"Conspirator": Wolf, surprised? Unexpected?

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The iron-gray warship of the 5th Great Company, nicknamed "Space Wolves," travels through Warp.

The Wolf Lord's lair remained as dark as ever, with the hearth fire crackling.

The wolves, however, were not laughing and joking as usual; they silently drank glass after glass of alcohol.

With a sharp crack, a Space Wolves crushed the large bowl in its hand, and Fenrisian Mead slipped through its fingers.

Osher Valdemar looked around and spoke to the sullen pack of wolves.

We still have a chance to win.

Amrodi Skarsen Skarsen, the Wolf Lord, clenched his fists; he too longed for victory.

He was willing to pay any price to defend the honor of the Wolf Prime, but his record was far behind Sanchez's, and his 5th Great Company was far inferior to the 7th Legion of "Shadow of Order".

He has lost confidence in winning; the gap between him and Sanchez is too large.

[Perhaps the Wolf Prime's proposed duel was merely a ploy to create an opportunity for Valdemar to obtain evidence of the Shadow of Order's abuse of witchcraft.]

Seeing that no one, not even the Wolf Lord, responded, Valdemar frowned.

"I'm telling the truth. I was with Sanchez and we encountered Slaugth-kin."

"I feel nauseous when I see that evil creature..." Valdemar concealed his fear, which was oppressed by the evil will. "I'm certain that if Sanchez uses witchcraft on him, he will die."

"When facing the Slaugth-kin, Sanchez didn't use Fire Spell. The battle became increasingly difficult for him, and each time he relied on his superb traps to make grenades explode inside the Slaugth-kin's bodies."

"But as our lines advanced, the Slaugth-kin we encountered grew stronger and stronger; he had already been wounded in the previous Battle of Tigruun III."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Valdemar's eyes. "Our opportunity will come soon."

"If he encounters a more powerful Xenos, he will definitely unleash his full power of witchcraft, and I will obtain evidence."

"Now that he is dead, you can take this opportunity to avenge him, win the victory, and reclaim the Wolf Helm Russ the Kraken Sword."

Upon hearing this, Skarsen remained silent for a few seconds before speaking.

I will act in advance.

"Of course, my Wolf Lord," Valdemar replied obsequiously. [If Sanchez were to use witchcraft, he would surely die.]

Void Hunter, bridge.

Sanchez rose leisurely from his commanding seat, the "Conspirer" thinking to himself.

The misleading illusion I deliberately created has successfully deceived that cunning old wolf, Valdemar.

He would never have imagined that my fire control ability did not come from the Warp, but was a gift from my Lord.

It's time to close the net.

He walked to the holographic strategy table and gazed at Indra Sulekh's star map.

Based on comprehensive intelligence, it can be confirmed that the Rangdan Xenos will acquire a large number of corpses and send them to Indra Sulekh.

There must be Slaugth there.

The Segmentum Obscurus, the northern frontier.

The black and iron-gray warships jumped into the real world and then naturally separated into two areas.

It was as if an invisible barrier in the void separated the two legions.

But both fleets share the same goal: Indra Sulekh, the Imperial World enslaved by Xenos for years.

The warship, adorned with various runes and the emblem of the 5th Great Company Alliance, unleashes a wild and furious power.

The lines of the bow, outlining the heads of roaring wolves, seem to emit a dazzling light.

The cannons, forged by a fierce nature, unleash a torrent of flames.

The black fleet moved with methodical precision, and the "Hunting Spear" and "arrows" thrown by the four Relic-class warships pierced through the Xenos warships covered in flails and spikes before they could get close.

The four Relic-class warships, taking full advantage of their range, methodically Reaping the warships of Rangdan.

The 7th Legion Fleet reached its destination before the furiously advancing Wild Wolf Fleet.

Valdemar rode the Stormbird, bypassing the area of fire, and took a detour to reach the Void Hunter.

Returning to the sixth level of the middle deck, he sniffed the fading scent of the nest and a smug smile appeared on his face.

The time has finally come.

I will complete the Wolf Prime's mission and help the Wolf Lord win the bet.

Upon setting foot on the surface of Indra Sulekh, Valdemar stared in astonishment at the worm-like device in the Tech Sergeant's hand.

Aside from the Wizard Boy, the Shadow of Order are quite something; they actually invented this device to track the Slaugth-kin.

Sanchez always managed to find the Slaugth-kin using it.

But this time, it will be his death.

Valdemar leaned closer to the Tech Sergeant and asked curiously in a friendly tone.

"Tech Sergeant, your device is truly amazing; it can even specifically target and search for Slaugth-kin."

Can it pinpoint a specific location?

The "Archaeologist" looked up, but did not answer immediately, his gaze fixed on the Reaper Lord.

Sanchez nodded slightly, and then the "Archaeologist" spoke.

"The signal strength is very high, and it hasn't moved. I believe it's at the seven o'clock position, about six kilometers away."

"It will guide us to victory," Valdemar said with a smile.

