Wolf King VS Red Angel

On board the Hrafnkel.

Francis and Leman Russ arrived at the Navigator's workspace and saw a man before them. Francis couldn't help but sigh. "Sigh~ This is fate."

He had expected to see a three-eyed female Navigator, dripping with sweat as she piloted the battleship.

"Was he the one who steered the ship to the Ork planet before?" Francis continued to ask.

"No, that person exploded into a pile of meat on the spot. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have known how long it would take to reach our destination."

Whenever he thought about it, Leman Russ felt like he was dreaming.

Then he saw Francis gradually approaching his Navigator. The Navigator, who was preparing to pilot, also noticed this.

Just as he was about to speak, Francis covered his mouth with his hand. Then, he heard Francis's gentle voice.

"Young Navigator, do you have a dream?"

Navigator: ???

Leman Russ: ...

"Young Navigator, don't you want to possess even greater navigation abilities?"

"Don't you want to conquer that dangerous Warp Storm?"

"Don't you want to be the king among Navigators? A man who becomes the Navigator King!"

Francis's voice echoed in the air. The Navigator looked at him blankly, muttering, "Navigator King! I can become the strongest Navigator in my family!"

At this moment, Leman Russ grabbed the Navigator and pulled him behind him, his face darkening.

"Francis, what are you doing? I only have one Navigator left. I can't have you messing around with him!"

"...What could happen to me? It's just a small experiment, drawing some blood."

"After all, it was because the previous Navigator's abilities were insufficient that the incident occurred. I just want to improve his abilities."

Seeing Leman Russ's expression gradually soften, Francis sighed. "Actually, it would be even better if I could get a piece of flesh along with it. Just one piece is enough, we have growth agents so it heals quickly."

"...You can forget about that. I'll let you draw some blood at most."

Watching Leman Russ and Francis haggle, the Navigator, the main subject, kept pointing at himself, unable to speak.

After successfully obtaining the Navigator's blood and a palm-sized piece of flesh, Francis happily went to the laboratory.

The Navigator sat half-reclined in the pilot's seat, his right buttock slightly raised, the skin still too tender.

He looked up and asked, "Respected Lord Leman Russ, is Francis really alright?"

Leman Russ patted his shoulder and sighed. "Probably. I hope it's not too scary."

In the laboratory.

Francis lifted a wine glass, the Navigator's blood swirling within, a deep amber color like blood red.

Smooth on the entrance, a line down the throat. A slight stickiness, with a hint of sweetness, but as it reached the throat, a faint scent of decay could still be detected.

"Does this kid like to eat sugar? How can it be so sweet!"

As Francis was complaining, a wave of genetic information emanated from the blood.

"Navigator Gene, Liyata"

"Likes cousin-in-law."

"Born on Terra, Navigator family."

"Psykers, Warp navigation, release primal Warp energy."

"..."

At this moment, Francis felt an itch on his forehead, flesh churning.

Poof~

Suddenly, Francis's vision went black, then brightened again. He could feel an eye growing on his forehead, and the space around him seemed to have gained some small white dots.

When he randomly pulled open one of the white dots, a seductive sound directly emanated from it. Francis's eyes widened to their absolute limit, and he quickly closed the white dot.

Francis's heart was still pounding, and he muttered, "As expected, Chaos's desire to harm me is unending. Truly terrifying!!"

Just then, Leman Russ walked in and immediately saw Francis with a flushed face. He worriedly asked, "Francis, how are you?"

Francis waved his hand, his brows tightly furrowed. "I was just caught off guard by a Chaos sneak attack! But it's alright, if they target me, it means I'm doing the right thing!"

Leman Russ looked at him, filled with emotion. For the Imperium, Francis was truly amazing!

He had doubted Francis just now, how damnable!

"Don't worry, last time was just an unforeseen event. This Navigator is much more stable than the last one. He's been piloting for several years!"

Francis waved his hand. "Uh, okay. Then I'll research something else. Don't interfere."

Before Leman Russ could say anything, Francis pushed him out.

"Alas, my will is still not firm enough. I must overcome this weakness!" Francis couldn't help but mutter.

Saying that, he opened another one of the white dots from before.

He immediately closed the white dot again, as it turned out to be two males this time!

Francis: "..."

He didn't believe it and tried again multiple times, but each time it wasn't the original location. In the last attempt, he even saw a green soup pot from afar.

"Forget it, if I keep looking, I might end up in the pot myself! Then I'll really be self-serve ingredients." Francis gasped, that would be too ominous.

For the next period of time, Francis could only focus on crafting new weapons.

"First, pour in the Navigator's blood, gene supplements, and Viskian genes, then add targeted stripping, mutation factors, targeted chimera..."

"Then stir well~ hehehe!"

Francis poured these things into the incubator, then began to continuously stimulate growth and constantly edit genes.

Time ran wild like a runaway wild donkey.

Until a few days later, they landed safely on Mal Koya.

Leman Russ looked at Francis, a shiver running down his spine. "This is what you've been pondering these past few days."

"That's right. Don't let its ugly appearance fool you, this thing is incredibly powerful."

As he spoke, Francis twisted a button on his arm, and countless pairs of Navigator eyes opened on the greenish-blue bio-armor he wore.

Everyone: "..."

"You'll understand when the time comes," Francis waved his hand.

Hiss~, the ship's door opened.

Before they could even step out, they saw a large number of World Eaters Astartes rushing towards them. The two sides stopped about a hundred meters apart.

A path was quickly cleared behind the World Eaters, and Angron, clad in the Armor of Gorgon, walked out. He cast a brutal gaze at Leman Russ.

"Yo! Isn't this Leman Russ, the one who runs errands for the Emperor?"

"What? Does the great Emperor have any more instructions for me?"

Seeing Angron's listless state, Leman Russ's temper flared, and he roared, "Angron, watch your mouth! That's our Father!"

"I'm here to tell you that Father has decreed that you are no longer to install Butcher's Nails on the World Eaters! And you are to return to Terra with me."

"Don't you know that many World Eaters have died from installing these things?"

The Butcher's Nails on Angron's head began to act up again, writhing constantly. The intense pain made Angron incredibly agitated as he snarled, "You don't understand! If they can't even withstand the Butcher's Nails, then they aren't worthy of being World Eaters."

"They won't be as weak as you Space Wolves!"

Hearing this, Leman Russ's anger ignited. "Say that again!"

Angron felt his head splitting. Having spoken so much, he could barely stand it. He roared, "Leman Russ, are you all talk! If you have the guts, come and fight me!"

Leman Russ roared back, "You're asking for death!"

With a roar from both sides.

Angron, like an enraged beast, lunged at Leman Russ, swinging his chainsword axe. The saw teeth of the chainsword glinted coldly under the sun, and every friction with the air erupted with a deafening roar.

Leman Russ, unafraid, swung his massive battle axe, meeting Angron's attack with astonishing speed and power. Each collision of axe and chainsword erupted with brilliant sparks, as if to set the desolate planet ablaze.