Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 653 Giant Wolf and Lion (Three in One)

"I survived alone in the jungles of Caliban for ten years before I met Luther."

"It was he who brought me back to the civilized world of mankind and taught me human knowledge and culture. If it weren't for him, I might have always lived quietly in the jungle of Caliban."

"My name is Lion El'Jonson, which means Lion, Son of the Forest. This is the title Luther gave me."

"Maybe I've ignored him for too long."

The lion looked at the familiar scenes and couldn't help but feel unnecessary emotions in his heart.

He is not as cold-blooded as he appears. In fact, the lion's mind is extremely delicate and complex, but he is unwilling to reveal his secrets to anyone.

Even if that person is Luther, his adoptive father, his comrade-in-arms, and his brother.

"I was brought back to the Knights of Order by Luther, and I continued to learn and grow there."

"We are both the most outstanding knights in the Order of Order, but he is very charismatic, good at eloquence and managing the Knights, while I am more silent, and my strategic planning ability is far superior to Luther's."

"I wonder what kind of situation Leman Russ will encounter?"

"Is this guy going to mess up my Caliban?"

Ryan felt a little anxious, which came from his instinctive intuition.

He had no doubt that Russ could unify the entire Caliban with his own ability and charm.

No matter how much he criticized Leman Russ and how unreliable he thought he was, the Wolf King was, after all, an outstanding Primarch and his blood brother, and they were on the same level.

But he did not deny that Leman Russ was a complete barbarian, even though he had already seen through the Wolf King's disguise.

But Ryan knew that many times when a mask was worn for too long, it would stick to the face and could not be removed.

"Although both Fenris and Caliban are worlds of death, compared to the extreme natural disasters of the ice world, the threat of the behemoths on Caliban is more serious and dangerous."

"Those are not ordinary behemoths, but monsters created by the contamination of the warp."

Lion's Jonson survived alone on Caliban for ten years, fighting and slaying every kind of jungle beast and hunting top predators with pure physical strength.

Even with his original body, he had experienced countless near-death experiences.

These behemoths not only possess monstrous physical strength, able to rely on their own bodies to ignore artillery damage, but can also easily tear through high-strength alloy defenses with their fangs and claws.

When he followed Luther to join his Order of Knights, he quickly improved his wisdom and combat skills, and constantly lobbied and lured other knights to join their plan to conquer the behemoth.

After ten years of war, Ryan finally led the knights of Caliban to hunt down most of the behemoths.

Ryan only knew that there was a close connection between the behemoths and the subspace, and much of this information came from the mysterious hatted men on Caliban.

The Dark Watchers have a deep cooperation with the Dark Angels, and Ryan also has several hatted servants at his disposal.

"My only confusion is that in order to eliminate the threat of the behemoth to the people of Caliban, we had to destroy a special existence called the Sirius Knights."

"Maybe this time, I can find the Sirius Knights and ask them for their opinions."

"Simply killing cannot solve the problem, otherwise the universe would have been peaceful long ago."

"What I did in the past went to extremes and problems arose," Ryan reflected.

The Sirius Knights are an outlier of the Caliban Knights. They are opposed to the extermination of the behemoths and even propose that a certain number of behemoth groups should be artificially protected. This seems to be an incredible delusion to many people.

The Order is known for its learned scholars and vast libraries, and for their deep understanding of Caliban, Behemoths, and Chaos.

But for Ryan Johnson, who worshipped power at the time, these things were obviously useless. He only trusted the sword in his hand.

He eventually destroyed the order with his sword, sending them to hell with their ideals and stubbornness.

Ryan ran quickly through the jungle of Caliban according to the map in his memory. He was surprised to find that many ancient beasts that had lived there in the past had disappeared.

Those ancient behemoths can even be traced back to the dark technological age of mankind. They have survived thousands of years and tenaciously survived on Caliban.

They have a strong sense of territory and will hunt down anyone who invades their territory until they are dead.

