Beating the Wolf King, Seizing Russ's Kraken's Maw

The red Duran, industrial area.

Pat, who had just joined the Royal Court and received his father's gift of becoming an "Spectator," stepped out of the Drop Pod.

He activated the added Speech Array and shouted.

"Brothers, the Duran are stubbornly unrepentant; the Primarch has declared them guilty."

"Our duty is to salvage usable assets—technical data, industrial facilities—before the Space Wolves turn everything to ruins. Everything will be used by the Legion as spoils of war."

"By order of the Monarch, act!"

The "Spectator" adopts an observer's perspective, watching the Honor Guard members who have been influenced by him, including even the calm Tech Sergeant.

Pat strode forward, leading them into the industrial area.

Pat switched the language of the speech system to the Fashi language cracked by the Librarian.

"Duran people, lay down your weapons, and you will be forgiven..."

Pat's booming voice, amplified by the Sonic Array Device, resounded throughout the entire factory.

"Die!" The administrator, dressed in a red robe, roared as he raised his heavy double-barreled weapon.

With a loud bang, Pat spoke coldly through the blood mist.

"Final warning, lay down your weapons!"

The workers gripped their weapons tightly in fear, staring at the black-armored Warrior before them.

Unlike the gray-armored butcher and the wolf-like beast in the image, the black-armored Warrior before them, though terrifying, offered them a chance to survive.

Bang!

The first worker dropped the steel pipe he was holding, followed by a series of thuds.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Pat looked in the direction of the sound.

Suddenly, a large hole appeared in the factory wall, which then collapsed with a loud crash.

A colossal creature emerged from the smoke and dust; it was even larger Dreadnought the Leviathan.

It had no paint, and the rocket launcher on its shoulder contained no missiles.

Several cables were haphazardly stuck on it, clearly indicating they had been rushed off the production line.

He raised the short-barreled Interference Cannon launcher, and with a hissing roar, the shells struck the Storm Shield.

Bang bang bang!

The Storm Shield roared and shattered, Interference Cannon slammed into the shield-wielding Honor Guard members, tearing their Power Armor into pieces.

The exposed guards were lucky enough to survive the horrific shelling.

"Attack! Kill him before the Interference Cannon loads!"

Pat roared and charged at the behemoth.

The Honor Guard members felt a surge of power within them and charged after Pat.

The Thunder Hammer slammed into the spinning Siege Drill, sending Pat flying backward.

A member of the Honor Guard took a long running start and leaped into the air.

A "Warrior" from the 8th Legion slashed at the shield with his Force Sword.

Pat then leaped up, swung his Thunder Hammer, and smashed it into the observation window at his chest.

The shrieking force field tore the Scabin soldiers apart.

At the same moment Pat killed Leviathan, the 13th Great Company scaled the walls of Crimson Fortress.

"Wolf Lord," Ulbander said to Jorin, firing a bomb, "They're still in the Duran's hands; they've been playing back the footage."

"They've always been seen..." the Wolf Priest said, humiliated, "Including by those Shadow of Order."

Jorin swung his giant axe, cleaving the Scabin soldier in two at the waist. "Can you track down their life signals?"

"There's only one, the signal is very stable, but very weak," the Wolf Priest replied.

"I promised to bring them back."

An hour later, Russ returned to War City, drew the Kraken's Maw, and charged toward the Leviathan that had crashed through the wall and was now gleaming.

His outer armor was not a single piece, but rather segments embedded in the surface.

The rocket launchers on his shoulders creaked and spun, sending missiles streaking with light crashing into the wolf pack.

Amidst the deafening explosions, a wolf pack position was submerged in a crimson sea.

Six Warrior charged at it, the Space Wolves's weapon brimming with destructive energy, slamming it down on the mech's arms.

Leviathan raised his hand, and his dark gray body crashed to the ground.

The Interference Cannon's blasting ammunition shredded them into pieces.

Russ roared in fury as he rammed straight into Leviathan.

The heavy Siege Drill whizzed past the gray armor, and the Kraken's Maw hissed as it tore open the observation window in Leviathan's chest, shredding the Scabin soldiers inside into a pile of mush.

Russ kicked Leviathan away and searched for a new target.

The Communicator beeped, and he answered it somewhat irritably.

"Wolf Prime, Jorin, his company has broken away from the lines."

Russ's hand trembled slightly as he instantly connected the image of the mutated Space Wolves with Jorin's unusual behavior.

His gaze pierced through the smoke and dust, looking towards the Crimson Fortress.

A moment later, Russ resolutely turned around, abandoned his prey, and ran towards the location of Jorin's locator rune.

A moment later, Nimrod's Communication Bead buzzed, and Arsena Dunn's voice rang out.

"My lord, the wolf pack has breached the city walls' shields, but has abandoned its attack on Crimson Fortress; they have turned their attention to the Cathedral District."

"I understand." Nimrod hung up the call. [Russ, did you still make the same choice?]

"My lord," Sanchez approached Nimrod, his brow furrowed, and asked, "Stop attacking Crimson Fortress. The Duran will have time to reactivate their shields."

