Then let's eat heartily together

Since Atlas's reconstruction plan was implemented, the Fenrisian used to be confined to the snowfields and watch the Dire Wolf baring their teeth, have been living a better life.

The saying goes, "To get rich, build roads first." After witnessing the industrial miracles of the Serenity 50 Worlds, Space Wolves was filled with envy.

However, due to the Space Wolves's bad reputation and poor relationship with the Adeptus Mechanicus, it ultimately handed over the entire infrastructure of the Fenris surrounding world to Atlas.

As the client, Space Wolves did not make the bizarre request for a multicolored black color; it simply proposed that the starport be built large enough.

After all, bigger is better, and more is always better. Don't let the savage appearance of the Space Wolves fool you; they're actually quite shrewd.

Due to its excellent geographical location, Fenris is situated at the intersection of the Sol Sector, the Misty Sector, and the Extreme Sector. With just a little development, it would be an excellent natural harbor.

Atlas couldn't possibly handle such a large order, so it had to be outsourced layer by layer to its good brother who was skilled at handling shoddy workmanship.

Furthermore, they shamelessly invited two legions: the Iron Warriors and the Imperial Fists.

Since rivals are enemies, the two legions, which were among the shortest in terms of height, arrived in Fenris. Upon seeing that their opponents were old acquaintances, their fighting spirit was immediately ignited, and they were determined to find out who was better.

And so, with Atlas coordinating, Space Wolves funding, and Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors battling it out, Fenris acquired a massive starport comparable to the rings of Mars.

The only drawback is that the style is rather mixed. Half of it is Germanic in style, which is quite heavy and austere; the other half is Greek in style, with all kinds of marble columns everywhere, some even carved with flowers. In the end, it was moved in by a group of Nordic barbarians.

Abstract art style doesn't matter, as long as it works! Space Husky doesn't care about anything fancy, it's all about practicality.

Space Wolves's idea was indeed correct. Relying on the starport hub, during the Rangdan Campaign, a massive amount of supplies were transferred to the Misty Sector via Fenris, which greatly boosted the economic development of the entire star system.

Although the world around Fenris could not compare to Serenity or Macragge in its subsequent development, it at least gained the ability to be self-sufficient.

Everyone criticizes Guilliman for Ambition, but everyone also envies Ultramar 500 Worlds; you could say they're incredibly jealous.

Today, a shipment was escorted from Serenity to Fenris under tight security, led by Mikhail Ivanovich, the commander of the 6th Captain of Atlas.

As a Legion veteran older than his Primarch, Ivan may not show off, but he is a ruthless figure in the Legion.

Like the original 19 Captain, before Mordred returned to the Legion, Ivan and his company were packed up and sent to Space Wolves.

He was even standing next to Roboute Guilliman when he returned. Because of his outstanding appearance and an astonishing height of 3.2 meters, he was immediately chosen by Roboute Guilliman and appointed as the company Captain of the Storm Wolf Great Company, who affectionately called him Big Ivan.

If Mordred hadn't returned, he might have become the Wolf Lord if he had stayed a few more years.

The most abstract thing is that, like other Captain, Ivan also took some local specialties with him when he ran away: a whole litter of Fenrisian Wolves, who were said to be descendants of the Wolf King's good brother.

Returning to his old employer now, it would be a lie to say he wasn't embarrassed, but luckily Ivan was shameless enough that he immediately knelt down upon seeing the Wolf King, shouting, "Father, your son has returned to see you!"

Looking at the obsequious Ivan, who was oscillating between maintaining his composure and breaking down, the Wolf King, after learning Atlas's little secret, finally forgave his abrupt departure.

"Ivan, what's in that box?"

"Godfather, this is a gift from my father to you, and also an insurance policy."

Taking the heavy little box, the Dark Angels would have checked it for bombs first, but the Wolf King was different. He smelled the Emperor's scent on the box, and it even smelled a bit spicy.

Anyone would be happy to receive a gift, and even the Primarch was no exception; the Wolf King immediately opened the treasure chest.

Looking at the Bai Zhi arm, which was vacuum-sealed and adorned with two cloves of garlic, Russ immediately recognized it as Mordred's arm.

If it were anyone else, receiving a severed limb for no reason would definitely cause panic, but Roboute Guilliman, who had fought Mordred one-on-one, knew that calling his Second Brother a human was a bit of an exaggeration.

What does this mean?

Ivan replied, "This dish is delicious, tender and juicy. Father, please enjoy it."

This is His Majesty's decree. My father also told me that I would understand once I saw this.

Eating one's own flesh and blood is always the most sacrilege act, but Russ, who had worked with Mordred for 88 years, knew that although his Second Brother was petty, stubborn, and prone to erratic behavior, he must have his reasons for doing so.

"Severing limbs to survive? Interesting. Second Brother, how many more things are you hiding from me?"

Without any hesitation, the Wolf King tore open the packaging and stuffed it into his mouth. First the flesh, then the blood, and even the Russ were not spared, being ground into pieces and swallowed bit by bit.

To be honest, Russ had experienced hardship and had eaten plenty of raw meat, but when he was gnawing on Mordred's arm, he only had one feeling: it was so sore that it made him shiver all over.

Luckily, he had two cloves of garlic to keep him from throwing up, otherwise he would have vomited after just two bites.

As the arm was swallowed whole, and after enduring the extreme physical discomfort, the Wolf King experienced a strange and indescribable sensation.

Emerald Lightning flashed, countless brilliant ideas were generated in his mind, and the whole world before him changed dramatically. Sparks of wisdom shone in Roboute Guilliman's eyes.

There is no rejection reaction. Mordred was originally made up of scraps from all the Primarchs and is perfectly compatible with any Primarch.

