Green Grassland

Light is the bond that strangles generation after generation.

Russ felt like she was going to die, like her whole body was being stretched into a noodle and then violently spun around in the juicer.

Mordred, standing next to him, wasn't having an easy time either. He felt like a juicer, having been force-fed a huge lump of dough, which was now overflowing.

"Mordred, how much longer? I can't hold on much longer!"

"Shut up, ugh~ How was I supposed to know this would happen? Please don't fall asleep, Russ, Russ!"

In her last moments of consciousness, Mordred poked her head out and bit down hard on Russ's head before falling into a coma.

Cold, shivering -·

The Fenris winds were as biting as ever, and no one would choose to go outside in such harsh conditions, not even Primarch.

Inside the snow cave, a small, thin figure huddled together for warmth with his brothers and sisters.

The extremely harsh environment has created a unique biological system in Fenris. Whenever a storm comes, the wolf pack will dig burrows and use their thick fur to withstand the cold winter and protect the cubs.

Some larger wolf packs will continue to dig, using heat to attract small animals such as snowshoe hares, and some packs will even use fishing.

This is clearly beyond the intelligence of ordinary the Beast, but Fenris is such a magical world, after all, the boundary between humans and wolves is not so clear here.

Russ spent his childhood with a pack of wolves, and he even had a wolf mother and two ruthless brothers. In fact, he is the most fitting protagonist of the Rome's She-Wolf story.

Because he had no fur, Russ was always kept in the middle by the wolf mother for warmth, giving the best spot to this special cub.

Whether human or animal, maternal love is always the greatest. But for Russ today, this maternal love may be a little too heavy, making him feel suffocated.

This made Russ desperately want to stick his head out, but no matter how he tried to pry it out, he couldn't get it out; in fact, the more he pulled, the tighter it became.

Russ, already feeling suffocated, began wildly flailing his limbs and trying to pull his head out of the air with his hands. But as he pulled, Russ suddenly realized a problem.

Wait, didn't I come with Mordred? How did I end up back in my childhood?

Startled awake, Russ Opened Eyes and saw a tongue lolling over his nostril. Through his teeth, he could see the grass Outside World and faintly hear snoring.

"..."

"Mordred, what are you doing? Wake up, you're biting my head!"

Russ's calls were ineffective, since Mordred had his entire head in her mouth, making it difficult for him to even open his mouth. He could only hum softly, which was even quieter than his snores.

To make matters worse, Russ suddenly discovered that she could see her own nose, right in Mordred's throat.

Recalling the precautions Mordred had mentioned to him, Russ, after calming down, concluded that he should no longer be considered human.

So what if he's not human? The most important thing now is to figure out how to get this bastard off my head.

Through his teeth, Russ saw a rock nearby and, without hesitation, raised his head and rammed it into it.

With a crisp snap, two rows of sharp teeth closed instantly, biting through Russ's neck on the spot.

Looking at the headless corpse in front of him, Mordred, who had just woken up, was completely bewildered, and then realized that something seemed to be stuffed in his mouth.

"Who am I? Where am I? What just happened? No, Russ!"

Realizing something was terribly wrong, Mordred stretched out his claws, hooked the severed skull, and pulled it from his teeth.

Looking at the headless dog head in his hand, with two gaping holes spitting blood, Mordred was stunned. He quickly put the thing on the headless corpse.

Fortunately, both of them were projections; otherwise, the title of "Headless Senior Sister" would have gone to Russ.

Sure enough, as soon as the head was reattached, the bewildered Russ returned to normal and immediately unleashed a torrent of abuse at Mordred:

"Pah! This is what you called reliable? I almost believed you! You nearly bit me to death, no, I've already bitten you to death once."

Why are you yelling so loudly? If you weren't already at your breaking point, I How Could resorted to such a drastic measure. It's all because you're incompetent.

But then again, I was right, you really did turn into a dog.

"Bullshit! You're the dog, I'm the wolf!"

Mordred hates it when people question his academic abilities, and in his opinion, the animal Russ has transformed into is definitely not a wolf.

In comparison, Horus's beautiful white fur was more befitting of a wolf. As for Russ's current creature type, Mordred was 100% certain it was a dog, especially with its black and white coat—he recognized it all too well; it was an Erha.

Having learned from her previous experiences, Mordred had also figured out some patterns: the projected images were mostly related to personality.

The Khan is a horse or a donkey, symbolizing freedom; Horus is a wolf, symbolizing Ambition and conquest; and Russ is a husky, symbolizing cunning hidden beneath disguise.

Based on this pattern, Zhuang Sen should be a man who likes to exhale, Fulgrim should be a flamboyant peacock, or perhaps Phoenix?

Mordred wasn't sure if Phoenix existed in biology, but he was certain that Luojia was a small weasel, since she looked exactly like Makara.

As his thoughts wandered, Mordred suddenly realized a terrifying truth: his entire family, from top to bottom, wasn't human; they were all animals, born into a family of animals.

Seeing that Russ was still spouting nonsense, trying to prove that he was a wolf and not a dog, Mordred slapped him across the face.

"Stop arguing. If I'm not mistaken, we've followed Magnus's dream into the future. Judging from our surroundings, we're very likely in some barbaric world within the Empire."

