This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 578 Lion King: I Want to See the True Lord of the Space Wolves

This is never what I wanted.

As the first son of the 40k Dawn Era, the eldest son of God, and the Supreme Grand Mentor of the First Legion's Dark Angels.

Since awakening from what was a momentary ordeal for his brothers in the Wings of Dawn, but an eternity for him, Ryan had imagined countless times the scene of reuniting with his old brothers.

From his schadenfreude towards Guilliman to his composure towards Corax, his brother who had almost never left, and his choice to face the past, the gap between himself and the Astartes, and the desires rooted in his heart, it means that in addition to bearing the immense pressure of the Emperor, Ryan is also reflecting.

Or rather, after letting go completely, Ryan found that the world was truly forgiving towards him.

He could simply state his demands directly, and everyone could communicate and reach an agreement, instead of putting on an act every day and putting on a bitter and resentful appearance.

He could have simply confessed his secret, and everyone could have worked together to solve it, instead of keeping the secret to himself and then having to swallow the bitter fruit of it.

He could easily take up his sword again, command the legions, and shed the shackles that were never meant for him or his warriors, to become the pure Primarch he had always sought.

Ten thousand years later, he is still that invincible lion.

Even more powerful.

He was still able to strictly demand of himself to adhere to the noble principles that had served as constraints in the past, and after everything collapsed, he did not resort to the most extreme methods to cover it up.

Ryan could simply say he doesn't need to force himself to do things he's not good at, and instead do what he's best at, and win everyone over with his actions.

Including the Dark Angel.

Ryan looked ahead.

Ruth had now walked halfway down the corridor, the giant wolf, now a spirit, still clinging tightly to his feet. He was accompanied by more than seventy warriors, each bearing the marks of a fierce battle.

They are all familiar faces.

Logan the Wolf Lord, Ajak Stonefist, Ragnar the Young Wolf Lord, and other Wolf Lords and Rune Priests from Dalian. The wizard who was always a member of the team was inexplicably absent.

Some people were not wearing helmets, revealing their tattooed and adorned faces, while many others still wore bloodstained helmets, their faces hidden behind communication grilles.

Accompanied by the trembling of flesh and the dull thud of armor clashing, the wolves' innate chaos seemed to overwhelm them, trembling incessantly, swaying their bodies as if in defiance.

As the hosts, whether they came from Caliban, Terra, or the Dark Angels from ten thousand years in the future, they stood facing them head-on without backing down. Their formation was neat and solemn, and they gripped their longswords with a rebuking posture, resolutely and yet with restraint demonstrating their protection of the Primarch.

A genuine, heartfelt respect.

Ryan can lead them to victory, just as always.

As for their achievements, their families, and their status as entities outside of Astartes, those more adept at such matters will take care of them, leaving them with no further worries.

They gallop along the edge of the galaxy, their achievements etched into monuments and placed in the void symbolizing the empire's borders. They descend upon the pinnacle of a prosperous world, peering into the rotten core beneath the glitter and destroying it.

At this moment, they stepped into the subspace and faced the armies of gods that had previously existed only in myths and legends.

They are much more than that; they can do even better.

Just like him now.

suck~
"If you really call Master Ya over, then things will get interesting."

In his mind, Ramses was still laughing and joking.

The Wolf King's words were incredibly thoughtless, especially in the eyes of those in the know.

If Ryan were to immediately send a portal through the air and say, "Arthur, Lemanrus is looking for you," you'd see if Lemanrus would crack open and be finished.

As everyone knows, if something really blows up, the wolf king himself is the one who can't clean up the mess.

"I'm not coming."

Arthur thought this was too disrespectful to the Lion King, even though the Lion King hadn't shown him much respect when they first met.

But respect is mutual.

The Lion King now respects him as the leader of the legion, so he should naturally reciprocate with equal respect.

The vast legion can accommodate two rulers, as long as the legion has one voice.

"These are Ramses's data."

After reviewing Ramses's analysis of the projection of the gods' power from the faceless heavens, Arthur handed the reviewed documents and detailed data to Ryan.

"Nurgle has learned his lesson and is withdrawing his power projection. A direct attack will be difficult. Khorne has always advised against direct conflict. We can prioritize the other relatively weaker targets. Our core objective is to expand our influence in the warp. The core targets are the Goddess of Life, the Sword of the Old Woman, the Dorne clues, and the Vorkan resurrection artifact. The rest is up to you to decide."

Arthur wasn't really worried about Ryan's fighting ability, nor was he worried that Ryan's mentality would be ruined by such a small matter and affect the overall situation.

Anyway, the front line is in your hands. We don't care how you fight, and we won't interfere with the rest.

