Russ's Wolf Helm

Nimrod didn't believe the Wolf King would renege on his promise, so he gave Sanchez the order.

"Let him collect his reward from the Sixth Legion's flagship and then come to see me on the Shadow of the Throne."

Five hours later, Enoch Lashvin, the other party in the duel, learned that Sanchez had completed the cleansing of Planet Seven.

The Wolf Lord, who was tending to his Chainaxe, was distracted when the axe blade cut his right index finger.

Blood dripped onto the ground, attracting the attention of his Space Wolves.

A dozen seconds later, Rashiven came to his senses and casually picked up a spray bottle and pressed it.

The Wolf Lord stood up and spoke to the Space Wolves that were looking at him.

"Let's go! We won't stop until we kill the last Orks."

Four hours later, the flagship of the Sixth Legion...

A black Stormbird, with seven red arrows painted diagonally across its body, landed on the boarding deck.

Before the engine completed its cooling cycle, eleven "Provoker" stepped off the deck.

Their appearance instinctively disgusted the waiting Space Wolves.

Upon seeing these outsiders, the Space Wolves reached out to touch their weapons in frustration.

The Thunderwolf that usually roamed around them, which were the animals they felt most comfortable with, now filled them with disgust.

The veterans of the Space Wolves struggled to suppress their inner roars; they were not the Blood Claws of the Space Wolves, but the Legion's finest soldiers.

They are Wolf Guard, Wolf Guard, and representatives of the Wolf King.

It wasn't until Sanchez, clad in black armor, emerged from the Stormbird that the Wolf Guard turned their attention to the Reaper Lord.

The Wolf Guard ignored the cat-like creature a meter long to the left of the Reaper Lord and looked at the massive Thunderwolf to his right.

Some members of the Sixth Legion tamed Thunderwolf, but none were as large as Sanchez's, except for the Wolf King's brothers Freki and Geri.

The Wolf Guard, who wore no helmets but instead wore masks made from the mouths of wild beasts, stared at Sanchez with the eyes of wild animals.

Come with me.

"Lead the way."

Sanchez felt the gaze of the Wolf Guard and sensed their suppressed anger, and spoke calmly.

He had anticipated this, and followed the Wolf Guard covered in fur forward.

Walking down the narrow corridor leading to the Wolf Hall, Sanchez saw rows of ivory tusks on both sides.

A few Wolf Guard gathered together, looking like a bunch of shouting drunkards.

Their armor was covered with different decorations, but the only thing they had in common was the red Howling Wolf Emblem on their left shoulder armor, which was also the new symbol of the Sixth Legion.

Sanchez entered the Wolf Hall, feeling the heat emanating from the brazier and seeing the animal oil burning inside, which had covered the ceiling with deposited grease.

Everything here felt familiar to him, awakening memories of Fenrisian Wolf.

The Wolf King branded himself on his army and ships.

The "Provoker" followed the Reaper Lord, and with each step they took, they could feel the probing gazes of the surrounding Wolf Guard, sensing their suppressed rage.

The "Provoker" felt a melting sensation within their bodies, and they gained increasing control over the power they had acquired.

The Wolf Guard led Sanchez through the Space Wolves wearing various leather masks to the Wolf King.

"My leader!" shouted the Wolf Guard. "I've brought him here!"

As the Pyromaniac drew closer to the Wolf King, he sensed more than when he last saw Wolf King.

He felt as if he were walking in a storm, and the light was dimming.

A subtle pressure acted on their senses, and he perceived the danger lurking in the darkness.

The area around the Wolf King seemed to have transformed into a more primitive place.

Approaching it is like stepping into humanity's distant past, when people used torches to ward off wild beasts in caves, and every stone had its own name.

Sanchez met Leman Russ's eyes, which were as cold as an ice lake, and those few seconds felt like an eternity.

"The pack welcomes you," the Wolf King suddenly smiled, "You are an excellent hunter."

"Rashvin losing to you will not tarnish his honor."

