Their deaths were meaningless.

He breathed.

"boom!"

Through the hissing electronic sound of the communicator, the captain of the "Sword of Numac" was pleading in Jonson's ears. He was pleading for revenge and permission to fight back. Anyone could hear the tone in his voice.

What terrible anger he exuded, and how much patience he used to suppress this anger.

Yolin adjusted the angle of the fortune-telling box and turned it in another direction: a direction that he didn't like, but he never had to worry about or take precautions against.

In the chaos, only Tyrant Duran's almost never-ending piercing scream still echoed in every corner.

[Please wait a moment on your battleship.]

Countless shouts like these rushed from the mouth of the Space Wolf's Primarch, echoing in the room like thunder in the valley.

But in the next second, the most violent roar belonging to Leman Russ overwhelmed all the sounds. This roar was not directed at other people, but at Leman Russ's own heirs and warriors.

His attitude suppressed all voices eager to continue the conflict, and then he took a deep breath.

A terrible thought came to his mind.

【Are you fucking crazy!】

He tried his best to calm down.

Then, Jonson heard the roar. It was not the roar of Leman Russ, but the roar of Jolin, Blackblood, Bravier and all the Space Wolves. They were all roaring, roaring, and clamoring for blood debt.

Blood payment.

Including his descendants.

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【What are you doing!】

Zhuang Sen slowly raised the communicator, put it to his lips, and whispered the order. The unquestionable voice naturally overshadowed the request of the "Sword of Numac".

Finally, at a certain moment, his dull complexion got better.

Until this time, a disaster occurred.

【You are attacking my heirs! Your companions!】

He saw it.

In this superficially loose but actually harsh legion system, there are only two types of people who can stay outside the power of Leman Russ. One is the Wolf Priest. Their identities determine that they need a fearless position.

To give suggestions and advice to the officers, and the second type is the most special unit in the entire Sixth Army.

As for the Dark Angel battleships that kept bypassing Duran's flagship, he did not take care of them. Under the wolf Lord's constant roars and orders, the [Esrumnir] withstood the last firepower of Duran's fleet and

The Dark Angel's continuous communication requests sent out two rounds of fatal light spears, sending the huge prey in front of him to the eternal Hades.

The whole ship and its wolf master screamed and turned the steering gear and direction, intending to find the next prey.

He has never been so scary.

Behind it, the Dark Angels' capital ships were adjusting their directions one by one, aiming their cannons and the thickest armor at the Space Wolves' fleet. Even in the most distant place, the [Indomitable Truth]

It has also slowly started its main engine.

"You little bastards! Get moving!"

【You have been wronged.】

【Leon Jonson! My brother!】

Yolin was roaring. He was completely confused by this inexplicable blow. The Wolf Lord rushed to the divination box and searched Duran's direction carefully, but did not see any enemy ships that could issue such a threat.

.

[Our enemy is Duran! Not each other! If you want to go crazy! Don’t go crazy at this time!]

Then, he heard silence.

It is the Thirteenth Dalian Company that has caused a huge disaster right now.

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【You are committing murder!】

【Can.】

Morgan could see a deliberate smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and along with his smile was the deep, restrained, cultivated voice of the Primarch, but he did not hide his acrimony and contempt.

Zhuang Sen was quiet. He still didn't say anything. The Primarch just nodded slightly and let his face return to the shadows.

The Space Wolves' fleet also clearly sensed that something was wrong on this side. The [Nidhogg] had discovered the dangerous situation of its brother and was rushing towards the [Esrumnir] at all costs, and

On the public channel of the communicator, the emergency communication between ships that should have been in chaos due to the war suddenly exploded because of the sudden murder. All the Space Wolf battleships roared and questioned, and several

Hundreds of messages are rushing in the channel in a chaotic manner, making it difficult to hear any sound.

The Supreme King of the frozen world introduced the customs of the home planet into his legions and gave them the name [Space Wolves]. The old atmosphere of indifference and blood began to change due to the order of the Gene Father. The woodcut

The decoration of poems and animal skins covered the blood-stained walls. The Sixth Legion soon became a representative of rudeness and barbarism in the eyes of mortals, but it also gradually washed away the indiscriminate killings of the past, turning those impulsive desires into something

Heroism and open-mindedness create a soul unique to the Space Wolves.

At this moment, he was so terrifying, yet so quiet and elegant.

The lion of Caliban did not answer immediately. He just looked at the electronic projection quietly, watching [Esrumnir] swaggering through the burning ruins, as if he were a pure and innocent savior, who belonged to

In his infinite glory, he enjoys everything that is natural to him.

For a moment, the two Space Wolf battleships lay side by side in the center of the battlefield, losing the power to continue fighting and sailing. In the endless void, only the endless smile of Tyrant Duran surrounded them.

they.

Yolin's emotion cannot change anything.

No one noticed that the Dark Angel fleet, which had been communicating continuously, seemed to have fallen into a strange and strange silence.

【Discipline?!】

One hundred and eighty Dark Angels, they come from the [Indomitable Truth], from the [Sword of Numac], from the best formations of the second, sixth and ninth knights, from

Terra and Caliban come from countless journeys filled with honor and sacrifice.

"Keep heading! Speed ​​up!"

"I make a request of you."

"What the hell is going on!"

Afterwards, everyone on the public channel could hear Leman Russ's low, slow, and even as soft voice as possible.

【What on earth are you doing! Stop it!】

They may have been fighting for the Emperor's cause before the great crusade began. They may have served under the Emperor and listened to his guidance and command. They may have never fought against the enemy in countless battles in the past.

I have suffered setbacks and failures before.

The same is true for his descendants.

He must stay calm.

unless……

【I will go to you personally...to apologize.】

As soon as these words fell, the public channel connecting hundreds of warships suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Johnson laughed.

His brother is not a Space Wolf after all.
Chapter completed!