The Rise of the Wolf Clan: Space Wolves (5)

Werewolves are not a powerful race. They are physically weak, lack Psychic Power, and have extremely backward technology. Most importantly, they are also particularly cowardly.

Fortunately, the little werewolves encountered Mordred and Russ, two Primarchs who were quite eccentric, and a spark called Ambition began to spread rapidly within these little creatures.

In just five years, as guards disappeared in large numbers, more and more werewolves tasted meat, and once they were stained with blood, they could no longer accept that pig-like life.

As the saying goes, the poor rely on mutations while the rich rely on technology. Mordred may not know much else, but she's definitely a master of heretical doctrines.

Within the Empire, Mordred was unable to fully utilize her talents due to various restrictions, but things were different here.

Abominable Intelligence, so they create it! They conduct biochemical experiments, so they do it! Even in Psychic Power research, which they themselves are not good at, there is this cunning villain, Russ.

Back then, that tech genius, Fu, could create a powerful bio-beast comparable to the Gloriana-class Battleship using only biomass fused from ordinary people, and Master Mordred's skills are no less impressive.

To obtain super soldiers, the method is very simple. The most cost-effective solution is to create Space Marines and transform werewolves into true Space Wolves.

The problem is that Space Marine need the Gene-Seed, a mystical creation, and since both of them are currently projections, they can't conjure up Gene-Seed at all.

As for going to the Warp to retrieve a fragment of a god and recreate the Primarch, like the old man did? Forget it, neither of them has that capability!

Fortunately, Mordred possesses Biochemical Alchemy, Russ has the complete genetic blueprint of the Canis Helix. Since the Space Marine cannot create it, they can skip the problem and instead manufacture knock-off Thunder Warriors.

Under the premise of ensuring that they could reproduce on their own, a large number of werewolves volunteered to participate in the experiment, and Mordred also completely let go of himself and began to frantically modify the werewolf genes, turning them into powerful soldiers whose individual strength was comparable to that of the Ogryn.

Aside from a fondness for sleeping in late, the modified individual can be considered quite successful.

The only thing that restricts Mordred is some special materials, but just because he doesn't have them doesn't mean that Mei Yangyang, the Princess of the empire, isn't qualified to allocate them.

Looking at the fully robotic assembly line inside the factory, Mei Yangyang nodded. "Well done, I didn't know you had this talent."

"Of course, this is a machine Servitor that I personally programmed. If it weren't for the time constraints, I could have written an even more perfect AI."

Using wolf slaves for production was far too inefficient. Rather than letting them die meaninglessly, it would be better to replace them with intelligent machines, thus providing us with enough manpower to develop our legion.

With efficiency soaring, excess production can be freely allocated to manufacture weapons and equipment for the legion.

As for whether anyone will investigate the missing ingredients, rest assured, I've already taken care of everything, and absolutely no one will know our little secret."

In terms of administrative ability, Mordred is no less capable than Guilliman. After all, Atlas is the Imperial Tax Commissioner. If he wants to investigate taxes, he must understand the incredibly complex types of taxes. Otherwise, he has no reason to cause trouble.

When creating the Primarch, the Emperor equally endowed each Primarch with a Super Brain, whose computing speed completely surpassed the Empire's most advanced Cogitator array, reaching a level of mysticism.

It can be said that if they wanted to, every Primarch could become the greatest scientific researcher among mankind. Even Vulkan, who seemed to be slow to react, was able to design a series of heavy armors such as the Saturnine Terminator after some thought.

But having sufficient hardware doesn't equate to having a sharp mind. Whenever faced with a problem, the Super Brain commands the Primarch to use its own Super Strength. After all, why should I use my brain when I can kill something with a single slap?

But things are different now. The two brothers, whose strength has diminished considerably and who can now only be compared to free-range chickens running on the Serenity Grassland, have to start using their brains in this era.

Following Mordred's footsteps, Mei Yangyang and her confidants arrived at an underground entrance. At first, it was narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, but after walking several dozen steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

In the bustling underground cave, countless werewolves were working diligently, frantically breaking up ash. Beside them, besides Automatons, were some over two-meter-tall giant werewolves undergoing training.

"What's this?"

"Madam, this is our legion!" Mordred jumped onto Mei Yangyang's shoulder and beckoned a werewolf who was practicing shooting.

The Emerald Chaos Energy flickered, Mei Yangyang subconsciously ignored Mordred's overstepping, instead interpreting it as an expression of intimacy.

Looking at the tall werewolf in front of her, who was stronger than the average sheep soldier but incredibly submissive, Mei Yangyang believed that if such a powerful soldier were equipped with standard armor, he would be no less formidable than the Imperial forces.

Hearing the commotion, Russ also came over and explained the legion's structure to everyone, and even organized a combat exercise.

After watching the whole thing, the investor, Mei Yangyang, was very satisfied with the two brothers' performance and immediately asked the most crucial question: how many soldiers does the legion actually have now?

"Eight hundred!"

"Only eight hundred?"

Mordred knew he would ask that question, and explained that 800 was the maximum force they could muster at the moment. The previous forces had been undergoing modification experiments, and this was only the first batch.

To boost the client's confidence, Mordred led everyone to a secret laboratory, where countless incubation tanks contained werewolves undergoing upgrades and modifications.

"Mother, look, this is the second batch of werewolf soldiers, a total of 1,000 incubation tanks. Including the first batch of modifiers, there are a total of 1,800 people, and half of them are men and half are women."

Based on the werewolf breeding cycle, we only need to wait another 300 years to build a powerful army capable of sweeping across the empire.

Three hundred years? Are you kidding me? I can't wait that long.

Due to repeated brainwashing over the past few years, Mei Yangyang has successfully become a persecution maniac, constantly believing that someone wants to harm her and that the empire is about to collapse, so she must revitalize the court and carry out a purge of corrupt officials.

He even imagined a non-existent enemy, believing that his father, the current emperor of the Sheep Clan, Dao Yangyang, was attempting to sacrifice himself to the empire to become a god.

Looking around, she saw only treacherous officials. Mei Yangyang couldn't wait 300 years; any longer and it would be too late. She immediately asked her two sons if they had any good ideas.

Mordred and Russ exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves, "You said it yourself, don't blame us later."

Yes, yes!

"As long as you invest more resources, Mother, we can build more modification factories. There are 30 million werewolves on the Klaa II, which means that as long as we have enough resources, we can have a continuous supply of soldiers. If... what?" Mei Yangyang pressed.

"If we can open up the starports, we can produce warships ourselves. With the production capacity of intelligent AI, coupled with the fearless werewolf soldiers, we can build a space fleet in less than 30 years."

Upon hearing this, the loyal followers who had come with Mei Yangyang reacted immediately, saying that this was absolutely unacceptable, as it would be treason.

But Mei Yangyang, whose mind was already consumed by Fel Energy, didn't care about any of that. She smashed those noisy guys to pieces with a single blow, then turned to look at Mordred and Russ:

"Then I'll give you thirty years! In thirty years, I want to see an invincible fleet. You won't disappoint your mother, will you?"

"Hey, I've lived up to my mother's expectations!"