Rise of the Wolf Clan, Birth of the Imperium (7)

Boom, boom.

A battle-hardened force swept out from Klaa II.

Knight Armor Wolf Claw Mark led the way, while Gatling Cannon spun rapidly, spewing out flames. These towering mechs, controlled by werewolf neural links and crafted with a touch of Daemon Engine technology, were relentlessly slaying any creature with horns on its head.

Clad in heavy armor and wielding battle axes, towering werewolves are dropped onto the ground via Drop Pod. Thirty years of relentless military training have taught each werewolf how to conquer a world in the shortest possible time.

This is the only chance for the wolf pack to achieve greatness. After being reborn, weakness will no longer be a shackle on the werewolves, but a flame that drives them to fight for the future.

The flames of rebellion Burning Fiercely, and without exception, the entire Sheep Empire, encompassing its two capitals and thirteen provinces, began fighting its own battles. The once invincible empire rapidly collapsed, with Ambition and so-called loyal ministers suddenly emerging everywhere.

Looking at the bewildered and helpless Xenos slaves after the defeat of the Sheep Clan Warlord, Goda suddenly remembered what his teacher had told him:

"Make as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible. We must give the oppressed hope; they will only side with whoever wins."

Without any hesitation, the wolf pack extended a team invitation to the Xenos: "Do you want to die standing, or live on your knees? Choose!"

Looking at the imposing, towering werewolf before him, the Xenos leader took the weapon and swore allegiance to the wolf pack.

Such scenes are playing out every moment. The people of the world have suffered for too long. If they move forward, they might die; if they move backward, they will be slaves for eternity. Now that our leader is taking the lead, let's just do it!

The sheep tribe, which had enjoyed peace for so long, was no match for the rebel army's offensive. As the wolf pack expanded rapidly, with one victory after another, more and more tribes rose up in rebellion.

Seeing that the time was right, Mordred and Russ took the opportunity to release a declaration of independence called Imperial Truth.

"All lives are equal and there should be no oppression or Massacre."

Such scenes play out every moment; your siblings, your parents, and your family are all enduring oppression.

Join the wolf pack, join the Super Klaa!

Become the finest warriors, rise up against the Sheep Clan Tyranny, glory belongs to the empire, for the Super Klaa!

Fanning the flames, stirring up trouble, and taking advantage of the Mei Yangyang, I was like a dragon charging in, with Full Vision and Max Resources. Tell me, how could I possibly lose?

The Mighty Body without a Primal Form is unimportant; as long as they have brains, two max-level players can still carry a low-level character to victory.

Mordred is in charge of internal affairs. After conquering a world, she sends out Automatons to produce resources at an alarming rate. With her powerful charisma, she leads the weak races who have come to her but are not good at fighting to secure their rear.

Russ was in charge of external affairs. In this wonderful era where Warp Voyage was incredibly smooth and even the Emperor would be laughing his head off, he led his legions to Guerilla Warfare everywhere, making the sheep tribe suffer a great deal. He even had time to train commanders.

If you're asking why the two brothers are so skilled, please, why don't you just copy the existing examples? This is clearly plagiarism of some Golden Giant's rise to wealth.

Mordred even proclaimed himself the Emperor of the Wolf Emperor, while Russ, of course, followed Malcador's script.

It's quite strange, but among the many Primarch, Mordred is arguably the one most like the Emperor, while Russ is the one with the best personal relationship with Malcador.

As for their original purpose in coming to this era, the brothers had long forgotten it, intending to make things difficult for Magnus and avoid taking the blame for either of them.

While the two brothers were playing StarCraft, 65 million years in the future, on the Abomination, the Trio who had been brought in to act as security guards looked at Uncle Magnus with a troubled expression.

"Ahriman, you're the smartest among us. I have a feeling your father is about to wake up?"

"Yes, my dad hasn't come back yet, and if your dad wakes up soon, wouldn't that be terrible?"

Ahriman remained silent, thinking to himself, "Isn't this obvious? My father has been lying on the Operating Table asleep for three whole years; anyone would have woken up by now."

But remembering the important instructions Mordred had given them before leaving, and glancing at his best friend of three years, Ahriman made up his mind:

"Should I give my father another injection?"

I think it's a good idea!

After saying that, Tom ran to the supply depot, rummaged through everything, and pulled out a whole barrel of anesthetic. The sight of it made everyone's scalp tingle, and even the Khorne had been silently watching the screen questioned his existence, wondering where this unlucky thing had come from?

Ahriman yelled, "Get out of here! Do you think this is a pig farm? If you dump such a huge bucket of water in, my father will probably fall asleep and turn into Snow White, or rather, into Red Snow Princess."

Get out of my way, let me handle this!

Taking out a syringe from the side, Ahriman carefully drew out a syringe of anesthetic.

But for some reason, he felt that one might not be enough, and inexplicably drew four more sticks, eventually injecting them in multiple small doses, successfully putting the sunburned one-eyed Sunburned Ogryn eyelids were drooping wildly, back into a deep sleep.

The Khorne didn't utter a sound after doing all this. As a gambler like the Emperor, Khorne was the one who couldn't afford to gamble the most. Since he had taken this step, he might as well go all the way.

