What a handful this lord was!
Those people from the Sixth Legion still thought they'd become Leman Russ's gene-sons and turn into Space Marines like them!
Guys! You've got it all wrong. My future is with the Adeptus Custodes!
Leman Russ glanced at Axis with amusement. The kid had actually learned to worry about trouble!
But hadn't you told me you were born to fight? In that case, I'll make sure you get plenty of fighting from now on.
The Space Marines of the Sixth Legion nodded. Following the Wolf King's instructions, they immediately carried Axis's small, eye-shaped ship into the transport craft.
Soon, the other tribal warriors also boarded the Transport Craft arranged by the Emperor, while the accompanying personnel from the Adeptus Mechanicus of Mars began landing on Fenris in large numbers.
They would build a modern, mechanized infrastructure here. Their main task was to construct a large Space Marine monastery, which would serve as the Sixth Legion's base. They also needed to establish the means to transform Space Marines independently.
Before long, the Landing Craft rose into the skies above Fenris, slowly leaving the surface and entering space.
After mastering the Flight Technique, Axis often flew around, but he was still too young to go very high. He could only reach a few thousand meters and had never flown above ten thousand.
As the Transport Craft climbed higher, a snow-white planet appeared before Axis's eyes!
Fenris was truly beautiful!
After a dozen minutes of flight, the Transport Craft reached the Emperor's Dream, which was hovering in space above Fenris. It was the flagship of the Emperor, the Master of Mankind, on the Great Crusade.
It was also a Gloriana-class Battleship, though about half again as large as a typical one. Many Battle Barges, Destroyers, Cruisers, and Frigates surrounded it.
Once the burly warriors of Fenris boarded the Emperor's Dream, Tech-Priests from the Adeptus Mechanicus led them off for physical examinations. They were all to be transformed into Space Marines and implanted with the Wolf King Leman Russ's Gene-seed.
These native tribal warriors had all turned into curious children upon boarding the spacecraft, looking around at everything.
"Stop gawking and follow me. You're about to undergo the surgery to become Space Marines. If you pass the tests, the transformation will take five or six years," a Tech-Priest said.
As far as they were concerned, Fenris was a completely primitive world. Its human civilization was about as advanced as the Middle Ages, if not less.
"Warriors of the tribes, don't let them look down on you. Go and undergo the transformation. I hope every one of you will become my gene-son." Leman Russ nodded at them as he spoke.
"Roar!! For the Wolf King! We'll become your sons!" The tribal warriors thumped their chests and followed the Tech-Priests away.
Most of the warriors Leman Russ had brought were under twenty, and some had only just entered puberty. The success rate of their Space Marine transformations would be much higher.
As for the ten opportunities to perform Astartes Surgery on adults, with a hundred percent success rate, Leman Russ had decided not to use them for now.
"Please come with us. The great Primarch, the Emperor, is waiting for you." A Space Marine of the Sixth Legion gestured for them to follow.
Leman Russ nodded and followed the Sixth Legion Space Marines, bringing Axis along. Before long, they reached a magnificent hall at the center of the ship.
The Emperor, the Master of Mankind, sat high upon his throne. Beside him stood a group of guards about 3.2 meters tall, clad in golden armor and wielding Power Halberds.
These warriors were the Emperor's Adeptus Custodes. Wherever the Emperor went, they went with him.
Curious, Axis pressed his Power Level Scouter against the Emperor's Custodians to see how strong these golden corn cobs were.
A series of beeps sounded. They were quiet, but they still caught the attention of every Custodian present. However, they said nothing about a child's antics.
After all, he had been brought by the Wolf King, and the Emperor had said earlier that the Custodians would recruit a new member here. This kid had to be the one.
Power Level: 1,123. Power Level: 1,168. Power Level: 1,112. Power Level: 1,113. Axis tested four Custodians in a row.
Their Power Levels were all above a thousand. Each of them was at least a dozen times stronger than an ordinary Space Marine.
The Adeptus Custodes really were impressive.
Beside the Emperor stood a bald man about four meters tall. He wore pure white Power Armor and had a stern face.
"You've finally arrived, Leman Russ!
"Let me introduce you. This is your brother, the Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion, the Luna Wolves. He was the first Primarch I found: Horus." The Emperor smiled and nodded to Leman Russ, introducing the son beside him.
Horus was the son he was proudest of, the one he had always groomed as his successor. Both his fighting prowess and his talent for military affairs greatly pleased the Emperor.
Axis looked curiously at the four-meter-tall man before him. So this was the Emperor's true favorite son—the great filial son of the future, and the culprit who would put the Emperor on the Golden Throne.
"Hahaha! Greetings, brother!" Leman Russ greeted Horus with hearty enthusiasm.
But Horus merely rolled his eyes. To be honest, he couldn't bear to look at his brother's appearance. How could this barbarian be his brother?
And now that this fellow had returned, Horus was no longer their father's only son. To be honest, the thought made him uncomfortable.
Still, Horus smiled and nodded at Leman Russ.
"Greetings, brother!" Horus said with a smile.
The Emperor noticed Horus's change in expression. His first-found son, the one who had received the most of his affection, might feel a little uncomfortable now that a brother had returned.
Still, the Emperor believed Horus would soon get along with his new brother. The boy had never disappointed him.
"Russ! Before you returned, your Legiones Astartes were each identified by a number.
"Now that you Primarchs have returned, you can give your Legions new names. For example, Horus's Legion is called the Luna Wolves. What do you want to name your Legion?" the Emperor asked.
"Hmm! Father, I'll call my Legion the Space Wolves! That way, it'll have something to do with wolves, too," Leman Russ replied.
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