Departure, and the Perfect City

In the 38th year of the Wolf Calendar, the once invincible Sheep Empire was utterly destroyed, and the Wolf Empire was officially established. It set up its capital on its home planet Quies, and launched a great campaign known as the Indomitable Expedition, the first northern expedition in history.

Then the incredibly brave werewolf warrior was beaten to a pulp.

It's not that the wolf pack isn't working hard; it's just that compared to the Great Crusade launched by the Empire in the 30k era, the galaxy today is bursting with vitality, with everything flourishing.

The werewolves, having just won, were arrogant and overconfident, but what they didn't know was that the sheep were just beginners within beginners.

The various Xenos creatures stood out with their bizarre numerical values, and the water was as deep as a bottomless pit, far beyond anything that could be compared to later generations.

Mordred had clearly forgotten his warning to Russ: in this era, Primarchs were everywhere, and Emperor were less than dogs.

The wolf pack, having just left the starting village, was undoubtedly overconfident. Then, their spaceship, marked with wolf claws, was knocked down by a native creature that hadn't yet left the planet, using a single rock.

Mordred's scalp tingled at the sight. "My damn 20-kilometer-long Steel Battleship, and someone just shot it down with a rock? Is that even possible?"

Oh, so that rock is 3 kilometers long, like a mountain range. That makes a lot more sense.

That's utterly unreasonable!

At that time, if Russ hadn't sensed the danger and decisively fled with her fleet using her exceptional micro-management skills, the fleet might have been wiped out as soon as it left the planet.

If you ask why an indigenous group that hasn't even left its home planet needs such extreme micromanagement, Russ, who almost had his brain explode, would tell you that the damn planet can move on its own; the entire planet is alive.

The first Northern Expedition was clearly a failure, but Mordred did not give up. He began to encourage the wolf pack, and after regrouping, he launched a second expedition.

However, the cruelty of the world cannot be controlled by individuals. Sure enough, after avoiding that Living Planet, they encountered all sorts of bizarre worlds, and the Star Soul that are rarely seen in later generations became commonplace.

Almost every Native Race in this world has an unparalleled expert. Those fierce individuals, comparable to minor Emperor, can send out a group of the Han Dynasty to beat you to the ground with a single kick.

But this time the wolf pack was smarter; instead of heading north, they marched east, a campaign known as the Second Eastern Expedition.

However, in the third year of their eastward expedition, the wolf pack encountered a swarm of insects that appeared out of nowhere, which swept through multiple star systems with their unparalleled Chitinous Hive.

They lacked the courage to lead the charge, but their desire to take advantage of the chaos was considerable. Sensing an opportunity, the wolves would follow behind the insect nest, scavenging for scraps and leftovers.

This slightly displeased Goda, who wanted to prove himself, and then Russ cornered him against the wall, gave him a good beating on the head, and cursed him as a good-for-nothing.

Perhaps it's puberty, but that bastard Goda actually dared to talk back, saying things like, "Teacher, this is just cowardly behavior," and "What kind of lizard are we?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred, who had always acted as the spiritual leader within the church, was enraged. Even Russ couldn't hold him back, and he delivered a powerful flying attack that severed Goda's Dog's Leg.

"Hey! You think you're all grown up now? I'm not even dead yet and you're already trying to squander my entire fortune? Tell me, how am I supposed to fight you?"

As a Monarch, you can be shameless, you can be a Tyrant, but you absolutely cannot be brainless. Thankfully, the two of us are keeping an eye on things, otherwise, with your reckless commands, the wolf pack would have been wiped out."

"I'm not Monarch, I'm just Warmaster. All I need to know is how to lead troops into battle. Don't I still have you teachers?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred trembled with rage.

"Looks like I'll have to get under control of you. Goodness gracious, if you dare to dodge, it won't just be a belt coming at you, I'll break the rest of your legs."

Although the saying goes that "spare the rod and spoil the child," this saying is entirely from the person wielding the rod. In Mordred's view, it is a sign of incompetence and an excuse that Old Man Huang used to beat him.

