Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 685 Ruth, since you have prepared spoils for me, of course I will not refuse your duel request.
On the first standard day of 911, the fleet of the "Shadow of Order" jumped out from Mandeville point.

As the motor roared to life, the blinds fell shut.

Ninglu stood before the viewing window, gazing at the burning starship wreckage in the void.

"My lord, the Imperial Guard has sent word that a total of sixty-three 'Faceless' warships have surrendered and are now under the surveillance of the Wolf Pack fleet."

After a moment of silence, Ninglu asked about the Glory Queen-class battleship.

Is the Orca among them?

"My lord, the oracles have detected the Orca's keel tag, confirming the warship's explosion and the destruction of the fleet's assets."

[We can't even get past the Queen Glory-class battleships; the wolf pack was too brutal and a waste.] Ninglu thought to himself, shaking his head helplessly.

"I ordered the Reaper Lord to send a fleet to take over, and he came with me to Lecter."

Nimrod dispatched the Seventh Legion with him because he took into account their unusual hatred for Sanchez and hoped they would launch another challenge so he could take the opportunity to get something more from Leman Russ.

At the same moment, on the bridge of the flagship Nighogger of the Third Dalian, Wolf Lord Ogvi Ogvi Heimschluth.

I stared at the magnified image on the video screen.

The shadow of order.

Ogilvy couldn't help but recall the night sky over Duran, where he learned that the alpha wolf had been defeated by Nimrod and fallen into a coma.

He nervously rubbed the plastic steel hand axe at his waist, the thick silver ring on his lower lip trembling, and spoke irritably.

“Send a communication message to the wolf packs on the surface, telling them that Nimrod is coming.”

His deep-set eyes revealed the gaze of a hunter.

"Prepare the Stormbirds, I'm going to the ground."

Ogvi wanted to see for himself what Nimrod, who had defeated the Lord of Winter and War, looked like.

On the surface of Lecter, Amrodi Skasen Skasenson, the wolf lord of the Fifth Company, swung his giant axe and cleaved the last Faceless One clad in ochre armor before him.

He glanced at the information about Leap on the tactics page and suddenly froze.

Seven red arrows.

“Sanchez.” Skarsen’s voice was heavy, as a series of shameful memories flashed through his mind.

He betrayed the alpha wolf's trust, failing to find evidence of the "Shadow of Order" abusing witchcraft, and also failing to win the duel. The alpha wolf lost the Ruth Cloak.

The craftsman of the whole father, a cloak woven from the fur of the Great Wolf of Death.

He belongs to the alpha wolf, but now he's draped over Sanchez's shoulders.

This is a shame he can never wash away.

Beside him stood the rune priest Oshel Wardmaker, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.

His left leg groin throbbed with pain, and his mechanical prosthetic leg creaked.

Not only did he fail to complete the task of being the alpha wolf, but he was also manipulated by Sanchez like a clown, and he lost his left leg.

Wardmaker looked up as if sensing something and saw the large black metallic bird gradually descending in the sky. Its outline resembled that of the Imperial Skyhawk, and it was particularly eye-catching.

It is jet black.

“Ninlu is quite relaxed, as if he’s here on a diplomatic mission,” Wardmaker said with disgust.

The wolf pack doesn't have the Skyhawk Shuttle; their diplomacy is the "Shadow of Order," the way of the "Shadowmoon Wolf," the "Holy Blood Angel," the "Son of the Emperor," and the "Thousand Sons," not the way of the wolf pack.

Jet black is far more glaring and repulsive than pearly white, red, and purple.

[If only the Faceless Ones' earthen cannon hadn't been destroyed by Jorin, it could have been used to fire a shot at Nimrod's chariot.]
Jolin, the wolf lord of the 13th Company, wielded his giant axe and slammed it down on the gaping maw of Suarez, the company commander of the "Faceless Ones".

The frost-covered blade was chilling, capable of cleaving through gleaming, sharp teeth.

As blood splattered on his armor, he heard the roar of the alpha wolf.

Having fought alongside the alpha wolf for many years, Yolin instantly sensed the alpha wolf's uncontrollable agony.

He turned his head in a panic and saw a gleaming sword sweep past the alpha wolf's side, taking away a clump of flesh and blood. Jolin breathed a sigh of relief; he saw the wolf king's left arm tightly gripping Hannibal's right arm.

“Your lifeline is broken.” Ruth followed the lifeline’s guidance and captured Hannibal’s arm.

He dropped the Winter's Axe and promised Nimrod that he would preserve Hannibal's body intact.

Ruth lunged at Hannibal, grabbing him like a wrestler and lifting him up with a roar.

Mellon, Tezuka Sasebo, and other recruits, who walked out of the fortress monastery empty-handed, witnessed Ruth smash their father of genes onto his knees, the sound of his spine breaking tearing at their hearts.

The new recruits wept and knelt on the ground.

Ruth caught Hannibal's tumbling body with her right hand, raised her left hand, and squeezed Hannibal's throat hard.

His attack was perfectly timed, crushing Hannibal's throat and severing his lifeline, but leaving his nape intact, his head and body stuck together.

"Father!" the surviving Faceless Ones cried out in anguish.

Ruth's icy blue eyes dimmed. He slowly crouched down, gently wiping away the blood from his khaki armor with his left hand.

As he wiped away the bloodstains, it was as if he had also wiped away the unlucky fate.

As Russ rose to his feet, his gaze hardened once more, and he let out a long, triumphant roar.

The wolves roared in unison in victory, instantly drowning out the cries of despair.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound rang out, drowning out the howls and cries of anguish.

"Faceless Ones, the battle is over."

"Put down your weapons, and I will examine you."

The sound resounded in the minds of every Faceless One, echoing deep within their hearts.

The Faceless Ones instinctively obeyed the voice of "majesty" and released their weapons.

bang bang bang...

Amidst the thud of weapons hitting the ground, they looked up at the sky.

Golden wings pierced the burning sky, and a flash of light cut through the thick black smoke.

"Lord Ninglu!" Mellon saw a glimmer of hope.

"Lord Ninglu!" Sasebo Tezuka saw the revelation given by the Emperor Tarot.

Filled with hope, they walked toward that light.

Ruth silently picked up the Winter's Axe and walked toward the slowly descending Nimrod.

"Ninlu, my promise has been fulfilled. Hannibal's body is yours."

Nimrod's gaze swept over Russ, then was drawn to the radiant spiritual light emanating from him.

[A gold ring, radiating spiritual light.]

Old Huang had already given him Hannibal's ring.

To my surprise, I received a second ring.
Ninglu withdrew his gaze and said to Russ, "You kept your promise."

"Do you remember the challenge I issued?" Ruth's chest blazed with fury. He needed a resounding victory to wash away the shame of his defeat to Nimrod and to cleanse his unlucky fate.

Ninglu's gaze swept over the Frostblade Battle Axe in Rus's hand.

[The Winter's Axe, huh.]

I stole your Siren's Bite, and you forged this Frostblade Battleaxe from the Kraken's Fang.
“Ruth, since you have prepared spoils for me, I will certainly not refuse your duel request.”

Ruth's icy blue eyes were as cold as knives. "This time, I'm the one who won."

He has grasped the key to his fate.

(End of this chapter)