Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 170 You Are My Brother
Fenris, as always, orbits in a highly eccentric elliptical orbit around a K-class sun known locally as the Wolf's Eye, a pale reddish star.

It takes two Terran standard years to complete one cycle, and the Fenrisian year is known locally as the Great Year.

At the end of the brief summer of the Great Year, Leman Russ waded through the sea, dragging an unconscious Ironscale Kraken with him, humming a tune in the Hearth Language - Juvik, with a cheerful mood.

The Wolf King hunted a twenty-three or twenty-four kilometer long Ironscale Kraken, which, as far as he knew, was the second largest in Fenris.

[That guy named Nimrod, who is taller than me, is just a hairless guy without a beard or hair. He just arrived in Fenris yesterday. It is impossible for him to find the biggest one in the Storm Sea.]
The broken spear was inserted into the body of the Iron-Scale Kraken by brute force, and the injury caused to the giant sea monster was similar to a mosquito bite to a human.

But the blood attracted many Fenrisian sea creatures, which rushed towards the Ironscale Kraken from all directions.

A giant sea serpent suddenly leaped out, opened its bloody mouth, and bit Leman Russ.

The Wolf King used his arms to push the Iron-Scale Kraken into the air. He swung his arms and punched the sea snake away, then caught the falling sea monster.

They encountered various giant sea monsters along the way, but they were all defeated by Leman Russ.

But even the Primarch could not create another body to defeat all the sea monsters that were winding for more than 20 kilometers.

Many sea monsters followed the blood trail and rushed to the Iron-Scale Kraken. They took advantage of the sea overlord's unconsciousness and pounced on him, using their sharp teeth and claws.

Most creatures, despite their best efforts, are unable to tear through the Kraken's iron scales and bone sheath.

Only the sharp teeth of the tearing fish can bite through the iron scales and eat them quickly.

The Ripper is an aquatic carnivorous fish, similar in shape to the Terran pike, but much larger, capable of devouring Fenrisians in mere seconds.

Leman Russ dragged the broken Ironscale Kraken forward.

He first saw the Emperor standing in the open hatch of the gunship, baring his fangs and roaring in triumph.

"I won!"

"you lose!"

The Emperor's voice resounded through the air like thunder.

The Wolf King frowned. The Emperor, who had readily admitted defeat before, would not quibble this time. So the only possibility that he lost was that Nimrod hunted the largest Iron-Scale Kraken.

[Is he just that lucky? Or is he using some kind of psychic magic?]
Leman Russ thought as he dragged the Ironscale Kraken forward.

"As you said, Rus lost and Nimrod won."

Alpharius stood beside the Emperor, looking down.

The Kraken hunted by the Wolf King had a broken body, and many sea monsters were swimming around it and gnawing at it.

The Kraken hunted by Nimrod had a complete body, and most importantly, it was nearly a quarter longer than the one hunted by Beerus.

When the two Primarchs were less than a hundred meters apart, the Wolf King had a bad feeling when he saw the Iron-Scale Kraken behind Ningluo.

Nimrod's iron-scaled Kraken had a head nearly one-fifth wider than the one he hunted.

Leman Russ put down his prey and climbed onto the Ironscale Kraken's head.

A moment later, the wolf king leaped across the sea and came to Nimrod.

"You won, and without using witchcraft?"

Nimrod glanced at the wet amulet on his chest, too lazy to engage in a meaningless verbal exchange, and said indifferently.

"It's no use."

While the two Primarchs were talking, the Lord of Mankind leaped, not using telekinesis, but letting his body fall into the sea.

The Emperor came to the two of them and spoke.

"He's useless, what I asked of him."

Leman Russ had no doubt about the power contained in the words of the Lord of Mankind.

He laughed heartily and addressed the Emperor.

"If I lose, I will return to Asaheim and swear allegiance to you."

The Emperor nodded with satisfaction. Russ was just as he had imagined. Influenced by the bold Fenris culture, he was a man who faced victory and defeat calmly.

After saying this, the Wolf King swam towards Nimrod.

"You win the hunt and are a great hunter."

"I take it back. You are my brother."

Nimrod looked at Leman Russ, who opened his arms to hug him, and a scene from the future in his memory emerged in his mind.

During the battle of the Fash Empire, the emotionless Lion King refused the Wolf King's offer to personally wash away the shame of being humiliated as the "Emperor's lapdog."

After the two Primarchs fought for a whole day and night without a clear winner, Leman Russ laughed heartily, but was knocked unconscious by a punch from Lion El'Jonson.

Therefore, whenever the Space Wolves and Dark Angels encounter each other, an honor duel is always held.

Nimrod felt an itch in his fist, but under the Emperor's gaze he gave up the tempting thought of knocking the Wolf King unconscious with a punch.

He swayed his body slightly, avoiding the strange-smelling embrace of Leman Russ, and swam towards the Iron-Scale Kraken in front.

"As agreed, your prey belongs to me."

