Shadow of Order, Prospero's Hero

The dark gray warship departed sadly from the crimson Duran.

Unlike in the past, the Space Wolves failed to turn Duran into ruins; the industrial zone remained firmly under the control of the Shadow of Order.

The Wolf Prime also failed to behead the Tyrant, failing for the first time to fulfill its hunting vow.

The usual laughter and chatter were absent from the fireplace of the Nidhogg.

Ogvi Ogvi Heimschluth, the Wolf Lord of the 3rd Company, had a few unkempt steel whiskers growing on his face, which he never grew a beard on.

Ever since he witnessed the malignant mutation, he has been plagued by nightmares, often waking up from Nightmares of being turned into a wild beast.

His deep-set eyes stared at Nayut the Threader, the silver ring on his lower lip trembling, as he asked, his voice a mixture of irritability and childish hope.

"If it comes from the Canis Helix, every Space Wolves could be a possibility." The Wolf Priest's words struck everyone like ice and snow, their chill penetrating even the hearth fire.

"Wolf Lord, we should be more worried about whether Nimrod will release the footage to the public."

"His relationship with the Wolf Prime has never been good."

"Those rats of Terra will definitely seize the opportunity to jump out."

"Fortunately, that's the only thing we don't need to worry about," Ogilvy said wearily.

"Jorin told me that he had reached a deal with the Wolf Prime; he would keep it a secret for us, and in return, we would offer up creatures of Fenris."

"Did Jorin say how the Wolf Prime is?" Nayut the Threader's words made the silent Honor Guard all turn to look at their Wolf Lord.

"The Wolf Prime is fine; he just took a nap."

Nimrod dared not kill him; the wolf pack outnumbered the men he brought.

Ogilvy thought of Sanchez, of him wearing the Russ Wolf Helm, the Great Wolf of Death Morkai Cloak, and the Kraken Sword at his waist, and his hand trembled slightly.

"If anything happens to the Wolf Prime, he can't possibly leave Duran alive."

Ogilvy gripped the silver bowl tightly, the image of Jorin having given him flashing through his mind.

The image of the Wolf Prime being knocked down is Nightmare that haunts him when he is awake.

He gulped down the pitch-black liquid; the burning sensation of Fenrisian Mead dispelled the gloom of Lord of Winter and War.

At the same moment the wolf pack left Duran with a gloomy expression, Nimrod issued orders in the Primarch's office.

"Tech Sergeant, researching Duran technology."

"Sanchez, your Chapter will stay in Duran to rest and regroup."

"Arsena, set the goal, Chogoris, it's time to see Jaghatai."

Although the problem of Russ has been resolved, Nimrod has promised Sanguinius and Magnus that he will speak with Jaghatai.

The Dice of Prophecy have already been used, and the divination of Rangdan's Homeworld can only be done in 873. We can use this time to Jaghatai.

Sanchez and Arsena Dunn glanced at the trophies on the weapons rack, including a long Chainsword, and replied respectfully.

"Follow Your will."

At the same moment the Shadow of the Kings leaped into the warp, Ethan, a think tank visiting Prospero, stood in the center of the Secret Eye Plaza, surveying the eighty-one roads that extended from it.

Thousand Sons, dressed in red Pavoni, introduced herself with a smile.

"The Square of the Hidden Eye is the center of Tizca."

"When the Emperor and Nimrod visited Prospero, my father greeted them here."

Ethan gazed at the tall, Doric- style stone pillars, the burning braziers atop them illuminating his memories of reading his father's memoirs.

As he pondered, he walked into a street lined with lifelike silver lion statues on both sides.

Each statue is different in posture and size, resembling a real pride of lions gilded and placed on a marble base.

Ethan stopped and looked toward the Garden of Nurgle entrance guarded by two statues, where a red- Thousand Sons Warrior was Supervision the people's exercise.

"This is Silver Lion Street," the handsome Thousand Sons, walking up to him. "They're practicing Tai Chi."

"During the rescue operation on Dawn Star, Father and Perturabo discovered the remnants of the Kingdom of the Dragon."

"After studying them, my father discovered that they could find Peace in gentle and precise movements; the repetitive cycles and graceful harmony soothed their troubled minds."

"I think this is familiar to you; Nimrod's territory also has Garden of Nurgle for the people to practice."

Ethan nodded; he knew that Thousand Sons was referring to "they" as Psyker and Mutants.

They make up a significant portion of the population of Tizca.

In each of his father's territories, Garden of Nurgle were built, and the people were forced to practice Tai Chi.

It serves both as a benefit for residents and as a measure to prevent Psyker from going out of control.

The people exercising immediately cheered enthusiastically when they saw the black-armored Warriors appear.

They bowed in unison, gently and gracefully, and shouted loudly.

"Salute to the Shadow of Order, thank you for hunting the Soul-Eater Bees."

"Handsome Ryōha Thousand Sons said jokingly."

"Your popularity here is almost comparable to ours."

"This is what you deserve. Since you began hunting the Soul-Eater Bees of the Wilds, Tizca has not been attacked again."

"This is precisely my mission here." Ethan waved to the surrounding crowd, drawing even louder cheers.

As the two talked, they reached the foot of the mountain. Thousand Sons, whose skin shone with light, proudly pointed to the giant Pyramid against the backdrop of the White Mountain and the Acropolis.

"The most magnificent one belongs to our school."

"Apart from the Primarch Pyramid of Photep, it is the largest."