During the ten years that Ryan lived alone, he once mistakenly entered the territory of a magic dragon.

The giant beast, which was over a hundred meters long, chased Ryan for several months until Ryan led it to the lair of another giant beast as big as a mountain, and then they started fighting each other.

"It seems that Russ and his men are making faster progress than I thought. Have they already pushed the front line to the Beiye area?"

Ryan squatted skillfully among the huge marks on the ground, carefully observing the signs of fighting and killing.

He saw a shocking sword mark on a huge stone wall. That kind of destructive power was not something the knights on Caliban could do.

Obviously, this was the trace left by Leman Russ, because this guy was using the giant sword in the same way as he used a battle axe, and Ryan Johnson couldn't help but frown when he saw it.

However, Ryan was a man who preferred action over thinking. He followed the traces of the Knights' battles and headed towards the distant northern wilderness.

He saw many remaining tissues or broken limbs of the giant beasts, and their bodies had been collected, apparently in preparation for collective destruction.

This was obviously a common practice of the Knights of Order. Ryan knew very well how they would deal with the corpse of the behemoth.

The reason why behemoths are terrifying is not only because of their extremely terrifying destructive power and combat capability.

When a giant beast of hundreds of meters long walks, even if it is just passing by normally, it may cause devastating damage to human monasteries.

More importantly, the genes and blood of the behemoth have the ability to contaminate other creatures.

According to ancient legends of Caliban, some knights with extraordinary luck are able to occasionally kill and bathe in the blood of a dragon, and the skin soaked in the blood is even tougher than specialized armor.

This is the manifestation of their human genes being contaminated by the genes of the giant beasts. Some individuals with more serious problems will even have horrific flesh and blood mutations such as hyperplasia of scales and growth of fur.

Those dragonblood knights will become more and more like the behemoths they killed, and even their thinking and self-positioning will begin to blur, and they will no longer regard themselves as pure human beings.

Even some weaker behemoths, after occasionally devouring the flesh and blood of powerful behemoths, will be affected by them and actively evolve and grow towards the source of their genes.

With his discoveries along the way, Ryan quickly arrived at the northern wild land of the planet Caliban.

Although the jungle teleportation ability he has now awakened and mastered has no direct effect on combat, it has greatly improved his mobility and movement speed.

In fact, this just makes up for Ryan's biggest shortcoming. He can't fly like Sanguinius, and he always needs some technological creations to make up for his mobility.

Now with the blessing of teleportation ability, Ryan can move more flexibly and quickly.

And Ryan felt that his teleportation was not just for one person. Even a combat team could be teleported to other places together through the forest passage.

"Finally found the sentinel of the Knights of Order."

Ryan's figure emerged from the forest mist, which entangled him, making it difficult for others to directly see the traces of the original body.

And in his sight, a Prayer Knight belonging to the Knights of Order, wearing a Caliban version of power armor, was clearing hidden threats in some open areas.

He passed by Ryan as if he saw nothing, but he didn't notice that there was a dark golden giant over four meters tall following him.

But the next second, this elite knight fell to the ground without any warning. Ryan skillfully tapped the back of his head with his fingers, making him fall asleep temporarily.

The lion gently scratched the knight's cheek with his nails. Instantly a drop of bright red blood oozed out and was stuffed into Ryan's mouth.

He closed his eyes and quickly flipped through the memories flowing in his blood.

If necessary, Ryan could even find the knight's childhood memories, even if he had forgotten them.

Blood and genes faithfully record everything, even though that information may never be perceived or understood by the original body.

"In the operation to destroy the behemoth, Luther reached a compromise on behalf of the Knights of Order and the Knights of Sirius. After negotiations, the latter recognized the legitimacy of the Knights Alliance's war against the behemoth."

"The Sirius Knights retreated to their monastery in the Northern Wilds and no longer interfered with Russ and Luther's actions in other places. However, they still claimed that the Northern Wilds were their inherent territory and no one was allowed to set foot in it."