"Attack," Nimrod ordered. "The Emperor sent us here not to be idiots."

The Land Speeder roared into action, and the Catachan Wolf and Thunderwolf howled in unison.

The 7th Legion, following the Primarch and the Reaper Lord, swiftly scaled the Crimson Wall.

Nimrod leaped over the city wall and charged toward the hundreds of gleaming Leviathan.

His eyes shimmered with light and shadow, and the power of Great Ocean surged within them.

Nimrod awakened his erased, terrifying memories, unlocking his "Terror Vision."

His figure vanished from the spot, and in an instant, a blue-white light exploded in the observation window of a Leviathan.

The next instant, he appeared in front of another Leviathan, 160 meters away.

In an instant, hundreds of Leviathan observation windows scattered throughout the Crimson Fortress were pierced, and the massive metal bodies collapsed almost simultaneously.

Nimrod's figure reappeared as he gazed at the spoils of war.

The experience that had just occurred to him would be compared with the memories in Slaughter's mind.

The Aeldari Autarch, carrying small warp devices, warped into the Warp.

He was briefly and unprotected exposed to the territory of his greatest enemy— the Lady of Thirst.

Warp Spider are the bravest Aspect Warrior, risking both their lives and souls when they attack.

"Terror Vision" is an ability that only a very few Psyker, like Zahariel, can awaken, allowing them to launch explosive and rapid attacks in a short period of time.

Few Aeldari can complete the Warp Spider Tribe, but their numbers are many times greater than those of humans who have activated "Terror Vision." However, they are completely unprotected and lack the ability to launch attacks at lightning speed.

Hmm... perhaps we could combine the two, allowing some of the Shadow of Order to master this attack method without being completely exposed in the Warp.

While Nimrod was pondering, Sanchez climbed to the Throne room at the very top of the Crimson Fortress.

The "Conspirer" was surrounded by Flame Raven Swarm, which, under Spirituality control, shot out, bypassing the bulky Scabin soldiers and exploding behind their spines.

Sanchez entered the lavishly furnished the Throne room, which stood thirty meters high and was adorned with a mosaic pattern symbolizing the fascination of Fashi.

"You arrived before that lapdog." The body, torn apart by time and unable to bear the weight, rested on the Black Throne, encased in a life support device resembling jelly.

His deep-set, dark eyes darted around. "You are the Monarch of Vostonia."

Sanchez shook his head. "I am my lord's Reaper Lord."

A hint of disappointment flickered across his translucent, almost parchment-like skin. "Please, he should be the one to end this."

His voice was soft and indifferent, like the rustling of reeds in the wind.

"I assure you, there are no weapons here that can harm you."

"I believe," Sanchez said, climbing the steps to the Throne, "That I am the Reaping blade of my lord."

He raised the sword forged from the Kraken Fang and slashed it at the red robe.

The Chainsword hissed as Lord of Duran was torn to shreds.

At the same moment, beneath the church ceiling.

Russ rose from the body of his son and went to Jorin.

"Old buddy, why didn't you tell me?"

Jorin lowered his head and moved his lips. "I'm just waiting."

"Wait for what?"

"The antidote, the truth."

"This is something we'll never have." Russ looked haggard and forlorn.

Russ stood close to Jorin, the two of them only an arm's length apart.

"I know what's hidden inside the Canis Helix because I've personally visited the potion-making workshop, and I know exactly what ancient biological products are mixed in there."

"Malcador warned me, but I never heeded the advice of the Sigillite?"

"I also know what happens to those who can't return from the wasteland, many times..."

"I left Wolf-Fang Fortress alone to end their Affliction," Russ said Affliction.

"I once hoped that perhaps the Curse wouldn't corrupt the Legion."

Sadness lingered between the two, while the church ceiling seemed to oppress the wolf pack.

The Silence was shattered by the crackling of the Communicator: "Wolf Prime, Tyrant of Duran is dead."

A fiery roar erupted from Russ's body, and his hissing breath slapped against Jorin's face.

He gripped the Chainsword tightly and strode outside.

The grey Stormbird roared as it charged toward the Crimson Fortress. Before it even landed, Russ opened the hatch.

He immediately spotted the figure with golden wings among the many black-armored Warrior.

Russ leaped down.

Rumble!

The Primarch fell like a meteor, crashing down a crimson bunker.

Leman Russ gripped the mortal-sized Chainsword, engraved with runes of destruction, with fury.

The various totems on his body—bones, strung teeth, and talismans—jingled and clanged.

"Nimrod," Russ growled, a low growl escaping his throat, "I told you, that's prey for the wolves."

"You think you can make fun of Fenris's wolves with impunity?"

"For us, even if death is inevitable, the promises we made must be kept."

"You're too slow," Nimrod said calmly.

Pat, who had just returned from the industrial area to report, strode forward with the Honor Guard.

Nimrod looked at Pat, who stood fearlessly in front of him, and nodded approvingly.

"You've always seen me as Barbarian," Russ spat, "But when I called you brother..."

Nimrod coldly interrupted Russ, "I used to think of you as just a noisy Space Wolves."