The proud Chief Librarian Hathor Mhat, used his power to make the Pavoni Pyramid a magnificent structure.

Ethan gazed into the distance. In other places, such imposing architecture would surely appear jarring, but these Pyramids blended harmoniously with the surrounding landscape, as if they were originally part of the mountain range.

With the exception of one, he pointed curiously to the burning spire and asked, "What's that?"

"The 'Pyrae Cult'..." The handsome Thousand Sons curled her lip.

He pulled a shimmering Psyker Crystal from his person and handed it to Ethan.

"Your gift, a gift that every visitor to the Shadow of Order will receive."

"You can make the Pavoni Pyramid your home; everyone in our school longs to communicate with you."

"You can also read every book in the collection; apart from the Great Library and the Fortep, the Pavoni Pyramid has the largest collection of books."

Thousand Sons of the "Pavoni" said enthusiastically.

The Primarch had a friendly relationship with Nimrod, and the Temple Master had also been seconded to the "Shadow of Order." He often recounted his experiences when he took the stage to lecture, and the school was generally friendly towards Lord Nimrod and his descendants.

Ethan didn't get lost in the vast ocean of knowledge at the Pavoni Pyramid; the very next day, he piloted the red disc-shaped speedboat provided by Thousand Sons to the wasteland.

The Thousand Sons prioritized supplying the Legion's newly acquired, limited number of speedboats to the Shadow of Order heading towards the wasteland.

After the assault boat flew out of Tizca, Ethan looked around and saw Thousand Sons soldiers in red armor setting up Defense Array around dozens of iron towers surrounding Tizca.

They looked up and raised their staffs in salute.

After returning the greeting, Ethan flew over the stronghold that the Shadow of Order had established for Thousand Sons, heading towards the location rune of his battle brothers deep in the wasteland.

A towering, charred iron stone structure, covered in layers of greenery, came into view as he piloted his speedboat down into the valley.

A group of Shadow of Order clad in black armor emerged from the decaying steel frame of the building, warily surveying their surroundings.

"Don't use Psionic Energy!" Ethan immediately heard the warning.

"Each time they release Psionic Energy, they become increasingly frenzied."

"Knock down one, attract millions."

Although Ethan was eager to test the effects of "Gryphon's Roar" on the Soul-Eater Bees, he wouldn't risk his own life or the lives of the other Shadow of Order.

He had already guessed that the Chief Librarian sent him to Prospero to hone his self-control and willpower.

The Indomitable Discipline Librarian nodded and took the Arc Projector from behind him.

"They're here," the hunting party's "monster" warned, as he heard the screeching and rubbing sounds.

Ethan looked in the direction the "monster" was heading, and countless pairs of wings buzzed and flashed as they approached.

The "Warriors " joined the circular formation, raised their Arc Projector, and fired at the rolling swarm of bees.

Sizzle sizzle...

The crackling sound of electricity struck the slender limbs, and one after another, ugly, multi-winged insect-like creatures fell like raindrops.

"Raise your shields!"

As the Shadow of Order had just given the warning issued the order, three Shadow of Order took their shields from behind and gripped them tightly.

The "Warrior" paused for a moment, then reacted, raised his left arm, and activated the wall-mounted energy shield.

He noticed that the others suddenly shrank back, immediately realizing their responsibility.

The "Warrior" charged at the Soul-Eater Bee, and the impact made a loud bang, which made his arm go numb.

The "Warrior" glanced in astonishment at the six chitinous pincers, then scanned the other shield-wielding Shadow of Order Armor marked with sharp blade marks.

He suddenly understood why the Tizca Shadow of Order in such high regard.

Taking advantage of the backward leap, the "Warrior" slung the Arc Projector onto his back.

He drew the Force Sword from the Librarian at his waist, but did not activate the Psychic Field to avoid attracting the Soul-Eater Bees.

The "Warrior" charged forward, his shield hissing as it knocked away the razor-sharp pincers, and with a sweep of his sword, he slapped away another multifaceted compound-eyed Soul-Eater Bee that had locked onto him.

The "Warrior" fended off the swarming, flapping Soul-Eater Bees.

He endured the attacks of the Soul-Eater Bees time and time again until the energy field in his arm was completely depleted.

Ethan's arms trembled as he gripped the Force Sword tightly.

The "Warrior" felt his strength being depleted by the repeated attacks of the Soul-Eater Bees, and his breathing began to become heavy.

Bang!

The Force Sword tilted and almost slipped from his grasp.

Ethan twisted the blade with all his might, and suddenly the image of Mortarion pulling him like he was a beast of burden flashed through his mind.

He thought of the Death Guard, known for their tenacity.

I will not lose to you.

An indomitable belief burned brightly in Ethan's soul, filling his weary body with renewed strength.

He drew the Arc Projector from behind him and spun the Force Sword rapidly with one hand.

Streaks of lightning tore through the shadows of the bee swarm, Force Sword swept across, knocking away swarms of Soul-Eater Bees.

The Shadow of Order stared in astonishment at Ethan's outburst, the power within him seemingly inexhaustible.

"Follow him!" The captain was the first to react and immediately gave the order.

Ethan strode forward, determined not to fall until he had taken down every enemy.

Bang bang bang...

One after another, the Soul-Eater Bees crashed to the ground.

The shrill screams became sparse until they disappeared completely.

Ethan glanced at the gifts scattered on the ground for his father, silently reflecting as the hunting party members watched in amazement.

I've come to understand what true resilience is.