But that doesn't mean physics education is ineffective. To deal with a rebellious puppy like Goda who has entered adolescence, you have to Strike Hard.

Accompanied by the mournful barking of dogs, all the clan Chieftain tucked their tails between their legs and acted like wolves, none daring to offend the two Arch-Magos.

What they didn't know was that their own warriors had already betrayed them and would soon experience the same pleasure of being stewed in leather belts.

After being given a good talking-to, the wolf pack indeed became much more obedient. However, such good days did not last long, and the invincible the Swarm fell and was utterly destroyed.

The entire starry sky was a jumble of wreckage torn to pieces. Only a tiny worm survived, captured by two erratic planets that darted back and forth: one white as snow, the other a sinister, emerald green.

Seeing the situation was dire, the wolf pack decisively fled. Luckily, they ran fast, otherwise they would have been crushed by the two planets immediately.

From then on, having witnessed the cruelty of the void, the wolf pack began to tuck their tails between their legs and act from the heart, transforming from a majestic werewolf into a dog with a single punch.

This action clearly saved their lives.

After returning to their home planet and operating for a few years, the empire, having recovered, embarked on another expedition. Since the north and the east were both unsuitable, they turned to the west. Surely the west couldn't be filled with monsters and demons as well?

To ensure a smooth westward advance, Moreyd and Russ decided to try some feudal superstition. In ancient times, armies would hold rituals before setting out on campaigns, so there must be some reason behind it.

It must be said that sometimes metaphysics really does work. After slaughtering a full 88,888 chickens to reward the army and leading his underlings to perform a shamanistic dance on the grassland, the expedition went smoothly as expected. The wolf pack even found a very spacious and habitable star sector.

Just as everyone was happily planning to build the second base, a genetic disease that even Mordred couldn't cure began to spread among the wolf pack.

The patients' illnesses were unpredictable, with various diseases appearing one after another. There were even cases of people falling to their deaths due to osteoporosis after contracting the disease, highlighting its unpredictable nature.

After their search yielded no results, the wolf pack decisively fled again. It was at this moment that Mordred finally discovered the problem.

This desolate and uninhabited star sector was by no means a paradise. The stars in the region were teeming with C'tan, which frightened him so much that he shrank back and ordered the fleet to turn around in a hurry, for fear of being discovered by these physical gods.

It was thanks to Mordred's decisiveness that, had he actually settled here, the werewolf would probably have become a short-lived creature like the Necron in just a few years.

After their eastward, northward, and westward expeditions, the wolf pack, having fled in disarray for the third time, lost their spirit and began to focus on cultivating their inner strength, slowly expanding from the vicinity of their home planet.

We'll begin small-scale expeditions, not aiming for instant success, but rather for slow and steady progress.

The good news is that the galaxy is quite peaceful now. Apart from the fact that there are all sorts of strange and monstrous things everywhere and Wu De breaking through the heavens, the Warp is as calm as a stagnant pool.

Under the influence of the calm and peaceful Sea of Souls, there are very few mad dogs like those in the Imperium of Man. As long as you don't do anything reckless or think nonsense, it's a perfect place for a slacker to survive, but the prerequisite is that you must have the capital to do so.

Unlike their previous three large-scale expeditions, the Wolfkin Empire now exudes an aura of cowardice from the inside out.

However, the flaws do not outweigh the merits. The previous three expansions have allowed the wolf pack to occupy a decent territory. In fact, because there is no need to rush, the wolf pack's expansion speed has actually accelerated under Mordred and Russ's multiple reforms, gaining a group of followers who came after hearing the news.

As the saying goes, what the superiors do, the inferiors will follow. With two silly leaders, the werewolves inevitably began to be infected with the Idiot Virus.

Thanks to their optimistic and cheerful nature, the wolf clan did not become Enslaver like the sheep clan. On the contrary, they got along quite well with other Xenos and can be said to have successfully established themselves on the grand stage of the galaxy.

But these wonderful days did not last long. As time quietly passed, Mordred and Russ began to fade when the 80th year arrived.

