Russ, I'll certainly keep it a secret for you, but there are three

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Duran's majestic orbital station is similar in size to the ring that encircles Medusa.

The fixed gun emplacements unleashed a barrage of bullets upon the wolf pack fleet, accompanied by dense flashes and silent explosions that filled the void.

Fashi's fighter squadron swarmed out, their gun barrels spewing torrents of flame from beneath their fuselages.

Burning metal blocks broke off and fell, filling the entire cosmic space with smoke and dust.

On the Hrafnkel, Russ stood at the observation window, watching the massive, red bow of the Fashi emerge, the light from the reactor illuminating the surrounding orbit.

"Destroy them!"

Just as Russ gave the order, eight beams of light suddenly shot out from his eyes.

He suddenly had a bad feeling when the voice of the Sonic Array manager came through the Communicator.

"Lord Russ, the Auspex have detected a fleet approaching."

The scan results indicate that the readings belong to the fleet of "Shadow of Order."

[The beam originated from the Relic-class battleship.] Russ immediately realized the source of the attack.

Allfather gifted Nimrod ships from the "Dark Mechanicum Era," which possessed a range surpassing that of all other ships, including the Gloriana-class Battleship.

Sanchez's 7th Legion has four ships.

[Nimrod, Sanchez, how could it be so fast?]

As Russ pondered, the voice rang out again.

"Lord Russ, we have received a message personally sent by Tyrant of Duran."

"Play," Russ strode back to the holographic display, looking up at the video screen. "He wants to surrender, but it's too late. Destruction awaits him."

Amidst the crackling of electricity, the mosaic pattern of a coiled dragon, symbolizing Fashi, came into Russ's view.

On the high platform below sat the Throne made entirely of black, and a thin man wrapped in a scarlet robe spoke with a mocking tone.

"Russ, I know what you call me, 'Tyrant'..."

"By forcibly attaching it to me, you think you can justify your acts of aggression."

"Look with your own eyes. The Duran are willing to fight to the death for me, while you are nothing but..."

His thin lips were slightly parted, revealing yellowed teeth.

"The Emperor's lapdog."

Boom!

Russ leaped up and smashed the video screen with a punch, sending shards flying across the bridge.

Over the months, the taunts of Tyrant of Duran, exploded in his mind, his long golden hair fluttering.

"I will personally cut off your head! I swear!"

Enraged by the Wolf Prime's public humiliation at the hands of the Tyrant of Duran, the wolf pack launched their dark gray warships into Duran's defensive perimeter, disregarding the consequences.

The black warships of "Shadow of Order" advanced steadily, with the Relic-class warships using their range advantage to launch occasional fire strikes, but they did not attempt to steal the wolf pack's prey.

Jorin gave the order to attack the main orbital station. The crew cabins of the gray Stormbird shook violently, and the Space Wolves chanted the epic tales passed down through generations of Fenris.

The pheromones of Space Wolves, brimming with murderous impulses, permeated the narrow space. Unlike in the past, their overwhelming rage, far exceeding the scope of normal pre-battle preparations, gave them a Frenzy and cruel aura.

Inside Jorin's vehicle, three Space Wolves pounded on the metal cage, as if they were striking the edge of a shield with their sword blades.

"The time for slaughter has come," Jorin repeated the oath he uttered before every battle, "My enemies, the gates of death are now open to you..."

Jorin paused, remembering that the Wolf King had lost the fur cloak of the Great Wolf of Death Morkai. To avoid disrupting pre-battle preparations, he continued, "Open before us."

The hatch opened, Jorin was the first to jump out.

The battle howls of wolves during their past charges were a kind of meaningless noise, a primal emotional outburst that instilled fear and made people shrink back.

But now, the wolves, freed from their restraints, repeat their chilling howls, their furious gray waves transforming into pure hunters above Fenris, their bloodlust-driven roars echoing through the air.

The wolf pack had never been so angry.

The Wolf Prime is not a lapdog.

He is the Wolf Prime, the Wolf King, the Lord of Destruction.

Jorin swung his two-handed axe, tearing through Scabin soldiers like a whirlwind, until his armor was covered in layers of strange flesh, and the command center was empty.

Jorin swung his arm to calm it down, then looked at the Wolf Priest Ulbander who was approaching.

"How about it?"

"Everything is normal," Ulbander replied. "The same goes for Heimligiga."

"This Gene-seed was recovered from the corpse of a fallen soldier, and the cross-section of its spiral pattern is completely normal."

The Wolf Priest serves as both Apothecary and Chaplain for most legions, and is the highest-ranking person in Dalian besides the Wolf Lord.

"Very good," Jorin said with a sigh of relief. "That was a bloody battle. If they can all remain rational under those circumstances, then there's no need for..."

"But the total is wrong," Ulbander interrupted the Wolf Lord, "I checked it five times, and even sent slave laborers to rescan the wreckage of the space station twice."

"If fate isn't playing tricks on us, or if I really have made a mistake, then..."

