Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 178: The Eleventh Legion, Comparable in Scale to the Thousand Sons in Their Heyday
Fenris, Asaheim, the Court of the Wolf King.

Without any spoils, Yolin, riding a thunder wolf, returned before Sanchez.

By the warm fire, the people of Fenris listened in silence as Jorrin narrated the story in the hearth language, Juvik.

The wolf king slammed his big hand on the table, and the mead splashed on the table and dripped onto the ground.

Frecky and Gerry, who were lying on the ground, had their hair standing on end and stood up straight.

Leman Russ's blue eyes swept across everyone, and the Fenrisians who were stared at by him felt as if they had fallen into an icy lake.

"You are the men of Fenris! A Fenrisian warrior will never be defeated!"

The Wolf King stood up, with Freki and Gerry following him. He walked up to Yolin and clapped his big hand on his shoulder.

"Old friend, you have decided to accept transformation. I believe that after you are sublimated, you will be able to defeat Nimrod's cub."

When Jorin heard that Leman Russ had such confidence in him, the frost on his face melted a little.

After encouraging Yolin, the Wolf King looked around at everyone and continued.

"We will not wait. The hunters of Fenris always find a way."

Leman Russ instilled confidence in the Fenrisians through his words, his blue eyes deep as he leaned over and patted his wolf brother.

"We are a pack. Fenris Wolves are not lone wolves, and we are not reckless."

"Whoever despises the wolves will turn into dry bones in the snow."

The Fenrisian, with his tangled, shaggy mane, howled and rose to his feet.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door at an inopportune time. The wolf king narrowed his eyes and knew that it was Ningluo's cub who was knocking on the door.

"Let him in."

Leman Russ walked back to his throne and sat upon the furs.

The Reaper Lord walked into the court, and hundreds of Fenrisians, covered in dirty fur, stared at him fiercely like a pack of wolves.

The "Hunters" keenly sensed that even though they were wearing outdated leather armor and iron chain mail, and holding only steel swords and axes in their hands, their strong bodies and the aura they exuded proved that they were powerful warriors.

Individually they are dangerous enough, but in packs they are deadly, even to much larger creatures like the Astartes.

Sanchez showed no fear. He didn't even touch the weapon at his waist. He just walked towards the Wolf King.

The "provocateur" held his head high and exuded a provocative aura, causing the "wolves" to breathe heavily. They tried their best to restrain themselves from rushing towards the Reaper Lord.

With every step the "provocateur" takes, he can feel a little melting inside his body.

Leman Russ watched the approaching Reaper Lord, and unlike the growing rage of the Fenrisian "Wolves," his own anger gradually subsided.

When the "provocateur" stopped, before he could say anything, the wolf king spoke first.

"Sanchez, you won the second hunt."

"The third hunt is a wolf pack hunt, limited to thirteen people, and the target is the Ice Troll King."

The Shadow of Order felt the Wolf King's attitude of expelling him, so he did not ask, but simply answered.

"As you wish."

The Reaper Lord will open a communication channel and send a message to his subordinates operating in Asaheim.

"I want information about the Ice Troll King."

Sanchez then called the Royal Shadow and dispatched a transport ship to deliver the Withered Wing to the Father of Genes.

A Fenrisian hour later, Nimrod saw the corpse of Blightwing on a deck specially designated to satisfy the Primarch's hobbies.

He activated his clairvoyance and looked at the giant creature, discovering that only its pituitary gland and eyes were the main ingredients for the Sequence 8 "Mind Reader" potion, the successor to "Spectator."

So Ningluo cut off the ice dragon's head, sent it back to the "Land of Disorder", turned on the communicator and contacted Sanchez.

It's time to pay attention to the progress of the hunting competition.

After hearing the briefing from the "provocateur", Nimrod immediately replayed the scene of his conflict with the Fenris people in his mind.

[Being a provocateur can negatively impact relationships, both in a passive capacity and in an active role.

Considering that Sanchez provoked the Wolf King and many Fenrisians, the digestion speed will definitely increase, but without seeing him, it is impossible to determine when the digestion will take place.]
The Primarch thought for a moment and then said approvingly.

"Sanchez, you did a great job defending the honor of the Legion."

"Don't worry. Although Leman Russ appears to be a barbarian, it's just a disguise. He won't attack you."

"From what you've said, I think he'll use you as a whetstone. It won't hurt if you act more provocatively."

With the approval of the Father of Genes, the Reaper Lord felt as if he was bathed in warm sunshine, and the wind and snow that hit his body turned into heat.

At the same time, it seemed as if a star had shattered inside his body, the Reaper Lord said excitedly.

"I will definitely win and will not let you down."

"I know something about your third hunting target."

"Ice trolls, also known as ice ogres by the Fenrisians, are giant creatures that live on the continent of Asaheim. They are close relatives of ice demons, but are larger in size and taller than dreadnoughts." Nimrod recalled what he knew about ice trolls. They posed a constant threat to anyone in Asaheim, including the future Space Wolves.