From then on, the two sages began to gradually delegate power, and more and more werewolf heroes were subjected to corporal punishment. Among them, the one who was beaten the most was undoubtedly Goda.

On the last day of the 88th year of the Wolf Calendar, countless wolf cubs and their offspring celebrated the arrival of the New Year, but within the Imperial Palace, a somber and oppressive atmosphere prevailed.

Looking at the 88 clan leaders around him, all of whom looked reluctant to leave, Mordred, who was sitting on the throne, stood up. Russ beside him was already unable to speak, which meant that they were about to depart.

"It's almost time, all of you come here, I have something to tell you."

The wolf pack surged, and everyone looked at the Arch-Magos had shaped the empire. They all knew that the two great men were about to leave, and they began to spontaneously push Goda was huddled at the back, to the front.

Looking at Goda, who had shrunk down to be level with him, Mordred's eyes flashed with the image of the short werewolf who was not much taller than him.

After 88 years of trials, the little thing that used to only kneel and beg for mercy has grown into what it is now. Although it is still a bit rough, Mordred can see a kind of tenacity in its eyes.

By waving his paw, Mordred gestured for Goda to come forward.

As if realizing something, Goda, who had become Imperial Warmaster, knelt on one knee, gazing proudly at Mordred, who had accompanied him as he grew up.

Mordred made no extra movements, simply taking off her scarf and handing it to the successor he and Russ had chosen.

The scarf on Mordred would have been just a small bib on Goda, but no one dared to ignore its presence.

Mordred patted the fluffy head and said:

"Young men, I'm leaving now. You are all fine young men who have inherited my surname. The empire is thriving, and I believe that with your abilities, you will definitely safeguard this foundation and carry it forward!"

I don't want any tragedy like siblings being infected with bacteria. We should communicate more about things; there's no conflict that can't be resolved.

As for you, Goda, can you shoulder this heavy responsibility?

"I will, I definitely will, teacher, please don't die!"

Don't worry, after you die, I will definitely hold the grandest funeral to commemorate you!

Mordred's lips twitched, his black nose twitched repeatedly, and his paws cracked loudly before he finally slapped him.

"You bastard, who said I'm dead? I just want to go home, back to my own time. Don't force me to beat you when I'm emotional."

Funeral? You believe I can make you eat your own seventh-day memorial feast right now? I'll give you a piece of my mind!

Alright, before we leave, here's a little gift for you. These are some manuals that my brother and I compiled based on the werewolf physique. Since you possess Psychic Power, you should make good use of them."

As soon as he finished speaking, several stone slabs were placed in front of the wolves: <Lion King's Flying Head Punch>, <Magnus's Protective Palm>, <Spacium Ray>, <Justice Swordplay>, and even a recipe.

Seeing that Russ was almost transparent, Mordred, after saying his final goodbyes, patted Goda's head and comforted him:

"I finally understand why I came here. Even in the distant future, you will still have a place here, although by then, you may be called Dog-men."

Best of luck, my forever proud disciple!

With a gentle breeze, the two figures, now reduced to ash, vanished with the wind like bubbles. The figure that should never have appeared arrived here, bestowing upon the diminutive werewolves a dream.

As they awoke from their reverie, Mordred and Russ exchanged a glance, both feeling a pang of sadness. But before they could process this emotion, they were interrupted by the arrival of the Trio who had heard the commotion.

"Father, something terrible has happened!"

"What's with this panic? Tom, all the Primarch have returned. If you tell me which Primarch you destroyed, I'll shove you inside Macro Cannon and shoot you out. Get me a glass of orange juice right now, and speak slowly."

Two glasses of chilled orange juice were served, one for each of the two brothers. Russ was fine, but Mordred had been craving it for 88 years; he really loved it.

"Speak, what is it?"

"It's nothing major. Three days ago, the Word Bearers sent an urgent telegram, asking you to go and plead for them. Apparently, it's about some Ultramarines attacking Perfect City?"

"Pfft~"

Before he could finish speaking, Mordred spat out the orange juice with pulp from his mouth and roared at Tom's neck:

"You Rebellious son, why didn't you say so sooner?"

"..."