Victory belongs to the wolves.

Valdemar boarded the Land Speeder. Apart from the "Shadow of Order," only a few legions, such as the "Iron Hands" and "Star Hunters," were equipped with this vehicle; the Space Wolves did not have one yet.

Valdemar feigned unfamiliarity, fiddling with his device to create distance between himself and Sanchez before turning on his Communicator and contacting the Wolf Lord, who had arrived on orbit, using Fenris's War-speak.

"Wolf Lord, Sanchez has located the Slaugth-kin. Our opportunity has arrived."

"Well done, Valdemar," Skarsen said coldly.

Valdemar slammed on the gas, the engine roared, and he caught up with Sanchez riding Thunderwolf.

He looked down to his left, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Russ' Wolf Helm on Sanchez's face and the blade forged from the Kraken Fang at his waist.

The "Conspirer" instinctively sensed the malicious gaze behind him.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on his face. The conspiracy was about to come to an end. He squeezed his legs tightly around his Thunderwolf mount.

Howl...

Valdemar jerked the handle to avoid crashing into the massive Thunderwolf, cursing under his breath.

Your smugness won't last long.

As the Thunderwolf leaped, Sanchez drew his twin swords, the spinning blades wreathed in flames as they slashed down.

Valdemar felt his mind go blank and his body stiffen as he watched with disgust as bursts of crimson Fireball flew out and slammed into the silver-white, spherical-headed monster.

With a loud bang, the Brain-Eaters collapsed.

The Communicator crackled with the Wolf Lord's chilling voice. "Valdemar, I have arrived on the surface and have locked onto your location rune."

"I wish you victory in leading us," Valdemar replied, raising his long staff topped with a gold and silver eagle emblem.

Fenris runes pulsed, and a chilling hurricane enveloped a dozen or so Xenos, tossing them into the air.

The ice blades shot out, tearing the Xenos's body apart like scraping bone.

Flames and frost intertwine, and mist rises and swirls from the valley.

Suddenly, the rising mist vanished.

The flames and frost came to an abrupt halt.

Valdemar felt the evil will pressing down on him like a mountain, his brain feeling as if it were being struck by a series of blows.

He swayed and nearly fell off the Land Speeder.

Valdemar's expression changed slightly. "[This Slaugth-kin is too strong; I cannot contend with him.]"

He leaned on his long cane against the black car and looked at Sanchez.

Valdemar saw him bracing his elbows against the Thunderwolf and couldn't help but smile.

The "Conspirer" lay on the Thunderwolf for a second before straightening up.

He calmed his Brainy Cat through a telepathic connection, making it hide to one side, and then quickly got up and leaped off the Thunderwolf.

The "Conspirer" did not want his next move to damage his mount.

The Kraken Sword met the Necrotic Staff, and the "Conspirer's " arm went slightly numb.

Using the momentum, he swung his left arm, and Catachan Fang swept diagonally upwards towards the worm's arm.

Spit! Spit! Spit!

A clump of maggots, killed by Catachan's venom, fell to the ground.

"A chunk of flesh." The Slaugth Destroyer retracted his arm, and spoke in Low Gothic through his speech device.

His legs suddenly thinned, the Shroud Cloak tightened accordingly, and his arms instantly became ten times thicker than before.

"You're quite different from those iron-gray ones; hopefully you'll taste even better."

Valdemar's face, as pale as wax paper, turned ashen.

His expression softened slightly when he saw Sanchez being forced back step by step, only able to dodge and occasionally retaliate, but unable to threaten the enemy.

The communicator buzzed, and the Wolf Lord's voice rang out, "I've arrived."

Valdemar looked back and saw the Wolf Lord wielding his great axe, charging through the Xenos, less than three hundred meters away.

The "Conspirer's" Spirituality intuition sensed a fierce aura rapidly approaching. As he "scrambled" to his feet, he managed to peek out and confirmed it was Skarsen.

He also saw the Thunderwolf roaring and charging, and the guards rushing in angrily, and knew it was time.

"Conspirer" possess extraordinary abilities to actively mislead, confuse, and deceive.

This is his core ability, but the "Conspirer" rarely uses it proactively in ordinary times, only using it in subtle situations and at crucial moments.

Normally, "Conspirer" rely solely on their intellect to avoid arousing the target's suspicion about the existence of supernatural forces, which would instead expose their conspiracy.

The "Conspirer" manipulated a large burst of flames that surged from his hands, illuminating the dim land.

As Slaugth gave a disdainful snort, the "Conspirer" abruptly stopped infusing Spirituality, manipulated the flames to extinguish, and simultaneously swung the Kraken Sword to meet the attack.

With a loud bang, the Kraken Sword was knocked down.

Valdemar stared intently at the battlefield, and as he saw the flames suddenly extinguish, he thought to himself.

[Huh? Sanchez lost before even unleashing his Psionic Energy?]

Is his Psionic Energy so weak? Or is the Slaugth-kin too strong?

