Rejecting the Lion

Before long, Lion El'Jonson arrived before Yarrick with nine fleets of Orks the Boss.

"Honorable Primarch, praise be to your great power."

Yarrick had been dealing with Orks for a long time, but he was still somewhat surprised when he actually saw these Orks the Boss standing in front of him.

"Commissar Yarrick, according to my brother's Investigation report, you are very familiar with the Orks' combat style, so these Nine Fleets will be entrusted to you from now on."

"Please rest assured, sir, I will take good care of them."

After Lion El'Jonson finished speaking, he left immediately. He couldn't let those Orks speak while he was there.

Whether the title of "Green Can Big Boss" can remain a secret is no longer important; what matters most is his face as the Master of the Lions.

"Statham, you and your squad come with me."

"OI! Old One Eye! Who are we going to fight next?!"

As soon as Lion El'Jonson and his men left, the Orks the Boss couldn't contain their desire to fight.

"Orks the Boss, I know you want to fight, but Gork and Mork are more than just fighters."

"To be a qualified Orks, you not only need to be good at fighting, but also cunning, am I right?"

"Old One-Eye is right. So, what do you suggest we do next?"

"Now that you've become my underlings, you'll need a uniform insignia!"

"You mean a new clan?"

Yarrick was stumped by the Orks's question.

A new Orks clan—something just doesn't sound right.

But things have already come to this point, and the die is cast; a new clan is a new clan.

"Yes, that's right, you're Clever Head right, we are going to form a new clan!"

Yarrick barely managed to utter those words while suppressing the utter absurdity within him.

"What is our clan called?"

"I need to think about that carefully."

"What are you thinking, you Old One-Eye? From now on, our clan will be called the Cannon-Eye Clan!"

"We all call Old One Eye, we follow Old One Eye, we're Old One Eye lads, so our clan is called the Cannon-Eye Clan!"

"Waaaagh! Yes, we're called the Cannon-Eye Clan!"

What a terrible thing!

Yarrick felt a toothache just hearing the clan name.

But the Orks had already begun to plot, and he couldn't stop them.

"Alright, but I get to decide on the clan emblem!"

As he spoke, Yarrick took out the icon he had drawn long ago.

"Fine, I'll listen to Old One-Eye!"

After finally managing to get rid of the Ork Warboss, Yarrick felt a bit tired.

Firstly, he's getting old, and secondly, dealing with these Orks is really tiring.

And for some reason, these Orks basically don't think too much when dealing with me.

But none of that matters. What matters most now is that these nine fleets of Orks soldiers have become reinforcements for our side.

And now these Orks the Boss, who have just met Yarrick, are discussing the decorations for their new clan.

"I think we should have teeth. We're Orks, we absolutely must have teeth, and they have to be big enough!"

"Yes, you're right, we should have a gun hole in addition to our teeth! After all, we're the Cannon-Eye Clan, we should be just like the Old One Eye!"

"That's right, and we need that same outfit Old One Eye is wearing too!"

"And I heard that Old One-Eye is called something like Commissar, so we can be Commissars too!"

"Yes, yes, we're with Old One-Eye. Old One-Eye is the Commissar, and so are Commissar. We're the Commissar Boyz, and Old One-Eye is the Commissar the Boss!"

Three cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang; three the Boss together make one Old One-Eye.

Without Yarrick's knowledge, the Ork Warboss had already decided on the standard dress code for the entire Cannon-Eye Clan.

On Lion El'Jonson's tent, he looked at the small team of about twenty men in front of him, unsure whether to speak or remain silent, caught in a dilemma that left him feeling very uncomfortable.

"Lord Lion El'Jonson, what brings you here?"

"Here's the thing, Statham, when we first started the mission, you said you wanted to go into the Inner Circle with your brothers, and I approved that."

"Furthermore, I am now assembling my personal guard, and you are the best candidates."

Lion El'Jonson had already decided on a name: the Lion's Guard.

Regardless of which era they came from, once they join your Legion and become your guard, you'll take their surname.

It's easy to come, but easy to leave.

Hmph.

They can come, but they can't go!

However, when Statham and his men heard about Lion El'Jonson's idea of forming a guard, they didn't seem very happy; instead, they seemed rather uneasy.

Seeing their expressions, Lion El'Jonson became even more smug.

As expected, his personal charisma as the Gene-Father is still very strong. Even an unconventional Scions like Statham would feel awkward when faced with the honor of becoming a member of his guard.

They also feel awkward when faced with the honor of being part of their own guard.

"You don't need to feel awkward or panicked about this, Statham. You and your brothers are all excellent."

"I have witnessed your excellence in this battle."

But to Lion El'Jonson's surprise, Statham wasn't concerned about that.

"Lion El'Jonson Leon, you may have misunderstood us."

"As Nostramo-descended, we are well aware of our own merits, and becoming your guard is one of our highest aspirations."

"But esteemed the Boss, we are people from the Great Crusade era. We have our own Primarch, and you also have your Scions in this era."

"If we, people from the past, become your guards, it would be an overstepping of our bounds, which would be detrimental to the unity of the entire First Legion."

"Secondly, in all of our hearts, the Father of Night will always be the highest priority, so whether we stay or leave is entirely up to the Father of Night himself."

"And if I may be so bold, sir, based on our combat capabilities and overall assessment during the 30k era, we are not qualified to become the Primarch Guard."

"If you were to meet your younger self someday, we would feel very embarrassed."

"Of course, it's because we're not strong enough to be part of the Primarch's guard that we lose face."

"Therefore, sir, please forgive us, but we cannot agree."

Lion El'Jonson's fist hardened.

Along with his body, his temper also grew younger.

Fortunately, Lion El'Jonson has only transformed into a middle-aged man, so he can still hold back for now. If he were any younger, Statham would have already been sent flying.

"Get out of here! This never happened! Get out now!"

"Yes, sir!"

Statham led his squad away from Lion El'Jonson's tent, while Lion El'Jonson watched the curtains still fluttering.

Can I really see myself in my younger days?

If we actually meet, how should we interact?

Lion El'Jonson had come from his youth, so he naturally knew his own personality and way of doing things when he was young.

If not handled properly, a fight is inevitable, and it will be extremely fierce.

"Fate is cruel."

"The Boss, we're almost at Old One-Eye's territory!"

"Understood. Have our men prepare. As soon as they see Old One-Eye, start fighting!"

"Clear!"

As for Orks just gave the order was?

Without a doubt, he is Ghazghkull Thraka Salakka.

He brought his men specifically to find Yarrick.

He could sense that there was a super-sized waaagh here, absolutely no less intense than Armageddon!

That was the ultimate goal he, as the Boss the Orks, pursued throughout his entire life!

"Old One-Eye, let's settle this right here!"

On the Planet's surface, Yarrick, who was deploying defenses, suddenly sensed something and glanced at the sky.