I believe you can handle your responsibilities well by simply taking practical actions.

Ryan felt an unprecedented sense of comfort with this process.

That's right, that's how war should be fought. You never need to worry about anything outside of the war. Who can manage to care about the mental health of their offspring, develop their home planet, secure good treatment for their offspring, and then fight against all sorts of forgotten monsters and demons in the universe under the emperor's whip?

Call ~
Arthur and his brothers flashed through his mind, followed by plans and arrangements for the war. Ryan exhaled a breath of stale air.

So Ryan let it go.

Just like the Dark Angel himself, he can pursue what he wants without hesitation.

The past, secrets, and shame are no longer things to dwell on.

That's just how it is.

but!

just now!

Right now!

Caliban, the Stone Fortress, before the solemn temple.

After Lemanrus uttered that earth-shattering greeting, no one spoke again, and no one even dared to breathe heavily.

The air itself fell silent.

Ryan focused his gaze, and the exhaled breath made him even more focused, his eyes now pure and free of all other thoughts.

He looked at the newcomer with pure anger.

That beast, seemingly emerging from Ryan's past fears, outwardly embodies the madness that plagues his dreams; it is both the destroyer and the creator disguised as the destroyer, the purest and the wildest of all.

Ryan was jealous of that.

He could not learn Lemanrus's composure.

They wouldn't be as outrageous as him!

"Leman Russ!"

The lion opened its mouth.

Blood boiled, and he rebuked them sternly.

It seems that the cultivation of inner strength, honed over thousands of years, has completely collapsed at this moment.

“Every time I try to show you a little respect, you speak up!”

"Want to fight?"

Seeing the unprecedented sparks that erupted between the two legion leaders upon their first meeting, Dark Angel Ravenwing Grand Master Samuel turned to look at the veterans of the Great Expedition in his legion.

Although he disliked such farces occurring during a war, upholding the dignity of his own Primarch was equally important.

This wolf king is simply a barbarian with absolutely no manners.

What do you mean by summoning the true Lord of Dark Angels to see me?
Is it even appropriate to say such things? Although I've read through history and know that the relationship between the lion and the wolf king is delicate, this is still going too far.

Lord Ramses often commented that the Wolf King was very intelligent, but after playing the role for so long, he really did get a little too involved in it.

Samuel looked indignant. He had a good relationship with many of the rough but shrewd wolves, but Lemanrus's behavior was clearly displeasing to the younger generation.

Although Samuel grew up under the guidance of the Lord of Knights, he held the current Lion in the same esteem, after all, the two Primarchs had a clear division of responsibilities and each performed their duties impeccably.

As for the conflict between the two Primarchs and which one he should follow?

There's no need to bring up untenable assumptions.

Otherwise, would we have to act like the Dark Angels of the past, making a huge fuss over every little thing, like jumping up and tearing a hole in the sky before patching it up?

"Give it to the lion."

Koswayne, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned. He glanced at the command center inside the boulder, which was still operating at high speed, and looked ready to watch the Wolf King's performance.

The veterans of the Great Crusade era around them were the same, entrusting everything to the Primarch with the same composure as the lions, without worrying at all that these two old rivals might delay the battle again because of their fighting, just like ten thousand years ago. The legions below were fighting the aliens, and the wolf king and the lion king were fighting in the sky. It was all so abstract.

Even a scholar who has been away for three days should be viewed with new respect, let alone a scholar who has been away for ten thousand years.

"Want to fight?"

Seeing Ryan stride forward angrily, in a manner that other Astartes could hardly detect with the naked eye, Leman Ruston immediately showed an expression of satisfaction.

I knew it! When did that gloomy, stubborn, cold, moody, unsmiling, and unpredictable Ryan become so amiable?

It turned out to be all an illusion.

Clang~
The Wolf King casually tossed the Spear of Dionysus aside, opened his arms, and prepared for a long-awaited showdown with his good brother.

Seeing the lion whose blood pressure had been nearly spiked by just a few words, and the surrounding dark angels who were indignant, Bjorn, as if the wolf king was beyond saving, shielded the wolf king in front of him and decided to leave everything to the two adults to handle themselves.

Beneath the distorted and unpredictable sky of the subspace, everyone stared intently, their hearts pounding with apprehension, watching for anything that might happen next.

Call ~
A fierce wind blew Lemanrus's hair, which was mixed with blood.

Lemanrus revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

Nearly.

Silently, a strange heat flowed in the air, as if an unnatural sense of mania had surged between the two of them at the same time.