Ryan finally determined the time, and he temporarily put aside his anxiety.

There's still time.

"But peace and truce are always temporary. As the war to clean up the giant beasts comes to an end, we will eventually have irreconcilable conflicts with the Sirius Knights."

"I have to stop this from happening. Lord Saltana, the leader of the Sirius Knights, cannot die no matter what."

Ryan thought about it and realized that if he left this kid here, he would most likely be dragged away and eaten by the low-level beasts in the jungle, so he slapped the young knight who was lying on the ground.

The Primarch's force was just right, and it immediately woke up the unconscious knight.

He immediately woke up, and after realizing that he was under attack, he immediately drew out the greatsword he had been holding tightly in his hand, and stared at Ryan with extreme vigilance.

Seeing the knight's attacking posture, Ryan was suddenly stunned.

He had just read the other person's memory, but instinctively deleted all the useless parts and only looked for information about Luther and Russ.

Otherwise, a person's life memory is too long and complicated, which will significantly reduce Ryan's thinking efficiency.

But now he suddenly felt that this person looked very familiar, and he must have seen him before.

The Primarch's memory immediately reminded him of the person's information, but he felt unusually uneasy.

"Take off your helmet, knight," Ryan ordered.

The young knight was a little confused. He was extremely wary of the giant in front of him, but he soon remembered a similar existence.

The leader of the Knights of Order, Grand Knight Leman Russ.

The blond giant in front of him had a very similar body shape to Leman Russ, with an inviolable majesty like a god, and he was even slightly taller than Leman Russ.

"I haven't heard that Lord Leman Russ has a brother?"

"Could it be that there are other airdrop pods that have fallen like this one and haven't been found yet?"

The knight said nervously, he knew that Leman Russ was not a native of Caliban, he came from a wider world.

But for some reason, when Ryan's voice rang out, he instinctively took off his helmet as Ryan instructed.

This is very strange. The giant in front of him has an undeniable aura that makes people involuntarily act according to what he says.

This was a young man with black hair and black eyes. He had a thin face with prominent cheekbones, and his thin lips were instinctively pursed together. His eyes were staring at Ryan's face with a piercing gaze.

Now Ryan completely confirmed his thoughts, he really knew the person in front of him.

He is Nemir.

In his own timeline, Nemiel became a glorious Dark Angels cleric.

He is an extremely special existence to Lion, because it was Nemir who stubbornly stood up to stop the actions of the Father of Genes when Lion tried to rebuild the think tank to fight the demons of the warp.

"My Lord, your actions violate the decree of the Council of Nicaea. The Think Libraries should be strictly prohibited, no matter what the circumstances." "I know that the Think Libraries may be effective against Warp Demons, but facts are facts. If you lift the ban on the Think Libraries, you will be betraying your promise to the Emperor."

"I swore an oath to the Emperor, and I am willing to die for it."

"If you insist, then please kill me."

In the face of Lion's cold gaze, Nemiel stubbornly insisted on his choice, even though this choice meant standing against his own Primarch.

He was undoubtedly a man of great courage, and most people in the world, even the Primarchs, would not be willing to face an enraged Lion's Jonson.

The furious Ryan unceremoniously punched Nemir's head off, leaving only a hollow hole on Nemir's neck. Blood gushed out, and under the huge chest pressure, it even splashed all over the ceiling of the cabin.

Ryan killed his own offspring with the force of thunder.

The lion's anger came and went quickly. Although he did not show it on the surface, he actually regretted his reckless behavior very much.

Nemiel was loyal, but his loyalty to the Emperor of Mankind was even greater than that to his own Primarch.

It is somewhat ironic that he has always claimed that the Dark Angels do not need rewards because loyalty is the greatest reward.

Ryan would occasionally silently miss Nemir and use this as a criterion to restrain himself from making the same reckless mistake again.

"Nemir..."

Young Nemir turned his ears in confusion. He seemed to hear the giant in front of him calling his name.

But, he never told the other person his name?