Even if we ignore the hypocritical attitude of the Wolf King who opposed psionics but argued that the Rune Priests of the Space Wolves were using the power of the Stormforce, if he were to choose sides among the Primarchs, he would not side with Leman Russ. The side that opposed psionics was Leman Russ, Angron, and Mortarion.

Those who support the use of psychic powers are Sanguinius, Jaghatai Khan, and Magnus.

If Nimrod had to choose a side, no matter how many times, he would choose Sanguinius's side.

In addition to being more suitable political allies, some of the extraordinary abilities of the Shadow of Order also require psychic power as a cover.

Nimrod had no interest in being a war commander, and Old Man Huang did not ask him to be a good brother or to go to great lengths to be as brotherly and respectful as Horus did.

The Emperor and Leman Russ frowned simultaneously, and the Wolf King looked as if he had been doused in a cascade of melted ice from Mount Etter.

"It's yours."

As the Wolf King spoke, the engines of many black aircraft roared, and they landed in an orderly manner beside the two Iron-Scaled Krakens and began to collect materials.

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The narrators, landing on Fenris as it entered a long winter, used translators to ask the Fenrisians for details about the return of the third Primarch.

The only thing that is the same among the different versions is: 819.M30, the Lord of Mankind and Nimrod, the Primarch of the th Legion, set foot on the frozen continent of Fenris.

Leman Russ, the Emperor's lost son, refused to swear fealty to him first and issued three challenges.

The Emperor must win one of these battles, and the Lord of Mankind loses first in the meat-eating contest and then in the drinking contest.

The king of Vostroya was entrusted with the task of hunting the Kraken, and successfully hunted a larger sea monster and defeated the Wolf King of Fenris.

Leman Russ swore fealty to the Emperor and returned to the Imperium of Man.

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After the Wolf King swore allegiance to the Emperor, the Fenrisians, in accordance with cultural tradition, referred to the Lord of Mankind as the All-Father.

To welcome the All-Father, Leman Russ ordered a Fenrisian celebration—a feast.

The All-Father sat at the head, with Alpharius standing behind him with a spear in hand. The Wolf King of Fenris and the King of Vostronia sat on both sides, and the Fenrisians and the Shadows of Order stood facing each other one by one.

On the second day of the banquet, next to the Wolf King's wooden table sat his most trusted man, Jorrin, whom the people of Fenris respectfully called Blood Howl.

His long black hair swung behind his head, and his face seemed to be carved from bedrock after being blown by the cold wind day and night. His cheeks were narrow and thin, and were covered with crisscrossing scars.

His skin showed a weathered look, and it was obvious that he had been fighting a desperate battle against the overwhelming biting wind and snow all his life.

Yolin looked at the black-armored warrior opposite him. Having been through life and death with Rus, he had long regarded the Wolf King as an invincible and majestic existence.

He was angry about Rus's loss to Nimrod and had no good feelings towards all the shadows of order.

Especially the captain of the opposing team named Sanchez. Yolin, who was tempered in the environment of Fenris, felt that the other party always exuded a disgusting aura, which was even more hateful than the white giant bear that had provoked him.

Yolin took a big gulp of mead, and the burning in his stomach made him feel hot all over.

His beard curled up and he shouted provocatively in Hearth Tongue to the black-armored warrior.

"I'm Yolin from Fenris, and your name is Sanchez. I didn't call you that wrong, did I?"

"How about we have a competition to see who can drink more?"

The Emperor and the three Primarchs all sensed the spark in the air and turned their gazes towards Jorrin.

[Jorrin, sitting next to Leman Russ.]
Nimrod immediately confirmed Jorin's identity, the future Lord of the 13th Company of the Space Wolves, leading the Wolf King's closest and most glorious company.

Like the Vostroyan warriors, Jorrin and other close comrades of Leman Russ chose to undergo Astartes transformation surgery.

They were much bigger than when Szczesny underwent the transformation surgery and were no longer fit to endure such a harsh test, but no one flinched and everyone was ready to die.

Only a very few were lucky enough to complete the transplant surgery. They became the earliest company commanders of the Space Wolves, and Yolin was the best among them.

Nimrod turned his attention to the "provocateur" again to see how he would respond to the provocation.

The Reaper Lord smiled as he sensed the Emperor and the two Primarchs turning their gazes upon him.

"Okay, but you will definitely be the loser."

Everyone could sense the confidence and provocative tone in his words.

The Fenrisians were so angry that their beards curled up and their eyes were filled with rage.

The Wolf King frowned slightly. He knew that Yolin would lose. Although he often drank mead, it was impossible for him to defeat Astartes, who had a superhuman physique, by drinking.

Leman Russ, who didn't want the Fenrisians to suffer any more damage, spoke up.

"If there's anything more boring than drinking, it's better to go hunting."

Although the Wolf King admitted defeat, he still believed that Nimrod's victory was due to the favor of the All-Father's fate.

He looked at Nimrod with his sapphire eyes challengingly, "How about your offspring challenge the hunters of Fenris again?"

"it is good."

Nimrod has confidence in the "Hunter" and Sanchez will definitely win.

(End of this chapter)