Ruth leaped up and charged forward without hesitation, roaring with fury, just like ten thousand years ago, as he slammed his fist into the center of his brother's breastplate.

Unexpectedly, unlike the familiar scene of the lion retaliating thousands of years ago.

Ryan effortlessly dodged Lemanrus's attack and then walked behind him as if he hadn't seen him.

It was as if he had completely ignored the brother he had taken seriously just a moment ago.

Boom!

With a movement so subtle that even Astartes couldn't see it, a loud clang rang out, and a hole appeared in the ground.

Lemanrus blinked.

Ryan continued walking behind Lemanrus.

Lemanrus instinctively took a few steps back and quickly stopped Ryan.

Ryan first met the other's blue, one-eyed gaze, then glanced at the emptiness behind him.

"So this is why you provoked me?"

The Lord of Caliban sighed, "Just as I expected, what a disappointment."

What's with that self-righteous look on your face?

Leman Russ was furious, but the scent emanating from the air just meters away told him that the person in front of him had no fighting spirit and had not lost control because of his provocation.

This forced Lemanrus to abandon his provocative stance.

As Ryan watched Lemanrus awkwardly back down after being ignored, the resentment hidden beneath the banner of the Great Expedition was laid bare by his increasingly relieved heart and cleared blood vessels.

Lemanrus awkwardly pursed his lips, wanting to speak, but something just didn't feel right.

However, it was clear that Ryan, whose welcoming ceremony had been ruined, would not give his opponent a second chance on the battlefield, and instead went straight to Bjorn.

“You should step aside, brother. I need to meet with Bjorn to discuss the next strategic plan.”

Faced with the wolf king blocking his way, Ryan calmly said, "I know you've just returned and want to make your voice heard, but these provocations will only delay what we're doing."

As is well known, because he is actually quite reasonable at heart, Lemanrus has always been someone who responds better to gentle persuasion than force.

If you adopt a calculating and manipulative attitude and try to pull him along, the shrewd man will immediately shout "I am a barbarian!" and rush over to beat you up, forcing you to submit by force.

If you act rudely and start a fight with him, he'll be just as rude and immediately throw a punch to determine who's the boss.

However, if you reasonably adopt a businesslike attitude, are busy with your own affairs, and genuinely believe that Lemanrus's current posture is useless except as an obstacle, then it's his turn to be in a bind.

In fact it is.

"The great eldest son of the whole father."

The anticipated conflict did not materialize. Nostalgia, joy at the changes in the lion, and dissatisfaction with the wolf king still living in the old version of the situation converged into extremely complex emotions. Bjorn bowed to Ryan and said auspicious words, trying to salvage the wolf king's plummeting favorability in the other's eyes.

"No gift."

Ryan waved his hand, then signaled Bjorn to bring the Space Wolf command system and follow him.

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As they watched Ryan lead Bjorn into the command room of the Great Stone Fortress, they exchanged views on their understanding of the warp and the actual losses of their combat forces.

I glanced at the Dark Angels who had taken time out of their busy schedules to watch the Wolf King's performance and then dispersed, along with the Space Wolves who had gone with them.

Now it was the wolf king's turn to be embarrassed.

He stood in the crowd that was surging again, but no longer because of him, and felt completely out of place.

But since he was the original body, even amidst the bustling crowd, every passing gaze would linger on him for a fleeting moment, seemingly close yet distant.

He awkwardly shifted his position, finding a spot that wouldn't obstruct the messenger's passage or block the commander's view. He wiped the smelly wolf pelt off his body and tried to hide himself in a corner.

Amidst the praises of his brothers, such as "You've grown up, boss," "Well done, boss," and "That's how the wolf king should be disciplined," he was deeply moved.

"Humph--"

Ryan gave a soft snort.

Let's have a proper fight with Lemanrus after the war is over.

He picked up a battle report, and his mind instantly conjured up the vast amount of affairs behind it.

And have Romulus and Guilliman always been short of people?

Should we bring over this good buddy of mine, who's gotten addicted to playing barbarians, and give him some training?
Considering that his good brother could integrate into the new era and the new galaxy more quickly, and find his new position in this era, Ryan, who didn't care about the other party's two "auspicious words" at all, felt that this decision was quite necessary to implement.

Lemanrus, who was standing in the corner like a lackey, shivered.

　P.S.: After ten days of IV fluids, the overall inflammation in my digestive tract, which was previously dry, has finally subsided. Inflammation in other areas has also improved considerably with the help of antibiotics.

　　Then yesterday the doctor finally nodded and said the surgery could be performed.

　　I had surgery on my buttocks, and now I can only lie on the bed with the help of a brace.

　　Waaaaah, my butt hurts so much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)