Was it not enough that you defiled the souls of my sons? Must you desecrate their corpses as well?
Seeing the smile on Shalltear's face, Leman Russ was enraged!
The Primarch's emotions became a gale that swept forth. Rather than fear it, Shalltear's smile only widened. Under Ainz's tutelage, she had learned that calmness was an essential quality of the strong. If one allowed emotion to consume them, they would expose a fatal opening.
Yet Shalltear's understanding of the Primarchs was still far too shallow. A Primarch's fury was not merely a violent emotional fluctuation; it was also the fierce burning of the soul! Leman Russ swore he would avenge his sons!
"You must die..."
A low growl emerged from the Wolf King's throat. Shalltear instantly felt that her spear could move again, and she exerted all her strength to drive it deeper. The spear's sharp tip sliced Leman Russ's mouth and tongue.
"I can already taste your blood..." Shalltear licked her lips. The Primarch's blood was surprisingly delicious; merely a drop or two was enough to intoxicate her. If she could bite down on the Primarch's neck and drink deeply, Shalltear believed she would become drunk on blood.
Hmph... did she think my blood was so easily consumed?
Leman Russ looked disdainfully at Shalltear's excitement. He deliberately brought his tongue closer to the spear, letting more blood flow for the weapon to draw and deliver to Shalltear.
One drop, then two, quickly became one mouthful, then another!
Leman Russ's frigid bloodline, awakened upon Fenris, was no mere boast! Shalltear's complexion instantly turned blue-purple. Frosty breath spilled from her mouth, and her once-steady hands began to tremble.
Now!
Leman Russ charged forward violently. He opened his jaws wide and tilted his head aside, allowing Shalltear's spear to cut through his