"Ice trolls often use entire trees as clubs, and their jaws have a strong bite force that can crush power armor."

"Unlike other creatures, ice trolls possess a certain degree of intelligence."

"..."

After hanging up the call, Nimrod remembered that in the future, in 892.M41, Wolf Lord Harald Deathwolf heard that his Tidehound tribe was invaded by a group of ice trolls.

He returned to his tribe and led them to defeat the ice trolls.

During the battle, Harald himself beheaded the ice troll leader and later fashioned his hide into his own cloak.

[Although Sanchez is not wearing power armor and his combat effectiveness is greatly reduced, he is a "provocateur" and with the support of twelve "hunters", he can defeat the ice troll tribe.]
After making his judgment, Nimrod gave his orders.

"Send Withered Wing's body to the Void Hunter. It is Sanchez's trophy."

The Primarch then returned to his desk to consider how to allocate the five Relic-class warships that had just arrived in the Fenris system.

[Lian El'Jonson's approach is to use these warships as secret weapons. All relic-class warships are not used normally. The Battle of Salamas severely damaged the fleet of the "Midnight Lords".

But I know the future, and I have the dice of prophecy. I have a chance to get Blackstone Fortress, the Glorious Queen-class battleship, and even seize the Abyss-class battleship of the "Word Bearers".

There's no need to use Relic-class ships as secret weapons; it's better to distribute them to various regiments to form fleets with complementary strengths.]
When Nimrod thought about this, he made a decision and issued an order.

"Five Relic-class warships gifted by the Emperor, sent to the 1st, 3rd, 4th, 8th, and 9th Chapters."

These five regiments and the Seventh Regiment have achieved higher results than other regiments.

The abilities of the six lords have also been recognized by the Primarch, and the core path and future development direction of their chapter have been determined.

Nimrod then looked at the reports of highest concern marked by the Primarch's attendants, three reports from the Triken system.

The first report came from the chief pharmacist, Mikel, who reported that all 33,511 candidates from the fifteen groups who returned from the Crystal Illusion had undergone transformation surgery.

Because their average age was 4.2 years older than the 29 group candidates who had previously undergone transformation surgery, the transformation failure rate increased from 43.36% to 45.18%.

The Primarch cast his gaze upon the number of Shadows of the newly born Order: eighteen thousand three hundred and seventy-one.

He nodded with satisfaction; the number was slightly higher than he had expected.

[As a "pharmacist", Mikel played a certain role.

The medicine he formulated reduces the rejection reaction of mortals undergoing transformation surgery.]
The Primarch turned to another part of the report.

[Among the 11,400 people whose transformation failed, only 104 died.

All the survivors have joined the auxiliary army.】

The Primarch wrote his approval on the document: [The Chief Pharmacist has fulfilled his mission and performed his work effectively.

Order him to return to the Legion's flagship to receive his commendation.]

The Primarch put down the data tablet, and his superhuman brain updated the number of Legion soldiers he had in his grasp in an instant.

[After the new order shadows joined the various battle groups, the total number of people was about 85,000.

There are two reasons why the exact number cannot be determined.

On the one hand, although the first batch of recruits from the various galaxies controlled by the Legion have not yet joined the various chapters, the Terrans who have completed the transformation on the moon have been joining the Legion in a steady stream.

On the other hand, various chapters are fighting on various fronts, and Shadows of Order are dying every day.

One increases and the other decreases, and the reports received by the Primarch are not real-time reports, so he can only estimate the approximate number of legions.

Less than ten years after my return to the Legion, the 11th Legion has grown rapidly, with numbers approaching those of the Thousand Sons at their peak.

Of course, excluding the Second and Eleventh Legions, the Thousand Sons were the smallest in number among the eighteen legions during their heyday.

Even so, this is a commendable rate of progress, considering there are still 004 years until the Fall of Horus in 31.M.]
The Primarch thought happily as he leaned back comfortably on his throne.

[All the veterans who followed me in the Vostroya galaxy have undergone transformation surgery, and the period of rapid increase in numbers has passed.

If there is no major war, the number of legions will continue to grow steadily.

Even if the Emperor sent the 11th Legion as the main force to fight Randan, the legion's strength should be close to 300,000 by the end of the "Great Crusade."
Nimrod sat up straight, picked up the datapad, and looked at the second report, which was from Marlena Scala.

[The first phase of the project on Triken Prime has been completed, and the world has reached the standards of a garden world.

Agricultural output can meet the food needs of 13.5 billion people and meet the needs of the next stage of development.

Construction of Tricon II officially begins.]

The last report came from Wojciech Bielik.

[Trikon Prime has completed industrialization, and the construction of industrial bases and shipyards has been completed without damaging the ecological environment.]

After a moment's deliberation, Nimrod gave Wojciech an order: [Go to Sepra Mundi and expedite the construction of the shipyard and industrial base.]

Three days later, five warships loaded with Kraken and sea dragon meat set off to report to their respective regiments.

At the same time, above Asaheim, the hunt for the Ice Troll King begins.

(End of this chapter)