"Wolf Lord, some Warrior are missing."

Jorin's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"The scan yielded nothing, and the battle damage records and the number of damaged Power Armor did not match."

"The key is, you need to look at this."

The holographic image displayed by Ulbander was constantly shaking.

"This was extracted from the surveillance footage of the Dalian flagship store."

Jorin saw the war-torn orbital station appear on the screen, with huge modules constantly shattering in explosions and tumbling towards the planet's surface.

"What am I looking for here?" Jorin asked earnestly, staring intently at the image.

You will see.

As Ulbander spoke, the screen suddenly lit up with the light of the thruster flames exploding, and the trajectory of a metallic object was not as chaotic and disordered as the other fragments.

"A fish that slipped through the net," Jorin said coldly.

"There's more than one," Ulbander shook his head, "This is just a shot taken from a fixed angle."

"All they can take away are corpses," Jorin said confidently. "No one can capture a Space Wolves alive."

Ulbander smirked. "These Duran are formidable opponents; it's entirely possible they captured one or more prisoners while failing to hold the orbital station."

"If these Warriors were of sound mind, they would never allow the enemy to capture them alive and take them away to suffer humiliation."

"Then only one possibility remains: if they completely lost their minds and became like that..."

An uneasy atmosphere hung between the two. After a long silence, Jorin broke it.

You can't be sure.

"Yes, Wolf Lord," Ulbander replied.

You have to talk to the Wolf Prime.

"What am I supposed to say to him?" Jorin roared.

"We have no idea what this disease is, we're not sure if these people have it, and we can't even confirm if they were actually arrested."

"Tell me, how am I supposed to talk to the Wolf Prime? Bother him with baseless guesses and inferences?"

"We'll be on the battlefield in a few hours. Every bit of fighting power is precious right now. The Wolf Prime needs us to win for him, to tear apart Tyrant of Duran's defenses against those pesky Shadow of Order. And you want me to talk to him about this?"

Ulbander shook his head. "If the Duran captured them, there must be a reason behind it."

"You cannot allow the enemy to control weapons that could be used against us."

"I won't give them any weapons," Jorin said, reaching out to turn off the Data Slate, and the holographic image disappeared.

"But unless you have substantial evidence, it's just pointless suspicion."

"Send more people to continue the search for their bodies. If nothing is found, continue the search on Duran."

"I swear, whatever we find, I will fight alongside you, fight my way through the enemy's hellish world, and bring our brother back."

The Wolf Priest and his Wolf Lord locked eyes; their gazes met.

Ultimately, Ulbander, "Perhaps in the end you really need to do this."

Six days later, Jorin was searching the surface of Duran, Russ swung his heavy Chainsword, Kraken's Maw, cleaving the Scabin soldier's spine and kicking him off the mountain.

He looked toward the first gate of the Northern Tyrant's Crimson Fortress, where a report came from the Hrafnkel that the slow-moving "Shadow of Order" had just arrived in Duran's orbit.

The moment the Shadow of Order reached the surface, he could proclaim his victory to Nimrod.

At that moment, a Duran reactor was started up.

All the Space Wolves' communication channels were jammed, and they, along with all the warships in the void, received the holographic image.

"Fashi's men!" a loud, piercing voice boomed, "Open your eyes wide and see the true face of the enemy!"

"This group of heretics, Mutant, and Xenos is trampling this land!"

In the black Stormbird, Nimrod stared at the beast's large face that suddenly appeared on the screen.

He stared at the deformed, ugly face, listening to the rapid breathing and hoarse roars.

Fifteen minutes later, the Tech Sergeant eliminated the communication interference, but the image of the mutated soldier kept replaying in Russ's mind.

He glanced at the Crimson Fortress, then turned and boarded the Grey Stormbird.

On the hill, Russ met Nimrod, but the sight was completely beyond his expectations.

He stared at Nimrod, whose face remained calm. "Can you keep this a secret for me?"

"Russ, of course I'll keep your secret, but on three conditions."

Russ breathed a sigh of relief and spoke first:

"I will not make any statements about you or 'Shadow of Order' in any setting."

"What else?"

Nimrod smiled and glanced at the clever Russ, then continued.

I like all kinds of unusual creatures.

"Kraken, Fenrisian Wolf..." Russ rattled off dozens of Fenris creatures, "The wolf pack will keep your secrets and reward their prey."

What's the last one?

"You'll know, Russ," Nimrod, his eyes deep, "When I need it."

Russ remained silent for a moment, staring intently at Nimrod.

"I will not betray my Allfather."

"I won't ask you to betray him," Nimrod said.

"The Tyrant of Duran is my prey," Russ roared as he declared.

"As long as you're fast enough." Nimrod finished speaking, spread his golden wings, and sand and dust splattered onto Russ.

Russ stared at the golden-winged, black-armored figure flying further and further away, remaining silent for a long time before turning and walking down.

His pace quickened, until his wolf brothers Freki and Geri, had to run to keep up.