But just as Horus, after using Mordred's flesh and blood and being Chaos Energy Corruption, grew a thick head of golden hair, the Wolf King also underwent some strange changes, only not in his hair, but in his physical form.

This talent requires no learning; with just a thought, Roboute Guilliman, who was still in human form, transformed into a giant werewolf that was 5 meters tall.

Looking at Ivan, who used to be almost as tall as him but now only reached his chest, the Wolf King instinctively swung his claws.

With just a light touch, the spontaneously generated Decomposition Field shredded the beams and pillars.

Russ finally understood why Mordred disliked wearing Power Armor and preferred to act like a monster when fighting; humans have limits, but monsters do not.

Putting everything else aside, this imposing werewolf form alone possesses a pure numerical beauty. No matter what moves you use, one scratch from my claws and you're instantly killed—that's the power of numbers.

Russ thought to herself that she was a complete idiot for believing Mordred's nonsense, despite all her hard work and sweat.

This immense power compelled Russ to roar out loud, but he suppressed it as much as possible; wouldn't it be too embarrassing if his offspring heard?

Maybe I should find a secluded spot later and belt out a few lines!

So the question arises: why did the Second Brother do this? The Wolf King couldn't figure it out, so he immediately gave up thinking about it and decided to eat something first.

The changes were not only manifested in the Primarch; through the Warp activity of the Gene-Seed, Atlas's Idiot Virus began to spread unchecked throughout the entire Space Wolves.

Even more remarkably, some of the non-existent Space Wolves, who had been assigned to non-existent companies, miraculously stopped their agitation, and their eyes instantly became clear and foolish.

Such scenes are unfolding one after another in every legion. The vaccine called Fel Energy Corruption has been implanted, but while Ivan's Primarch, the Khan's job is much more difficult.

Looking at the enormous, round-headed, fat orange cat hissing wildly at everyone, the Khan, who was being held at gunpoint by the Dark Angels, was almost in tears.

"No, brothers, let me explain. Before we came here, my father told me that as long as I can overcome the wildness in my heart, I can definitely change back."

"Then why can't our father even speak?"

"How would I know? Why don't you pet his fur? Maybe he'll turn back."

The Khan was on the verge of tears, thinking, "How the hell should I know? How come everyone else is fine, but your dad has a problem? I'd like to know too!"

Perhaps it had breathed enough, for the fat, round-headed old man, overcome with laziness, curled up into a ball in front of everyone and lay down on the ground.

Having never witnessed such a scene before, the Dark Angels exchanged glances, then dragged the Khan along and followed.

"By the way, have you ever thought about this? Why did the Lion King turn into a fat cat? Even if it was a mutation, shouldn't it have turned into a Lion?"

The Khan's questions went unanswered; he was now a suspect, but he soon noticed something amiss in the eyes of the Dark Angels.

It was a strange look in his eyes, a mixture of smugness and hesitation. Among them, Astelan, the Legion Grand Master, was the boldest; he actually started masturbating his own Primarch.

Seeing that someone had gotten there first, the other Dark Angels also surrounded the lion and began to pet it. There were even a few little creatures wearing green robes that popped out and used an extra-large comb to groom the Lion King.

It was at this moment that it was later discovered that the big fat cat had a tuft of brown fur on its neck. It was indeed Lion, but it was so fat that it looked like a fat cat.

Perhaps it had been thoroughly satisfied by its offspring, and its wildness finally subsided. As a damp, thick fog appeared, the once-giant fat cat stood upright and began to slowly shrink.

Looking at his father with his unfriendly expression and the group of Dark Angels who hadn't yet realized what was happening, he didn't know whether to put his hand down or raise it, afraid of provoking the lion and being dealt with.

The Lion King also felt a little embarrassed. Although he couldn't speak while in the third-person perspective, he could still see the Outside World. But when his offspring petted him, he shamefully felt pleasure and even made gurgling, shameful noises.

For Lion, who was always strict with himself and others, this was a disgrace. But seeing the cautious yet slightly regretful look in his offspring's eyes, the Lion King finally replied:

"This will not happen again!"

The Dark Angels scattered in all directions. Perhaps because they had consumed Mordred's flesh and blood, the Idiot Virus had neutralized some of Lion's savage nature, making him wonder if he had been too harsh on his offspring before?

But he quickly put that idea out of his mind and grabbed the Khan, who was stuffing the robed figurine into his backpack.

"Boy, you said your father sent me to Macragge, so what is his purpose?"

Normally, the Khan shouldn't have said anything, but he suddenly felt an itch in his head. If he didn't tell the truth, something bad might happen.

This intuition has allowed the Khan to escape from the battlefield several times. After hesitating for less than 0.3 seconds, he replied directly:

"Fealty is the greatest reward, and now is the time to prove Your Highness's Fealty to His Majesty."

Their eyes met, Lion King seemed to understand something. It must have been his father who told him to be wary of that Ambition Guilliman. Yes, that was it. Everything made sense now.

Guilliman, far away in Macragge, thought the same thing, but unlike the other Primarchs who underwent more or less changes, Guilliman remained completely unchanged.

Inside the small dark room inside Guilliman's body, where there was originally only a storm of gold and blue, a bright green orb has now been added.

But none of that matters. What matters is that every Primarch contains a lump of snow.

Meanwhile, as the curtain gradually rises, the four chess players on one side of the Veil have also prepared their chips. This is not only a gamble for the Four Merchants, but also a high-stakes bet for countless Warp Entity.

This time, however, the golden figure was missing from the bustling Warp.

But for the Emperor, a so-called high-stakes gamble was just part of his daily routine. If he was going to play, he'd play big; even if it meant risking his underwear, he'd do it.

Unlike before, this time he was no longer fighting alone.

"Hehe, I'm determined to win!"*5