Dying Memories attack him, the Gears of Fate begin to turn quietly, and in the eyes of a Chaos God One Proof of Eternity, countless Timeline surge within him.

The Four Gods appear on Timeline, and similarly, there is also an entity called the Emperor.

Perhaps in another world, everything will be very different, the balance of power will shift instantly, and everything will look completely different.

This is the Hundred Victories Fighting Heavenly Venerable, this is the Eternal Joyous Empress, this is the Compassionate Longevity Ancestor, and this is the Myriad Laws Dao Profound Immortal Lord.

You should then pay homage to one of them, cultivate diligently, and if you can gain the favor of the deities, you will be granted a destiny to ascend to the celestial realm and serve the four supreme beings.

The Brave Hero, from the Lesser Asia Region, lost both his parents, but his uncle raised him as his own son, teaching and guiding him with great care.

Through the Veil Barrier, the Blood God heard the child's call, but he, now the Hundred Battles Saint Heavenly Venerable, felt neither sorrow nor joy.

"What are you looking at, kid?"

"Uncle, which Great Venerable is covered by the Yellow Cloth?"

That was the Great Void Annihilation Demon Emperor, who once led eighteen demon lords to sweep across the Mortal World. Ten thousand years ago, he was severely injured by four powerful beings and has been sleeping in the depths of the Demon Realm ever since.

"I want to worship him. To be able to fight four powerful beings without defeat, he must be extremely strong—"

In a Pale and Silent Timeline, endless Smurfs spew forth from the Webway, using the power their father had enslaved the Four Gods to burn the entire galaxy, forcing the Four Gods to join forces with the Emperor to resist the Ultramarines.

Even more surprisingly, in another Timeline, the Ambition Guilliman triumphs.

Embraced by Evelyn on the left and Lilith Megatron on the right, four Slender Figures in red, green, blue, and purple knelt beneath him, threatening the blushing, indignant, Golden Giant before them:

"Mother, you wouldn't want the empire to Burning Fiercely, would you?"

The Khorne remained silent, feeling his eyes were already clouded. Why did Guilliman always appear in these nonsensical Timeline?

Bah! That me wagging my tail and whining is definitely not normal, I'm just a piece of trash, unlike me, I am the master of my own destiny.

The Four Gods are not individuals; they are echoes generated by the surge of the Myriad Spirits' Tide of Thought. They are natural phenomena, rules, and Warp Entity with their Autonomous Will.

The Four Merchants are not the entirety of the Sea of Souls, but they are a part of Sea of Souls. Even if Death and Dao Dissipation, another Khorne, another Nurgle, another Tzeentch, Slaanesh will be born.

Whether the deity that reappears at that time will be the same as before, only heaven knows!

"Hehe, I must survive! I want to be my own master. Wait, why does my leg hurt so much?"

Hmph, hmph, woof woof woof!

This little incident went unnoticed by the three; the Blood God's Domain enveloped the entire area in Serenity, isolating them from any unnecessary prying eyes.

But Nothing is Absolute. A small Lighter on the Operating Table flickered with Faint Light, and two figures, one large and one small, huddled behind the screen, quietly watching everything.

Go back in time, to a corner of the world 65 million years ago, a pack of wolves is attacking the Last Stronghold.

The earth was torn apart, the sky was ablaze, and the sheep tribe, whose upper echelons had been completely wiped out, was utterly unable to withstand the wolf pack's attack. Even those Terrifying Monster Sheep comparable to the Primal were all turned into cooked meat in the Orbital Bombardment, emitting a mouthwatering aroma.

Eight years of Cruel Civil War broke the backbone of the sheep tribe, but also forged the wolf pack's formidable reputation. As the last fortress collapsed, the mother and child, separated for so long, were reunited.

There was no Boring Villain Declaration. The now-unrecognizable Mei Yangyang slumped on the Brass Throne, her body corrupted by Chaos Energy Corruption. If Mordred hadn't kept her alive, she would have long since turned into a mindless the Beast.

Emerald Lightning flashed, transforming into starlight that floated up and returned to Mordred's Chaos Energy Primarch.

Perhaps it was a final burst of energy before death; at this moment, Mei Yangyang's rationality finally returned. She crawled wearily to the two brothers and removed the collar that had been locked around her neck, even though it was long since malfunctioning.

"If I hadn't put this collar on you, would you still be doing this?"

Perhaps! But who can say for sure?

"That's right! Then give me a decent ending."

Mordred could no longer distinguish between Dun and Dun, and looking at the enemy in front of her whose Sanity Collapsed, who was oblivious to the Outside World and only wanted to die, she kicked the stunned Goda next to her.

"Is this the successor you've chosen?"

"Yes."

Mei Yangyang laughed, a laugh so mocking, mocking herself for being the sinner who had brought down the empire. "You have no idea what's out there. I'll be waiting for you in the Sea of Souls, my dear son."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome.

The blade flashed, blood flowed, the last of the sheep tribe vanished, and a new empire was about to rise.

Holding Skull, Goda believed that under the guidance of his two teachers, the Wolfkin Empire would Eternal Prosperity, and he would always be by his side.

"Teachers, I won't let you down."