf King of Fenris and the Monarch of Vostonia sat on either side, while the Fenrisian and the Shadow of Order stood facing each other in turn.

On the second day of the banquet, sitting at the wooden table next to the Wolf King was his most trusted Jorin, whom the Fenrisian respectfully called Bloodhowl.

His long, black hair swung behind his head, and his face was like a piece of bedrock carved by the cold wind day and night. His cheeks were long and thin, covered with crisscrossing scars.

His skin showed signs of weathering and aging, revealing that he had spent his life battling against the relentless, fierce winds and snow.

Jorin looked at the black-armored Warrior opposite him. Having gone through life and death with Russ, he had long regarded the Wolf King as an invincible and awe-inspiring being.

He was furious that Russ lost to Nimrod and had no liking for any Shadow of Order.

Especially the Chapter Master on the other side Sanchez, Jorin, who had been tempered in the Fenris environment, felt that the other party always exuded a repulsive aura, even more hateful than the White Great Bear that had once provoked him.

Jorin gulped down a large mouthful of mead, the burning sensation in his stomach making him feel hot all over.

His mustache twitched as he defiantly shouted at the black-armored Warrior in Hearth-speak.

"I am Jorin of Fenris, and you are Sanchez. I haven't mispronounced your name, have I?"

"How about we have a drinking contest to see who can drink more?"

The Emperor and the three Primarch sensed the sparks in the air and turned their gazes toward Jorin.

[Jorin, sitting next to Leman Russ.]

Nimrod immediately confirmed Jorin's identity: the future Wolf Lord the 13th Company of the "Space Wolves," the company closest to and most honored by the Wolf King.

Like the Vostonia Warrior, Jorin and other close comrades of Leman Russ chose to undergo Astartes modification surgery.

Much older than when Szczesny underwent the modification surgery, they were no longer fit to endure such a severe ordeal, but no one flinched; everyone faced death without fear.

Only a very few were fortunate enough to survive the entire transplant surgery; they became the earliest company commanders of the "Space Wolves," with Jorin being one of the best among them.

Nimrod then turned his attention to the "Provoker" to see how he would respond to the other party's provocation.

The Reaper Lord sensed the Emperor and the two Primarch turning their gazes toward him, and he smiled as he spoke.

"Okay, but you'll definitely be the one who loses."

Everyone sensed the confidence and provocative tone in his words.

The Fenrisian were so enraged that their beards bristled and their eyes were filled with fury.

The Wolf King frowned slightly. He knew that Jorin was bound to lose. Although he often drank mead, he could not possibly defeat Astartes, who possessed superhuman abilities, while drinking.

Leman Russ, not wanting the Fenrisian to suffer further blows, spoke up.

"Drinking contests are boring; let's compete in hunting."

Although the Wolf King conceded defeat, he still believed that Nimrod's victory was due to the favor of his Allfather.

His sapphire-blue eyes looked defiantly at Nimrod. "How about your offspring spar with Fenris's hunters again?"

"Good."

Nimrod has confidence in "The Hunter" and believes Sanchez will win.