"You should have considered the consequences the moment you resorted to underhanded tactics."

Upon landing at the Fortress, the wolves that had gathered looked at each other in confusion, only Jorin knew what Nimrod meant.

Russ's anger subsided slightly, but as he stared at the expressionless Nimrod, his rage surged again.

"Space Wolves!"

You will understand its true meaning.

Nimrod spread his wings and passed over Pat and the others.

The Sword of Vaul leaped forth, meeting Russ, who was venting his rage through his savage appearance.

A thought flashed through Nimrod's mind.

[Of Hannibal and me, at least one of us was killed by him, or perhaps both of us.]

Now is also a moment to prove that I am in control of my own destiny.

Russ, let me test your strength.

Sparks flew and the clanging sound echoed throughout the entire Crimson Fortress.

The blue and white light overwhelmed the icy blue blade.

Nimrod stood still, while Russ was sent flying backward.

Russ opened his eyes wide in anger; Nimrod's strength far surpassed his own.

He walked cautiously forward, with Freki and Geri following beside him.

Like a pack of wolves on the hunt, they simultaneously raised their left legs and cautiously approached their prey.

John's hair stood on end, and he raised his claws.

Before he could make a move, he saw the eyes of Wolf Prime simultaneously become vacant, and their raised heads slam heavily to the ground.

John retracted his paw and looked at the Black Wolf with its head raised.

Knowing Freddy well, he noticed the disdain in his eyes.

As Russ saw the wolf brothers fall, a beast-like howl rose from his throat.

He lunged forward suddenly, wielding Kraken's Maw to strike Nimrod.

Swords flashed and danced, sometimes clashing, sometimes separating.

The Space Wolves brandished their weapons and roared across the sky, cheering for their Wolf Prime.

The sound waves surged and roared past, almost deafeningly loud.

Two figures, blurred by their speed exceeding that of Astartes, locked onto the perfect position with unerring precision in every confrontation, their destructive power enough to unleash an Apocalypse Catastrophe.

The Shadow of Order calmly observed the battlefield, but were moved when their father knocked the Wolf King away and his figure became clear.

Pat started to speak, Shadow of Order began to sing a loud and rhythmic song.

With the addition of several "Bard," all Shadow of Order were drawn into a collective resonance.

Even Sanchez, who was walking down the street, unconsciously blended in with the crowd.

The Space Wolves stared at Russ's Wolf Helm with anger and fear, their voices unconsciously lowering.

Only Jorin, gripping the axe handle tightly, stared at the cloak of the Great Wolf of Death Morkai and the Kraken Sword.

The singing drowned out the roar.

Nimrod also overwhelmed Russ; each of his attacks was heavy enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

The swift and precise sword strike forced Russ to retreat step by step.

Russ's feint attack was deceptive; he slashed fiercely and decisively, but in the back-and-forth clashes, he was suppressed by the swift and violent blue-white sword light.

Each blow he faced was faster and more dangerous than the last.

Russ was astonished to discover that Nimrod had not used witchcraft, yet he had completely overwhelmed Ruth in terms of strength, speed, and skill.

With a bang, Russ's strong body crashed into the Fortress wall.

With nowhere to retreat, Russ lunged forward, gripping the Kraken's Maw tightly in both hands, and unleashed a ferocious sweep.

Nimrod raised his right hand, and a blue and white sword light flashed. At the last moment before the swords collided, the blade suddenly slashed upwards.

He struck precisely at the moment when Russ swung his sword too high, using the 33rd technique of "Osberh-Vaya" to hit the weak point.

With a crackling sound, the Kraken's Maw flew out of my hand.

Nimrod his wings and gripped the spinning, hissing Chainsword.

"You lost, it's my spoils."

The wolves' howls abruptly ceased, as if they had been choked.

The song of the Shadow of Order transformed into a deafening cheer, echoing throughout the Crimson Fortress.

Russ, watching Nimrod slowly descend, roared and charged forward.

He transformed his body into a weapon and rammed into Nimrod.

Russ pounced on his prey like a roaring wolf; he had captured countless wild beasts in the snow and ice without ever failing.

Nimrod's superhuman senses allowed him to perceive the sudden attack the instant Russ pounced. He flapped his wings and glided backward, hanging the Sword of Vaul and the Kraken's Maw at his waist.

The "Baron of Corruption" bulged his muscles and twisted his back.

He swung his fists, unleashing a series of missile-like punches.

With a loud bang, Nimrod's right fist slammed into Russ's left arm, instantly numbing both of his arms.

The Power Fist, their energy fields not activated, slammed into Russ's right arm, hurling him and his gray armor into the Fortress's crimson walls.

A torrential downpour of fists rained down on Russ.

Rumble!

The ground shook violently, and the city walls collapsed.

The gray armor shattered, and Russ was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Russ!" Jorin shouted in a panic, even forgetting to address his brother respectfully, and rushed over.

The "Spectator" stared at the panicked wolf pack, keenly noticing their instinctive avoidance of the towering black-armored, golden-winged figure.

Nimrod withdrew his fist and pondered silently.

[Hmm... Russ can't kill me.]