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a chilling roar and saw the Wolf Lord leading four giant wolves charging towards the Slaugth-kin.

Valdemar quickly started the engine. Although he hadn't obtained any evidence, helping the Wolf Lord win was still a gain.

He took out the talisman he had prepared beforehand. Although he dared not use his Psionic Energy, he could use the talisman. As long as he could buy the Wolf Lord some time, that would be enough.

Skarsen raised his giant axe and charged at the Slaugth-kin. He would not allow the Xenos to defile the Kraken Sword; it belonged to him.

He heard the roar of the engine and saw the Rune Priest throw out amulets.

Waaaaah...

A biting wind howled, and a dense barrage of ice blades rained down on the Slaugth-kin.

Clumps of worms fell with a soft rustling sound, and the ground froze as hard as the glaciers of the Asaheim continent.

Skarsen saw the Slaugth-kin's body stiffen, then he gripped his giant axe tightly with both hands, channeling all his strength and will into a downward strike.

For the glory of the Wolf Lord, and to wash away Fenris's shame.

He roared loudly, and the deafening roar echoed.

"For the wolf pack! For the Wolf Prime!"

The giant axe swung down with incredible speed, the strong wind causing the Shroud Cloak flutter wildly.

When the axe blade was only a fist's distance from the Slaugth-kin's body, the maggot trembled.

With a whoosh, the Slaugth-kin's body was instantly sent flying backward.

The giant axe slammed heavily onto the ground, its violent force crushing a clump of worms stuck to the earth.

"Meat, damn it!" The Slaugth-kin's arm snapped back, slamming one of his arms into the iron-gray armor.

The necrotic slime crackled and popped, tearing through the Power Armor.

Tentacle-like worm arms burrowed into Skarsen's body and seized a heart.

At the same time, he unleashed his evil will, pressing down on Valdemar.

Valdemar staggered and quickly rolled off the Land Speeder.

Rays of emerald green necrotic rays shot out and struck Valdemar.

Amidst crackling and popping sounds, the Rune Priest's amulets shattered one by one.

The Power Armor was torn apart by the explosive energy, and Valdemar's body was blown to pieces.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Valdemar's left leg was blown apart in a series of explosions.

He endured the excruciating pain, raised his arm, and shielded his face.

The golden and silver eagle-headed staff shattered, and the right arm melted away.

Valdemar fell backward in despair, watching as the four giant wolves were crushed to death one by one by the worm, whose arm reached out towards the Wolf Lord once more.

[We will all die at the hands of the Slaugth-kin, just like Sanchez.]

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he suddenly saw a huge burst of flames leap up and crash down on the Slaugth-kin.

Valdemar stared in disbelief at the black-armored figure that appeared swiftly beside the flames, wielding a sword wreathed in flames as it slashed at the Slaugth-kin.

How could this be? How could he still unleash such powerful Psionic Energy flames?

The "Conspirer" wielded his "Fire-Infused" blade, slashing down swiftly. He sensed that Slaugth had weakened somewhat from the attacks of Valdemar and Skarsen.

He thrust out his right hand and launched Fireball compressed for seven seconds.

Bang bang bang!

The blazing white "giant Fireball" blasted the worms into a flurry of dust, leaving them charred black.

The "Conspirer" Spirituality, enveloped in Fireball, continued its flight, burrowing into the disgusting slime within Slaugth's body.

He snapped his fingers.

Rumble!

With a violent explosion, the slime inside Slaugth's body was blasted into a cloud of grayish-green smoke.

The worm's body exploded, and charred maggots scattered all over the ground.

Sanchez picked up the Kraken Sword and hurled it over the unconscious Skarsen.

"How... can... you... use... fire?" Valdemar coughed up blood and asked in Shock.

"I've always had the option, I just didn't want to use it before," Sanchez said "provocatively."

He smiled and thought, [Space Wolves, are you surprised? Unexpected?]

"You..." Valdemar's vision went black, and he fainted from anger.

"The Nation of Disorder", the Fourth Layer Space.

Nimrod, seated high on his the Throne, listened to Sanchez's report.

Skarsen was seriously injured.

Valdemar is disabled and will have to rely on prosthetics in the future.

The 5th Great Company created an opportunity for Skarsen, but suffered heavy losses during their charge and retreated in disarray from Indra Sulekh.

The executors learned a lesson from their treacherous methods, especially that cunning old wolf, Valdemar.

But Russ, the mastermind, only lost a cloak.

It still makes me a little annoyed.

Nimrod thought to himself unwillingly, and remained silent for a moment.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, and I thought to myself.

If I could end the Thramas' decisive battle in 869, I could go and get involved in Duran.

By capturing the 13th Great Company of Space Wolves captured by the Duran and demonstrating the mutation flaw of the Canis Helix, we can intimidate Russ and prevent him from targeting us again.

[Then ask him to give you something else as compensation for your apology.]

Nimrod's thoughts naturally wandered. [It wasn't just about getting leverage over Russ; the Duran's unique technology also made the trip worthwhile.]