Ryan's solemn face calmed down a little as he looked at Nemir's youthful appearance.

At this point in time he was still just a Knight of the Order, the Emperor had not yet arrived with the First Legion, and he had not yet been transformed into a Dark Angel.

Nemier felt that the giant in front of him had a strange look in his eyes, as if he was looking at an acquaintance.

He also realized that Ryan didn't seem to have any ill intentions, otherwise, with the other party's strength, he would have been dead by now and would have no chance of waking up again.

"Take me to see your Grand Knight Commander Leman Russ."

Ryan said, and he emphasized those four words, which made Nemir even more confused.

"I'm his brother. Ruth will recognize who I am when he meets him."

"Just lead the way. I'll be responsible for anything that happens."

Nemir thought to himself that this was indeed the case. If the blond giant in front of him was really the brother of Lord Leman Russ, this matter was not something he could decide.

"You can call me Ryan, Nemiel," the lion said, "You are qualified."

"Lord Ryan." Nemiel respectfully performed the etiquette of a Caliban knight. "In the war against the behemoth, we had some friction with the Sirius Knights, and their leader, Lord Saltana, has personally come to our monastery, Oduruk, to protest."

The lion recalled the past. It was during this meeting that he completely broke off relations with the Sirius Knights and declared all-out war.

"Let's go now without delay." Ryan grabbed Nemir's arm and dragged him into the misty jungle like a chick.

Nemier looked at the flickering jungle phantoms around him in horror. It was obvious that this was not the wild jungle he knew.

"You're a psyker?"

The young knight immediately thought of his cousin Zahariel, who was also a mysterious psychic, but in comparison, Zahariel was so harmless.

These are two completely different levels of power.

Ryan did not answer Nemier's questions, because in the next second, they had arrived at the monastery of Oduruk, the headquarters of the Knights of Order.

Nemier suddenly felt his stomach churning, and the strong urge to vomit overwhelmed his will.

"You'll get used to it after teleporting so often, kid."

"You'll get used to it after spitting it out."

Ryan patted Nemir on the back and then motioned for him to move on.

The young knight took great effort to calm his stomach, and they hurried towards the huge circular hall of Oduruk.

Mist emanated from Ryan's body, and the two of them suddenly began to walk like ghosts.

Many elite combat knights and outstanding prayer knights of the Knights of Order appeared one after another, and at least a thousand people participated in this party.

These knights were all dressed in heavy armor, holding swords and carrying firearms passed down from ancient times. They walked into the circular hall in an orderly manner, followed by the knights' followers.

"This is the power of our Knights of Order. Only in this way can we intimidate those guys from the Knights of Sirius." Nemiir was very excited and proud.

Ryan was observing all this in secret. He knew very well that he and his other brothers were teleported to various worlds because they followed the Emperor to board the Spirit of Vengeance.

He went to Fenris, and Russ went to Caliban.

Where had Dorn, Jaghatai, Sanguinius, and Rosh Curze gone? He didn't know.

Ryan just instinctively felt that they were all in a more dangerous situation, even more dangerous than him and Ruth.

It was for this reason that these Knights of Order, who were so familiar to him, actually did not know Ryan at all.

Leman Russ held a grand welcome ceremony for the representatives of the Knights of Sirius. All the Knights of Order and the Allied Knights lined up in neat formations, awaiting the arrival of the guests.

Under everyone's attention, Lord Saltana brought three senior knights and rode several trained warhorses to Oduruk.

"How arrogant, the Knights of Order."

"It seems that this meeting will most likely end unpleasantly."

"Leman Russ is an arrogant man. It's difficult to convince him!"

Saltana despised Leman Russ's behavior. When he contacted the other party before, he had already emphasized that this meeting was only a private negotiation meeting.

But he was fearless, and accompanied by his three most trusted knights, they entered the grand prototype conference hall of Oduruk.

On one side, there were thousands of knights lined up in a mighty formation, and on the other side, there were only four knights following. The difference in style between the two sides was obvious.