Be careful in a bit. Remember, we're not human anymore. Although we're not easy to kill, don't attract too much attention. You have to know when to back down.

Especially, we mustn't let people mistake us for Xenos!

"Hmm, that makes sense!" Russ readily shrank back and began walking on all fours. With his demeanor and smile, no one would suspect that he was actually a person.

Since it wasn't its original form that came, Mordred couldn't use the gadgets in its four-dimensional chrysanthemum. But even as a dog, it was still a super dog with astonishing intelligence.

After discussing it with Russ, they decided that the most important thing for them now was to confirm their location and make contact with their own legion. Fortunately, it was nighttime, Master Mordred used astrological calibration, while Russ chose to use Psychic Power.

However, ten minutes later, the two met again, having returned empty-handed, and both realized that things were in serious trouble.

"Russ, this isn't even within the Empire. What did you discover in the Warp?"

"Nothing found. This Warp is completely different from what I remember, or rather, it's a bit too peaceful. Look."

Following Roboute Guilliman's hand, a fireball was Burning Fiercely in his hand. Mordred felt no Warp contamination, as if the septic tank had been instantly cleared.

Perhaps thinking of something, Mordred instantly slumped down:

"Now we have two pieces of good news and one piece of bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"

"Since there are two pieces of good news, let's hear the good news first."

"The first piece of good news is that we won't be treated like Xenos and beaten up by our own troops anymore."

The second piece of good news is that we're currently in projection mode, so even if we die, it won't cause too much damage to our physical bodies. With proper care, we can recover in a few years.

"And the bad news?"

Mordred patted the meadow beside him, gesturing for his good friend to come closer:

"The bad news is that we're now estimating, possibly, maybe, we've arrived in the Cretaceous Period! To be precise, it's before the War in Heaven. At this point, the Warp is practically a paradise, like something out of a fairy tale!"

The Wolf King was puzzled, thinking that this should also be good news. You said it was a fairy tale world, so even if you can't solve Magnus's problem, it's not a wasted trip.

After fighting for so many years, it wouldn't hurt to give myself a short break; it's time to enjoy myself. The only thing that could catch Russ's attention was that so-called War in Heaven.

"So, according to you, the bad news refers to the War in Heaven."

Don't worry, I just tried it. Even if I turned into a dog—no, I mean a wolf—one punch from me would shatter this rock into dust.

"Isn't it just War in Heaven? Even if they hadn't fought, brother, I could still crush them all."

Upon hearing this, Mordred, who was leaning against the rock, was so angry she laughed. "You can't even be discreet about the occasion when you're bragging!"

"Bro, are you sure?"

Let me put it this way: in this era, Primarchs are as common as dogs, Emperor are everywhere. Unless you have the Combat Power of Space Marines, you're not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

You've seen that Ork Emperor, haven't you?

Russ still thought Mordred was bragging. So what if he was the Ork Emperor? He was still turned into Horus's living vessel by his father.

"What if I said that even that 10-meter-tall Orks giant would be cannon fodder nowadays? What would you do then?"

"Oh, this was just a joke!"

Mordred jumped up and patted Russ's head, admonishing, "Young man, don't be so hot-blooded."

But you're not wrong. This godforsaken place is only good for a few years. We'll just stay here for a few years and then go back. We'll treat it as a vacation.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, did you hear me? Why are your legs kneeling down?"

Seeing Russ tucking his tail between his legs and frantically giving him meaningful glances, along with the enormous shadow looming over him, Mordred sighed, his sharp claws instantly extending as he turned and stabbed at Ruth.

With a crisp crack, Mordred's fingernails, which were as hard as carbon steel, shattered instantly. At that moment, with the help of the moonlight, he finally saw the three four-meter-tall behemoths.

On its fleshy head stood a pair of horns pointing skyward, and the white downy hair could not conceal the bulging, powerful muscles below. A golden bell was also worn around its neck.

The one on the right was even more terrifying, larger and stronger than the one in front of Mordred. Beneath its dark brown skin was a terrifying body with a metallic sheen, and it had a blue armband on its right arm. As for the one on the left, although it looked ordinary, the pink ribbons wrapped around its ram horns clearly indicated that it was a wolf.

In this situation, Mordred didn't hesitate at all; his knees buckled and he immediately knelt down.

"My lord, spare my life! Logically speaking, a harpy dog of my rank shouldn't be breathing on you."

I, Zhuang Sen, have spent half my life wandering without ever encountering a wise ruler. Today, I have met three valiant men, and I feel incredibly fortunate. If you would not mind, could you allow my brother and me to follow you?"

It's no wonder Mordred was so quick to back down; those three goat-headed monsters were terrifying, at least Primarch-level powerhouses. Russ, standing next to him, knelt down even faster than him.

However, Mordred's long string of gibberish went completely unnoticed by the other person, who instead began a secret conversation, though Mordred somehow understood this language.

"Xi Yangyang, could those two be wolves? They look pretty cute."

I don't know.

"Why worry about so much? If you like them, Mei Yangyang, I'll catch them and make you some soup."

"Fei Yangyang, I didn't ask you."

"Second Brother, what are they saying?"

"Nothing much, I just wanted to take you to make soup."