Sanchez sensed the surrounding Wolf Guard, and after hearing the Wolf King's words, he was no longer as subdued as before.

Give him a seat and some mead!

Upon hearing the Wolf King's words, a chair was brought out.

Sanchez sat down, and someone handed him a bronze drinking horn.

"Drink, hunter!"

At Leman Russ's urging, Sanchez took a sip of the liquid.

Unsurprisingly, the mead burned his mouth, then his throat, and finally his stomach, as if a fire had been set inside him.

Sanchez suppressed a cough and, urged by the Wolf King, drank a few more glasses.

Leman Russ then picked up the helmet from the shelf next to him.

Sanchez then stood up and walked over to Leman Russ.

The Wolf King placed Russ Wolf Helm in Sanchez's hands. "It is yours now. It was made for me by the Allfather's private craftsmen."

Sanchez could see their jealousy towards him through the eyes of the Wolf Guard behind their masks.

You have won again.

"But you won't win forever; my offspring will reclaim the sword and the Wolf Helm."

Sanchez sensed the gleam in the Wolf Guard as they looked at him—the eyes of a hunter.

Sanchez took the Russ Wolf Helm. As soon as he held it in his hand, he keenly sensed a mysterious power contained within it.

[This helmet, crafted by the Emperor's personal artisans, is no ordinary object.]

Sanchez was already looking forward to the next hunting competition, he said calmly.

I look forward to the next hunting competition.

Sanchez said, putting the Russ's Wolf Helm on his head.

All the Wolf Guard averted their gazes in fear, instilled in them a sense of dread by Sanchez, who donned the Russ's Wolf Helm.

The "Provoker" looked at their lord and felt that Sanchez's figure was becoming increasingly imposing and awe-inspiring.

As Sanchez left the Sixth Legion flagship, on the Medical Deck, Jorin had just finished implanting Neuroglottis.

He took a big gulp of mead, feeling the organ implanted in the back of his mouth, and savored the unique flavor of the mead.

Jorin was about to drink his second cup of mead, his ear suddenly twitched slightly.

"Damn it, Sanchez won again! First he won the leader's sword, and then he won the helmet that the Allfather Bestowal the leader."

"Yes!"

Another person chimed in, "I took a peek from afar; his guards are just as despicable as he is."

"I really want to knock them down and stomp on their disgusting faces."

After he finished speaking, he slammed his fist heavily on the barrel, creating a large hole.

Jorin's cloudy gaze suddenly sharpened, and he strode towards the operating room.

"Impossible," the bearded Apothecary said, shaking his head.

"You underwent a modification surgery yesterday and must wait until your body has fully adapted before you can undergo another modification surgery."

"Too slow, I can't wait any longer, I'm a man of Fenris."

"I am Jorin, Russ's close ally. I will not fall."

Jorin clenched his fist and shouted.

At the same time, after handing over power to the new lord of the Ninth Chapter, Szczesny, Thomas left Attack Moon with his Librarian members.

As he disembarked from the boarding deck of the Shadow of the Throne, he led fifty-two Librarian to the Librarium and addressed Librarian.

"From now on, this will be where we study Psionic Energy."

He then said to the only Astropathic Officer, "You take them and familiarize them with this place."

Thomas then went into his suite.

After filling the bathtub with water, he took out a bottle of his prepared Ritual Essential Oil and dripped it into the tub.

As a "Mystery Pryer," he discovered from the sacrificial history of various tribes that priests would always cleanse their bodies and calm their minds before performing rituals.

This is an expression of reverence for the God.

The "Mystery Pryer" uses ingredients such as Gold Mint Gold Bergamot to formulate an amber-colored Ritual Essential Oil.

The enormous body of the "Mystery Pryer" slipped into the bathtub specially built for him by the legion's servants.

Thomas got out of the bathtub after soaking for eleven minutes and dried himself with a towel.

He no longer wore the Power Armor, but instead put on a black robe, and then eagerly headed for the elevator.

Thomas took the elevator to the lower deck of K-33.