Dressed in solemn black knight armor, armed with a long sword and a relic pistol, Leman Russ, who was over four meters tall, received Saltana meticulously.

The band and choir in the monastery immediately began to play music passed down from ancient times. According to records, it seemed to be precious relics found from ancient human immigration ships.

The stirring and magnificent music sounded, and after being amplified by the circular conference hall, it could be clearly heard throughout Oduruq, expressing the human spirit of courage to fight and perseverance.

However, at the moment when the two sides shook hands, Leman Russ suddenly raised his head and vigilantly looked around and searched in the crowded conference hall.

He felt an extremely familiar yet strange aura, which was just from intuition, because no suspicious person could enter here at all.

“You are distracted, Leman Russ,” said Saltana.

"What makes you anxious? Do you feel threatened by me bringing three knights with me?"

The hostility in the words of the leader of the Sirius Knights was obvious, but Leman Russ simply shifted his attention back to make up for his rudeness and did not feel angry.

He was a noble knight, a dignified general, and a serious ruler, not a country barbarian.

"I sensed a strange and dangerous aura. Of course, it wasn't coming from you."

"Excuse me, I wouldn't even frown even if you two came together. You're not qualified." Ruth told the truth.

"I held this meeting to mediate the friction and conflict between us."

Leman Russ's attitude was exceptionally humble, and his every move revealed his chivalrous demeanor.

Lane Johnson hid in his own fog and felt that the scene before him was absolutely ridiculous.

"Russ looked better when he was a Fenris barbarian. Now he is... just too damn pretentious."

The Lion King grumbled quietly, but Nemiel protested very strictly, not allowing him to criticize Leman Russ behind his back.

"My Lord, you must have the minimum respect for Knight Commander Leman Russ, even though you may be his brother."

"I believe that even if Lord Russ has other brothers, they are certainly not as powerful and dazzling as him. He is a unique leader and a follower of us."

"If you insist on slandering him, I will defend my position even at the cost of my life."

Nemir stuck his head out and retorted stubbornly with veins bulging. He looked just like when he stood in front of Ryan and refuted his decision to lift the ban on the think tank.

Seeing that Nemir, who was supposed to be his offspring, was now defending Leman Russ, Ryan couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Even in his unwilling heart, there was a sour feeling.

But he just couldn't say anything. Except for Leman Russ, no one else on Caliban could know him.

"You have betrayed your former alliance, Leman Russ. The Knights of Order have invaded the depths of the Northern Wilds to hunt the harmless beasts there."

"You must withdraw from the Beiye Land. That is the territory of the Sirius Knights. We are protecting the behemoths in the territory!"

Saltana spoke sternly, completely ignoring the angry looks of the Knights of Order around him.

On Caliban, humans and giant beasts are naturally in opposition. Those brutal and rampant monsters hunt humans wantonly, sometimes just for fun.

Behemoths possess a high level of intelligence similar to that of humans, and they can even derive pleasure from playing.

Every member of the Knights Templar has a natural hatred for the behemoth.

Like Nemiel and Zahariel, as well as the Grand Master of the Dreadwing, Redros, who had died heroically in the battle with Horus, their entire families were destroyed by behemoths in their childhood.

Their parents, brothers, sisters, relatives and friends were slaughtered and devoured by the brutal beasts, but they managed to escape.

Leman Russ's smile cooled.

Being looked at coldly by a Primarch was an extremely terrifying thing, even for one as proud as Saltana.

He instantly felt as if he was pierced by thousands of arrows, and the underwear on his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"I called you here to give you a warning."

"On Caliban, the Knights of Sirius do not have the final say."

"I give you face because I respect those of you who are scholars, not to give you the opportunity to jump up and down in front of me."

"Humans and behemoths are irreconcilable. Only one can survive on this planet!"

Leman Russ's voice was cold and biting, like the ice storms raging in the Fenrisian winter.

(End of this chapter)